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Caught You!

By: Steelhand



I would tell you my neighbor's wife is a bitch but I hate to be that polite. His name is Larry, she's Sandy. I moved in about two months ago after my divorce. Decent enough neighborhood nothing special. I'm a 45 year old freelance Illustrator/Graphic designer and work at home. My studio and my neighbor's bedroom windows are less than five feet apart. It is early spring and the weather is so great there is no need for airconditioning yet. All the windows are open and what I hear at night coming from my neighbor's window is, to say the least, interesting.

He must be closing in on sixty and if she is a day over twenty five I'll eat my hat. I don't wear hats so that seems a safe bet to me. He's not bad looking, kind of distinguished really. She is a different story. Gorgeous face, blonde hair down to the middle of her back and what a back. Her body is what dreams are made of. The girl is hot and she acts like it.

I have only had opportunity to speak to her on a couple of occasions and she turned a cold shoulder that had icicles hanging from the roofs. I wasn't looking to fuck my neighbor's wife but a friendly hello, now would that have been too much to ask? Common courtesy? Is that too much to ask for? I just got divorced for heaven's sake. The last thing I want now is girl trouble. I don't even bother waving at her when I see her. Some people just aren't friendly and she's one of them.

The other night I was working late, I had a design problem I was trying to work out. I just couldn't get the creative juices flowing. I had just turned the lights out and was reclining on the love seat in my studio. I do some of my best thinking in a peaceful quiet dark atmosphere like this. My view was out my window into the darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed a dim light coming from my neighbor's open window. Two bodies lay on the bed. It was coming clear as my eyes adjusted that she was on top of him, her head bobbing up and down on him. Then I heard Larry say, "It's no use honey, I'm sorry its just no use." I thought I could just make out her saying, "damn it Larry, damn it." 

My thoughts drifted to that gorgeous, I assumed, naked blonde lying less than ten feet away from me who couldn't get her husband hard. No wonder she is such a bitch, married to a man that can't satisfy her. And she must have morals or she would be getting friendlier to me in hopes of getting some. Poor little bitch, all stripped naked and no where to go. 

It is about a week later, I'm busy at my computer and I hear the phone ring next door. I stop and pay close attention. I hear it ring often. Sometimes she will answer the phone, apparently near the bed and sometimes she won't. When I hear her voice I listen to see if anything interesting is said. Usually it is just chatty girl talk or I can't hear anything at all. Today I get an earful. 

"Hello?" I can just barely hear her. "Oh my gosh, Brad, where are you?" Her voice gets louder. 

As the conversation goes on I can tell an old flame is calling, getting back in touch after several years. They spend the next half hour catching up. She doesn't have much to say on the topic of her marriage. Then I heard her say, "No Brad I can't do that, I'm married." Brad is obviously trying to get back in touch in an intimate way. Over and over I hear her say "No, I can't." Then she shocks my pants off. "Well, where are you?" My ears perk up wanting to get every detail that I can. "Yes, I know where it is." The next words out of her mouth send my heart to racing. "Give me thirty minutes, ok?" I hear the phone hang up, I have to hurry. 

I don't know what this bitch is up to but I'm sure as hell going to try and find out. I grab my video camera, bag it up and head for the car. I put my stuff in the car and open the garage door and wait to hear her leave. About fifteen minutes later she backs out of her drive and heads down the street. I let her get to the end of the block then I follow. I stay about a block behind her, I don't know how to tail anyone but I really want to see what happens. She drives through our neighborhood and finally gets to a main intersection and pulls out onto the busy street. 

She turns right on red but on coming traffic cuts me off! By the time I make the turn she is out of sight. I dart in and out of traffic hoping to see her ahead. No such luck! How could I loose this gorgeous blonde driving, of all things, a 69 white mustang with red stripes down the hood, roof and trunk? I was about to give up and turn back when I saw her change lanes about half a block in front of me, how could I have not seen her! Whew! I am back in the hunt!

I stay as close as I think I can without getting spotted. Finally she makes another right at what I consider a strange place to turn. Has she seen me? Is she turning here to catch me following her? I don't know whether to follow or not. Did I mention that I don't know anything about tailing people? My mind says go straight, by cock says turn right. We turn right, my mind immediately starts cussing me out expecting to see her standing there leaning on her car door waiting for me. She isn't, my cock is right. I catch sight of her making a left turn several streets up. 

As I make the same turn it dawns on me where she is heading. One of the side roads ahead turns into a county road that leads out of town. She is taking the back roads out of town. About three miles from town this county road dead-ends at a state highway intersection. No where else she can go from here. I back off and decide I should give her more room and might stand a better chance of not getting caught. My heart is racing as if I'm a high school kid headed for my first date. 

