109 comments/ 149399 views/ 11 favorites Would You By: Slirpuff This story has just enough sex to hold your attention but no hard-core action. I love the idea of "what if" and I know everyone has thought about it at least one time in his or her life. I did three endings, pick the one you like, because life isn't black or white, there's many shades of gray out there. You know, when something doesn't go the way kids think it should; they want a "do over." The foot ball doesn't go far enough, the dice only come up with a five instead of a twelve or you strike out in base ball; all those are "do over's" in a child's eyes. So that brings me to the question that's been going through my mind for the last twenty minutes; if you could go back in time and change any part of your life; would you? Would you, with what you know now, go back and correct all the mistakes you made in the past? You know, like studying harder in school, choosing a different career path or not letting Lisa Thomas slip through you fingers after seeing what she looked like after losing sixty pounds. Or how about, picking someone else to spend the rest of your life with; a wife for instance. You see, twenty minutes ago my wife and I hit a cross roads in our marriage. At this point, I don't know just how it's going to turn out, so that's why I'm asking myself that particular question. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself, maybe a little back ground information will explain why I'm asking myself this question right now. My name is Keith and am currently married to Ann. We've been together for fifteen years and have two kids; David who is fifteen and Candy just turned ten on Saturday. Ann and I met in my senior year at college at a frat kegger. I had gone stag and Ann was with her long time boyfriend. He was getting a little too friendly around the bon fire and Ann told him to knock it off. I guess he didn't want to take no for an answer and got really obnoxious and grabbed her by her long blonde locks. I was sitting back watching until that point. When he went to slap her I grabbed his arm and said something to the effect that, "a real man doesn't hit a women." He then proceeded to take a swing at me; the stupid shit. In less than a minute it was all over; him on the ground and me leading Ann out to my car. From that day forward, she called me "her knight in shining armor" a title I tried my best to live up to. Not to bore you with our fairy tale romance, let's just say we fell in lust, Ann got pregnant and we got married; not what you thought right? I was head over heels in love with Ann and I knew she loved me, but I wasn't sure just how much though. She was the girl everyone wanted to possess and me, well I wasn't a dog but I wasn't in her league either. So that's how we started our wonderful life together. I had just graduated from college and got this great entry position in a major accounting firm. Ann on the other hand had to drop out just before her senior year to give birth to David and I'm sorry to say, she never had the chance to go back and finish her degree. The first two years were tough, something to do with a small baby and very little money; but we got by. In year three, my parents gave us the money for a down payment and we bought a cozy two-bedroom home; after that we never looked back. Years four through twelve were finically good but we started to drift apart. By year fourteen our marriage was in the crapper and this year; let's just say I was ready to put it in the coffin and bury it. How the hell did it get so out of hand; good question. We took care of everyone's needs but our own. We made sure the kids got to football practice, dance recitals and were always fed and clothed in the latest styles; but we stopped talking. I'd received two promotions and had cut my traveling when Ann went back to work; so we could still have dinner together; but that to went by the wayside. The kids started to get busy and Ann, after five years with her company, took an outside sales job so she was gone two to three nights a week. Two years ago I had my parents take the kids so we could have a weekend to ourselves. I planned it down to the last romantic detail; you can't imagine how much I was looking forward to it. At the last minute Ann had some type of emergency and had to fly out Friday morning and didn't get back until late Sunday; scratch that weekend. "We'll do it another weekend," Ann told me; but we never did. Our so-called sex life was all but dead. We use to do it three to four times a week but that was reduced to once or twice a week until it all but stopped. I tried candles, hot oil massages and foot rubs to suggesting a few sexual toys; that didn't go over to big with her. Finally it came to a head last Friday night. David and my father had taken off on a fishing trip and Candy was at a sleep over; "tonight's the night," I thought. In my mind I set the whole evening up and by the time Ann came home I'd already had the steaks on the grill and the wine open. I knew soon as she walked through the door I was fucked. "Damm contract revision, I need to have them done by Monday" she fumed as she tossed her briefcase down on the desk. "You want to go out and grab a bite?" she asked. I handed her a glass of wine and told her that there were steaks on the grill, potatoes in the oven and a salad waiting for her. "I'm not that hungry, but I guess I'd better eat something before I get to work" she announced. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" I asked. "Greg wants to see my revisions by tomorrow night so we can draft up the new proposal by Monday morning and send it to our customer." I felt like I was eating with a damm stranger. We didn't say more than two words to each other and when she finished Ann announced "she'd see me in a couple of hours." I read the newspaper, watched a few TV shows and by 10:30 pm I went looking for her. She was in the den on the phone with her boss Greg and just waved to me. "You almost done?" I asked. "I'll see you upstairs in about an hour" Ann replied. "Don't hurry on my account" I said sarcastically and walked out. Around 12:00 Ann finally came upstairs. I faked sleep because there was no way I was going to talk to her right now; I was way too pissed. I heard her in the bathroom and felt her slip into bed. There was no spooning; that ended about two years ago, as she went to sleep. Saturday morning I got up early and went to the gym and kicked the shit out of most of the machines. After pounding out nine mile on the treadmill I started to walk and cool down. The lady on the machine next to me spoke up, as I was about finished. "I can't believe how far you ran, I have a hard time doing two miles," she said with a laugh. "Do you do this every day?" she asked. "About four times a week lately, it gets rid of all the built up stress," I told her. "Hell, you sure must have a lot of stress." she told me. " I have other ways of relieving mine that doesn't entail trying to kill my body" she laughed as she introduced herself. "My name is Linda and I just joined last month. "Hi, my names Keith" I said as I shook her hand. "I started here about three years ago when I noticed my spare tire," I said patting my stomach. "It took me almost a year to get myself back in shape; but it was worth it." We exchanged a few more words and told each other we'd see one another next week. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was hitting on me" Keith said to himself as changed out of his wet clothes. We waved to one other as we walked out into the parking lot. Ann was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper when I walked into the kitchen. No greeting, no welcome home kiss just a glance up from her paper to acknowledge my presence. "Any coffee left?" I asked. "Sure, help yourself" was all she said. "Finish your report last night?" I asked. "Not quite, should be done by this afternoon" she replied. "Why?" she asked. "Just wanted to know if I'll be on my own again tonight," I asked. "I didn't plan on this" Ann snapped back at me. "It's my job." "It always something isn't it Ann." "Your gone two to three nights a week and when you are home; you've brought work home with you or your mind is off some where else" I said disgustedly. "I'll find something to do tonight; don't worry about me" I told her as I headed upstairs. She started to say something but didn't. "Fuck him, this is my job, let him sulk" Ann thought to herself as she went back to her papers. Ann was talking to Greg, going over the last of the numbers, when she watched Keith walk out the door. "Where in the hell is he going?" she wondered. "Probably going to the store or something," she thought as she went back to what she was doing. When Keith didn't come back she called his cell phone but it went directly to voice mail. "Where in the hell was he?" she fumed. I was having the time of my life at the local watering hole playing pool, darts and dancing with all the ladies. At about 12:00 I finished my beer and headed out. "Ann's going to be pissed when I get home," I said to myself. "Fuck her, she's put me on the back burner for the last fucking time" I thought as I pulled in the driveway. "Where in the hell have you been" Ann started in on me. "At Tony's; why?" I replied. "You could have at least told me where you were going," she said steaming at me. "And the reason for doing that would be what?" "So I knew where the fuck you were god dammit." "Maybe I would have wanted to join you, did you ever think of that?" she screamed. "Let's be serious Ann, there was no fucking way you were going to join me." "You had your precious report to finish for Greg so let's not shit each other." "So if we're through, I'm going upstairs to bed" I said as I turned my back on her and headed up the stairs. "Don't think you're going to get any love making tonight," she yelled back at me. "Ann, there hasn't been any love making in this house for the last two years" I said as I turned around to face her. "Even the sex we've had has been piss poor at best." "I'm done begging you for sex anymore; hell I use to think that even a mercy fuck was better than no sex at all, now I'm not so sure." "So you can do what and whom ever you want from now on, because I don't care anymore." With that I walked into the guest room, locked the door and went to sleep. Ann knocked on the door and wanted to talk, but I was way too pissed; "fuck her, I've been trying to talk for months and all I got was shit; she can kiss my ass now." Ann had never seen Keith so angry. "He's just a little drunk, he'll be alright in the morning," she thought; but he wasn't. I was at the gym by the time Ann rolled out of bed. The gym on a Sunday morning was almost deserted so I had my pick of machines. I was about to head back to the sauna when I saw a familiar face on the treadmills. "Morning Linda, what brings you to the gym on a Sunday morning?" I asked. "Hey Keith, I couldn't sleep so I thought instead of just lying in bed, I'd get up and work out; care to join me?" We walked on the treadmill and talked for the next hour. "You want to go out and grab a bite?" she finally asked. Without even thinking I agreed. "Let me grab a quick shower and I'll meet you in the lobby in let's say fifteen minutes" I said with a smile. "See you then" Linda said walking towards the women's locker rooms. Denny's was always packed on Sunday mornings but we got a small booth in the corner. It was apparent to Linda that something was on my mind as I kept twisting my wedding ring as I tried to make small talk. "Trouble at home?" Ann finally asked. I wasn't going to say anything, but once I started talking everything came out. Linda listened quietly without saying anything until I was done. She could tell I was physically and emotionally drained as I sat there looking at my unfinished breakfast. "My husband died two years ago in a car accident." "We were having a rocky time of it and he took off in a huff, went through a red light and got hit." "Every day I ask myself, if we'd only talked more, kissed more and made love more; maybe we could have worked it out, but we never got the chance." "Try to find a middle ground with your wife, and if you can't, well life's too short to be unhappy" she told me. "I'd better get my ass in gear, Ann's going to wonder where in the hell I'm at" I told her. "I really enjoyed talking to you Linda, you have a calming effect on me," I said with a smile. "See you at the gym tomorrow?" I asked. "Wouldn't miss it for the world" she replied. When we walked out to our cars she gave me a hug. "Things will get better one way or another," she told me as she got into her car. "She's right, life is too short to be unhappy all the time," I said to myself as I drove home. It was 10:00 and Ann was pissed; no note, no call, just like last night and she didn't have a clue where her husband was. She hit him with both barrels when he walked through the door. "Where the fuck have you been?" she yelled. "Good morning hon, how are you feeling; did you sleep well?" I asked. "Cut the crap, where have you been all morning?" "You were sleeping so I went to the gym and then went out for breakfast, that's all" I told her. However, I did however intentionally left out I was with another women. " no use pissing her off even more." "It's just after last night and all I just wanted to know where you were at, that's all" she replied. "Did you think I was so distraught that I'd go out and do something to hurt myself?" I said sarcastically. "Don't flatter yourself Ann; I meant ever word I said last night." I told her. "And now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go pick our children up; maybe if your done with your precious report, we can have a family meal for a change" I said dropping my gym bag and heading out to the garage. I cooked hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill and Ann picked up noodle and potato salads at the store. Thank god the kids were talking a mile a minute or it would have been one quiet meal. Everyone helped with dishes so we could all watch a movie before bed. When that was over, I wrestled with the kids for a bit and told them it was bedtime and to get their butts in gear. "A quick kiss for each of them and I was alone with Ann again. "You want to talk or are you going to sulk again?" Ann started. She just didn't get it. It was like everything was my fault and her shit didn't stink. "Ann, I took an inside job a year ago so I wouldn't have to travel out of town any longer; so I could spend nights and weekends with my family." "You on the other hand travel to god knows where every week and we never have time for each other anymore." "I'm afraid, if we don't do something pretty quick, there'll no longer be an us any more and we'll be just like every ex's, fighting who gets the kids, the dog and the house." "I've worked too hard to get where I'm at." " I'm not like you, I didn't have the opportunity to graduate from college; I had David instead." "So now you want me to give back everything I've gained; I don't think so." Ann said as she stared at me. "I guess that answers my question," I said as I started up the stairs. "Where you going?" "We're not done talking" Ann shouted up at me; but in my mind they were. It didn't take more than ten minutes to move all my things from their bedroom into the guest room. I'd just brushed my teeth and was washing up when I heard Ann pounding on the door. "What do you think your doing?" "Your acting like a spoiled child, open up this door" she yelled in a loud voice. I opened the door; "What Ann, what do you want?" "Come back to bed with me, you're my husband, I love you?" she said in a lot quieter voice. "You going to give me some pity sex, maybe a mercy fuck tonight if I do?" "No thank you, I'd get more affection out of a $5.00 whore than what you've given me lately" I told her. "Fine, suit yourself" Ann said in a huff, went into their bedroom and slammed the door. So the final down fall of our marriage began. Ann threw herself into her work and was gone at least 3-4 nights per week and one weekend a month. The only time we talked was to discuss the kids schedules and who was doing what. The kids and I were now on our own. We went to all their activities without her and even though we tried to include her, she never came. I got more and more friendly with Linda and found out she was a customer of our company. She'd fail to mention that she and her husband owned a successful business and with him now gone, she was running it by herself; will wonders never cease. We found ourselves having lunch at least twice a week and when the kids were busy, an evening dinner or two. After about three months I'd had enough. I contacted an attorney and drew up separation papers. It had been Linda's idea. "Maybe Ann needs a shock to her system to decide if her family and her marriage mean more than her job; at least you'll get her attention" she said with a smirk. I had her served Tuesday morning at work and that's when all hell broke loose. I was prepared. I told the switchboard not to forward any of her calls and I turned off my cell phone and waited. At about 11:00 our receptionist said there was an irate woman in the front lobby claiming to me my wife who said she wasn't leaving until I spoke with her. I waited another five minutes before walking down to the lobby. "What the fuck is this?" she screamed at me holding a manila envelope. "I'm not sure but I think it's separation papers" I said quietly. "If this is your idea of a fucking joke it isn't funny and I'm not laughing" she shouted in my face. "Ann, this isn't the time or place to discuss our personal matters; I'll be glad to talk to you when I get home tonight" I told her. "I'll be waiting," she said as she stormed out. "That time of the month" I said to the receptionist with a little smile. I got home a little early but Ann was already there; wine glass in hand. I could see it wasn't her first glass and I knew this discussion was going to go down hill real fast. What's this shit about a separation, I don't want any god damm separation," she yelled at me. "I guess maybe your right, I think we should just file for the divorce and get it over with" I told a stunned Ann. "I thought maybe a separation would give us time to work it out, but your probably right; we'll probably end up divorced anyway so why prolong the inevitable." "I don't want a damm divorce," Ann shouted. "You were the one who moved out of our bedroom not me." "Very true Ann, but I got tired of being treated like your brother instead of your husband; so what choice did I have." "Look Ann, our marriage is on life support and I'm ready to plug the plug unless you can say something to convince me that I shouldn't" I told her. "Keith, we're just going through a rough patch right now." "My works is driving me nuts but it should settle down pretty soon hon, I love you and don't want a divorce." "Ann, this is the way it's going to play out." "I'm moving out for the next 30 days, in this way you can decide if you want to make a go of it; if not, oh well." "Your free to do what ever you need, to find out if you want to try and pick up the pieces of a once great marriage." "We can talk but I'm not going to seek you out, I'm tired of chasing you." "This is ridicules Keith, we need to be together if we have any chance of making it." "Ann we've been together and it's not working, aren't you listening?" "I want my wife and best friend back, not a cold business women; don't you understand?" "I'll go pack and be out of your hair as soon as possible" I told her. As I was packing his kids came into the room. "Are you and mom getting a divorce?" they asked. "Probably kids, not that I want one, it's just that I don't think your mom loves me any more" "No matter what happens, I will always be your dad, I love you two very much; nothing will change that" I told them as I noticed Ann in the door way. Would You? How many times have we spotted a mysterious stranger across the aisle and been caught looking? What if that person came up to us and asked "Would you?" Well, would you? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Would You? As she sat on the bus absently running her over the laptop case doubling as a night bag she wondered how she'd gotten into this situation. She thought back to the text that had started it all. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "hey" "Hey, what's up?" "I'm horny." She'd gotten this text a million times from so she just paused trying to drum up a list of people she could give him to text but she couldn't think of anyone and she was sick of having this conversation. "Dominique?" "What do you want me to do about it?" "help me." "I don't have anyone for you to text." She quickly wrote tossing the phone back on the bed. *Buzz buzz buzzzz* the phone vibrated loudly across the bed she snatched it quickly getting aggravated. "No you help me send me a pic." That brought her up short her mind went into rapid fire. The words, "Danger Will Robinson!" flashed in her head. He didn't, he wouldn't, he couldn't have just asked her that. This was her son no not in the literal sense but she did play a major mother role in his life for over 6 years now, since they were both kids but there she sat on the bed considering it. She'd just be helping a friend out, right it couldn't go beyond that right. Right she decided reminding herself this was her best friend's ex. "Fine." She conceded walking across the hall to the bath room. "What do you want?" "full body, thanks." She rolled her eyes quickly stripping and snapping several pics until she found one she liked and sending it. She walked back across the hall and laid down wondering what sort of can of worms she'd just opened. It got worst a pic a day most days several starting and stopping sexting it all started the same way. "hey." "Hey." "hru." "Fine,... what do you want?" It'd snowball from there pic after pic of her pussy, telling him how rough she liked it. The third the bomb dropped, "I'm a virgin." She actually sat blinking at the phone for a minute in disbelief. "Are you serious?" "Yeah would you?" "...I'll think about it." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx That's how she'd ended up here on this bus clear across town, "What have I gotten myself into," she muttered pulling the phone from her black bikini top. "You almost here," it read. She looked out the window down the street; yep she pressed the stop button. "Yeah, getting off the bus now." She saw him standing across the street and quickly averted her eyes scared if he still looked the same she run and jump back on the bus too reminded of the child who'd stolen her heart. She hurried across the street where he was waiting getting close she looked up shocked by how much he'd grown over the summer being only 5ft herself she was all leg 3 ½ feet to be exact, Tony was all everything. A quick hug was exchanged and they walked the block back to his house. She dropped her stuff in the living room. "You ready to swim?" he asked wracking his eyes over her long peasant blouse and tights stopping at hips. They were her pride and joy big even for a black girl measuring a solid 46' accentuating her 35' waist and coke bottle shape perfectly. She didn't notice as she started unbuttoning the long blouse she looked up. "Sure," she said. He reached next to her grabbing his swim trunks. She frowned down at her breast once the blouse was open, extremely small in her opinion for 38C's. She started to wiggle the tights down exposing her long legs. Tony instantly felt his cock stirring watching her round ass bounce from the side of the couch as she slid the leggings down he excused himself to get towels mainly to cover his growing hard-on. As he came back in the room she walked past with growing confidence taking one and throwing it over her shoulder. Tony's eyes instantly glued to her hips again as she walked to the back door, no walk didn't cover it he decided, this girl danced when she moved he decided watching her hips sway to the back door how hadn't he noticed it before. He walked up behind her pressing his chest against her back as he unlocked the door. "After you," he said. She pressed back against him slightly before walking to the patio. Tony licked his lips, "Damn," he breathed. Dominique smiled slowly before turning around. "What?" she asked innocently. He blinked slowly letting his eyes roam back up wishing he could fly across the patio and kiss his way up and down her body instead he stuttered nervously jerking his eyes away. "Nothing." Dominique set her towel on one of the outdoor barstools as he went about turning on the pool lights. She stepped in settling back against the wall. "How's the water?" She looked up floating with her head resting on the pool deck and nodded it was fine. He dived in narrowly missing splashing her. She couldn't help but laugh giving him a thumb's up. He surfaced and swam toward her the blue light giving his bronze skin an ethereal glow. She bit her lip wanting to wrap her legs around him but he swam just out of reach. They chatted happily about nothing circling just out of reach of each other until Dominique reached out stopping him. "You ready?" she asked inclining her head questioningly. Tony licked his lips before nodding. She smiled at his shyness before climbing out the pool she grabbed her towel before turning around to watch her prize do the same his flat chest and six pack glistening deliciously she picked up his towel wrapping it around him before opening the door they toweled off in the living room Dominique untying her bikini top putting her blouse back on they walked down the hall before turned around looking down at Dominique. He reached over opening the door just ahead of his. "Can you wait here? I put the dogs in my room." She walked in shutting the door quickly she heard claws on hard wood and yelling then the plastic grate sliding closed over the dog door. She waited patiently for him to come get her. The door opened and she walked toward his silhouette but he stood firmly she backed up letting him all the way in. "So what do we do?" he asked walking to the center of the room. She chuckled softly. "You're such a virgin," she said leaning up to kiss him he responded with such zeal she had to catch her breath. She slid down tugging his trunks along the way her breath hitched he was pushing 8 inches and not even fully hard yet he was thicker than her wrist too she began to suck eagerly wanting to see it in its fully hard glory not being able to take all of him she wrapped her hand around him pumping in time with her sucking and licking. His hand tangled in her hair but he didn't push her he began humping her face lightly until he was hard enough to fuck her. As he pulled back she whined softly. Tony smiled instructing her to lie down she did as he laid on top of her she quickly undid the buttons ripping the shirt slightly where one button wouldn't give tossing it with his shorts. Tony leaned in immediately attaching to her left breast sucking and licking his teeth grazing her nipple before kissing his way to the other giving it the same treatment her fingers danced at the back of his neck offering gentle encouragement. As he kissed lower her breath hitched he drug her panties off with his teeth before sucking her clit she bit her lip her eyes closing. He began to lick and suck lower she'd never had a more talented tongue down there he kissed each lip before licking the outer edge of her hole fast making her writhe hard before shoving his tongue in deep sucking hard she almost came right then out of all the guys she'd slept with 4 had been willing to go down and he put them all to shame just that fast she bucked softly against him begging for more silently. The words danced on her lips but she couldn't form a coherent thought to push them out. She tried to say faster but all that came out was "faaaaaa,"She felt him smiling before licking lower she moaned loudly feeling hi tongue dancing and teasing her ass hole he began fingering her now dripping wet cunt. She hooked her finger under his chin bringing him up kissing deep. He stared at her intently, "you ready," he asked stroking his cock a few times making it even harder. She leaned in biting his in response he lined up lifting her legs over his shoulders practically lifting her in the air and bending her in half at the same time he shoved in slowly hissing from how tight she was around him he pulled out and slid back in 3 times before he was in all the way he fucked her furiously the carpet digging into the space between her shoulder blades. She pushed back against him with equal vigor he paused before leaning down kissing her to still her body. Her legs began inching their way off his shoulders in order to push back harder and he froze shoving as deep in her as possible hitting her G spot and several other spots she didn't know she had causing her to arch hard against him locking her legs back in place. "Just let me do this you might push me out," he said looking down at her she nodded panting hard. He went deeper making her see stars her eyes falling half shut and flying open every time he hit a new spot making her mouth open in a silent scream. He backed up slowly sliding out, "where's the lube?" She looked around dazed. "In my bag." He practically ran to the living room grabbing the small bottle of astroglide from her bag. "Bend over," he said already applying some to his ragging hard on. Dominique rolled so she was on all fours and felt his fingers gently probing her ass loosening her up his lubed fingers fighting against her muscles he bit, licked, and sucked her perfectly rounded checks as he worked her loose. Her face was roughly pushed into the carpet as she had to reach back and spread her ass for him. The tip slid in agonizingly slow stretching her farther than any man ever had. She could hear him drawing back and the first blow landed *smack* it didn't sound like a gun going off like she was used to but it was amazing. Her ass shook and jiggled under his spanking as he pushed further and further into her tight hole finally getting majority of his hard shaft in. He leaned over her his chest pressing into her back he reached around grabbing her tits gently squeezing them driving in deeper with each thrust her back almost a perfect "C" arch. "I'm so close." She looked back honestly surprised he'd lasted this long. "Lay down." She slid off slowly taking her original position he lined up again sliding in a little easier he drilled her like a jack hammer leaning into her raising the bar on what a real kiss is sliding his tongue up and down hers they took turns biting each other's lips she reached up dragging her nails down is chest and stomach causing a deep shuddering moan he drew back. "Don't do that," he implored; her smile widened. He quickly flipped them over taking both her hands so she was riding but she wasn't going fast enough for him. He pulled her down, "no don't kiss, just give me your tongue." She complied and immediately squealed into his mouth feeling him sucking her tongue massaging hers with his. He broke away smiling cockily; he pointed between them, "if you can work that I can work this," he ran a thumb over her lips she instantly started going faster and deeper. He fell back moaning loudly and she couldn't help herself teasing her nails down his body again inciting the same shudder she found so enticing. "Up," he breathed turning her around and pulling her flat against his chest pistoning up into her. He bit her neck from behind nibbling her ear until she turned kissing him hungrily while he drove her to new heights. He finally gave her a light tap on the ass signaling for her to get up she sat on her knees while he jerked his cock finishing the job she swallowed it all milking his cock for all it was worth until he pulled back falling next to her he took her face in his fingertips kissing her gently this time before they both laid down. She wrapped her legs around his as he pulled her against his side. "Five minutes?" she asked looking up "If that," he chuckled. "No way in hell you're a virgin," she laughed snuggling closer. It was going to be a long night. Would You "I hate mom for doing this to our family, I want to go with you" David said hugging me. "Me too" Candy added. I saw the tears in Ann's eyes as she sobbed running down the hall. "You mother loves you very much it's just that she needs time to figure out a few things." "Please don't hate her and be good while I'm gone; ok?" They agreed and helped me carry my bags down to the car; Ann was nowhere to be found. The next three weeks were both good and bad. Work was crazy and it kept my mind off Ann, which was a good thing, but being away from the kids was hard. I made sure I saw them at least twice a week, but that wasn't enough. It did however give me a chance to get to know Linda a lot better. We had dinner most nights and were basically an informal couple. The fourth week came and I was on pins and needles. I'd talked to Ann a few times but we'd never talked about anything important, only about the kids. I took off Thursday afternoon and asked Linda if she wanted to go out and do a little shopping. "I need to get the kids a little something and would like to see you again." "I'll clear my schedule so pick me up after 12:30 at my office" she told me. "Maybe we can have an early dinner or something before you go home tonight." "The or something was what I really wanted from her" I thought to myself. I hadn't had sex in over four months and my right hand was getting pretty callused. We had exchanged friendly pecks, kisses and a few innocent hugs; but that's all. We picked up a few things we thought the kids would like and pondered our next move. I was holding the door open for Linda when she suddenly turned around, grabbed me and kissed me hard. "I've wanted to do that since the first day I met you," she said kissing me again this time with a lot of tongue. We were like two hormonal teenagers grasping at each other. "We need to get a room and right now," she demanded. There was a motel right across from the mall and we fell into the room ripping each other clothes off as we hit the bed. How we managed to get totally undressed was a miracle because we were never stopped grabbing at each other. I wanted to make slow passionate love to her but that's not what happened. I felt her warm lips on my cock two minutes before I shot my first load down her throat. I tried to apologize to her but she kissed me quiet, "you'll have plenty of time to make it up to me" she replied with an evil grin. I then proceed to feast on her body. Linda wasn't a teenager but had a great body; tight and firm. I licked her small breasts paying a lot of attention to her nipples, which became long and brown after a lot of dedicated sucking. Unlike most women of today, Linda sprouted a full blonde bush. Later she would tell me that if she'd known that we'd end up in bed today; she would have at least trimmed it a little. It made no difference to me however, I ate right through it. Moving down between her legs, I parted her outer lips and dove right in with my mouth and tongue; Linda climaxed almost immediately. She held my head with both hands as she shook beneath me. "Oh my god, it's been so long since I've been with a man" she said trying to pull me up and kiss me, but I was far from being done. "Relax and enjoy," I told her as I continued my on slaw. I licked her from her clit down to her brown hole and then back up before sucking on her clit. Each time I did this, Linda would raise her ass off the bed to give me better access to all she possessed; damm she was wet. Slipping one finger into her tight and sloppy pussy I fingered her while sucking on her clit as she screamed at me to stop what I was doing and fuck her. "I can't take it any longer, I need you in my now" she shouted at me in the mist of her second orgasm. At seven inches I'm not a Greek god, but she was so tight I had a hard time getting it all in her. I started to stroke slow not wanting to end anytime soon, but she had other ideas. Wrapping her legs around me she demanded, "fuck me god dammit, fuck me hard, make me yours"; who was I to object to her wishes. I'd love to say we fucked for an hour and tried ten different positions before we climaxed at the same time, but that only happens in the movies. After about five minutes of hard fucking, Linda climaxed and fucked me back until I was spent. "That was nice," she said softly playing with one of my nipples. "Your much better than my vibrator, and your tongue should be licensed as a deadly weapon" she said with a chuckle. "How long before your ready to go again?" she asked. I was about to answer when we heard, "fuck me you son of a bitch, harder god dammit it, not in my pussy, take my ass." Looking at each other we broke out laughing. "Don't even think about it" Linda told me. We listened for the next ten minutes as the couple in the next room got it on. "Were we that loud?" Linda asked. "How the hell do I know, I was a little busy" I replied. "But it does seem they are having a great time also." The hell with them, I'd fully recovered, but this time we didn't fuck, we made love. It was slow and tender and wonderful. We kissed; we held hands and enjoyed each other's bodies as we drove each other to new heights. This is the way it uses to be with Ann, I thought as I felt myself getting close. I was first to finish this time, but never stopped stroking until Linda was totally satisfied. "Your thinking about your wife aren't you" Linda asked him. "Until today, I've never cheated on Ann before." "As we made love just now, I remembered how it use to be with Ann, before work became her #1 priority." "And now, all I have is found memories of what once was; and it makes me sad." "It's not dead yet, you both still have another shot at it; even after this afternoon" she told me as she pulled me to her. "And if it doesn't work out between the two of you, I'll take you in a heart bead" she said kissing me softly. "Now hit the shower, you have two kids waiting for you tonight." We showered together and although I wanted to fool around a little, Linda fought me off. We got dressed, gathered our things and opened the door to the parking lot. Sometime shit just happens. You're in the right place at the wrong time and it just hits you square in the face. As Linda and I stepped out of our room, Ann and Greg, her boss, stepped out of the room next door to us. There was this pregnant pause as everyone's heart took an extra beat. "Keith!" Ann said as she covered her mouth. "Hi Ann, hey Greg, how's it hanging" I said staring at them. "Shit, I'll bet Sandy doesn't have a clue you're fucking my wife does she?" "Oh well, I guess this explains why you stopped having sex with me, you were getting your fill from old Greg here" I said in my most sarcastic tone. "Damm, I bet your bosses will be really surprised what you guys do on company time." "Keith it isn't what you think" Ann replied. "Linda and I heard you through the fucking walls for Christ's sake, what don't I understand?" "And what the hell were you doing in the room with that slut and why aren't you at work?" "She's no slut Ann and I'm not going to discuss this with you here and now." "I'm on my way home to give my kids a few presents I picked up this afternoon." "I can see you there or not, I don't think it makes much difference anymore." "Come on Linda, I'll give you a ride back to your office" I said as I turned my back on my soon to be ex-wife. "Well that was awkward to say the least" Linda said out loud as they got in the car. "What are the chances of both of us picking the same motel, not to mention being in the room next to each other?" "What are you going to do Keith?" she asked. "Go home see my kids and go on from there" I replied. I dropped Linda off at her office. "Call me later" she told me as I drove away. So here I sit in my car, driving home asking myself the, "if I could go back in time, would I and what would I change." "I loved my kids to death and I wouldn't trade them for the world; but was that enough?" Ending #1 I walked through the door and the kids ran to me. "Dad, you're home, we've missed you so much." I gave them the gifts and after opening them, we decided to order in pizza. Ann came in about forty-five minutes later, took one look at me and headed upstairs; we never saw her all night. I explained to the kids in the most delicate way possible that their mother and I were splitting up and how it was all going to wash out we'd have to figure that out later. Under the circumstances we had a wonderful night and by 10:00 I had the rest of my clothes in the back of my car and was on the way to my hotel room. Linda was in the lobby waiting for me. "Hey sailor, looking for a friendly port?" she said with a laugh. I was bummed but grabbed her as she ran into my arms. "I'm sorry" she started to say but I stopped her with a kiss. We didn't make love that night just held one another. I just needed to feel her body against mine. In the morning we had breakfast and made plans. I moved in with Linda that weekend. By Tuesday Ann was served with papers. Linda talked me into just letting it all go. "You're better off without her and why get into a pissing contest." I gave her the house until the kids turned 18, no alimony; we kept our own 401k's and split everything 50/50. It turned out that with all her traveling, the kids came to live with Linda and me so we sold the house and split the money. I gave Greg a get out of jail card and said nothing to his wife or boss; he was more than thankful. Ann and I split holidays and in the end I came out the big winner. I guess you can say, after 15 years I got a "do over" with Linda and every day I thank my luck stars I found a women who loved me for who I am. Ending #2 When I got home the kids rush to me yelling how much they'd missed me as I gave them their gifts. We all sat around the kitchen table talking until Ann blew through the front door. "Who's the slut you were with and how long have you been fucking her," she yelled. "Kids, your mom and I need to talk, so go to your rooms and I'll see you when we're done," I told them. After watching them climb the stairs I faced Ann. "I guess I know why I wasn't getting sex anymore; I just want to know why Ann." "You were just too boring in the sack Keith and if you were half the man Greg was, maybe I'd still be fucking you" she spat at me. "So get the rest of your shit and get the hell out of here" Ann screamed at me. "Fuck you Ann, this is my house too so if you want out that bad, take a hike." "Oh I'm sorry, I just remembered, Greg already has a wife and two kids; at least for the moment that is." "You wouldn't," she yelled back at me. "Honey he's going down big time" I said with a smile. So that's the way it started. I filed papers naming Greg as my reason for divorce and Ann counter sued naming Linda. Life was hell at home but there was no way I was moving out; thank god Ann traveled three days a week. Linda tried to get me to ease up but I felt that Ann and Greg had played me for a sucker and I wanted my pound of flesh. The judge threw out our suits because there was no physical proof; her word against mine. He did a 50/50 split of our assets and awarded me physical custody of the kids because Ann was out of town so often. In ninety days our divorce was said and done but I still had one card to play. I sued Ann and Greg's employer for two million dollars for not enforcing their morality clause; I guess two married people aren't suppose to fuck around on company time. They gave my lawyer a lot of run around until we got depositions from everyone in their sales department. It seems, no one was going to take the fall for the two of them. Everyone was aware of their long lunches and the frequent overnight trips they made. In the end I settled for $250k and the firing of Ann and Greg. Greg was already toast. When Sandy found out about Ann, she threw all his clothes out on the lawn and turned on the sprinklers. She kicked him out of the house and got a restraining order against him. He and Ann moved into a one-bedroom apartment shortly there after because that was all they could afford now. So here I sit in my house with my kids who are royally pissed at me for raking their mother over the coals. I don't have to sell the house until Candy hits eighteen so Ann can wait for her money until then. The only thing that I didn't expect was the backlash from Linda. She hasn't talked to me since the whole ordeal started. She wanted me to just walk away but I couldn't do that I told her. The two of them made me a cluck and I wanted my revenge; and that's what I got. We small talk at the gym and I keep telling her I want her in my life, but she says she didn't like the vengeful side of me she saw. Oh well, I'm going to keep on trying. I guess, if I could go back in time, I never would have married Ann with what I know now, but I don't know what else I would have changed. For now, I go to work and drive around my new car, compliments of my settlement, and think about "what if". Ending #3 The kids were more than happy to see me as they both tried to talk to me at once. I gave then their gifts and they brought me up to speed on what was happening in their lives. A subdued Ann walked through the door about forty-five minutes later. "Kids, why don't you go up to your rooms so I can talk to your father" she told them. "We'll order in piazza later, but for now we need to be alone." "At least now I know why you never wanted sex with me any more, I hope Greg was worth trashing our family and our marriage." "I'll file tomorrow and will be out of your hair by the weekend" I told her. "I don't want you to leave" Ann said to a stunned Keith. "I don't want a divorce, I want to try again," she told me. "Maybe it was another Ann I saw coming out of the motel room with Greg." "Maybe it was another Ann who cut me off from any real sex for the last year." "Maybe it was another Ann who didn't see me coming out of a motel room with Linda after having the best sex I've had in the last few years" I asked her. "I heard the two of you and you probably heard Greg and I in the next room also" she replied. "Keith, yes we fucked but I didn't give him my pussy; no one has had that since we got married" she told me. "Whether you believe it or not, this was the first time we'd been together like that." "We've fooled around, but we'd never gone all the way before today." "Why don't I believe you Ann?" "You basically cut me off a year ago and I'm suppose to believe you've been celibate all this time; what kind of fool do you take me for?" Ann walked up stairs and came down with a small box, "meet Keith Jr" she said throwing it to me. What was inside was an 8" vibrator. "This took the edge off most nights after you left our bedroom," she told me. "Linda, do you love her?" "Can't say right now, but she was the one pushing me to get back with you; not the other way around" I told her. "And what I said about the sex with her was true, but it did make me sad because I thought about how it use to be with you" I said with a tear in my eye. "Where do we go from here?" They bought the kids dinner and talked, really talked for the first time in years. I found out Ann was still mad about getting pregnant and not being able to finish college. She saw everyone else with a sheepskin getting promoted over her and she blamed me. She never realized how far she'd pushed me and the kids away until shit hit the fan; she just thought everyone was being selfish not wanting her to move up the corporate ladder. She didn't love Greg it just happened after a meeting with a new customer. "I was confused and the more we talked, the madder and hotter I got." "Before I knew it, we were naked in bed and he was behind me ready to fuck my pussy." "At the last moment I told him to take my ass not my pussy." " I know it was wrong but I was so horny and you haven't been around; I don't have an excuse." By midnight the kids were in bed and the two of them were exhausted. She led me by the hand to their bedroom. "Ann, I'm not ready" was all I got out of my mouth before she stopped me. "I don't want sex, I just need you next to me; that's all." The kids woke them up at 9:00 the next morning and were surprised to see us in the same room. We all had breakfast together and when the kids went out to do their thing, we finished talking. With the help of a marriage councilor we decided to try one more time. Ann gave her notice Monday and two months later she was enrolled in college. The kids were also given weekly chores to take some on the load off their mother. Since I didn't travel anymore, I was in charge of all the meals, which eventually got better than soup and a sandwich. Linda and I still are friends and she's happy that we were giving it another try. She did let me know that if it didn't work out, she still wanted first crack at me; and I told her I'd keep that in mind. Ann and I no longer had sex; we made love. I did little things to spice up our sex lives, like the introduction of toys, porn and a little bondage; and it seemed to work. Most of all, we talked to each other and never went to bed without telling one another how we felt about the other. So if I could go back and have a do over, yes I would. I would go back to that night of the party and instead of doing it bare back, I'd put on a condom and fuck the shit out of her. In this way we would still be together and have our do over without all the regrets. But I still wonder about Linda... Would You 'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-waist over hips that the fullest of pleats could not hide....or the way that any pair of pants did the nasti with her—without her permission—without her second thought—cupping that ass...creasing in the crease of her crease....presenting the perpetual 'camel-toe'....she tried hard not to notice....not to have you notice....it wouldn't do well to have her cover made—for it to be revealed that she was a Sexual Terrorist—wouldn't do well at all.... Broad, broad features nestled in a much too narrow face—broad brow and brows; wide nose and full thick, luscious lips, above a slightly squared-off chin, high, high cheek-bones, all set in a rich, deep mahogany, framed by a cascade of coppered locks....Owled, and sometimes lost in those thick frames.... 'Camel-toe'...how fitting for this afrocentric wall-flower wannabe....Sometimes she was betrayed—betrayed herself—by the tightness of the peplum or the pagne beneath the grande boubou....sometimes she was totally undone by the 'training' she had received under the guidance of West African women who taught her that traditional garb was best exoticized by the 'talon'—and the higher the stiletto, the better—that an ass could not only move from side to side, but could be trained to rise up and down with each magnificent stride....that the brighter the bra, the better, underneath the gauze of her tops....she had been prepared for him....the glasses, the books, the intellectual aire—just a disguise—a disguise for her freakishness....or the supercharger of it all.... And just who was he? Non-descript at best... 