As I approach the state highway I see that she is already on it about a quarter of a mile to my right. I make the turn felling I'm giving her plenty of room. There is no way she can see me, unless she is paranoid and watching behind her like a hawk. A beautiful married blonde heading to a secret rendezvous with an old lover, why would she be paranoid?!! I slow down and give her some more room. But as I crest a small hill in the road she is no where in sight. I saw her go up it. Where could she have gone? I speed up hoping to catch up to her. The hill leads into another one so maybe she has already made it over this one too and is just on the other side. I have a vision of running up her tailpipe. Damn it! I don't know what to do! I crest the next hill with my heart in my throat. The lay of the land smoothes out and there are no cars to be seen anywhere, let alone hers. Now my fear of running into her turns into fear of loosing her.

I turn around and look for someplace she could turn off. The only place is an old abandoned farm house. My mind wins this time on the question of pulling into the farm house drive. I pass it by. I stop a few yards past it and look for a place to pull off. Across the road back behind me is a break in the fence and a clump of trees. It looks like a house had been there at one time. There is a concrete slab and the trees had grown around it as if they had been planted there. I whip my car around and head back, what the hell am I doing? I pull my car behind a particularly large tree, park and get out. I take my video camera and start back to the abandoned farm house. 

I creep up the driveway hoping that no one can see me. I'm out in the wide open, how can they not see me if they are looking? I make my way to the house as quickly as I can. I sigh a sigh of relief when I get to it without incident. But I still don't see her car. I make my way around the side of the house and peek carefully into the backyard. Still no car. There is a dilapidated barn behind the house but they can't be in there it was about to fall over. Then I notice a path in the overgrowth. It looks like two cars have driven through recently. I follow it. 

There they are about fifty yards away! Her car and a strange vehicle I don't recognize. I shoot a few frames from this angle, her car stands out from miles away. The brush is just tall enough along the fence row that I think I can sneak down it without being seen if I scrunch down and move slowly. But if I move to slowly I might miss everything. I toss a coin in my mind, my cock calls "heads" and I hurry down the fence. I am sure you have figured out by now that my mind spends a lot of time pissed off at my cock. I call them "the Cautious and the Brave."

His car is snuggled into a grove of trees with just the tail-end sticking out. I hear laughter as I get closer. The brush around the front of the car gives tons of cover but it blocks the view too. I can crawl right up to the window as thick as this stuff is. He obviously doesn't care about his paint job. I'm close enough now to hear their conversation. It is mostly small talk and catching up stuff. I make my way to a large tree that stands in the brush but gives a perfect shot through the driver's window about twenty feet away. I bring my camera up and start shooting. 

Their conversation hits a lull. Sandy is looking out the windshield as if she is loving the view. Weeds? A good view there Sandy? He leans over and pulls her toward him. She resists but he insists and soon they are locked in a lover's embrace. I can't see their hands but she is starting to writhe in her seat so I assumed his hands are busy somewhere down there. I zoom in, I think she would prefer a close up at this juncture. I'm afraid the look on her face will melt the camera lens. He probably doesn't know exactly what kind of frustrated time bomb he is kissing on but he is about to find out.

Without warning she pounces on him, shoves him back against his door and starts working on him. I don't know exactly what she is working on…no, I do know exactly what she is working on I just wish I could get it on camera. Before long all I can see of her head is small bit of blonde hair but only on the up stroke and then it disappears from view. He leans his head out of the window and grips the outside edge of the roof with his hands. His moaning and groaning explains just what's happening. 

Sandy gets to her knees and pulls her shirt and bra together up and over her head. I almost drop the camera when these incredible round globes make their appearance. They work at their clothes until they are butt naked, I know this because the butts are in my view finder. She straddles him and starts hunching like a woman who hasn't been touched in awhile, and she hasn't been. Well, she is getting touched now. Brad pushes her back and places her on the seat looking into the backseat. He works his way behind her and doggie styles her for the next five to ten minutes. This guy is slamming her like a porn star. Sandy screams and Brad screams and these two get their rocks off.

They spend the next few minutes dressing and kissing. Sandy looks at her watch and slides to her door. From the conversation it sounds like Brad is just passing through town on his way home from a weeks vacation. She makes some comment about it being a little out of the way. He just laughs and says something about it being worth it. I wish I was a fly on the windshield about now. She gets out of his car and into her 'stang and hits the road. I leave when I think I it's safe. Sandy turns right back toward town and Brad turns left heading…who gives a fuck where this guy is heading. I'm sure he would love knowing I just made him a porn star, I mean after all the guy performed like one.

I'm going to spend the rest of this day viewing and reviewing my new video. I might even do some editing. I get to my car and take off. Sandy's garage door is closing just as I pull into my drive. Man is this bitch is in for a big surprise. My cock twitches at the word big. I wasn't talking about you but now that you bring the subject up, yeah you too. I get inside and plug my camera into my computer and fire up my new show. I watch it over and over. Rewinding the really hot shots and fast-forwarding through the slow ones. I love the way I hit this bitch's face with close-ups just as she is screaming and "cuming" unglued. I can't wait for her to see this. 