'nerdish,' possibly....perfect match if you weren't paying attention...then altogether too perfect if you were.... Yes...he read much too much, some said, hence those coke bottles that passed for glasses...perched on another broad brow that narrowed at the bridge of the nose and then flared at the nostrils...deep-set eyes, higher cheekbones...a mouth full of pleasure above a hard chin—all set in a sea of jet.... He was a polished piece of ebony...always 'plugged in' or 'jacked' to something—classical, jazz, new wave, whatever, you name it....he simply was never all there...or so it appeared.... But then that means you need to look below the surface...or at least below the neck.... Start with the neck—a good place—if you paid close attention, the first thought would be 'power'...that should take you to the shoulders, and from there to the chest....Up at five every morning—stretching, flexing, crunches, push-ups—then the run....not the track, if you please—this was hardcore up-the-hills, through the streams, over brambles, jumping rocks, come-back-sweaty-to-me-babi running...which he always did....and if there was time...she licked the sweat off before noodle-boy showered.... Then, we haven't gotten below the waist—that six-pack hidden by tattered sweat shirts and books—then if you ever happened upon him with his hands not in his pockets, you would come across what even baggy jeans couldn't hide....Sweeti had a lethal weapon—long-barreled and high caliber—and he was, by all accounts, an excellent marksman....in another life, he might be Pleasure's Assassin—in her hire...at her beck-and-call....and all at 5'8".... They were a pair....freakish within reason; sophisticatedly kinky....and capable of morphing into any number of roles....it was role playing they loved best.... Of course, playing the part also implies dressing it...and this is really where this story begins.... Our two principals, you see, were chameleons—'changelings'—in more ways than one...in more ways than each of them had figured up to that point.... Each of them could morph from drab caterpillar/moth to dazzling, monarchical butterfly....given the occasion, they were capable of stunning, even brilliant, performances in which costuming always fit characterization.... Drab grunge and bookish anonymity could be shed—in eye blinks...peripheral glances...sleights of hand...changes in tone—for striking, sometimes exotic, always arresting, yet delicately balanced appearances that always stimulated every sense...every imagination—the mind was their playground; the sensory and sensual, both the toys and tools of their 'trade'...guided by one rule—though not the only one: 'look the part to play the part....' Would You He maneuvered her to the bar.... 'Wait here while I check on our table....' She hoisted herself onto the high stool...long, short legs dangling....her head still on swivel.... The stool next to hers was 'draped'...the body was long, sinuous, sensuous, and sexy....the color of copper, cocooned in a sleek, tight sheath of black that dipped in the back almost to the crack of her ass....and when she turned to acknowledge her—with an incandescent smile and the urging of her companion—the 'headlamps' were incredible—totally incapable of discretion even though they were encased by a square neckline that hugged the collarbone and then flowed into long black sleeves—'Hello!'...the tits did all the talking for the moment...they were hard to ignore.... The coppered cutie had a short, feathery do of bronzed fronds with glints of gold...jewelry was simple, but tasteful—she dripped copper—from earlobes to ankles....the ankles ended in a pair of the most expensive stilettos she had ever seen...soft, black suede, with minute copper threading accenting them.... She had taken all of this in, askance, in less than a minute.... She let her eyes slide back up from arch to eyebrow...caught the magnificent cheekbones, broad nose...and full, full lips, and gray eyes, before she was 'caught'.... 'You are delicious...' the coppered one breathed...winking.... She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks and radiate through her earlobes.... Then, the friend leaned forward—around 'Copper'—she was enough to take the breath away....the color of onyx, with blue rising....the hint of iris beneath smooth, clear skin pulled taut from her dimpled chin to equally high cheekbones that dipped into two deep blue pools—clearly lenses, but gawd! she knew how to use them to effect....everything else on her face was a take on her 'blueness'—eye-shadow and lashes to the blue tips of her short, black hennaed dreads....the cheeks glowed with plum and all that led the eye back to those broad, thick lips that looked like the fruit themselves.... She was 'poured' into a short, tight, white, knit, sleeveless, turtleneck mini that made her muscular legs seem impossibly long—these were encased in black, opaque tights that had a slight shimmer....all this ended in a pair of white, open-toed, pumps, complete with ankle-straps, and, again quite expensive.... The 'Plum' was accessorized in silver....the most striking of which were the small silver nose-ring, and the lizard that climbed her left lobe.... 'Did he leave you here with us...?' she began... 'how unthoughtful....' she laughed.... ''Unthinking', would be more to the point...' the coppered one interjected.... 'Mmmmmmm...you've got a point there....to leave someone so tasteful—and, uhm...tasty—with the likes of us....what an oversight....' says the plum, provocatively licking her lips, making them shine even more, as she slid down from her seat to reveal her full self.... Not much more than 5'6-7, an athlete's ass—tight, well-formed, pronounced—the legs were recognizable—they belonged to a sprinter....the waist was almost invisible...the abs rippled beneath the tight knit, rose up the rib-cage and ended in full c-cups with thick, ringed nipples that winked through the fabric, even though they were covered.... 'Maybe we can get her to come home with us....' the coppered one started again.... The heat that had been radiating up had reached its upper limits—the ears were burning...now it began its descent—it moved down her neck, smoothed its way across her chest...it seemed to move in concentric circles along the heavy orbs that were her breasts til the heat centered in her nipples—making her feel extremely self-conscious—as if her two teasers could see the glowing coals poking through her top.... The heat wouldn't stop...it wouldn't stop...it was unstoppable as it continued to her stomach and then to her pelvis...lodging in her thighs....nesting in her crotch...seizing her clit...charging it up.... She could only look at the cobalted-eye, blue-black, white-sheathed beauty standing in front of her—wide-eyed.... The copper beauty slithered from her seat....fluidly poured herself to the floor like the very tall glass of water that she was—over 5'11, maybe over 6'—towering above her—tits at eye-level.... Would You 'You know exactly what I mean...' she snapped... 'I want to know about the sex...the sex! The NASTI!' she shouted, throwing the pillow.... He ducked...laughing... 'Just wanted to be sure....' Would You Die for Me? Would You Die For Me? A Halloween Ghost story Synopsis: She asked if he would do absolutely anything for her, such as bring her killer to justice... even if it cost him his own life. Sex contents: No Sex Genre: Mystery-Romance Codes: Slow, Supernatural, Tears Originally Posted at SOL: 2009-10-23 ****** This was just a simple idea based upon a dream I had the other night... I had no idea how hard this would be to actually write! ******** "Would you die for me?" The shadowy female hitch-hiker asked me not fifteen seconds after she got into my car. I don't normally pick up hitch-hikers, even rather lovely young and attractive appearing female ones, but when I saw her walking along the side of the lonely county road, miles from anywhere, hunched over in the cold late autumn rainy drizzle, something other than my head told me to hit the brakes and stop for her. Now, just a few moments later, I was wondering if I had suddenly picked up some sort of deranged serial killer who cruised remote rural roads near midnight on certain dark and moonless Friday nights. "Ummm... probably not." I admitted to her. In the murky rainy gloom, without a streetlight for miles, I really couldn't get a very good look at her, but she didn't seem to have a knife or any other sort of weapon in hand that was itching to bisect my throat. "Well, that's not a 'no', so I guess we can still become friends. I'm just... visiting here, really not much more than a passing stranger. A death in the family... murder, actually." Her voice was low and sort of wispy, but I could clearly understand her every word. "I'm fairly new here myself. Just passing through, really. I'm doing some grunt day labor over at the big grain silo in Bonner's Grove. Not many jobs hereabout, but I needed to make a little more money before going back out on the road. Seeing America, finding myself, getting my shit together... you know." "I do actually. I'm still trying to get my shit together also, but it has been a pretty rough year for me. Slow down a bit, my stop is just up around the next curve in the road." I took that curve but didn't see anything other than fog, mist and drizzling rain. If there was a farmhouse anywhere nearby, I didn't see any lights. Still I pulled my old beat-up truck over to the side so that she could get out. "Here! I said, suddenly in an unexplained moment of chivalry. "It is nasty wet and cold out there and you must still have a bit of walk to get home. Take my coat; it's warm and it will keep you a bit dry. You can return it to me on Monday at the silo." "Thanks! I'm not sure I can make it there, but I'll make sure you get it back." She took the coat and put it on, and as she opened the passenger door to leave me, she bent over and gave me a slight peck on the cheek. Her lips were cold, nearly freezing cold. As cold as a grave doesn't even begin to cover it. I was now glad I had given her the coat! With that she walked off a bit down the road, just a shadowy figure that was nearly at once out of sight. "Lady! You never told me your name?" I shouted off to her just as she disappeared out of sight on the other side of an iron fence. Instead of a reply I only heard some faint laughter that was soon lost in the cold wind and rain. *********** I would have forgotten about this incident all-together, except for a couple of little disturbing facts. First, that the passenger seat and backrest of my truck were bone dry where she had sat. She had been walking in the rain and must have been soaked to the bone... but there wasn't a single damp spot on the seat or the floorboard that I could find. Not one drop. The other thing that bothered me was the way I did recover my coat. After waiting nearly a full week for her to show up at my work to return it, I decided the next Thursday evening after work that I would try to find the house where she was staying. It was a little tricky finding the spot where I had dropped her off, and at first I was certain that I'd gone to the wrong place. Gilbreath County Cemetery isn't the usual place to deposit lovely young ladies in the middle of the night. I checked with the farms on all sides of the graveyard, but none of them had a young lady as a guest, or recognized the extremely vague and quite inadequate description I could give of her. I didn't even know her hair color. Discouraged and walking back to my truck, I took a short-cut through the graveyard and soon found my coat. It was carefully hung up over a gravestone where I could easily see it. The gravestone said simply "Vanessa Lea Miller", along with her birth and death dates. The dates revealed that Vanessa was a young woman barely twenty-three years old. It was a fresh grave too, scarcely four months old. There were no flowers, not even plastic ones. Nothing was left here, except for my coat, to show that anyone had cared for or missed the late Miss Miller. A chill ran down my back as I picked up my jacket and put it back on. The outside layer was very rain resistant and its inner layers were still quite dry. Still I felt quite cold all of the way back to my small rooming house. I naturally assumed that I had met Vanessa's sister that last Friday night, but something kept bothering me for the rest of that night and the next day, Friday at work. ********* At work I asked everyone I knew about the 'murder' of Vanessa Miller. Most of the guys had no idea whom or what I was talking about. Others changed the subject on me hard, and moved away from me if I pursued the subject. Around lunchtime, the silo foreman took me aside to find out why I was asking about such an unpleasant (and politically incorrect) matter and urged me, for the sake of my future employment... and my health, to drop the matter. Completely. I didn't disagree. I kept my trap shut the remainder of the workday, collected my paycheck, cashed it, got showered and changed for a little night on the town, and ended up as usual at Frankie's Ice House. I like Frankie's. The place is an unapologetic dive that serves one purpose only, to provide the local guys with a quiet place to drink -- cheaply. You can get pretty much hammered at Frankie's for about twenty dollars or less, but I was after the complete treatment tonight and stayed until at least one o'clock in the morning, when my table had too many empty beer bottles on it to fit any more fresh ones. The subject of Vanessa, and her apparent mysterious relative, was not discussed once all evening. Frankie's patrons don't hold much to making casual, let alone controversial conversation. Much for the same reason that the jukebox in the corner isn't even plugged in. Silence is the tonic that makes the drink flow smoothest at Frankie's. I really shouldn't have driven home, but the late night wet and cold sobered me up fast. I kept telling myself it would be safe to drive home... that I wouldn't see her ever again. No one was more surprised than me to see my shadowy and mysterious lady once again walking that same stretch of lonely road in the early hours of the morning, but now she stopped and apparently was waiting for me. I knew when I was screwed, so once again I pulled over for her. ********** "Would you die for me?" The pale but pretty hitch-hiker asked me once again just moments after she got into my car. She ought to have been soaked to her skin from the cold rain, but I grasped her hand and like the rest of her it was bone dry. "Darling, I would sustain any matter of bodily harm defending your virtue and protecting your honor, but I'm not quite ready for the grave just yet." "Fair enough," she replied with something of a twinkle in her dark eyes as she leaned over to peck me on the cheek again. Her touch was once again bitterly cold, and her lips nearly sucked all of the warmth from my body. Despite my teeth now chattering and with my blood running in near frozen channels through my body, I was now dead sober and I looked upon her with a combination of fear and unabashed curiosity. I could almost see her eyes, still in shadows. Were they grey or a lovely pale blue that was lost under the cover of her wet bedraggled hair that would undoubtedly feel all too dry to my touch? I had so many questions for her, but I feared the answers even more. The memory of old Cub Scout campfire ghost stories of the perils of phantom hitchhikers was once again fixed in my mind. I wanted to hold her and kiss her but I was terrified at the thought of what would happen even more. "Drop you off at the same place?" "If you please." We drove in silence for over five minutes until I could see her corner coming up in the distance. "I tried to find out a bit about you... your sister at my work, but no one will listen to me. Some of the men were just plain scared of making any trouble; others were frightened at what would happen if some important people in the town and at the county seat found out that some questions were being asked. No one would help me or lift a finger to get involved... and now I'm scared and frightened too." "You should be," she said with a slight smile as I stopped in front of the graveyard for her late night visitation. "What can I do?" I earnestly begged her. The dread on my face was obvious and plain to see. "Be a dear and loan me your coat again for the night. You just won't believe how cold I've been lately. You'll know where you can find it again when you need it. I gave her my jacket once again and before she got out of the car she gave me a little kiss on my lips. It burned and froze me both at once. It was exquisite and yet it was soul crushing. I think it was supposed to make me feel brave... and it sort of did. I could feel her touch lingering on me, like a tiny anchor now roped onto my soul to protect it, hopefully, under the rough and dangerous seas that I was sure were now coming. "Be brave." She said with a small but penetrating voice that cut through my fear and the outside wind and rain like a crisp new windshield wiper upon wet glass. "You promised me your physical pain to protect my honor and I'm going to hold you to your oath. You are going to know true fear and undoubtedly real bodily pain, but if you're the kind of man I hope you are, then I know you will persevere. I'm so counting on you... There is no one else who can or will listen to me." In a moment she was gone, out of sight and probably over the fence once more inside the cemetery. Just as I had expected, her seat was dry and didn't leave the slightest trace of her, and I was left alone once more shivering with the cold and my fear of my now very uncertain future. To discover the truth of Vanessa's murder, I was going to have to ask a lot more questions to a lot more people, and much more firmly. Many of them weren't going to like the subject matter and a select few of them would undoubtedly soon begin to make my life a living hell. I wasn't long left in suspense. I also found my jacket Saturday morning right on top of Vanessa's grave mound as if she had been lying right there on top of it before sinking into the rain sodden ground. ******* By the lunch whistle on Monday, I was flat out of a job -- fired by the silo foreman 'for my own good'. Several other helpful former coworkers urged me to get my ass out of the county - fast. The sooner the better. I just couldn't do that... I'd made a promise that I intended to keep, even though I was sure that it was going to cost me dear. I spent Tuesday in the County Records office where the clerks and I played a complicated and tiresome game of 'keep-away'. I wanted the see the autopsy and court records for Vanessa's case and they claimed they didn't have anything on her at all, blaming instead the county coroner. I knew better; I'd met the coroner on Monday evening and he swore to me that the county sheriff had interrupted him before the autopsy had been barely started, taking away all of his preliminary notes and telling him that the case was already closed. What little I did learn convinced me beyond a doubt that Vanessa had been murdered alright. Allegedly she had been found floating one morning in a small stock pond behind Eli Granger's house. The words 'accident' and 'mishap' had been used a lot by the sheriff's men and by the county judge who indecently ruled her case shut and closed a mere three hours after the discovery of her nude floating body. The coroner knew otherwise; normal drowning victims don't show signs of a recent severe beating or have loud and quite distinct finger strangulation marks around their neck. Vanessa had been murdered, and the evidence instantly pointed to her sometime boyfriend, Ralph Granger, Eli's son. Remember that name, Granger. It shows up a lot at every level of the local county government. A Granger was County Sheriff, a Granger was Chief County Clerk, another was the County Judge, and so forth. You get the idea. Rural southern nepotism at it's finest. The Grangers had run Gilbreath County for nearly fifty years and took their dime or quarter upon every single dollar that was earned inside the county line. Most of the regular folks were getting more than a bit upset about this and were pretty much itching for some change, but the Granger family kept enough goons in deputy uniforms to keep the piece... and drive off the troublemakers. By Wednesday evening, I was certified as county troublemaker #1. The word had gotten around fast that I was asking embarrassing questions about young Ralph's stormy relationship with Vanessa. Some of her co-workers were beginning to open up to me and I was starting to hear some rather interesting stories about Ralph usual courtship rituals with young women like Vanessa that included drugging, forcible seduction, outright rape, and boatloads of physical and psychological abuse afterwards to keep their women in line. As a side industry, he and his friends were involved deeply in a side operation of methamphetamine manufacturing and trafficking. Since I didn't have a job anymore, I was using a bar table at Frankie's to meet my reluctant witnesses. The quiet somberness suited the mood and the grimness of their stories. I was not getting a lot of different pieces of the puzzle, and it was a dark and unhappy one. Not long after sharing drinks with a nice young gal who was a former co-worker of Vanessa's, two rather impolite sheriff's deputies came bursting into Frankie's and quickly grabbed me and hauled me right out of there, with my boots scraping a furrow behind me through the decades old layers of peanut shells that covered the floor two inches deep in some spots. My captors didn't even have any questions for me, other than my name. Once I'd identified myself they just commenced to beat the total crap out of me. Once I was satisfactorily bloodied enough to be booked, I was admitted to the presence of his august immenseness, the County Judge, who seemed to be holding a special night court session just for me. In less than five minutes, I was declared guilty of being a vagrant, since I no longer held a job, and fined for the full amount of money that they found in my wallet and for good measure then sentenced to a week in jail. Luckily, I don't keep my savings in my wallet, I've got a little hidden hidey spot in my truck where I keep my important stuff. Life on the road can sometimes be a little hazardous. ********** To be honest, this wasn't exactly my first time in jail, but this was the first time that I'd actually been more or less innocent. I'd been wild as a kid, hanging out with gangs of kids older and mostly braver than me. I had nothing to do with crimes involving the use of a gun, but just about anything else was fair game, especially petty theft. I did drive a getaway car once for a couple of casual friends who shot and nearly killed a convenience store clerk, a kid just barely older than me. I hadn't known that my friends were armed or I wouldn't have agreed to help them. I knew that some sort of line had been crossed and I didn't like it and I never worked a job with those guys again, but I still kept and spent the $225 that was my share of the loot. Two weeks later I got caught trying to jack a car and my minor crime spree on the streets was all over. The judge offered me five years of hard time up at State Prison, or four years in Army Infantry as a front line grunt. I took the Army, and it was the best decision of my life. The service was the family that I'd never really had before and I pretty quickly got my shit straightened out and became a model soldier. I spent my time on the DMZ in Korea and then did a tour in the Big Sandbox before getting out to start to make an entirely new life for myself. I'm still not quite an angel, but I've tried pretty hard to stay on the right side of the law ever since. Since I'd left the service six months ago I've worked and travelled through seven states, looking for someplace that I could call home, but nothing has seemed quite right to me yet. Now, finding the law here to be on the wrong side of truth and justice was a bit of a surprise to me. ****** I managed to survive my week in prison, but I was astonished that my ribs and teeth all survived the stay intact, albeit extremely loosened. I was beaten, semi-starved and humiliated in nearly every way possible, but I kept focused and grit my teeth and endured. 