As I sit in my dark studio about the time Larry and Sandy are going to bed I swear I hear her say. "not tonight honey, I have a head ache." Naw, surely not. I drift off to sleep on the love seat thinking about this hot little bitch and what I have planned for her, her debut movie still running on my computer.

I must have slept like a rock because I don't wake up until I hear Larry's car pull out of the drive. I hop in the shower, my stomach is aching like crazy just thinking about what I'm going to do. I can't keep my cock soft. He is going crazy thinking about this hot bitch. I wash, shampoo my hair, shave and beat off. I get dressed but just barely, sweats pants, tshirt and flip flops. I grab the CD and video tape I made for Sandy and head out the door.

After several knocks she finally answers. Obviously she stayed in bed after Larry left for work, no doubt dreaming of yesterday. She looks at me with angry sleepy eyes. Her hair is so sexily messed up. "What do you want?" My stomach wrenches in knots. "Oh, I just thought you might want to see these, I made them for you, hope you enjoy." Her eyes fall to the CD and tape and then they climb back up to my eyes. She looks at me now as if she knew that I knew what she had been up to. Her head turns in a funny angle and her mouth opens halfway. She is speechless. "You do have a tape player or a CD player don't you?" She opens the screen door grabs the CD and tape and slams the door in my face, the rush of air blows my hair back. I look around to see if the neighbors are coming out to see what is happening.

I don't see Sandy for the next couple of days. I don't know if I will go through with anything or not. This blackmail stuff is new to me and if she wasn't such a bitch I probably would have never followed her the other day anyway. I have copies of the show made, packaged and addressed to send to Larry. Just a prop actually but I might send it if Sandy doesn't play her cards right. I'm standing here in the middle of the living room floor looking at Larry's package, watching the video on TV wondering what to do…when there comes a quiet tiny knock at the door. My heart leaps! It's probably someone selling something. I get to the door and slowly reach for the knob. My stomach is jumping like a Mexican jumping bean. I open the door…Sandy stands there staring at her feet, the video tape in her hand! 

"Well, hello Sandy, to what do I owe this visit." I played this in my mind a million times but now that it is happening my mind is shoved to the background and you know who takes over. My cock twitches a couple of times in anticipation of her next move, my balls are drawing up. Sandy looks up, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her free hand, her other hand clutching the tape to her breasts. You can see that if she put makeup on this morning that she has cried it off. This beauty doesn't need makeup. I open the door inviting her in. She looks around to see if any of the neighbors are watching. Reluctantly she steps inside. I close the door behind her. You could almost hear her blood run cold as I shut the door. She just stands there.

"So what do you think of my camera work?" She starts to cry out loud now. "How did you get this? Where did you…? She looks at the TV, the video playing. "Why did you…? You followed me didn't you, you bastard?" I shake my head yes. Through her sobs she asks. "What do you want, I don't have a lot of money. What do you want? And turn that damn thing off!" I walk to the couch, take a seat and turn the TV off. I was glad now that I had decided on an early morning shower instead of waiting as would be my usual routine. I wish I hadn't beat off though. As a matter of fact I had taken early showers for the past several days just in case this happened. I even turned the shower off a couple of times thinking I had heard the door bell. 

Now I sit on my couch with this little caught bitch standing in my living room one hand clutching her video the other hand covering her face. She is wearing a tshirt, shorts and sandals. "Strip Sandy!" Her crying just gets louder and wilder at this. "NOooooo! You son-of-a-bitch! NO WAY! No way!" She glares at me now through gritted teeth and fiery red wet eyes. It is hard to tell they are blue. She clutches both arms around her chest as if she is standing in front of me naked. She backs against the door. She starts to turn to leave. "Oh, Sandy, could you take this to Larry for me, or I can just mail it whatever fits your schedule?" She stops dead in her tracks. "The mailman will be by in, oh, thirty or forty minutes. I can wait and give it to him if it is an inconvenience for you." She looks over her shoulder at the package in my hand. I hold it so she can see the name and address in large black felt tip marker. Her right hand rises to cover her mouth, her eyes widened to twice their normal size, the tears begin again. She cries so hard her tears stream down her cheeks and fall to the floor. She leans her head back against the door and just says "no". 

She crumples to the floor and just sits there. I don't know what to do next but I am getting fired up for sure watching this little bitch squirm. "Sandy, come here honey." She just sits there, her head ducked shaking no. "Sandy, come here." I wave Larry's package. She slowly crawls to her knees but falls back down leaning toward me on her outstretched arms and begs. "Please! David please don't to do this to me!" Wow, she actually called me by name. "Sandy, get naked and come here." 

"NoooOOOOOOO!!!!!!! You son-of-a-bitch, NOOOOOOOoooooo! PLEASE, please, David no, no, please don't do this TO ME, pleaaaase!" She sounded like a little girl begging her daddy not to spank her. Spank her, hmmm I liked that thought, maybe later. She drops her head and her tears hit the wooden floor leaving dark spots where they land. She leans back against the wall looking like a drunken lush, rolling her head from side to side, begging with her eyes for me to end this torture right here and now. She looks so sexy with her gorgeous hair stuck to her face by her sweat and tears. She gently and as lady-like as possible wipes her nose on her shirt.