'Pain is just weakness leaving the body,' one of my old Army physical training instructors had told me. Quite true. They were not yet willing to kill me, so their abuse and pain was just making my will that much stronger than theirs. I would survive... and someday soon they would pay. When my week was up my things were returned to me and I was given clear and extremely precise instructions to leave the county and never return. I did leave the county, but just for two days. I caught up on my sleep and tried (utterly in vain) to interest any of the other surrounding county newspapers or sheriff's officers in my story. Some folks had some sympathy for me, and one neighboring sheriff actually bought me dinner while listening to my story, but the end result was the same. The Grangers were too powerful to go directly against, especially with petty claims. They would need something big - big enough to bring in the Fed's like a major civil rights investigation, or even the DEA, to handle the rumors of major methamphetamine distribution in that county. They wanted the Grangers' gone as much as anyone, but first there needed to be some sort of solid proof to get an investigation kickstarted. 'Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence." I heard this repeatedly from nearly everyone I spoke with. They weren't unwilling or disinterested... but they needed something firm that they could hold onto and use to bring in the Fed boys running to their assistance. Somehow, for Vanessa's sake, I had to find something tangible and real. ************ Late Friday evening I turned the truck around and drove back into Gilbreath County. I intended to go to Frankie's to quietly have a few beers while my brain tried to think of a clever plan. Instead I soon found myself driving past the ice house and travelling down that gloomy rural country road that lead to Vanessa's cemetery. I began willing myself to not look towards the roadside, hoping that I would miss her in the dark cold and rain. Funny, it seems that it had rained nearly every day I'd been here. I was also beginning to think that I'd never see the sun or ever become warm again inside. Surely she wouldn't be waiting for me to come again tonight? When I saw Vanessa's ghostly figure waiting for me on the side of the road I knew I was well and truly trapped with no possible escape. I needed to make an iron-clad case for the Feds to investigate so that Vanessa could have justice... I never guessed that it would be my own case. Would You Die for Me? "Would you die for me?" Vanessa asked me as she reached to give me a ghostly welcoming hug, her body feeling as firm and material as yours or mine. Her touch still froze me, draining my will and my fear of my all-to certain future. "Y...yes, I will, but I don't know what to do or how to save you... or myself." I told her, giving myself up completely to her cause and need for justice. "Don't be too afraid. It's the only way. I'll tell you what to do and then everything will be all settled. There will be some discomfort, some sadness, but in the end everything will be better, and then we can be together... in peace and happiness this time. Trust me." I did. She told me what I must do and how I must act. Her kisses were like burning hoarfrost that devoured my soul and made me weak but yet brave in her arms. I was still terribly afraid... but her anchor on my soul now gave me the strength and courage to act and speak on her behalf and go where she could not. It would all be alright in the end... I was sure of it now. She was once more wearing my jacket when she seemingly melted away right into my arms, but leaving me this time a single long strand of her hair left in my fingers. I expected it to melt away in my hand at the first break of daylight, but it remained in my hands. It was a lovely honey-brown color and I wished I could have seen it and caressed her hair in life. I never saw my jacket again. ********* My final campaign began in the wee hours of Monday morning. Using my hidden savings I had printed up a thousand handbills of my Manifesto, "Ralph Granger -- Murderer of Vanessa Miller!" and I had put copies up on telephone poles, in mailboxes and on car windshields all over the county. I even put up a few larger signs on the county square and in front of the larger businesses in the county, including Ralph's office building. The signs would get taken down fast, but it would take a while to find and remove them all and in the meantime the word would spread. The accusation would have been publicly made and not easily refuted. I tried to stay out of sight and keep a low profile until the last of my flyers were distributed and the business day at Ralph's office was well underway. I wanted a full house for my one big speech... it was quite unlikely that I'd get a similar opportunity and I wanted to make the most of it. Ralph, a rather nervous and seedy looking individual in his late twenties who appeared to be heavily partaking of his own methamphetamine products, was the nominal manager of a regional telemarketing call center in the county seat. Frankly, even this was probably beyond his limited managerial capabilities, but in this nepotistic county there was always some mostly harmless place to put the idiot sons and nephews to give them some sort of useful work. Allegedly, he and some old school buddies were also brewing up meth and after smoking up all that they could, they then tried to distribute the rest. Only family connections were keeping him out of jail. Not even his drug fueled rampages and his impulsive murder of Vanessa had been enough embarrassment for his dad and his uncles to quietly dispose of their troublesome kin. After today, it was now going to be much too late. I got out of my truck and gave it a last caress goodbye. It had been good to me, driving me across seven different states in the last seven months and I hoped its next owner would treat it well. Where I was going soon, I would be unlikely to ever need it again. ********** Ralph's call center was a large former factory building not far from the center of town that had been converted into a large open cubicle work area, hosting at least two hundred employees to handle the phone calls. At a glance I could tell that it was really sucky work, especially for young ladies forced to work under Ralph's roving and exploitative eyes. Most of the phone workers were women, local girls and housewives that desperately needed the extra income... even at the risk of falling prey to the sexual interest of Ralph or his even cruder friends. The aura of fear, hopelessness and misery was palpable everywhere inside. I smiled at the girls and cleared my throat. It was a big noisy room but I was sure that even the poor gals in the furthest corner would be able to hear me. I wouldn't have long at all; already I could see Ralph in his corner glass office looking at me in panic and starting to dial a number on his telephone. They would be coming for me soon, much too soon... but I would have time to tell Vanessa's story, and in front of a lot of witnesses. Not all of which could be frightened into permanent silence after this was all over. "Ralph! Come out of your office so that you can defend yourself. I will not harm you in any way, but I do wish to speak to you, to accuse you before these witnesses of the willful murder of Vanessa Miller. Why did you kill her Ralph? Because you had date-rape drugged her in the first place to bring her into your bed? Because she repeatedly fought to avoid your unwanted advances and the loathsome touch of your hands upon her? You've violated dozens, maybe over a hundred young women Ralph, but once you found Vanessa you swore that you'd keep her and make her yours. You kept her against her will, Ralph. Here under your sharp eyes while at work and then locked into your bedroom at night where you made her submit to you. Say this isn't so, Ralph?" Ralph said nothing to me, but jabbered some more into his telephone, apparently in a near complete panic. The rest of my audience was giving me their complete attention and several young (and not-so young) ladies were nodding in agreement with every word I said. "You got her pregnant Ralph, the thing that she feared and dreaded the most, being forced to bear your child, the permanent reminder of your abuse and rape. She wanted to terminate it, to escape from you, to run away to some place far away where she could excise every single trace and memory of you -- but you wouldn't let her go. In your drug-fueled anger at her disobedience, you kicked down the bathroom door where she was then having a bout of morning sickness nausea and you beat her in a fury of rage until, at length in your insane fury, you drowned her with her head inside the toilet bowl until she was dead and oh so cold to the touch. You murdered her Ralph, and then unable to take even the slightest responsibility for your crime you then dumped her body into the pond behind the house to be found later. Isn't that so, Ralph?" Ralph still made no reply. Now he was cowering under his desk with his hands pressed over his ears so that he could blot out my stinging words. I just spoke up louder, right outside his locked glass office door so that he could hear every single word. My time was almost up and the sheriff's deputies would be here any moment to haul me away. "Your father helped you cover up the crime and called in the rest of the family to make sure that no one paid the slightest bit of attention to yet one more grave in the county cemetery. Poor Vanessa went into that cold, cold ground quickly that first night, away from friendly eyes or anyone who might show have the slightest interest in her demise. Even now, the Grangers will hold together, lying their old tired lies and frightening or beating anyone who dares utter a word of the real truth, like me. They think they can still protect you, but they can't... not from her. By telling her story I've released her - she's now free and loosened from her deep cold prison. When you leave here today you will see her. When you look into the mirror you will see her lurking behind you. When you lock yourself into your bedroom tonight she will be there inside with you as well. You cannot escape her ever again, her blue eyes will look into yours and you will hear her cries of 'J'accuse!' You can never escape what you have done, but you can choose to confess your crimes here and now... or else you can take them to your grave, when Vanessa comes to you for her revenge. What shall it be Ralph?" Oh, for just a few minutes more... unfortunately, the rescue party of sheriff's men came bursting through the door right at this point and soon had me down face to the floor with a heavy boot in the middle of my back and soon handcuffed. Ralph was blubbering something but I couldn't distinguish anything of what he was saying. Frankly at this point it didn't much matter. I had told my story and there were now witnesses that knew the real truth. A half hour later I was back in jail and getting the worst beatdown of my entire life. It cost me three teeth and four broken ribs but even at the end I could still laugh at my persecutors. Late the next morning, I learned that Ralph had been found dead in his father's home, of a single gunshot wound. Self-inflicted. Apparently Vanessa had come to pay him a visit and her direct and more personal accusations had steadied his nerves and his trigger hand. I would have smiled at the news, but my face hurt far too much. Later in the afternoon I learned, that despite being already held in custody, I was going to be formally accused of Ralph's murder... and that of Vanessa's as well, assuming they could find a way to fudge the evidence reports. All of my booking paperwork from yesterday was removed to be shredded and burned... as if it had never happened. Now I was 'arrested' once again and a new fraudulent paper trail was created, every single page and report was a travesty of justice and pure outright fraud. Ralph's father wrote a deposition claiming he had seen me at the house threatening Ralph once again, right before he heard the single gunshot. The 'suicide gun' was relocated across the room by the doorway with the prints wiped off clean. Ralph, like Vanessa, was buried with extreme haste and without a coroner's investigation or autopsy. I just laughed and laughed. The more forged evidence they planted, created or forged, the more I just laughed in their faces. The family was desperate; I had been too bold, too public with my charges and I must be made to go away, fast and silently, and most importantly permanently. They even tried the trick of leaving my cell door 'accidentally' unlocked at night so that I could be shot while trying to escape. They were franticly seeking the quickest possible fix. That 'fix' was a forged confession letter that rounded off my case for prosecution at an all too speedy trial. Three days after my alleged murder of Ralph Granger I was standing manacled and gagged in the courtroom of his uncle, the county criminal court judge Wyatt Granger, who took less than fifteen minutes to hold my trial and convict me of two counts of murder in the first degree. I never got to utter a single word in my defense, nor did I have even any sort of legal representation. All of these trivial details would be forged up later in a bogus trial transcript where I had alleged confessed to every crime, as if I were in a Russian kangaroo court in the days of Stalin. The sentence was of course Death. Underneath my gag I was still laughing at the poor fools. It would take time, but they had now sown the seeds of their own destruction more completely and thoroughly than anything I possibly could have ever done on my own. The sands of the glass timer were now slowly falling and nothing on earth was now going to be able to stop their advance, and our belated justice upon the Grangers. ********* You might be saying to yourself about now 'Ok, nice frame-up, but it's all just too obvious. Somebody, somewhere will catch on and real justice would then start to ensue, right?' Well not quite... yes and no, mostly no. Jails all over the world are full of 'innocent' people, poor folks caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, or who just had the wrong sort of enemies. The world everywhere is full of lazy police and prosecutors unwilling to reach for anything except the lowest hanging fruit on the tree, blind to other suspects that might cost them both time and money to pursue. One bird in a hand is better than a dozen other ones hidden in a bush... even if it's the wrong bird. Innocent men and women are on death row and die there with regularity. Once the system has made a decision it is difficult to the point of near impossibility to stop the train of justice and get the wheels to slowly go backwards to fix even the most blatant mistakes. Governors are elected on 'tough on crime' platforms and often tend to view convicted felons as 100.00% guilty of their crimes. Common sense has almost never played any role in any courtroom anywhere. While it is true there are anti-death penalty activists and "Innocence" organizations that crusade for cases like mine, they are all under-funded and heavily overworked. They too look mostly for the low-hanging fruit; low labor and costs -- high reward cases. More than anything else, these groups seek out martyrs to further their political ends. The idea of an innocent man being wantonly executed by a harsh and uncaring state would make them salivate with pleasure, and they would leave no stone unturned in their path to make the most political gain, not to mention reap tons of favorable publicity. To them politically, one dead martyr to their cause was worth a dozen still living wrongly convicted death row inmates. I was counting heavily on this. All of this was true in my case especially. The Grangers were extremely politically powerful in the state and they were friends (and big campaign finance donors) with the Governor, his Attorney General and the state administrator of prisons. I wasn't the first troublemaker they had railroaded into prison for life, or worse. I didn't have any money for lawyers other than the crappy next to useless ones appointed to draft my automatic death penalty appeal, most of whom couldn't even explain what a tort was, well, correctly anyway. On the surface, the evidence against me seemed to be overwhelming, albeit largely circumstantial, and no one I met while on death row for the next three and a half years seemed to show any inclination towards scratching at anything below the top surface of my case. As far as I was concerned, matters were progressing exactly as I wished them to and I wasn't bending over even slightly to assist any of my appalling young and woefully inexperienced legal staff. Most of the male lawyers were barely old enough to shave. None were willing to accept my quite even tempered claims of innocence or even once indulged in any basic investigation of the facts of my case. So be it. Soon faced with the decision of either appealing my sentence to spend years if not decades tilting at windmills in the hope of finding an attorney willing to work pro-bono that would actually investigate my case, or to just to drop my appeals and await my execution, I felt I had no choice but to choose the latter. Time was not on my side. The longer I waited the fewer witnesses that would be available to later investigators and there would be a greater risk of more genuine evidence being lost or destroyed. For Vanessa to get her complete revenge, my role in it had to be completed as quickly as possible. By waiving my final appeals, I could be facing the hangman's rope in just a matter of months now, instead of years or even decades. I accepted my fate... but I didn't have to like it one little bit. I didn't want to die... but I was willing to, to save Vanessa. ********* By eleven-thirty that fateful night I made my final prayers and confessions to the prison chaplain, who was a rather likeable and wise old man that had known for some time that another innocent man was about to make that last final walk tonight. I'd just finished my last meal, a rather pleasant dish of old-fashioned chicken and dumplings. Given a choice of nearly anything for a final last dinner, most inmates simply pick a cheeseburger and fries, and I quite understand why. They want something comforting to remind them of home. In my case I was remembering and craving something from my childhood. Happier memories from a simpler age and time. Earlier in the evening, with both the chaplain and the warden present, I recounted the complete telling of my story, much as I have told it here. They also signed as witnesses my final notarized statement of the truth containing the facts of the case of the murder of Vanessa Miller, the suicide of Ralph Granger, the resulting cover-up and my kangaroo court trial. In the hands of a good crusading anti-death penalty lawyer, this length and comprehensive statement that recounted everything I had learned and every witness I had spoken to, would give any investigator a complete roadmap to the truth. In the hands of a good political zealot, this statement would blaze the trail for one of the biggest political scandals in a generation. Part of me was scared that this would all be for naught, but holding Vanessa's single long brown hair both calmed and reassured me. Somehow I still trusted her. The warden and the chaplain both thought I was benignly daft. "Let me call the Governor and get a 48 hour stay of execution!" The warden begged. "I can call in the state police and if even one of the accusations you make is accurate then you'll get an automatic appeal. There is no need to throw away your life in order to get revenge!" "I'm not throwing away my life. I'm willingly but begrudgingly sacrificing it in order to fulfill an oath and to make the world a much better place after I'm gone. Hopefully quite soon. Warden, were you ever in the military?" "Semper Fi!" he replied, and I nodded. "In combat, would you have risked your life for a fellow Marine? Maybe even fallen upon a hand-grenade to save your squad? Or even fought against impossible odds on a dark street at night to protect the life of your wife and children, just to give them an extra chance at survival?" He agreed he would do all or any of those things. I rather liked my warden; he was a fair man and a pretty good egg under his hard external shell. "This is the exact same sort of thing that I am now doing. I'm going to fall on that grenade so that the decent men and women of Gilbreath County can someday enjoy the breath of non-corrupt air and so that no more of their wives and daughters will ever have to undergo even a small part of what Vanessa suffered. I have to do this... for her and for them." I think they both now truly understood. They both promised that they would see that my statements got into some proper hands where they could do some good. ******** Entering the execution chamber, I was a bit surprised. I almost expected some gothic chamber of horrors, complete with blood stains on the concrete, or the rampant odor of mildew and old fecal material or the stench of stale urine, but instead the room was bright and clean. It was almost a cheerful room, albeit with a slight heavy odor of pine-sol industrial cleaner. I was even more surprised to see some of my old nemesis's sitting in the glass paned small witness room to watch my sentence being carried out. I guess the top Grangers wanted to make sure that I was finally out of their hair. Eli Granger was staring at me with undisguised hatred and only the presence of a preacher sitting next to him kept his rage and manners in check. His elder brother the judge sitting on the other side of him was a bit more circumspect, almost bored even, as if he wished to get a trivial annoyance done and out of his life for good. Sorry, I wasn't going to oblige them. I was willing to die to save Vanessa, and the others, but I wasn't going to go meekly or gentle into that good night. The warden promised me that I'd have a few short minutes to make a final statement right at the end. Not long enough to tell my story over again to the pair of bored newspaper writers that were drinking coffee in a vain attempt to ward off the lateness of the hour, but enough to leave everyone with just a taste or hint of what was to come next. Or so I could only hope. Would You Die for Me? Stepping up the scaffold next to the hanging rope, with my arms and ankles now firmly secured, I was as ready as I was ever going to be. Given my druthers, I would have preferred the calm death of lethal injection, the normal method of execution in most states, but this backwards southern state still did things the old fashioned way. At least this was slightly better than an electric chair. I don't think I'd have liked going out that way on 'Old Sparky' at all. Now it was time for my short final speech, my last words. In my fingers I still had Vanessa's strand of hair. Holding a tiny piece of her gave me the comfort to accept my fate, to die for her. "Ladies and gentlemen of the audience and everyone else in attendance, I'm truly sorry that you have to be here so late this evening. It was unnecessary. Please don't blame me unduly, I shall instead put the blame where it actually belongs... on the heads of the Granger family of Gilbreath County, where they, not I, murdered poor Vanessa Lea Miller and dumped her into a hasty grave. I learned of her murder and sought her killer, Ralph Granger and, after I faced him in his office with my evidence before an abundance of witnesses, he committed suicide. It was the only honorable deed of his entire sordid life. His family, the malevolent Granger clan that oppresses Gilbreath County, felt otherwise. The truth was dangerous to the prestige and power of their family, and, like all other challenges to their excessive unlawful and immoral authority, I must be done away and made an example of. Even though I was already in unlawful custody by the police long before the suicide of Ralph Granger, it was determined that I should be held accountable for his death, and by means of lies and forgeries I was framed for his alleged murder. Not satisfied with this outrage of justice, I was convicted for poor Vanessa's death as well, despite the fact that if questioned, I could prove that I was living in a town four states away at the time of her death. Naturally, not a single word in my defense was allowed. So here I am today before you. The truth will come out. It must! It shall... and soon! I go to my death now as another murder victim of the Granger's, but not unwillingly. Although I am innocent of the crimes I was sentenced here for, I accept this fate willingly, if not quite cheerfully, if it will hasten the end of the Granger reign of corruption by even a single day. It will take many steps to accomplish this worthy goal, and my single step off on this rope tonight is but the first. Except for the Grangers, I wish you all the best." Refusing the hood, I allowed the rope to be tightened around my neck while my fingers caressed Vanessa's brown hair strand to find the strength to keep the tears from my eyes and the smile on my face. It was now all over... I had done everything for her that I could do. I thought of the many dashed hopes I had dreamed of for my life. To find a home, to find a loving wife and have us build together a future. Since this had been impossible for me since my promise to Vanessa, I instead thought of my dreams for my next life... with her. Of growing up together as childhood friends and neighbors, to our growing love while in school, then our marriage and our wonderful children and then finally our golden years in retirement walking together on a sandy beach hand in hand. Bereft of everything I had yearned for this life, I prayed that find my contentment somewhere, somehow in the next one. Now that my oath was fulfilled I had oh so many regrets. I heard the sound of the wooden door under my feet opening but I never felt the impact of my neck snapping. There were many worse ways to die. ******* At first I thought something had gone wrong. I looked around and saw that I was still standing on top of the gallows. The warden and the executioner were standing next to me looking down into the open trapdoor and at the taunt extended rope that bore my lifeless body. I gave it a quick look to make sure that I was still hanging there, and I was. It was really quite disconcerting actually. Ok... I was dead. This was to be expected, but I had rather expected that I now would be somewhere else entirely. This was now very disconcerting. No one looks their best when dead, but I thought the wane little smile on my face made me look at least contented with my fate and death. Looking back over to the witness room, I was moderately amused to see that the Granger brothers were now at the center of the media attention. The two formerly bored newspaper reporters were now delighted to be at the center of some Pulitzer wining investigative journalism, and they were getting some first hand experience dealing with the stench of the Granger corruption. Another local TV camera crew was getting right into their faces and repeating my charges against them and not receiving much in the way of any replies. In fact, looking at the two brothers with my ghostly eyes, I could see that Vanessa's plan would indeed work to perfection. Their age of misrule was already over. There would be newspaper stories, state investigations, FBI and DEA agents turning over every rotten leaf in the county. Witnesses could come forward in droves to hand over hidden documents that ought to have been shredded or burned long ago... but instead held as insurance for a future day of need, and now that day was near at hand. Vanessa would receive her long postponed autopsy (they would find her wearing my jacket inside her coffin), as would Ralph's body, both confirming my claims of murder and suicide. Both Granger brothers, and several of their uncles, nephews, nieces and cousins, would soon face federal trials and a few would eventually face long walks from death row to their own eventual scheduled appointment with the executioner. Vanessa and I had been avenged. I should have cried tears of happiness, but apparently the dead can't cry. I looked to my right hand to look upon her hair once more, to gather the strength to find my path in this strange afterlife but it was now gone. Instead, Vanessa had now appeared and was holding my hand, as beautiful as she ever was in life. I had only seen her under the veil of shadow, but now she shone as the sun. Her touch, once freezing to me, was now warm and soothing and I fell into her arms. Apparently the dead can cry tears of love and joy, and I let them flow for a very long time. "Would you live for me?" She asked. "Yes. All of the days of my next life! Can we be together, in happiness? To live and love and marry and raise our children... and live the life that we ought to have had here before it was taken away from us?" "Come with me then, it's time to go. We have a new future together just waiting to begin!" She said, holding my hand tightly as a lover would, and with a smile we disappeared in a flash of warm light. Going to a better place, and a new happier life... together at long last. Would You Enjoy This? Well it is something I have been fantasising about for far too long, a cock stiffening at the thought of what it can do to me, an appetite which, once aroused, will insist on satisfaction. I suppose I have been waiting for somebody to realise that I am available, to take control and to enjoy himself with me without asking so I can retain the pretence of reluctance. But clearly I will have to seduce, to offer not just a passive mouth, but to entice and excite. And at the end my pride will be gone, the knowledge that it was I who offered this, who wanted this, who begged for it, as I watch you fasten your trousers casting hardly even a look of appreciation back at me. Of course I have been too easy to earn your respect. Stiil, I do not think of myself as gay. Is that exciting to you? That it would be my first time, that I might be reluctant when the time comes, that you might be turning a straight male into one that will then be available to you when you wish? You asked whether I would like to suck your cock. When I answered 'Yes, once I had learnt how to make it stiff', you asked how I would do that. Well I would start will a few subtle and ambiguous touches, perhaps inadvertently brushing your crotch once or twice and giving you a glance to see the effect, demurely lowering my glance as you stared back at me. Then gradually my hand would linger longer until, at last, there was no doubting my availability to you. Rather than rushing to take your prize, you might pretend indifference challenging me to earn your favour. My fingers would begin to trace the slight lump in your trousers, circling it several times before delicately slipping into the fold of your flies searching for the top of the zipper. Slowly pulling the zip down, my smallest finger inside the growing opening teasing you as it goes. Then my hand feels inside, gauging the growing shape of your sexual arousal, perhaps another glance upwards silently seeking your approval, quickly lowered demurely in the face of your encouraging gaze. Toying with the soft material of your pants for a while as your cock stiffens, my fingers then start to probe deeper, searching for the opening until they can push inside feeling for the first time the warm excited flesh of your expectant watchtower. Carefully guiding it out I kneel in front of you to plant a light kiss on its cap, just a hint of flicking tongue indicating what is to come before easing the thick shaft fully out until it stands erect and pulsating a few inches in front of my face. I cannot disguise my exhilaration at the sight of your magnificent manhood and kiss it again before leaning back to admire its size and hardness. In an impatient gesture you place one hand on the back of my head pulling it down onto your cock. With the tip of my tongue I trace the fleshy ridge from its thick base up the shaft, lingering just under the cap where I flick it several times with the tip of my tongue thrilled at its quivering reflex and your groan of delight. Then, moving my lips up over the tip I pause to dribble some saliva onto your smooth cap, working around lovingly with my tongue, a delicious slurping sound further indication of the pleasuring within. Sensing your growing excitement I place my lips fully around your cock and take the shaft slowly in, filling my mouth with your excited manhood. As I start to bob my head up and down I try to keep some space at the back of my throat so I can still breathe but, your desire now fully aroused, you lock both hands firmly around the back of my head and start to mouth-fuck me vigorously, plunging your cock ever deeper until I am choking. My breathless struggles all to no avail I can only comply as best I can, revelling in the appetite that I have awakened, until at last, the aperture at the tip flares open shooting sperm until my mouth in sudden spurts, the first ejaculation splattering the roof and sides with globules of cum, the later more measured flow accumulating on my tongue. When finally all is done you withdraw, warning me not to swallow. Instead commanding me to open wide so you can see the white sticky mess settled on my tongue, the pungent taste now beginning to pervade my mouth. Eventually you give me permission to swallow your spunk and then leave me be. Though it is clear that you will have further use of me and I will not be able to refuse even when commanded to take my pants down and bend over ready for you to mount me from the rear and break me in as you please. I want to be used by you, I can set no boundaries. Would You Like Cream With Dessert? If there's one thing about my wife that I really get a kick out of, it's that no one knows the kinky little side of her like I do. Out of nowhere, Dana can come up with the wildest, craziest little ideas that can seem at first curiously bizarre. But if I have learned one thing, it's to never question or say no to those moments. They have always turned out to be some of the most erotic enjoyable experiences ever. We'd gone out to a relatively nice restaurant for dinner one evening. Dana looked spectacular in a black low-cut evening dress that showed off a tantalizing amount of cleavage. She has beautiful breasts anyway, full, heavy, each capped with beautiful pink-tipped nipples that just beg to be sucked. And the fact Dana enjoys having them sucked, is just icing on the cake as far as I'm concerned. We'd ordered off the menu, selected a nice Merlot to go along with dinner before and during, and were engaging in one of our favorite past-times, making one another horny as hell. I love it when Dana teases me, especially when she and I both know there isn't a whole lot we can do about it there and then, making the "later on" portion of the evening all the more enjoyable. With the low-cut evening dress she was wearing, there were two distinct advantages to her having worn it that she was busily driving me nuts with. Between wine selections and the dinner menu, Dana had so far managed to bear enough of one breast several times that I was soon after sitting there with a major aching erection. She'd even remained sitting there for a few moments with a goodly portion of it peeking out through the deep "Y" cut of her dress so that when leaning forward as she'd done, our waiter had gotten a pretty good view of that magnificent tit himself. And though he had feigned ignorance in looking, I could see by the sudden flush in his face, not to mention the sudden attentiveness we began receiving that he too had enjoyed the show. "Getting horny yet?" "Fuck! Are you kidding Dana? Me and the waiter both!" I told her laughing. She laughed, "I'll have to try and notice if he has any tell-tail bulges showing when he returns with the wine," she'd stated, which is when she casually pulled the neck of her dress just enough to fully reveal one very well rounded breast for my enjoyment as she kept a quick watchful eye on the goings on around us. "We're safe enough for the moment," she told me. "Give it a little suck would you?" she asked. I leaned over to do just that, feeling that hard taut little nipple rolling around inside my mouth for a few precious moments. I heard her laugh. "Company coming!" I sat up grinning from ear to ear as she casually tucked that magnificent tit back inside her gown just as another waiter showed up to refill our water glasses, which were still full. "I think the word must be out," I told her after he'd disappointedly glanced at the water glasses sitting on the table, hesitating only momentarily before asking us if there was anything else we might need. Like I said, Dana can be such a tease. "Just something to suck on!" she said with a straight face, watching his eye's suddenly widen in knowing surprise as he returned a nervous laugh, finally walking away. "Be careful what you ask for," I told her. "It wouldn't surprise me to see three, maybe even four waiters come back to the table, each one of them with their dicks sticking out so you can do just that!" "And you'd enjoy watching me do that too wouldn't you?" she teased back as she ran her long sensual tongue over her lips, simultaneously reaching beneath the table, placing her hand on my crotch where she immediately confirmed my ever-growing arousal. "Yep...I can see by this", she said squeezing my cock, "that you probably would enjoy seeing me do that!" I felt her hand fumble briefly with the zipper on my slacks, moments later freeing my now very hard stiff cock. Situated as we were sitting side by side in one of those horseshoe like booths made it perfect for the two of us to touch one another secretly beneath the table, all the while being able to keep a watchful eye out on the comings and goings around us. The second nice thing about Dana's evening gown was the fact it was slit up along one side damn near to her crotch, allowing as she walked to reveal another goodly portion of that exquisitely sensual thigh of hers. But even better...it allowed me to easily slide my hand up inside that dress of hers too! I was just in the middle of fingering that deliciously wet split of hers when dinner arrived. I started to remove my hand when I felt Dana's hand placing itself on top of mine, holding it there as the waiter placed our dinners before us. To me, I think it was pretty fucking obvious where my hand was, which I was fairly certain the waiter took notice of, especially when he smiled almost knocking over one of the wine glasses. "Oh fuck...I'm sorry!" he stammered, then he blushed and apologized profusely for swearing in front of us. Dana laughed assuring him as she did that it was ok, and then leaned forward, giving him another nice view of that precious tit. That seemed to calm him considerably, though it made me if anything even more excited. We'd been touching, looking, and playfully fondling one another throughout dinner when the desert cart was wheeled over to us. Almost at once I knew what it was Dana would order. "Ah, I'd like the strawberries and cream please!" she told the waitress. I went along with that because it sounded good for several reasons. I had gone back to fingering Dana's incredibly wet creamy pussy, even while being served our desserts. And I don't use that particular term loosely either. When Dana's pussy got that aroused, she truly had the juiciest flow of cunt-juice you've ever seen. Sweet, tasty and certainly more delicious than any desert topping I'd ever had. After being served, I watched as she picked up her spoon, expecting to see her begin eating her dessert as I'd now begun to do, when her spoon disappeared briefly beneath the table instead. "Oh fuck!" I moaned knowingly, watching Dana's eyes close briefly for a moment, knowing full well what it was that she was doing. "Want some?" "Are you kidding?" She knew I wouldn't be, and offered up a nice naughty spoonful of her slick pearly essence, pouring the contents onto the top of my already decadent looking desert. Then she slipped the spoon into my mouth where I could savor the balance of what hadn't poured onto my plate. "You like?" I felt my cock throb, twitch in answer to that, groaning and moaning out a reply anyway. "I love honey!" I told her feeling even more aroused now than I had been. "Got some for me?" she asked. I laughed, "Well...I'm sure that wouldn't be too hard to do," I said half-jokingly. But mine would take a few more minutes to produce. "I can wait," she said matter-of-factly. "Besides, desert is meant to be savored, enjoyed...not rushed through!" I sampled my desert grinning at her, then felt the cool semi-foreign feel of the spoon as she placed it along side my cock, rubbing it. "How's that feel?" "Naughty! Fucking naughty as hell!" I moaned as quietly as I could. Because it did! There we sat, Dana busily, playfully running the backside of her spoon up and down the length of my shaft, occasionally turning it over to actually tap the head of my cock with. Even that felt surprisingly good. "Harder! Do that a little harder!" I whispered once again, then felt that tickling little 'thwap' as she did...repeatedly. Taking my own now available spoon, I slipped mine down between her legs where to my surprise, she'd already bunched up her dress sufficiently to just about fully expose herself. Legs spread, her pussy was about as wide open as was possible, so that running the back of my spoon up and down her wet glistening lips was about as easy as had she been laying atop the table, spread eagled in the most delicious looking desert imaginable! There we continued our play, occasionally nibbling our desert, feeding one another single strawberries, many of which I had also run up and down the length of her split with. "I need a bit more cream though!" she proclaimed poutingly. "Think you can give me some?" I'd been on the 'edge' as it were for quite some time now, so I knew that complying to that particular request would be easy. It was more a matter of logistics. "Anytime you want it," I assured her. "Problem is...not sure I can promise to put it all in the spoon!" Dana burst out laughing, causing more than one look our way in curiosity. I was half expecting another visit anyway, as we were due, but at the moment, I wasn't in the mood for any company. "Here...we'll use this!" she told me. Dana polished off the small amount of wine still sitting in her glass. "Tell me when," she grinned looking towards me as she now began pumping my cock up and down expectantly. "You just keep an eye out for any unwanted visitors, I don't want to waste this!" Like I said, it didn't take long. Not after having spent the better part of two hours toying and teasing one another unmercifully throughout dinner. "Fuck baby...I'm almost there!" Turning sideways towards me, Dana placed the now empty wine glass over the head of my cock, angling it slightly as she now continued to pump my prick up and down a bit more urgently. "Give it to me Richard," she told me. "Fill up my wine glass!" In seconds I felt the first delicious spurt of my cock doing just that, the feel of her soft hand stroking out each and every glorious eruption into the glass as she carefully kept it positioned so as to ensure she didn't spill a single precious drop of my desert cream. No sooner had she done that, than we did indeed receive a return visit from our waiter asking us if we wanted more wine. Which is when Dana lifted the wine glass from beneath the table, looked at it, which we all did, and then poured the creamy nectar so contained within it on top of her now bare looking creamless strawberries. I know my mouth was hanging open every bit as much as his was. "I think I'd like a nice dessert wine to go along with this," she told him. "What might you suggest?" It took him a moment more to come to his senses. "Ah...something nice and sweet I'd think." "Hmmm, see if you can match this," she told him. And as he continued to stand there somewhat dumb-founded, just as I was, we both watched as Dana's hand disappeared briefly beneath the table, a second later reappearing with what was only too obvious as part of her own sweet creamy nectar. She held out her finger to him. He in turn glanced over towards me. My mouth was still open, as was his, then I spoke. "Try it...it really is good!" I assured him. Had anyone else seen our waiter actually sucking my wife's finger...well, not sure what would have happened or what anyone else might have thought. But he savored her digits momentarily as though swishing a fine wine inside his mouth after having just been served it. "Oh yes! Yes! Very sweet! Very, very sweet!" he stated enthusiastically. "I think I know just the wine to go along with this. Oh...and by the way, it's on the house!" "Thank you!" Dana giggled; finally blushing as I think even she realized that she'd taken herself well beyond the norm. "God I'm horny!" she stated the moment our poor waiter had disappeared. "Fuck! You're horny!" I stated unnecessarily. "And I just finished cumming!" We'd arrived for a late dinner as it was. Already most if not all of the patron's had already finished and had left, or were preparing to leave. Dana and I were amongst the last to be finishing dinner, if not actually the very last ones to be doing so. "We really should leave him a nice tip," Dana suggested. "Yeah, we should," I agreed. "After all. How much do you think..." "Allow me," Dana interrupted, "If of course, you don't mind." Intrigued, I assured her she could, wondering as I did just what exactly it was that she had in mind. Minutes later the waiter approached carrying the dinner bill which he was prepared to leave with us. By now of course we'd been calling him by name, which is what Dana did. "Jerry?" "Yes Miss?" he responded politely, though smiling even broader than he'd done all evening. "My husband said I could tip you this evening for the incredible service you've given us." Once again "Jerry" glanced my way, but I merely cocked my head back in Dana's direction. "You in any hurry?" she asked somewhat quietly. "Excuse me?" he asked curiously, but already Dana's hand was reaching over to begin unzipping his slacks. I noticed as he tossed a quick look behind, but allowed Dana to quickly produce a very hard stiff swollen cock seconds later. I watched, well actually we all did, as Dana sat there stroking our waiter as he stood immediately in front of her, still holding onto the black leather booklet containing our bill. By the way his eyes suddenly rolled up into the top of his head, I knew there wouldn't be much of any dangerous delays here as Dana gave him her tip. "Oh fuck...fuck me!" he wailed almost a bit too noisily, but luckily no one else was within earshot of us when he did. Right on cue, Dana retrieved her linen napkin placing it over the waiter's prick, pumping out his spunk as his knees began to buckle slightly. I took the bill folder away from him without his even being aware of it, though he placed that hand on the edge of the table to steady himself with as Dana finished jacking off the rest of his climax into the dinner napkin. As she daintily finished wiping him off, placing the now soiled napkin onto her desert plate, I folded several bills including an additional tip anyway, and handed him back the leather container as he rearranged, re-zipping himself. "Ahh, will that be all?" he asked with a hopeful smile. "Yes, thank you," Dana responded almost apologetically. "I think we'll head up to our room now." "Room?" I stated in surprise. I'd brought her there for a nice sensual dinner, which we'd certainly had, but I hadn't planned nor actually gotten a room at the hotel for afterwards. Dana laughed. "You actually think I went to the ladies room earlier?" she questioned me, then slid one of those electronic room keys towards me. "Well?" I took a look at the room number. It was on the top floor. "I hope it's a slow moving elevator," I told her grinning wickedly. "Me too," she responded hotly. "Me too!" Would You Like Fries With That? Nearly every working day at lunchtime, I drive over to one of many available fast-food drive-ins looking for something to satisfy my hunger. I'm not really a big fan of fast foods, but I'm also too lazy to get up in the morning and fix myself a lunch. I'd been fairly selective about what I ate, and where I went however, though after a while everything began tasting the same. One day I decided I was in the mood for a good old-fashioned hamburger, with all the trimmings as well as a side of fries. I had placed my order and pulled along side the drive-in window. "That will be five thirty-five please." I fumbled briefly trying to retrieve the exact change needed from my ashtray where I threw all my loose coins. Finding what I needed I turned towards the window to hand her my payment, nearly dropping my coins as well as my mouth when I did. I was looking at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The fact that she was working at a fast-food restaurant took me by surprise as much as how attractive she truly was. That, and she was at least in her late thirties to early forties. Her warm smile as she almost gingerly accepted my payment accentuated that same smile in her emerald green eyes. For a brief moment, I was speechless. "Thank you," I said taking my order from her. I didn't want to leave, but I felt foolish simply sitting there looking at her. Once again I smiled. "You just made my day. Thank you," I said again, finally pulling away from the window. I returned to the same place the very next day. Pulling along side the "call order" box I waited patiently to place my order. I'd come a little earlier; unable to wait so it wasn't busy when I arrived. "Go ahead and order whenever you're ready." It was her voice. At least I hoped it was. I hated those scratchy, hard to hear order things, but imagined her standing there preparing to write down my order. Once again I ordered a hamburger. "Would you like fries with that?" she asked. "No. But I would like you," I thought silently. "No thanks," I answered aloud. "Please pull forward," she responded. When I did, I was thrilled to find that it was her. I was even more thrilled when she appeared to recognize me. Though I had been there the previous day of course. Her smile seemed even more genuine than the day before. I expected her to give me my total, already knowing what it was of course, but looking forward to spending as much time sitting there as possible. "What did you mean by that?" she asked For a moment I was confused. I didn't know what she was talking about. "Excuse me?" I asked politely. "Yesterday. You said I had just made your day. And then you drove off before I could ask you what you meant by that." "Oh, that," I said a little sheepishly. "I only meant that it was nice seeing someone as attractive as you. I'd sort of had a lousy day, and your smile sort of picked me up a little," I explained lamely. She laughed. "Well, you made mine too." I grinned back at her even more broadly than I had been. Glancing back into the rear view mirror I saw no one had as yet pulled up behind me. Handing her my payment, I took my order from her but continued to sit there parked next to where she continued standing, smiling back at me. "You've got truly gorgeous green eyes," I exclaimed. I felt a little silly telling her that, feeling almost like a high school teenager going through his first crush. "Thank you. I like yours too." Once again I looked back into my mirror, but this time saw a car pulling up to the order box. "Damn" I thought. "Well, have a nice day," I told her. "See you tomorrow?" She seemed surprised by that, but nodded her head. "I'll be here," she said sweetly. # I had a difficult time getting away from the office, arriving later than I had been at the drive-in the following day. Pulling up to the speaker, she was obviously waiting for me. "Feel like something different for lunch?" she asked. Hearing that through the squawky speaker was almost funny. "You bet!" I answered. "Pull into the parking area, wait for me," I heard her say. So I did. A few minutes later she came rushing out, jumping into the passenger seat next to me. "Hi, I'm Susan," she said introducing herself. "Steven," I replied. "Though my friends call me Sly," I added. Susan gave me a curious look. "Are you? Sly I mean?" "Can be," I teased back. "Where too anyway?" I asked feeling an erection growing. "There's a small little park just down the road from here. Quite often I go there for lunch and read. Hardly anyone ever goes there," she stated. I found her comment curious, but put the car in gear, backed out and headed off down the street. I was a little surprised she'd come out in the first place. Amazed actually that she had, as the very little flirting we'd done hadn't indicated anything more than a mild attraction towards her. I quickly located the park she'd indicated and pulled in. "Drive around back. No one ever comes back here on a weekday." Easing into a parking spot, I turned off the ignition, turning in my seat slightly to face her. I still wasn't sure where any of this was going, but my hard-on was in hopes that this was more than just a friendly chat. Which she confirmed a moment later. "I'm going to be right up front with you," she told me. "I like your self confidence. Most men don't have that. Arrogance yes, confidence, no." I shifted in my seat trying to make myself more comfortable. Which was extremely difficult to do under the circumstances. "And I'm not looking for any heavy relationship either. I just went through a really messy divorce." "I'm sorry," I interjected. "Don't be. What I'm trying to say is this. I'm just looking for a little companionship, a little fun. Something I didn't have in my marriage. I want to let my hair down a little, experience some wildness, let myself go. If you catch my meaning," she said winking at me. I did...and I didn't. I was hoping I was hearing her correctly. But at the same time I didn't want to make any assumptions that she was being any more than a little bold in just getting to know someone. As far as I knew, that's what she had meant by her comment. "I like you," she said simply. "And I think this could be a lot of fun if you're really interested, and willing to let it go at nothing more than that. For the time being anyway." I couldn't think of anything to say, still in a bit of a fugue as to any hidden meanings I might be misinterpreting. All I could so was grin, and hope that answered her question. It must have however, as she immediately leaned over in her seat and kissed me. I kissed her back. Hard. For several long moments we sat there fencing our tongues. Which was now causing me even more discomfort as my erection was bent painfully at the wrong angle. Embarrassed, I finally broke off our kiss. "Excuse me, I hate to admit this, but I need to make an adjustment," I told her honestly. I turned off to one side attempting to fix myself without making too much out of it when I heard her laugh. "Why don't you simply take it out? I was going to ask you to