"Strip Sandy." My voice is calm but determined. She just shakes her tear soaked face, no. "Strip Sandy," Her arms drop to her side, the video still clutched in her right hand. "Sandy, strip." She moves up on to all fours now and gets to her feet. Her body is heaving with her sighs and cries. She turns to the wall and brings her hands around to her sides and slowly lifts her shirt. My heart beats faster and my cock starts to swell as her soft white delicate flesh comes to view. She stops when her shirt is just at the white of her bra. She hesitates for several seconds. "Sandy, I am waiting." She reaches up sliding the shirt up her arms and over her head. Her hair falls out of her shirt and down her back. She drops her shirt and the video tape, the tape lands with a cracking thud. 

"Take your bra off." Slowly her hands disappear and the straps of her bra slide down her shoulders. She slides it to her waist and pulls the back to the front. The cups lay down on the sway of her back touching her awesome firm ass. Her bra comes undone and falls to join the shirt and tape in the floor. Sandy pulls her arms to her sides trying to cover up all she can. 

"Now the shorts." The anticipation and excitement are growing in me like a fire getting started. The flames are jumping higher and higher with each passing minute. Sandy just stands there, her crying back to full volume, her head falls backwards. As her elbows part from her sides my eyes lock on her denim shorts. I hear the snap pop, slowly she lowers the zipper. That sound is undeniable. My cock is getting so hard I can barely stand it. But I wouldn't rush this for all the money in the world. 


Caught You



(Many thanks to CambriaRose for her editing this story for me. It sure reads better now she worked her magic on it.) 

*

There is just something about finishing early at work that sure puts a smile on your face, and if it wasn't for the fact I was driving I would also say a spring in my step as well. 

Then of course that tantalizing moment gets ripped from your thoughts and stomped on because you had the audacity to even think it. For the life of me I still couldn't think of why I was driving along this particular road. I hate this road, it's far too quiet and absolutely no cell phone signal at all yet here I am. Well, at least I'm not the poor shmuck that has just blown a tire right in front of me, slowing down was a wise thing to do, bits of tire went right across the road.

It also gave me time to watch the woman get out of the car, walk to her front puncture and give it one heck of an impressive kick. Now that was funny. My smile faltered when she doubled over the hood of her car seconds later. That's when I knew I was fucked. I couldn't leave her there like that, my folks didn't raise someone who could do something like that. I sighed before taking my foot completely off the gas and pulling over in front of her car. She hadn't moved, even when I got close enough to hear her crying. I wasn't stupid enough to touch her.

"Ma'am, I understand this is going to be a stupid question, but are you ok?"

She still cried and at one stage I contemplated getting back into my car and leaving her to it. Slowly she turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes were still so full of tears. She pulled herself up off the hood of the car, forgot herself for a second and placed weight on her foot and winced. She almost fell backwards before I stepped forward and placed my hand on the small of her back to prevent her from sitting on the road.

"I think I've broken my fucking foot kicking my car."

The temptation to say 'no shit' was quickly canceled out when I realized I was within slapping distance if I dared.

"Ma'am, I'm going to lift you onto the hood of the car to take the weight off of your foot, ok?"

The only answer I got was a shrug of her shoulders. Not much guidance there but by then I had decided that I had reached the end of my patience with this idiot of a woman. Placing my hands on her hips I lifted and turned her at the same time, her ass hit the hood rather unceremoniously but I didn't care. She drew in breath making a hissing sound as she did. My only response was to place my hand under her legs and lift them onto the hood as well, her back now rested against the windshield.

It took a moment for her to finally look at me. I waited, after all I have half a day off from work and here I am spending it with some woman with a short fuse and what I suspected to be a broken foot.

"The names Erin. So where do we go from here my knight in shining amour?" 

"Lady we can do this two ways, by committee or trust. One simply takes longer than the other but the results tend to be the same."

Erin looked longer at me this time, I simply stared back. It was the freckles across the top half of her nose and the top half of her cheeks that seemed to pull you towards her eyes. She had the most intense brown eyes I had ever seen. Finally she shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes against the sunshine.

"Well I've already tried stupid and all that got me is a busted foot, damn it let's try trust, committees have never been my strong point."

I had to give it to her, she sure had balls when she kept that temper under control. I opened the door to her car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, took her house keys off and locked the car stuffing the key up behind the back wheel and tying it to the spring for good measure. Erin watched saying nothing, even when I handed her the house keys. Once I walked back to my car and cleaned off the mess on the passenger seat, I came back for her, scooped her into my arms and she automatically wrapped her arms around my neck. Another time and place the combination of that perfume she had on and the body she had would have been a man's wet dream.

Making her as comfortable as I could we set off to the hospital. I waited until we were away from that damn road and got some good signal before I called a friend with a tow truck business that would pick the car up and sort out the tire for me. I even leaned on our friendship a little and got him to agree to store the car for a couple of days and no charge. Erin just sat in silence watching me and winced occasionally when my bad driving took us over a hole in the road, other than that she did nothing until the hospital came into view. 

Luck was with me when I actually found a wheelchair. It sure made life easier getting her into casualty, even sticking around while she filled in a ton of forms, and then we came one of life's 'oh shit' moment. I'm a guy, what would I need a bag for, so why would I have picked Erin's up from the passenger side foot well of her car when I locked it up and of course in that bag was all the insurance details she needed for the forms. Leaving Erin to fill out what she could I went to check on my friend's progress. He had already picked up the car, the bag was now in his office safe and the wheel changed along with a new tire for the one that blew. 

The only down side was that his yard was clear across town and Erin needed to be seen now if the color of her foot was anything to go by. Shrugging my shoulders and reminding myself that I stopped to help so suck it up, I rejoined her. By then of course a whole new list of complications was already let loose, one of the admin staff was sitting beside her. As I got closer I could hear her telling Erin about the lack of parent details and next of kin details. I stopped her there and asked for the form, placed my name and my company address as next of kin and handed her my credit card.

I should have been amazed at how cooperative she suddenly became, even more so when she came back from behind her counter after swiping my card through her machine. For a moment Erin simply sat and watched, waiting for the woman to go back to her station. 

"How do you know I'll pay you back?"

I smiled, even Erin caught me smiling. "Your car is a top model and it isn't a rental, so it's either yours or company owned, I know you will. It was my fault that I didn't pick up your bag up and your foot needs attention now, not when I make a round trip across town and back."

Erin was taken away twenty minutes later. Two hours after that a nurse brought her back with her foot in a cast and holding onto crutches as she pushed her up to me in a wheel chair. I thanked the nurse who smiled and left us both sitting staring at each other for a moment before I pulled her bag out from under my seat.

"I had my friend put your bag in a cab and send it over here. That damn bag of yours won't stop ringing. You sure are a busy lady."

No sooner had I finished talking than her cell once again started ringing. I left Erin to her phone call as she explained to the person on the other end where she was and why. When she finally finished she watched as I stood, pulled out one of my cards and handed it to her. Those brown eyes of hers still showed little of what was going on in her head. In another life I would sure like to play this woman at poker. 

"Is this were you dump me and go home to the wife?"

Feeling brave for some reason I leaned into her and kissed her cheek, fully expecting a slap to follow for my efforts and greatly relieved when it didn't. As I once again stood Erin gave me a look, partly shock that I had done what I did without even asking and part acceptance that she knew it was time for me to leave. She had her bag back, her lifeline in her hand once again started to ring and as she placed it to her ear, I simply walked away. 

The sun had all but lost its battle, dusk had snuck up and even with me shaking my head as I walked to my car thinking that this has been some half day off didn't dispel my thoughts that I had done my good deed for the year. Life took over as it tended to do and my thoughts of Erin and that whole afternoon soon became a distant memory. 

*******

For the next three months life became a series of business meetings and traveling to customers. So a very exhausted me walked off the concourse and into the arms of my secretary as she picked me up from the airport. The confused look simply had to give way to my next question.

"What are you doing here, the place hasn't burned down while I've been away has it?"

"I couldn't be that lucky. I got a cab over because I knew you had your car here, let's pick it up and you can drive me back to the office."

Melanie was everything you wouldn't want as your secretary. She gave the boss attitude when she felt he was being a dick 'her words I hasten to add.' But if you gave that woman a puzzle to figure out she would take that challenge and has always seemed to come up trumps. The whole of the logistical side of the office ran through her and I have never had her come to me with a problem she couldn't solve, except this one was giving her some difficulty and I now knew why she had met me at the airport.

"The last ten days I've been getting calls from some woman wanting to talk to you. At first she was ok with you being out of town and she didn't want to talk to anyone else. Yesterday she bounces into the office again asking to see you. I think at one point she was eyeing up your office door."

Although intrigued by her story I had to laugh, the thought of anyone getting past Melanie and into my office, now that I would sell tickets for. Even when I leave my door wide open and people can see me they still take it to Melanie, I put it down to her being territorial. 

"So this woman finally shrugs her shoulders and hands me an envelope and I was to tell you thanks."

As curious as I was I could only say. "For what?"

"Damned if I know, I got the impression she isn't the sharing type. She isn't one of your usual girlfriends, this one has taste. Anyway the envelope sits on your desk and I haven't heard from the woman since then."

Even when I asked her to describe this mystery woman it still took me a moment to figure out who she was talking about. The rest of the journey back to the office was done with me telling Melanie the story of how I met Erin. By the time we got back to the office a whole new set of problems were waiting, Melanie ran interference and between us we got everything sorted in time to leave for home, the envelope now at the bottom of a pile of files.