anyway," she stated. "It's been a while. Unless you don't want to of course." I was staring at her in disbelief. "We don't have that long," she pointed out to me. "I only have forty-five minutes for lunch." I watched as she reached up and began undoing her blouse. As she did, I freed the beast never taking my eyes off her while doing so. Seconds later, I saw her full breasts pushing against the confines of her bra. She had one of those front-catch releases, which was nice, easily flicking it open with the simple touch of her fingers. Automatically my hand reached out, cupping her nearest breast. As I did, she leaned over and I felt her hand surrounding my turgid erection. "Hmm, nice," she mewed. "Ditto," I said, once again feeling like a teenage kid. Though admittedly, I had had some of my 'breast' memories fooling around in the backseat of my car. And this certainly gave me that same erotic newness that I had once experienced. Her tits were incredible. Susan certainly didn't have the youthful perkiness she might have once had. Though as large as her boobs were, I doubted they'd been all that perky to begin with. Even cupping one of them with both hands more than filled them, though I reveled in the sensation of caressing them, and thumbing those eraser sized nipples that swelled to an even greater thickness as I did. "Suck it," she told me. "Suck it hard." I bent down, drawing that sweet stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. I felt her hand tighten around my swollen member in appreciation as she squeezed it, eliciting a nice fat droplet of pre-cum. As it dribbled over the head of my prick, she found it and immediately scooped it towards her mouth tasting it. "Let me suck you now," she whispered quietly. Reluctantly, I released her breast leaning back against the door and window of my car. Susan took a quick look around to ensure we were still alone. "Can you take them off?" It took a moment to struggle out of my slacks, but I somehow managed to do so, kicking off one shoe, and pulling one pant leg off entirely, thus freeing myself even more completely. "That's better." I had watched as Susan continued to thumb, playing with her own nipples while I did the happy dance in the front seat of my car, trying desperately to get undressed as quickly as possible. Leaning over, she engulfed my prick with her mouth and began sucking it for all she was worth. "Fuck!" I said when she did. Not knowing if my vulgarity would offend her or not. Thinking that sounded stupid even as I'd considered it under the circumstances. "Not enough time," she mouthed around my prick. "Maybe tomorrow." She was teasing of course, though half serious too. But my cock lurched in anticipation of that possibility. Licking the head of my dick as she yet again squeezed out another pearled droplet of lubricant, I watched as she lapped it up, looking into my eyes, smiling wickedly. "Bet you never thought you'd end up getting a blow-job in the middle of the day like this did you?" she said lustily. "Oh, sure I did. The moment I saw you," I teased back at her. Susan sucked down hard nearly pulling my jisim from my balls in the process. "Don't cum in my mouth," she told me. "I want to watch it...and feel it on my tits," she explained. "So tell me when you're almost there." I hated to say it. But the truth was...I was. "I'm almost there." She laughed with a mouth full of cock, but sat up, now hand-jacking my prick as she continued to lean over. Placing it between her breasts, she began sliding it back and forth across both nipples, teasing herself with my dick all the while continuing to pump me with her other hand. "Gonna come for me soon Sly?" she half urged me. By way of an answer, I felt the first sticky spurt already leaving the tip of my cock. Susan giggled with excitement and began jacking me in a much more furious manner. Thick creamy ropes of my semen began bathing both of her breasts, covering them in splotches of white goo that began leaving interesting patterns across both tits while she continued drawing on them with my dick. "I have to get back," she said simply, already beginning to do herself up. I was surprised when she made no attempt to clean off her breasts as she enclosed them once again inside her bra, then buttoning her blouse. "I'm going to be horny the entire rest of the day," she added. "I'll be able to smell you." Just hearing her say that caused my still semi-erect prick to begin hardening again. "Tomorrow. I'll wear my uniform skirt tomorrow. Pick me up at 1:30 if you can manage it. I'll have a full hour then. And we can come back here if you'd like." I thought briefly of asking for her phone number instead. Figuring perhaps we could get together later, either her place or mine. But the fact that she didn't offer, or ask for mine either told me that she wasn't quite ready to go there yet. And...perhaps, the idea of getting together like this was more along the lines of what she was actually looking for. I remembered her comment about wanting to let her hair down, and not wanting any heavy-duty relationship. "I'd like that I told her." So as I struggled back into my own clothes, I saw her lick off the last traces of my spendings from her fingers. "Tomorrow...you can eat me." "We might need to use the back seat." She peered over the back nodding her head in agreement. "When you pick me up, I'll just climb in back and get ready for you. Drive back here and if we're careful, we can maybe even do a little more than that," she said with a promise of things to come. I dropped her back off at work with a couple of minutes to spare. She kissed me just before leaving, and I caught the faint aroma of my 'spermed' fragrance still lingering on her lips. "See you tomorrow then?" she said as she stepped out of the door, closing it. "Count on it," I told her. # As promised, Susan wore a uniformed skirt with a matching pullover sweater. I had no sooner pulled into the parking lot when she came out, and again as agreed, climbed into the back seat. "Hurry Sly. I'm really, really horny!" Not wanting to get pulled over for speeding, I nevertheless pushed the envelope of the limit, taking us as quickly as I could back over towards the park. Having adjusted my rear-view mirror, I watched as she struggled out of her pantyhose, discarding them entirely. Then lifting her sweater, once again undoing the front-clasp bra she was wearing thus freeing those magnificent tits of hers. I quickly drove down the backside of the park pulling into the exact same spot we'd been in the day before. The car had barely stopped when I found myself opening the door, opening hers. What greeted me took my breath away. "What do you want to do first? Eat? Or fuck?" she asked obscenely. Susan had two fingers inside her split, fingering herself while I stupidly stood there looking at her. I didn't answer with words, climbing in through the door, positioning my face over that succulent looking pussy instead. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed into what many of my friends and I had been calling a "Velcro strip", and I quickly attached my face to it like it was. Immediately locating her swollen clitoris, I drew it inside my mouth and gave it a welcome hello. Susan groaned pleasurably. "Oh yes Sly...yes! Lick it baby! Lick it!" I tickled that cute little nubbin of flesh with the tip of my tongue. As she urged me to lick her faster and faster, I did so. My face was soon covered in her essence. Her pussy juice was flowing about as freely as I had ever experienced with anyone, and I was soon slipping and sliding easily up and down her split with the use of my entire face as I all but face-fucked her with my head. "God baby! Yes! Yes! Make me cum baby. Make me cum!" Once again sucking her clit inside my mouth, I nursed it like a tit. Simultaneously, I slipped not one, but two fingers inside that incredibly wet passage and began finger-fucking her with wild abandonment all the while sucking madly on her clit. Susan was bucking beneath me, gyrating her hips back and forth, up and down, fucking my face as I fucked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. "Now! Now! Now!" she wailed. I was damn glad we were alone in the park. I had no reservations that had anyone else been there, they'd have come over to investigate what was going on. Her orgasmic cry of pleasure was loud enough to actually cause a near-by dog to begin barking. But at least I knew it was far enough away that no one would come over to see what was going on. Hopefully, before I had a chance to slip my prick inside her at least. When her orgasm had finally subsided to some degree, she bade me to have a quick look around, which I did. Once again assured the coast was clear, she reached up and began fumbling with the belt on my slacks. "Hurry up! Fuck me!" she pleaded. In record-breaking time, I managed to slip my slacks down around my ankles as she scooted herself over towards the edge of the back seat. I thought at first we were somehow going to do it like that, but she spun around, bending over using the seat as brace to lean against. Offering me her pussy from behind, I plunged into her in one quick stroke, hilting myself fully into that tight hot passage. "Oh yes...now fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she demanded. I was slamming in and out of her as fast as I could when I noticed another car driving up the lane towards us. "Someone's coming!" I warned her. "I know...I know. I am," she shot back. "No, really. Someone really is coming towards us," I said again, preparing to pull out of her before we were actually spotted, if we hadn't been already. "I don't care. Don't stop now you sweet bastard. I'm almost there!" Grinning, I looked up glancing towards the approaching car through the open-door window. I saw another man and woman sitting together as they pulled into a spot a short distance away from where we were parked. As they did, I saw the woman pointing towards us. Looking down, I realized my slacks, well down around my ankles gave away the situation Susan and I were in. Not knowing what to expect, I heard Susan's deep-throated groan of orgasm begin, and threw all caution to the wind. Turning back around, I grabbed two full handfuls of her ass-cheeks, driving myself as deeply as I could into her and let loose with my own powerful explosion. Susan's cry of ecstasy was certainly loud enough to be heard, and I turned once again to face our newly arrived neighbors. When I did, I noticed the woman who had been with him, could no longer be seen. "I think we're safe," I said smiling. "Our friend over there is getting a blow-job!" Still flushed with excitement, her orgasm still tingling deep inside her pussy, Susan stood up, effectively forcing my prick out of her. As she did, she turned towards them, chest bare, both breasts easily seen...and waved. Our unknown friend smiled, waved back and then gave us both a "thumbs-up". Lady friend then sat up, looked over towards us as well and saw that Susan was standing there with her boobs showing clearly. We both watched as she lifted up her own blouse, revealing she wasn't even wearing a bra, flashing us back. I in turn gave them both a thumb's up. Susan however had backed up once again sitting down on the back seat, pulling me towards her. In seconds, she'd engulfed my penis and was sucking me tenderly, coaxing me back to firmness. "Think you can come again for me?" she asked. As aroused as I was, I had no doubt about it. And...we'd barely spent half of our allotted time together anyway. "No sweat," I assured her. And stood there fucking her mouth while our neighbors in the car next to us continued to watch. When we finally did redress in order to leave, I had just managed to fill her hungry lips with a little squirt or two anyway. We also watched as our horny friends drove away, probably heading back to work themselves. "That was wild wasn't it?" she said as we pulled into the parking lot. "Tomorrow?" "Wild yes. And hell yes!" I said answering both of her questions. # Over the course of the next several weeks, I picked Susan up every day at lunchtime, where we'd head over to the park and fuck, suck, sometimes doing both each and every day. It was the first time I could ever remember not looking forward to the weekends, as it was the only time I never saw her. One Monday, I pulled into the parking lot and waited. After nearly five minutes had passed I began to realize Susan wasn't coming out. I was about to go in when I saw a much younger looking woman making her way over to my car. "You're the one that's been picking Susan up during lunch, yes?" she asked. Would You Like Fries With That? "Yes. I am, where is she?" "She doesn't work here anymore," the young woman told me. For a moment, I felt like I'd been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer. "She told me to give you this," she said, passing a rather large, thick envelope through the window to me. "Fuck!" I thought. Obviously this was some kind of a "Dear John" letter. "Thank you," I said sadly. Moments later, I pulled out of the parking lot in order to head back to work, deciding to read her letter after I'd had a chance to calm down. # It was six month's before I returned to that particular fast-food restaurant. Pulling up to the speaker-box, I waited patiently to place my order. "Go ahead and order whenever you're ready, the voice said. The words were familiar, but the voice certainly wasn't. "I'd like a cheeseburger and a coke please," I said. "Would you like fries with that?" "I would. I really, really would," I thought. "Ah, no thanks. Just the burger and coke." I knew I'd have a nice dinner waiting for me when I got home from work that night. The last thing I wanted to do was spoil my appetite. Susan really was an excellent cook. That day in the parking lot, I had learned she'd had to leave unexpectedly. Her mother had taken ill and unfortunately passed away. She'd inherited a sizeable estate, needless to say, no longer needing to work at the burger joint. Susan asked me to wait for her, gave me instructions to her place, where we met that following weekend and spent nearly every waking moment of it in bed together. Her favorite saying every time I go down on her, "Would you like fries with that?" has become our private little joke. Would You Like Lime with That? Basking in the golden pink glow of the late afternoon sun, I licked the silken head of the cock held in my tight fist. Smiling up at my lover, I engulfed his head and sucked wetly and noisily over his rounded tip. I smacked my lips and swirled my flattened tongue around his shaft. God, I love his cock all hard like this. I gave it a few pumps in my fist and moaned as another clear droplet appeared in that tiny slit. I grinned at him. His eyes were locked onto mine as he smiled back at me. "Mmm. Get it, baby." He encouraged and I did. I lapped it up, relishing the burst of salty flavor in my mouth. We celebrated the day sipping a beer in the backyard, me sitting on the lawn between his legs sucking cock. We had toiled long and hard that day, landscaping side by side in the hot Florida sun, planting, raking, and getting sweaty and dirty. Where else would we go after our showers but out to enjoy the fruits of our labors. His sun kissed frame draped across the wicker chair had drawn my attention. Just looking at him started me thinking. I sank his cock into my mouth and used my lips to pull him incrementally deeper, looking up at his lazy smile. I like to think of myself as a really good cocksucker but maybe that's just because I enjoy it so. I used my lips to cover my teeth and popped his head in an out of my mouth. I nibbled up and down the underside of his shaft while cupping his balls in my palm and squeezing lightly. I tipped my head back and tried to stuff his big cock down my throat, gripping his shaft with my teeth and bobbing my head up and down, the loose skin sliding back and forth. He loves it when I got a little rough with his cock; he likes to feel the tiny serrations of my teeth on his hard flesh. I growled low in my throat as I slipped my fingertips around his base, jacking him as I sucked. He knew what I wanted. I wanted a mouthful of his gooey juices and if the neighbors were looking out their second story window ... so be it. I lay my palms flat on his inner thighs and stretched his legs wide, bringing my tongue down the center line of his ball sac and lower, pressing that sweet spot with my pointed tongue. He hissed, "Oh, you hot, nasty cocksucker." I knew I had taken his arousal to another level when he snarled, "Suck me, sweet bitch." I moaned as he grew harder and harder. I fisted him at a more rapid pace squeezing his resilient cock, drooling down his shaft getting more aroused myself. I could feel his legs tensing and his erection was as tight and hard as I'd ever felt it. He gritted his teeth and extended his hips and started to come. I pulled off of him and let it spray my face, mouth, lips and tongue. Swallowing a little of the salty ejaculate and grinning. I played my fingers over his throbbing cock softly and licked my lips, "You taste so good, honey." The look on his face after he comes is so incredible. It's an amazed sort of look as he tries to catch his breath. He reached his hand around the nape of my neck, smiling, "Come here you hot cunt." He pulled me near and kissed my mouth. I caressed and licked softly into the kiss. My head tilted to better meld with his seeking lips. I smiled, stretching back in the grass resting on my elbows, a self-satisfied gleam in my eye. Taking a sip of the cold, amber ale, I sighed tipping my head back as he joined me, he licked over my lips and we shared a passionate kiss. I squirmed as his tongue explored me. "Fuck." I whispered. His kisses, like melted chocolate, are warm, sweet and something I crave. He tipped his beer back and I watched his mouth on the tapered neck of that bottle, his long fingers curled around the indent about three fourths of the way down. I pulled at his hands and put my mouth right where his had been. Drinking lustily, a little of the golden beverage dribbled out of the side of my mouth and ran down my chin. He traced the trail with the mouth of the coffee colored glass bottle. The glass felt slick and cool sliding down my neck and over my chest. I looked up and saw his eyes sparkling, wickedly. He tipped the bottle up on purpose, spilling beer over me. "Hey!" I said, plucking at my blouse keeping it away from my wet skin. "Oh, honey. I spilled it." He lied. I found that slow southern drawl of his so irresistible. His grin absolutely roguish, he tipped the bottle up again, this time looking directly into my eyes. The cool liquid puckered my nipple as he poured it over me. I could feel the surprised expression on my face. He undid the few buttons and laid my blouse open, latching his mouth hotly onto my tit and pulling me in. Oh God. I shuddered and felt things low in my body, tighten. His mouth felt glorious on that heated flesh. I watched him tugging my nipple in, pulling and releasing, nursing that pale liquid as he sucked. I shifted subtly unable to be still. He chuckled, knowing how restless he was making me. "You feeling all wiggly, woman?" he laughed, assured that I was. "Yes." I hissed, "Yes, so wiggly." My hips circled involuntarily. I knew him and I knew he wouldn't leave me with that restless feeling. "What are you going to do about it?" I challenged with a grin. With unexpected quickness he tipped up his beer again and splashed the brew over my stomach. I lay back in the grass and stretched my body out, moaning. I was expecting him to lick that up and he didn't disappoint. In one rough tug he had my shorts off and was laying over my legs, face pressed into the soft skin of my tummy. I love the feel of his mouth on me, anywhere on me and I was anticipating that he would part my legs and use that sweet, hot mouth to make me come. I raised my arms over my head and arched my back. My breasts pulled tight, mounding softly on my chest. "Oh. God." I sighed. He went lower and used the fist wrapped around his beer to spread my legs. Not that he needed to actually push them open. As he nudged I spread my thighs wide. I wasn't going to pretend that this isn't exactly what I wanted. My muscles were quivering I wanted it so bad. "Shivery little cunt." I heard him mutter. He very much liked that I willingly spread my legs for him. I let him see my sex, my distended and engorged pussy lips that were so aroused. He didn't understand women who slammed their legs shut always blocking the view of the sweet mound that he so enjoyed. I, on the other hand had learned that if I liked the way he played, I had to give him access to the playground. I could feel his breath on the lips of my sex. "Such a pretty pussy, baby." he drawled. I merely moaned in agreement, lifting my hips a bit and making a little circle. "You want it don't you, you hot little slut? You want me to pour this cold one over that cunt and lick it all up?" Hell yes, I wanted it! "Oh, please baby." I rasped, "Please, I want your mouth on me." He could eat pussy for hours, make you groan and beg and scream for the next orgasm. He could curl his tongue around my clit and pull on it like nobody ever had. I was nearly panting just thinking about it. Writhing and wiggling, I pushed up onto my elbows and watched him there between my legs. Fuck! That is so erotic, watching him enjoy my body like that. He looked up at me and smiled. Charming rascal! He was taking full advantage of his position. He plucked at one full pussy lip and ran his thumb and forefinger down and up, pinching it as he did. Then he tugged on it and looked into my eyes, "Let's see how pink that flesh is." He pulled that fat pussy lip open, "Oh, baby! Look how pink and wet that hot snatch is. Why, that looks good enough to eat!" I threw my head back as he stroked his middle finger down the center of my needy gash. "Fuck, yes! Eat me!" I cried. His finger pressed down on my clit and barely moved, just shifting over that button. Oh, he was torturing me, "Bastard." I whispered. I felt the cool beer wash down my slit as he laughed at my needy groaning. "I love it when you get so hot you turn into a nasty little cunt." He chuckled, knowing he was killing me with his teasing. "Come on, cunt. Beg me for it." I begged. I wanted to come so bad. I was so worked up from sucking him off. In mid groan I froze. I quickly raised my head, my eyes flying to his. He was rubbing the mouth of that glass bottle over my clit, pressing back and forth, the cold, hard glass feeling entirely different from the warm tip of his finger. His eyes glued to mine. Almost involuntarily I started to close my thighs, shaking my head no. Oh, my God. Oh my God, it felt ... incredible. I was drawing my knees together when his hand pressed on my inner thigh. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like it? Look, it's shaped just like a cock." He grinned. I was shaking my head but he slid that dark glass down my slit and back up. This wasn't right. It shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't feel so good to be naughty like this, should it? I reached down and started to push his hand away when he parted my lips and poured the rest of the beer into my hot cunt. His face quickly followed and he licked and sucked at my hole. I moaned and like lightening travels, my body reacted. I growled and he devoured me, his whole mouth open over my pussy. He rose up and grinned, his face all shiny. "I'm going to bottle fuck this cunt, baby." It was a challenge, it was a statement. He had that, I dare you, look on his face. I wanted to come so bad, I writhed but shook my head. He sucked my clit a little but not enough and looked up again, "Yes, baby. You want it." The problem was I did want it. I wanted him to shove that bottle into my cunt. I just thought I shouldn't, couldn't. I moaned and my body tightened and shook with arousal, with need. He is such a smart lover, watching and knowing my reactions, so in the moment with me. "Look at that baby, your body wants it even if you think you don't." The intensity on his face just about sent me over. Suddenly I realized, I wasn't in this alone, he needed and wanted this as much as I did. I parted my shaking thighs, my knees falling open. He grinned, "That's a sweet little cunt. A cunt that's going to fuck this beer bottle for me." I lifted my hips and was now eager, having made the decision, I wanted it. "Yes." I said. "Fuck me with it." He played the mouth up and down my slit, pressing in slowly. He dragged it over my clit, the sensations so erotic. "I want you to fuck my pussy with that bottle." I begged, "Please, Keith. Fuck me!" Soothingly he said, "Yes, baby. I'm going to give you just what you need." He gripped that tapered bottle low and twisted it, "I'm going to fill that hot snatch all up." Torquing the bottle he slowly pushed it into my wet fuck hole. I quivered as the smooth glass entered me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Look at that." He admired. "Nasty cunt fucking that beer bottle." I looked down and without warning I started coming, hard and fast my body closing tight over the glass. "That's it baby. Come hard. Come all over this glass toy." He encouraged me, his voice low and aroused. "Fuck it honey, oh yeah, show me how you like your pussy filled." I bucked and bucked, taking as much as I could. Rocking over the bottle that was too long and so wide it was stretching my hole. He liked that; he liked the girth stretching my pussy. "Fuck that is so hot and nasty baby." My breasts were bouncing and I was convulsing unendingly. My body was heaving. He continued to swirl the bottle, over my vulva and clit. His hand brushing his cock as it was rock hard again. He lay beside me and whispered, "Oh, Sarah honey. You are such an amazing woman. God, you are incredible." I smiled, catching my breath, inhaling deeply pulling much needed oxygen into my lungs as my body stilled. I could feel my pulse in my clit, it was remarkable, I had come so hard. I took the bottle from his hands licking it clean. He stuck his tongue down in the mouth of the bottle and claimed the juices that had pooled there. I smiled softly in wonder, it is such a delight to have this man as my lover. I wondered later if that St. Louis bottle designer had any idea. I hope he does. Would You Like Me To Stop? Carla enjoyed taking her time in the brief walk to the punishment room. She particularly relished the click clack of her high heels echoing off the corridor walls, and the attention of the prison guards never failed to accentuate her feminine charms. Carla had now been involved with this programme for the last three months. Her psychological studies had been used to good effect, and she had presented the Governor with a plan designed to bring the toughest and unmanageable prisoners into line. What she actually did was a secret to all but herself, but the authorities had to admit that after 'treatment sessions' with her, even the most difficult of the male prisoners seemed subdued. Carla knew today would be no different. She had received the call yesterday from the Governor, and had spent a refreshing lunch hour in his office being briefed on 'Paul', the prisoner she was due to see. The Governor was a man in his mid forties, public school educated and utterly charming. In her presence he squirmed and flustered, trying hard to hide the obvious effects that her long and nylon clad legs had on him. Carla enjoyed this of course and played the game to the full. She imagined how he would have been at his public school. Starved of female company, it had left him a quivering wreck in the presence of a vamp such as Carla. On her last visit he had dropped his pen whilst serving her tea. As he bent to pick it up, Carla had chosen the moment to stretch out her legs just inches from him. She knew his discomfort, and relished the fact that he was seen to mop his brow with a handkerchief as she was leaving the room. He stuttered and stammered through his briefing with her, and couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time. Carla learned that Paul, the prisoner was three years through a five-year stretch. He was known to be aggressive at times, but his roguish charm and rugged good looks had not left him short of girlfriends. To Paul they were playthings, and although they invariably fell in love with him, he discarded them once they showed any signs of being clingy. To Carla he was going to be the best challenge yet; a man whose spirit hadn't yet been broken and it was going to be she who did it. As she approached the room, the guard opened the door for her. She passed through with a smile, and stopped to take in the scene. The room was warm well lit. It was the size of an average lounge, sound proofed, ventilated but with no outside windows. In the centre of the room was a large padded figure X, on its back. This was used to restrain the prisoners. A remote control allowed the operator to raise or lower the X. Consequently it could be raised to table height or lowered to floor level. At present it was raised about one foot off the floor. Bound by his ankle and wrists to the X was Paul. He was stretched, naked, except for a courtesy thong which had been tied around his groin. Carla simply smiled and slowly walked all the way around him. She said nothing, and the intention was to intimidate her victim. His nakedness intensified by her strict and close fitting business suit, high heels and sheer seamed stockings. She recalled her first visit to the room. Her 'patient' at that time had been a bank manager convicted of fraud. His arrogance had annoyed the prison authorities who believed he needed teaching a lesson. His ego wasn't matched by his physique that was rather puny. Naked and on his back Carla's presence had silenced him immediately. As she danced her fingers along his legs he had cracked immediately, utterly humiliated by this vampish woman, he had begged for release, offered to be her slave: anything. It was not within the protocol to release prisoners without a guard present, but Carla knew a broken spirit when she met one. She had released him from his bonds, and enjoyed the remaining thirty minutes as he humiliated himself as her slave. As she lay back in the soft leather chair provided, he had worshipped kissed and licked Carla's legs and feet as though he was one possessed. Although she found him physically repulsive, there was no denying what he could do with his tongue! Determined not to let him see, she had in fact orgasmed twice during the session. When she had tired ohf him, she placed her stocking clad foot in the centre of his chest and pushed him away. He had immediately curled up on the floor, and served as a comfortable footrest for the remainder of the session. Would Paul be different she wondered? His body certainly was! She knew that he was about 29, and had spent some time as a fire fighter. After his imprisonment he kept fit by working out everyday. He was evenly tanned, and his six pack rippled as he strained against his bonds to follow her around the room. Eventually Carla sat down by his waist facing him. She had noticed him looking at her legs, and ensured that they remained in full view. She placed her fingers on the inside of his thigh and began talking to him in her deep and husky voice, 'So, you've been a naughty boy have you?' she asked rhetorically, whilst increasing the pressure with her hands. Paul said nothing but struggled visibly against his restraints. He was used to controlling and dominating women, not the other way round, and even though he could feel himself becoming aroused, in these circumstances he would see it a as a sign of weakness. Carla noticed the growing bulge beneath his thong. 'Well, well what have we here?' she asked trailing her fingers across his growing manhood, and undoing the bow that kept the thong on. For once in his life Paul was lost for words. Something deep inside of him reminded him of childhood. Guilty feelings that he had looking up his Aunties skirts or sneaking looks down the blouses of girls at his school raced through his mind 'Shall we get rid of this?' He heard her soft voice suggest, as he felt the thong being pulled away. 'My what a BIG BOY, and such a good boy I expect’ Carla’s fingers closed around his now bulging and throbbing shaft. It felt so hot and hard in her cool hands. He was by her reckoning a genuinely big boy, and it was fun to play and tease with such a monster. She stopped briefly to take a sip of wine from a nearby glass. She smiled to herself as his cock continued to twitch in the absence of her touch. 'What am I to do with you?' she asked softly 'The Governor says that you have been a very naughty boy, and my job is to make sure that you behave yourself' she crossed her legs with a swish of nylon that brought a soft moan from his lips. Carla smiled, a cruel sensuous sadistic smile, as she slowly traced her long tapered and freshly painted red nails up the underside of his shaft. She was an expert at her craft, and as her fingers reached his glans, she gently took him between her thumb and second finger. She gently rolled his foreskin forward and back over the glans, and judging when the moment was right, toyed with the tip with her forefinger. Paul, like all the men that had gone before him simply couldn't stand it. Within seconds she had him moaning and gasping. She skilfully played his body like a musical instrument, taking him to the limit, promising release, hearing him beg, only to release her soft hold, and instead snake her fingers seductively around her wine glass to take a refreshing sip of Chardonnay. Using her hands and alluring voice she brought him to the brink three times, only to frustrate him at the last minute, holding him firm until the moment had passed, thwarting any attempt at satisfaction from him. Each time she would make him hard again, and each time he seemed marginally bigger than the last. 'Well, are you learning your lesson?' 'Good boys always get a reward, but naughty boys don't. I wonder which you are?' she asked gently fixing his gaze with her smouldering eyes. She listened carefully for the response, knowing the paradox that she had put this strong and powerful man in. It came from his lips in a forced and reluctant whisper 'A good boy’ almost too soft for her to hear. 'I don't think Carla heard you' she replied forcing him into further humiliation by making him repeat himself louder. 'Oh God, please I'm a good boy, please, Oh God please' he begged. 'Now that's much better' replied Carla stroking his forehead, 'and now you can call me madam' she expected him to resist, but hid her surprise when he immediately responded with 'yes madam, anything you say madam, I promise I'll be good'. Paul was aware of her moving, and heard the soft sound of nylon rasping against leather as she slipped off one of her shoes. 'You like my legs don't you?' she asked as she draped her stocking clad foot across his hungry mouth. He responded by kissing and licking her finely sculpted arch with relish. He was coming along nicely and it was all very predictable. Sensing that he was now putty in her hands, Carla again began playing his huge manhood. Within seconds it was hot, hard and seemed ready to burst. Gently letting him go, she reminded him of how good he had been with his mouth, ‘Do you like my red lips?’ she asked seductively, ‘I have a little test; it’s called the lipstick test would you like to know what it is?’ Paul groaned knowing his torment was about to be prolonged. Carla gracefully changed her position and raised the table on which he was bound with the automatic switch. As it reached a height just above her waist it stopped. She leaned forward resting both elbows on the table, and so doing braced her legs back, thrusting her neat little ass into the air, and dipping her back. She knew that Paul could see, and particularly enjoyed the effect that this stance always had on men. Her fingers toyed with him, and her mouth just inches from the tip. With a smile she held him firmly by the base, and gently slid her lips over his pulsating and throbbing manhood. She got about one third down before ‘coming up for air’ Carla was fascinated. Paul was simply huge! Her bright red lipstick mark was now clearly visible around the tanned skin of his cock. His veins pulsed and throbbed. With her free hand she began tickling his balls before addressing him again. ‘Well, you big boy, you must have passed the test with flying colours, was that nice?’ By now Paul was beyond words. His whole being was focussed on the desperate itching sensation in his penis. He unconsciously heaved and thrust against her hand, desperate for relief. Carla knew what he was doing and just toyed with him, much as an angler would with a fish on line. ‘Not just yet’ not just yet’ she reassured smoothly, her tone a compete paradox to the merciless torture she was administrating. As she began slowly stroking him once more, he almost sobbed with frustration; the words 'please, please, oh madam please' forced unconsciously from his lips. With a refined touch of cruelty, Carla produced a long white goose feather. This was played in front of Paul’s face. He could guess what was coming next. His pleas were frantic. ‘Oh God madam, please I’ll do anything I’ll be good, please give me relief’ The feather was slowly lowered to his balls, and brushed slowly and methodically across them. ‘I’m terribly ticklish’ offered Carla as if in conversation,’ wouldn’t you like to tickle me too?’ By now Paul was nearly hysterical, Carla knew that the time had arrived for the moment of complete control. After one minute of tickle torture she dropped the feather, and gently took hold of him. Her stroke was gentle but firm and methodical. This time she didn't vary her stroke, and after about thirty seconds felt his body begin the build up to orgasm. When Paul came, it was so powerful that Carla thought he would tear free from his bonds. It was as though he had exploded as jets of thick white come shot into the air, accompanied by load gasps and groans. As he began to calm down Carla noticed that a 'string of pearls' had draped across her stockinged knee. The contrast of her dark nylons and the glistening moisture acted as an aphrodisiac for her, and she felt hungry for more. Milking the last from him, she stepped back to wipe her hands on the towel provided. Paul’s pulsating body looked enticing and exciting. Carla took a sip of wine, and for the second time in her career broke the rules. Biting her lip with excitement, and feeling the pounding in her chest, she hit the ‘release button’ instantly freeing Paul from his bonds. He sat up instantly, still gasping from his ordeal, but taking all of Carla in through his hungry eyes. She stepped back, momentarily frightened by the animal presence of this powerful man. He stood up, towering over her by at least a foot. With out a word, Paul was on her in seconds. Unbuttoning her suit jacket and hurriedly removing it before tearing at her blouse. His mouth engulfed hers in a flurry of hot kisses. Within seconds Carla had been reduced to her underwear, stockings and high heels. Paul scooped her in his arms with little effort, and sat her on the edge of the table. He stood facing her, holding her hair firmly in his hands. Carla noticed that his erection was already strong and firm. Paul wanted her, but hesitated fearing it was a trick. Carla sensed this, ‘just fuck me oh God fuck me’ she pleaded. He pulled her silk panties to one side before lifting her up, and impaling her on his full erection. Carla gasped and caught her breath at the feel of his length sliding home. He laid her back, and tossed her legs over his shoulders as if she were a doll. His hands and mouth covered her nylon clad legs with kisses, and he began piston like strokes in and out of her wet and hungry body. Carla cried out for more as Paul increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. He was a skilled and expert lover, who managed to combine pain and pleasure. Carla thought she had experienced it all, but this man took her to new heights. He leaned forward to kiss her mouth, and within seconds she was shrieking, biting and screaming for the very relief that only a short time ago had been within her power to dispense. Paul withdrew slowly them rammed home vigorously. His power and rhythm increased. Carla felt a small white light explode somewhere at the back of her head. For the next 60 seconds, she had no idea where she was nor could she have cared. Her orgasm was almost too intense to be pleasurable. Long after Paul had withdrawn, her tired and exhausted body continued to feel the afterglow, and she could still feel him inside. When they had both recovered, they embraced caringly. Paul was re strapped onto the table, and Carla adjusted her clothing to look as normal as possible. Paul had helped to straighten her stocking seams, and she had noticed the beginning of a ladder near the ankle of her left foot. ‘Naughty boy, I’ll have to punish you’ she mocked gently playing with him. To her surprise he responded by beginning to harden! ‘Now now you’ll just have to wait’ she retorted. ************** She checked that everything was perfect, and walked to the door to summon the guard. As she walked along the corridor to the Governors office, she knew that all eyes would be on her. She loved it. One month later she was back in the Governors office, a new referral to be ‘treated’ The warden sat in a chair consciously trying not to look at the patterned stocking top that was just visible under the skirt. ‘I really don’t know what it is that you do with them’ he stated inquisitively. ‘Paul has been a model prisoner since your treatment, I understand that he even wishes to visit you at home to complete your gardening and DIY. We weren’t sure of this at first, but if we threaten to withdraw the privilege, it seems he will do anything for us, most strange’ Carla smiled, and offered him he empty cup, even though the tray was only inches from her chair. He was out of the chair in seconds brushing his fingers against her hand as he took the cup from her. ‘Work to do I suppose’ he asked as she made her way to the door. I really don’t understand what you get from this Madam’ he spoke softly, ‘A woman like you, surrounded by all of these men, I’m sure you could find more enjoyable ways of spending your time’ She smiled back and turned to walk along the corridor. The room was well lit, darkened and ventilated. Ahead strapped firmly to the table, was Michael. His body looked taught and firm. Carla smiled and began her walk. Would You Like To Be Her? Ironically, it was my husband who noticed you first. As you climbed out of the pool in one of those frighteningly brief bikinis that the young of today wear and which put the fear of Christ up older women like me, he said. "God I thought that was Emma," referring to our niece. I looked up and saw this lithe, beautiful, impossibly slim, but femininely rounded young woman walking alongside the pool. "Yes she is similar isn't she?" "Very," he replied. As you walked slowly round the pool, his eyes did not leave you for a second making me think it was not just the likeness to our niece that attracted him! . But then, I have to admit, neither did my eyes leave you, although I glanced at Richard a couple of times. This was quite unlike him for, although there are numerous problems between us, him ogling young women is not usually one of them. But then, what he was ogling was something special and had the attention of most of the men and many of the women around the pool. You had a slight tan, that was set off perfectly by the pink material of the miniscule bikini. Your mid-blonde hair was soaking wet and clung to your pretty face moulding itself round your perfect features almost like a a scarf. You had long, slender, but shapely legs that, as my granny might have said. 'Went right up to your bum!' And what a bum that was! Pert, yet rounded it had that gorgeous, eye-watering shape of a peach, and a ripe one at that. As you strolled languidly to the sunlounger where you were sitting alone, the undulating swaying and wobbling of those two symmetrical cheeks, which were barely covered by your panties, was a fascinating sight. As alluring as that clearly was to the male guests of the hotel, the rest of your physiquebody was also making a strong impact on the many closet voyeurs following your every move. Wonderfully lithe, your body seemed to encapsulate the glorious slimness of youth with the round fullness a real woman. Your breasts, which again were barely covered by the cut away bra, jiggled and wobbled as if they had a mind of their own. The combination of these with the magic dance of the cheeks of your bottom and the overt display of female flesh was a heady cocktail of sensations for yourvery captive'audience.' I was taking a short break with my husband near to where Richard was doing some business. It was a typical holiday hotel that was built round a pool with the rooms looking down on that costing more than the others. Watching you messing with your hair, then lying down on your front and casually unclipping the bra, I could see why there was a surcharge! We spent the rest of the afternoon round the pool then went out to dinner. As we returned at around ten, you were standing in the lobby waiting for a cab. We smiled at each other and my husband nodded and said. "Hi." Almost shyly you replied. "Hello." I said. "Have a nice time," and that was it. Richard and I spent the next day by the pool. For some reason, I felt disappointed when we settled onto our loungers around ten and you were not there. I sunbathed and swam, read my Kindle and listened to my iPod. I felt very relaxed and had dozed off lying on my front when, as if from afar, I heard a female voice asking if some loungers were free and Richard saying. "Hi, yes absolutely." Before I had hardly opened my eyes and certainly before I had turned on to my front and sat up, I knew it was you. "It's very crowded today," you said to Richard as we all smiled at each other. "Yes I am told the hotel is full,." Richard said in his rather authoritarian, lawyerlike manner. You settled down and applied some oil to most of your body. "Yes it seems fuller than it was earlier in the week, but everything seems busier even the clubs." "Were you just off to them when we saw you last night?" I rather nosily asked. "Yes they go on to four hence, my late start today." We exchanged pleasantries during the day and then saw you in the dining room eating alone. You looked up as we passed your table and smiled. Richard said as we stopped and looked down at you. "Off to the clubs tonight?" Beaming a lovely smile at both of us, you replied. "No not tonight, one night like that a week is enough. "Well enjoy your evening," I said not wanting to interrupt your meal. You looked up and held my gaze with a slight, quizzical smile on your lips that, for some unfathomable reason I noted were beautifully glossed. "Yes I will try," you replied holding my gaze slightly longer than the norm as you added. "You two too." As we walked away towards the bar I could hardly believe that my heart was beating a little faster. 'What was it?' I wondered. Richard and I ordered our drinks and sat in a window overlooking the pool. We talked about the business he had to conduct the next day and he told me that he doubted that he would be home until late so that I would have to eat alone. "If the negotiations drag on and look as if they will go into the next day, I'll stay up there, but I will let you know." We chatted some more until suddenly I saw Richard's gaze going past me. "Hi, like to join us?" he asked as you came and stood beside us. You looked from Richard to me and back again as if looking for my agreement. I smiled. "Yes, thanks that would be nice." You sat in one of the low chairs the tight, short skirt of your yellow dress shooting up the lovely legs we had seen at the pool earlier. I saw Richard's gaze look at them, before turning and raising his hand to a waiter, who took no notice whatsoever. "It can be a little awkward by yourself in a hotel," you said as Richard gave up on the waiter and went to the bar to get your drink. "Yes I know," I replied again feeling a little odd as we looked at each other. "I am often like that when I travel with Richard when he is on business?" "So is he now?" you asked. I explained that he was and that I would be by myself tomorrow. "All day?" "Yes and the evening. He will eat at the meeting." "And maybe stay up there," Richard said rejoining us and handing you your drink. "I think that is becoming more likely since I spoke with my client earlier. "Well maybe we could have dinner together?" you suggested. I agreed. The three of us chatted very easily for an hour or so before you said that you were tired after last night's exertions. We said our goodnights and then Richard and I watched you walk out. As you did, your hips swayed and your bottom wiggled most seductively. As there was no VLP, it looked as if you were not wearing panties, but I suspected you had on a thong. "So you have someone to have dinner with," Richard said as we were undressing. "Yes that's nice. I assume you won't be back to join us?." "No and I think I will stay the night as I would need to get back on Thursday whatever the state of the negotiations," you he replied as I undid my bra and removed it. We got into bed. Both of us, as usual, were naked. "So it's good that we have met Sarah then isn't it?" "Yes, she's very nice." "Yes and lovely looking too," he replied as I turned onto my side, with my back to him reading my Kindle. "Yes she is," I said smiling as I said jokingly. "And Mister Moore I have seen you ogling her." "Me ogling? Never." "Oh yes you were. You were so blatantly staring at her legs in the bar and when she walked out your eyes were like organ stops on her arse." "Well you have to admit that she does have a great bum," he replied, adding. "Just like this one," as he stroked then squeezed mine. It felt nice Ten minutes or so later lying on my back, with my legs wide open and wrapped round him, I felt sure that in his mind he was fucking you, not me. I went down to the pool at around ten, immediately after Richard left. Although the weather was lovely, there was a chilly breeze and there were few sunbathers. The pool guy guided me to a lounger in a crevice in the rock wall at the back of the pool. It was an ideal wind breaker and also was quite private. "Want some company?" I heard as I lay with my eyes closed an hour or so later. I knew it was you and I felt a little tremor of I knew not what run through me. Opening my eyes and looking at you I saw that you were wearing a thin, purple and green, voile, pool dress with cork heeled wedges. As usual you looked lovely. "Yes that would be nice Sarah," I replied as one of the pool staff pulled a lounger alongside mine and laid two towels on it for you. As he did that you removed the thin dress to show that you wearing another miniscule bikini, this time a white one. It was warm, but not hot, probably around seventy two so, like me you did not bother with sun cream, but laid down on your back. We started chatting and were soon conversing about a range of topics as only two women can. You were clearly intelligent and knowledgeable and had a maturity about you that I find to be lacking in many of your age. I soon forgot the age difference. "It's warming up nicely," you said an hour or so later pulling a bottle of Clarins sun oil from your large bag. "Yes good idea," I agreed. We both applied the oil to our faces, chest, legs and arms. Smiling you said. "I'll do yours if you'll do mine Cat." I did not get what you mean at first, but realised that you were referring to putting oil on our backs. "OK sure," I replied as you lay on your front and reached round and undid your bra clasp. I sat on the edge of the lounger with my buttocks pressing against the top of your leg and hip. I poured some oil onto your back and smoothed it over your shoulders and shoulder blades. I could hardly believe the sensations that startedwere going through me as my hands glided across your smooth back. I found it impossible to admit to myself that they were tremors of excitement. for I could not avoid admitting