It took another two days before I found the envelope and opened it; a check for the hospital bill was inside along with the card I gave Erin. Even later that day I still debated what I was going to do. Melanie came in with two coffees and sat across from me, watched me for a while and then said, "Ok spill it, something is bugging you."

Even now I wasn't sure my thoughts were worth sharing. Still too scattered and perhaps wistful.

"You've met Erin, what do you think of her?"

Melanie nodded and then gave me that all knowing smile of hers, why was I so easy to read by this woman. But then again its also part of the reason I hired her, her assessment of people has never let her down. She sat sipping her coffee for a moment before answering. The smile that grew on her face just before she spoke told me I was in for some ride.

"You like her, don't you?"

Shrugging my shoulders seemed to be the only thing I could think to do. It wasn't enough for her and she sat waiting, occasionally sipping her coffee as I analyzed her question even more, perhaps more than I should have.

"Well the way she kicked that tire spoke volumes, she has one heck of a temper on her, yet she channeled that temper. Not once did it overflow into any conversation we had."

I had never thought about every aspect of that afternoon. Prioritizing everything into making sure she was taken care of, it was only as I let my thoughts wander did my cheeks get warm.

"I kissed her."

Her cup made it about half way off the table and stopped. Melanie simply watched me and waited that half smile on her face. "Lips?"

Quickly shaking my head I answered. "No, on the cheek. She didn't ask me to and I didn't get slapped for doing it."

Pondering this new piece of information for a moment, she sipped her coffee one final time and then got up off the chair and headed for the door. It must have been a good hour before she stuck her head back into my office.

"If you don't ever want to see her again then cash that check. If you do want to see her again then don't, but I warn you now she won't accept anything but full commitment from you and believe me, she is worth it."

Melanie watched as I picked up the check one final time, that flowing handwriting all too familiar to me since contemplating what to do with it so many times, and dropped it through the shredder. She never spoke as she watched me; I noticed the slight nod and smile before she left me to my thoughts, just went back to her desk when the shredder fell silent. For a moment I did contemplate what I had done and was she worth it, I couldn't have spent more than a few hours with her and said much more to her than I would if she was a friend at a bar for an evening.

Yet in those moments in life when things seem to pause and mentally you have a chance to catch up with what you have done. I did still catch myself re-visiting the vision of her getting out of that car and giving that wheel one heck of a kick. Or even holding her in my arms as I took her to my car and although at the time I chased the thought away before it grew into fruition, a feeling that I could get to like this woman holding onto me like she was and again I caught myself smiling when I did. *******

Life once again got on with itself, I still managed to sneak off early every blue moon and habit still caught me driving along that damn road once in awhile. It took another two months before things went sideways in my life and I still haven't managed to get a handle on it yet, but then again she is worth it. Jo-Anne and I were sat talking in our favorite restaurant when she looked over my shoulder and stopped talking. The shadow cast over me told me enough, the familiar voice above me nailed it.

"Don't trust him Dear, he never returns your calls and he still hasn't paid me one cent in alimony for our little girl."

Jo-Anne smiled and stared back towards me then laughed. Even after all this time that soft voice of hers played like a song in my head. I also went bright red which made Jo-Anne point at me and then she laughed even louder. The chair next to me got pulled away and Erin sat on it her hand extended towards Jo-Anne.

"Erin Ryan, his long suffering sexual plaything and mother of his beautiful baby girl."

That sent Jo-Anne off on another round of laughter as she shook Erin's hand.

"Jo-Anne, his long suffering sister and it seems aunt to a niece I never knew I had."

The handshake paused as Erin realized she had been caught out.

"Oh shit, I see that didn't work."

Jo-Anne once again laughed enjoying watching Erin squirm in her seat for a moment and then said. "I like your entrance, but I think your exit strategy may need a little work."

It was left to me to explain how we met, after that I didn't get a word in edge ways. The monthly dinner between brother and sister turned into my sister getting to know Erin and me grunting in the appropriate places when both of them stared at me long enough for me to realize they were actually talking to me. It was during desert that Erin got the invite to the cook out at Jo-Anne's place.

"I assume you can cook?" Asked my sister. As an after thought to the invite.

"Oh yes, Mom was adamant that we could all cook so we didn't starve at collage and didn't food poison any of our intendeds should any man, or in my brother's case woman, be brave enough to date us."

It was then that Jo-Anne grabbed her bag thanked me for lunch and hugged Erin when she got up to say farewell to her. Seconds later we watched through the restaurant window and she stepped into her waiting cab and was gone.

"I like your sister."

"You don't have to come to the cookout you know. I will make your apologies, she will understand."

Erin simply pulled her own bag onto her lap, rummaged around inside and with a satisfied grin pulled out a diary, flipped it to the relevant page and wrote 'cookout at Jo-Anne's' across the page, emphasizing her point once more by slamming her diary shut. I then shrugged my shoulders and reminded her that she didn't know where my sister lived.

A fatal mistake on my part really, she slapped me across the arm and reminded me that was my fault not hers and anyway she planned to drink at the cookout and I was now the designated driver. 

When I looked at her all she did was smile and said, "I suppose you're going to tell me you didn't get the memo now aren't you?"

That intrusion into my lunch with my sister led to us both taking the afternoon off work, well me more than Erin, she still answered that phone of hers when it rang but she did keep the conversations short. Even trying hard not to listen to her conversation I had already figured out she was some sort of music critic. Just goes to show the circles I travel in, I didn't know until later that week just who she was and the clout she had in the music business. 

Of course I couldn't resist taking us down that damn road where we first met as well. Erin watched and smiled she even turned to me and assured me she really isn't that violent towards cars anymore. I'm sure she could tell I was relieved. The day steadily eased itself into evening and me feeling brave asked her to dinner tomorrow evening. The change in her was noticeable and for just a moment my thoughts turned all negative, her smile came as a blessed relief.

"I feel I had better mention that my reputation with the male of the species is somewhat rocky at best. I personally put it down to my Irish decent, but then again maybe I'm just making excuses, I'm really not sure. Some would call me a man eater, does that reputation bother you?"

It was strange to see someone place so much negativity upon themselves and for just a moment I thought she was joking. Her stare was constant; Erin was waiting for my answer. Curiosity being what it is, the need to open this topic up was one mistake I made, and the second was truly thinking she was just joking with me. It took me some time to fully realize that she was telling me the truth in the hope that I could deal with it.

"Are you a man eater?"

The small laugh from her made me look away from the road for a second and watch her as she said. "Not literally, no. I have a control thing going on in my head, but I've sometimes taken that need to control things just a tad too far."

I continued to drive us back to her place. It was another mile or two before I had finished processing everything she had said. But it was only when we pulled up outside her apartment block and I had switched the engine off that I felt it was a good idea to let her know my feelings on the matter.

"Do you think it wise that we spend that much time together then? I'm not the controlled type and the aftermath of that encounter could be rather toxic."

Her stare became rather intense, she even nodded slightly as if confirming some thought she had just had.

"Oh I get the feeling your going to be good for me. You know if you take me out tomorrow evening I will automatically class that as a date and an intent on your part that you're in this for the long haul and not just curiosity." 

More confused than ever I just had to ask, why I will never know but I did. 

"Curious about what?"




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Erin leaned in and kissed my cheek, held my head with one of her hands and turned me to face her before she kissed me. I was hard long before our lips parted. She just looked down at my pants and spotted the bulge, before she kissed me once more and got out of the car. I wound the window down and she leaned in.

"I look forward to tomorrow evening and I will free up next weekend. I don't want you to think I'm easy which is why I made it next weekend."

My view from the car as she swayed into her apartment block kept me hard. The tingle she left on my lips made me feel like my dick was going to rip its own way out my pants. With a shake of my head I drove away with no more thoughts in my head than the need for a really cold shower.

*******

The show was a great success and I could see why tickets were so difficult to get hold of. Erin chose the restaurant, a small Italian family owned place with small alcoves that people could eat and talk in semi private surroundings. It was here that Erin told me more about herself. She was twenty eight, two years younger than me. Erin was one of three sisters and a brother. She was a straight A student all through college and with the help of family connections she got onto the paper she works for now. She was at pains to explain to me that family connections got her in the door, her own hard work got her what she called her dream job.

I admitted to her that Melanie had come into the office one day and dropped the paper onto the desk folded to her music comments page. Erin blushed and let me know in no uncertain terms that she hated the picture on that page. As the days slipped into weeks we both found ourselves knowing more about each other, the clock on my office wall started to seem like my jailer as it would slowly wind down the time before I once again met with Erin. Even Melanie picked up on what was going on and decided to push things along.

The clock had just crawled past three thirty when Melanie wandered into my office with two cups of coffee in her hands and sat in the chair across from me. The coffee was a rather large hint, but she didn't say anything until I had looked up from the figures I was working on and put my reading glasses down. That was when she pushed the coffee across the table at me and smiled.

"You're going to need this because were going to be having one of those talks." 

Toying with her was one of my favorite past times, so I said, "Is this the conversation a boss has with his employee telling her what a waste of space she is and go pick up her final pay check from personnel?" 

In this office sometimes timing is everything. Poor Melanie had just placed her coffee cup to her lips to drink from it and to collect her thoughts before she heard my words, spitting her coffee back into her cup and quickly having to wipe drops of coffee from her chin as well. Her laugh and often unwanted but sound advice reminded me why I liked her so much and trusted her with running this office. She couldn't help but retaliate of course, also reminding me that she had introduced me to some of her cousins who just happened to have names like Vinnie and Mario and would I like a couple of violin cases dumped on the table and the contents there in shown to me. 