to myself that I was feeling slightly excited. I needed to stop this and get away for such feelings were ridiculous. I was not into women and getting myself into a tisszz over one, particularly someone of your age was ridiculous. That said, I had recognised some time ago that I was becoming curious about women and their bisexual tendencies. "Your turn now Cat," you said standing up after you did the clasp up on your bra. Looking me straight in the eyes with that gaze you had used several times, we stared at each other for slightly longer than is the norm. You smiled and said. "Lie down Cat and............." adding after a short pause that seemed hugely meaningful for some reason. "Undo your bra." I couldn't understand my feelings, both physically and, maybe more importantly, emotionally. As I did as you told me and I felt my body tingling. A warmth was building in the pit of my stomach and I would not not have been surprised if my nipples were hardening; I knew that my breasts felt unusually heavy. Lying on my front as you started to apply the oil, my mind flashed from topic to topic very quickly. I was amazed at how authoritative you were; it was as if I wanted you to tell me what to do. You were taking control and unusually for me I welcomed that. You were smiling all the time and staring into my eyes as if you knew exactly what I was thinking. It was as if you knew that you were arousing me. And boy, as that statement went through my brain, my mind almost erupted. What the hell did I mean? How could I be getting sexually aroused by a woman, and one young enough to be my daughter at that. As my body luxuriated in, and my mind boggled about the sensations of your hands on my back, the 'curiosity' of sex between women that had been in my thinking recently, surfaced again. But as your hands glided over my back I could not think of anything other than how wrong it was and how I was in grave danger of making a fool of myself. You had shown no signs of being bi or lesbian and, indeed, you had, I felt, come onto Richard a little in the bar and certainly, when you walked away I thought you had emphasised the wiggle and sway of your bum and hips for him . Nevertheless, the 'oiling up' seemed to go on for ages, although in all probability it did not. Two or three times, however, you did things that did make me wonder. Your hands slid round my body several times almost touching the side of my breasts and then once you did graze your fingernails across it. It made me jump, but of course it could and probably was an accident. "Nearly done," you said putting more oil onto the small of my back about half-way down. As you rubbed that in gently and slowly, your hands inevitably edged further downwards towards the elastic my panties. On one downward sweep, your fingers slid inside the elastic and lingered there a moment or two. "Sorry Cat," you said, not sounding a bit sorry, but rather husky. I went to do up my bra, but you pushed my hand away. "No let me," you said fitting the clasp together. I sat up and pushed the bra cups into position, the outside of my upper leg pressing against yours. You held my gaze with another of those long, lingering looks and that enigmatic smile on your face. I was still feeling tingly and slightly aroused as I watched your gaze roam up and down my body. "You have a fantastic figure Cat, especially for a mother of two." "Thanks Sarah, you do too," I managed to gulp out feeling myself wilting under your gaze. Still sitting side by side with our hips touching and our heads turned to look at the other, you asked what was really a rather silly question, but one that was loaded with innuendo. "Did you enjoy that Cat?" On one level, it was a completely innocent question. But when it was related to having sun oil put on, a whole raft of other meanings emerged. To me the more significant of those was had I enjoyed you touching me. We looked at each other for a few moments. Then you tilted your head to one side, smiled and said. "Well Cat, did you?" I answered honestly, but nervously. "Yes Sarah I did, thank you." "No need to thank me Cat, I enjoyed doing it." "Really?" I muttered becoming as nervous as I was surprised. 'Surely,' I was thinking 'she will see my arousal.' "Yes really I did. I enjoy giving massages," you said leaving the topic hanging as you stood up. "I have been on an aromatherapy course." "Have you?" I mumbled, watching fascinated as you walked round the end of my lounger and laid down on yours. We chatted away for the remainder of the morning and then went to the poolside restaurant for lunch. We both had Caesar salads and, after a discussion about drinking at lunch time, we shared a bottle of dry, white wine. As we finished our meal and the wine we both e seemed to relaxed more and it was as if we had been friends for some time. You really were an easy woman to get on with and although I realised how attractive you were, I began to put all the silly feelings about bisexuality out of my mind. 'It was all my imagination,' I thought to myself. But that thought was suddenly violently explode. Leaning across the table, you rested your fingertips on the back of my hand and fixed me with that intent stare. "So Cat," you said softly and slowly. "Would you like me to give you a massage?" Although there was a goodly part of me that could not believe that this was happening, let alone imagine that you were 'pulling' me, the evidence was mounting. On the other hand, it just seemed so improbable that a young woman as feminine and as beautiful as you could be interested in women at just the same time as my curiousity was so high. My mind was in a whirl, both from the wine, but more so from you, as we looked at each other across the table. Your fingertips with your white painted nails were still resting on the back of my hand, but now they were pressing on it and moving in tiny circles. I looked around worried that someone might be looking at us. Fortunately, I couldn't see that anyone was, so I did not move my hand away; it actually felt nice. Also, it seemed to encourage you. "Well Cat, would you like me too?" I was surprised as I heard myself saying. "Yes ok Sarah, thanks." We went back to our loungers, collected our stuff and agreed that we would both have a shower and that I would come to your room in half an hour or so. As we parted in the reception, you put your hand on my upper arm and said quietly. "Might be best if you wore a bikini Cat as I use oil." ******************* Chapter 2 As I showered and got ready to, as I told myself several times, have you make love to me, I could hardly stop shaking or believe what was happening. Walking down the corridor forty-five minutes later after having dried my hair, it seemed beyond belief that that I was going to another woman's room probably to havefor sex. Although I was pretty sure that your invitation was not innocent and that I had not got the wrong idea, there was, inevitably a nagging doubt that I may have got the wrong end of the stick. As I tapped on your door I was not sure what I wanted, the wrong or right end of the stick! "I thought you had changed your mind," you said as you opened the door. You looked fantastic. You were bare footed and wearing just a black bikini. I gulped when I saw you and walked past you into your room. The curtains were drawn and the room was lit only from a light coming through the door to the bathroom, which was almost shut. There was some soothing, almost haunting classical music playing from an iPod. "No, no Sarah, not at all," I said feeling hellishly nervous at being alone with you in your bedroom. "That's good Cat, so shall we start with the massage?" you said, very suggestively I thought. "Er yes. Yes, Sarah, that'll be great." "Well lie on the towel on your front and we'll get going," you said nodding at the bed on which you had laid a large dark blue towel. Kneeling beside me, you started on my back by pouring warm oil between my shoulder blades. You massaged me fairly deeply all over my upper back and shoulders. It felt good. That finished, you repeated the exercise with each of my legs. I was beginning to think that maybe I had read the situation incorrectly and that this was just a straight massage, so similar was it to all the spa treatments I had experienced over the years. Then, though, the clues that it might well be more than that began to add up. "I think we ought to undo this," you said not waiting for my agreement as you unclipped the clasp on my bra. You massaged the rest of my back down to my waist and then I felt you pulling on the waistband of my panties. You eased it down a little. "We don't want to get oil on these do we Cat?" "No," I muttered my sexual anticipation temperature starting to soar. I felt you roll the panties down exposing my waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. You massaged my lower back and up the slope of my bum, your hands continually pressing against the waistband; so much for not wanting to get oil on it them, I thought. "Feel good Cat?" "Mmmmmm, very nice" I groaned back finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms. You returned to my legs. Without saying anything, you pulled them apart a little and began massaging them from my knees upwards. This time, though, it was softer and slower and was more of a caress than a deep massage. , or was that my vivid imagination? On each upward sweep your hands went nearer to my panties, nearer to the very top of my legs, yes nearer to my pussy. They went nearer, but not quite all the way. Lying there with my eyes closed, my teeth clenched and my legs open I had the most excrutiating sensations. Half of me wanted your hands to keep going, reach my panties, push them aside, expose my lips and go inside my pussy. But an equal part of me was scared. I was not bi or lesbian. I had no experience whatsoever of sex with my own gender and at the most I was simply curious. I was amazed, however, at just how far I had gone in such a short time in starting to satisfy that curiosity and was wondering how much further you might take me. Would You Like To Be Her? Although your hands did not go all the way up my legs and onto my panty covered crotch, they did go most of the way up and onto the cheeks of my bottom. Several times they slid slightly inside the leg holes of my panties. "Sorry Cat, I am getting some oil on your lovely bikini knickers," I heard you say, as if from afar Nothing else happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as you, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when Richard my ex had taken 'glamour' photos of me. I may even have slightly wiggled my bottom a little. "We really need to get to those delicious glutes, don't we Cat?" I recalled vaguely that was the name of the large muscles that create the cheeks of one's bottom, but I did not get the significance of your remark. "Yes," I whispered. Resting a hand right on my cheek you said rather huskily. "We have to get to those very nice and very sexy glutes and massage them don't we?" you went on quietly. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as your next words did for you said. "They are lovely panties Cat, but also, very unnecessary," as I felt you slip your hands into the waistband. You didn't wait for my comment or agreement. You didn't ask and you did not hesitate. Excitingly you simply assumed my agreement, you took over and took control and that made my pulses race and my heart pound, with desire, I suppose. "After all we are all girls together so lLift up a little for me," you said quietly as your fingers pulled on the waist-band. '"Fuck she's taking my knickers off,'" I thought as I did as you asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what you did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing, classical music playing as this young woman, kneeling beside me her bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that you must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy as well from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed. I smiled as horse and stable door came to mind! I knew then, that with that most erotic of gestures that this was definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn't. All pretence at anything other than this being sexual had gone. Your touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, you went nearer to my more intimate places and your body, mainly your knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine. I had expected that when 'the action' started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be on your agenda. But I wasn't. In fact it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being naked, having your fingers run over my bare bum and having your eyes gaze at me. I had found you removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, your light touches to be soothing yet arousing and your legs pressing against my hips and legs exciting. The combination of these made me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn't sure. But what I did know was that I would do something sexual with you. I felt you shuffle behind where my feet lay on the bed. You took hold of both of my ankles and without asking pulled them apart, so that my upper legs were wide open. You didn't say anything but simply did it. I also said nothing, but more importantly I did nothing, I just lie there and let you spread my legs into a position where my most sexual and feminine places were exposed to your gaze. I knew also that soon they would not just be exposed to your gaze. That sent yet another strong ripple of arousal through me. I have never thought of myself as being sexually submissive. With Richard and David, with whom I had my one and only affair, I had nearly always been a sexual equal, sometimes being the initiator and occasionally being dominant with them. Yet I was getting almost as much excitement from the way that you were controlling and directing events and yes, dominating me, as I was from what you were doing to me, although I realised, you had not yet done anything to me. However, that changed quickly. Still lying on my front, I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt your fingertips glide up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, a vibrator or all of them? I felt your knees against the soles of my feet, you were pressing there as you caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, you could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions. You lifted one foot. You caressed and massaged my ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. Lifting it further you pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. Then, you rubbed the bottom of my foot against you. I was not sure, though what part of your body that was, well not at first that is. Then I realised that my foot was being pressed against your tummy and that you were moving it upwards, further and further until it was pressed against a bulge. Then it hit me like a punch in the stomach, you were pressing my foot against your breast and that was bare. 'Fuck she has taken her bra off' crashed into my mind. I felt you shuffle between my opened legs, your knees pressing against my legs, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew that you must be staring at my open pussy. Your hands found my bum, squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel you leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation, one that I had never experienced before. I felt you blowing firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him. "Nice?" You asked, moving your face away. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned back. "Good," you went on rewarding me by replacing your breath with your finger and running that gently right along the length of the crease in my bum. "Are you anal, Cat?" you rather surprised me by asking. I wasn't sure quite what you meant so maybe rather naively I asked. "You mean anal sex?" "Yes, do you like anal play as part of your foreplay?" "Yes," I grunted feeling amazed that you were asking such questions in such a matter of fact manner. I was even more amazed when I realised that they didn't faze me. "And penetration?" you asked pressing your finger right on my hole. "Maybe," I sighed loving the pressure' But you stopped, moved your hands away and said quietly. "I think it's time for your front now. Turn over please Cat." Inevitably as I struggled to lift my body and turn so the cups of my unclipped bra fell away from my boobs. Unconsciously, I grabbed it and went to put it back in place on my breasts. You reached out and took hold of my bra. and said with a mischievous smile on your face. "We don't want to get oil on it do we Cat?" I looked up at you and saw that you had replaced or slid back into position your bra. You had that beguiling smile on your face as you gently tugged on my bra. It seemed such a natural thing to do so, with our gazes locked I let go. The cups seemed to glide almost as if in slow motion off my breasts and on to the bed. "You have lovely breasts," you whispered as, momentarily I thought you were going to touch them, but you did not. "Thank you Sarah, you do too," I replied as almost mesmerised I watched you slip your bra off and drop it on the floor. "Only fair Cat," you breathed adding. "Now lie back. You then gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseuse or a hairdresser. As the lovely, more erotic than sexual, if there is a difference, feelings flowed through me, my mind was consumed with wondering what would come next. I wondered just how far you would take me into, and it made me gasp when it registered, the world of lesbian sex! Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for you started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew you would have to be leaning forward from your kneeling position. I frequently felt the silky touch of your skin on my arm, brush across my face and once or twice slip across the side of my breasts. I felt other things touch my arms and I opened my eyes to see the tip of your nipple brushing against my shoulder, and the nipple was hard; god was that turn on? Your hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller as my breasts flare out from my chest. Your fingers were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when they moved down a few inches they would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts, up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples, where the feelings were totally sexual. You took your time. Nothing was rushed. You moved forward a little and waited to make sure I was comfortable before taking a further tiny step. I was grateful for that, but also incredibly aroused by it for I felt that you were leading me slowly towards an inevitable conclusion, but as yet I had no real idea what that would be. Your fingers strayed downwards in those little rotations until they reached where my full breasts reared up from my upper chest. They would venture, almost enquiringly, onto the softer flesh, press on that and then retreat back to the 'safer ground' above where the swells started. Each time they crossed that boundary and ventured into the 'forbidden territory' of my breast flesh, they went a little further. Each time they climbed further up the sensitive mound and went nearer to the coral pink centres of my nipples that inevitably were stunningly hard and aching. Although I kept my eyes closed most of the time, I opened them occasionally and our gazes locked. We smiled at each other and you licked your lips, a gesture that I found particularly suggestive. You continued with the charade of pretending to ask my permission and all the time going further onto each of my breasts. It was agony, it was ecstasy, it was teasing and amazingly arousing as slowly you primed me, got me ready and prepared me for my first venture into what I had become so curious about, lesbian sex. My eyes were tightly closed, my teeth were clenched and I was gripping the bed-clothes as my breasts got ready for your final assault. I wanted you to hurry, but you knew precisely what you were doing and continued at the languidly erotic pace until you knew that you had me, hook, line and sinker. Then and only then did you cup my breasts, capture my nipples between your fingers and squeeze the succulently, sensitive flesh of each mound. The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost animalistic, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against your hands. You really did have me now and it was fantastic "Oh yes," I moaned as you squeezed and rolled my tits around. You pinched my nipples with just the right amount of pressure and pulled them quite hard. You pushed the two, more than a handful sized orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, and you pushed your fingers into the crevice between them. I opened my eyes and looked at you staring at them and at me. "Oh Cat you have such lovely breasts, they are gorgeous," you whispered cupping and kneading the pliable flesh. "And such gorgeous nipples," you went on pinching them and thenm pulling each in turn so they stretched to their maximum length. I watched your eyes slowly run downwards and remembered that you had earlier removed my panties so that my entire body was exposed. I had momentarily forgotten they had gone so excited was I from you uncovering my thirty five inch double D's. It felt wonderful to see the lust and desire in your eyes as I flaunted my nudity at you. You had got it just right. Earlier and I may have been alarmed and embarrassed and later I would have become too frustrated. Smiling slightly I squirmed my body as if inviting your further attention, which of course I was although I still had no idea what that might be. I smiled as I thought to myself, 'a duck to water.' You were kneeling behind my head. "Mmmm, lovely, so lovely," you murmured, bending over me so that your thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight. Your hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, into my landing strip of pubic hair, across my mound and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I so willingly opened for you. Your fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips before unfolding the pink petals above them. Unlike men, you found my clit immediately, but then that is your job I smiled, revelling in the more extreme sensations now roaring through my body. I opened and closed my eyes and loved the way that each time I opened them I saw that you was staring deeply into them. Although neither of us spoke a word the emotional and sexual exchange was enormous, well at least for me it was. I felt so bold and adventurous, aroused and excited, inhibited, sexually liberated and so fucking turned on I was almost cumming. It felt amazing to have you at my sexual beck and call to give me the anonymous pleasure I so craved. Knowing that once we finished I would dress and maybe walk out of your life for ever if I chose made me feel so different to any sensation I had before when having sex. You were now squeezing, cupping and pinching my tits with one hand as you caressed, stroked and rubbed my stomach, mound, thighs and pussy with the other. I was gripping the mattress, gritting my teeth and opening and closing my eyes as my head rolled from side to side. I squirmed my body and arched my back illustrating to my extreme sexual arousal to you. You knew I was near and knew that you would have to do little to tip me over the edge, but being the expert I could now tell that you was you kept me right on the brink of my orgasm. Your fingers were now probing slightly inside me. They were enquiring and seeking an invitation. They were asking my permission. Though considerate and thoughtful it was totally unnecessary, for what they were enquiring about was exactly what I wanted. And that was three of your fingers to be shoved right my cunt. Looking you full in the eye I eased my head up a little, raised my knees and opened my legs. "Yes," I grunted gripping tightly on the sheet as I felt my lips opening as your fingers slid into me. But then I felt something else. Somehow you had manipulated your fingers so that one, probably your forefinger pressed against my bum hole. It was enquiring not forcing itself. You were repeating the question you had asked earlier, but now it was with a gesture and not with words. I could have said no, shook my head or wiggled myself away from it, but I didn't. I stayed exactly as I was; legs open, knees slightly, raised, with my eyes closed and your fingers in me with one pressing against my anus. As you pressed more firmly that eased into me and so I realised that you had carefully used my juices to lubricate me. The fingers up both my passages at the same time gently pumping really was the most amazing sensation and one I had not before experienced I closed my thighs round your hand as you started to pump in and out of me. You pressed your other hand against my face, your fingers running round my lips. I took hold of that and I sucked your fingers into my mouth. You had me now. I was completely gone. I was over the top and cumming continuously as wave after wave of wonderful feelings invaded every part of my body. I wanted him to give something back, to be a participant in this wonderful act and to give you pleasure, but I was far too far gone to be able to work out what to do. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, it seemed to last for ages. And you were with me every pulsating, throbbing, convulsing and stupendous moment of the way. You stroked me, caressed me, cuddled me and whispered lovely words into my ears. At last it ended, "Ok Cat?" You whispered running the backs of your fingernails across my cheek, down my face, onto my chest and over my breasts as the shuddering in my body slowly subsided. "Oh yes Sarah, yes, yes yes," I replied smiling and kissing your hand. "Would you do it again?" I was now regaining some form of normality and thinking more logically. I kissed the palm of your hand, looked you right in the eye and said. "Richard is not coming back tonight and I would be very lonely in bed by myself."