"Look Boss, we both know you like her so what's the problem? You've done the dating thing so it's obvious even to me that the poor girl likes you too which I'm still finding hard to grasp but there it is. Damn it Daniel quit with the sashaying around, sit her down if you have to. I'm sure she's just feeling the same as you so tell her, do something before you both blow this, whatever this is."

*******

"Yes there..... Oh fuck Daniel I'm cumming."

Her back arched and Erin's body seemed to turn into a furnace as her orgasm stole her body from her and proceeded to try and rip my cock off me so that it could keep it exactly where it was. The muscles of Erin's pussy seemed to run up and down my cock like waves pulling every last drop of cum out of me. With one final thrust I pushed as much of me into her as I could, she in turn wrapped her legs around me, locking me into her soaked pussy. 

We had been going at it for close to an hour now and I was way beyond done but Erin was insatiable. My cock responded to her like a trained puppy to its master. Finally done I simply slumped forward onto Erin, feeling so light headed I didn't realize I had just placed my whole body weight on top of her. It was only when she moved her legs between mine to lessen the weight upon her that I realized. My hands went either side of her to lift me off of her when her arms went around my neck to stop me.

"Just a moment longer Daniel and then you can go."

Even with the fog of fucking this stunning woman for the last hour didn't stop those words not only sinking home but driving itself into my brain. There to rest and feed.

Erin started to once again move so I lifted myself from her and watched for a moment. She rose up with me, grabbed my head and kissed me, moaning in protest as my now empty and deflated cock slipped out of her. We showered and although she kept looking I had to remind her that I was only human and even I had to recharge. Erin shrugged and smiled as we washed each other down telling me that I couldn't blame a girl for hoping. Maybe I was caught up in the moment, after all this stunning lady had practically kept me hard for so long that evening, but the look of clear disappointment in her eyes as she finally shrugged her shoulders and we went back to washing each other wasn't missed. 

The next week was almost a Groundhog Day version of that first night. Erin even refused an evening at the theatre saying that we had plenty of catching up to do and dragging my body out her bed to go home was becoming harder and harder to do. Although Erin was real subtle about it, she refused to let me sleep over. She was incredibly believable of course and at first I put it down to wanting her personal space, and then the excuses came out one by one almost on a roster. 

She needed to get to work early in the morning, an appointment she couldn't miss and me being there would be tantamount to missing it because she wouldn't be able to pass up making love again. Even stomach cramps and approaching time of the month got added to the endless list of nothing more than excuses that once we were done and showered, it was time to leave. I had even talked to her about coming back to my place for the weekend, which was rebuffed straight away. 

Why didn't I pick up on it? Simple, love is blind and even the smartest of us go dumb real quick when you have someone like Erin in your life. Put a business competitor in front of me and I could tell he was lying because his lips were moving, the same could never be said about Erin. When she would look at me and reel off one of those excuses she did it with a smile that melted my heart and I fell for her line once again until the next morning when I woke in my own bed once again alone and pissed with her for doing it and myself for not picking up on it and not doing anything about it.

*******

The weeks became months and I had noticed that we seemed to be playing by Erin's rules and at the beginning, although I was ok with it, hell I was even making excuses for her. Now it started to get to me. Our days out were just something else, her and Jo-Anne became fast friends and at the cookouts she chipped in almost instantly when we got there. To my family she was a catch, it wasn't difficult to see some of my cousins had a sweet spot for her as well. Even when we went out on other dates we hugged kissed and did all the things that new couples did, if I ever looked at my arm I would always see Erin attached to it. 

We talked endlessly about our pasts, never stopped talking about the present and tentatively about our future. Funnily enough, it was Melanie that lit the fuse to our destruction, although it was never her fault, she was simply doing her job.

"Boss, Jason over in Houston just had a car accident, nothing life threatening but he's going to be in hospital and then convalescents for close to a month. Andy is still on vacation and won't be back for another ten days. The merchant deal still needs to be sorted and it looks like your going to be it."

She was right of course. Still being single and owning the company does mean that when these hiccups do happen it's me that gets to be the fireman and put out the blaze. I phoned Erin and let her know what was going on. She wasn't pleased but she had no choice in the matter, she herself was going to be out of town for two of those days anyway.

I had long ago finished ticking off my own to do list and even sitting looking out of the office window at the skyline beyond became predictable. I suppose when you have time on your hands your mind tends to wander. The merchant deal was signed without a hitch, the Houston office went from mild panic to the boss is in the office so all is well and Andy was grateful that he wasn't ordered home to cover and still had a marriage because he wasn't forced to choose between the two.

But that still left me looking out the window of the big office from time to time letting my mind wander over Erin and me. Knowing what you are going to do and actually doing it is the hardest part. Even when the plane landed my mind was still in turmoil over everything, finally deciding it is good to talk. I phoned Erin and set up a date for that evening.

*******

"You want me to change, to be something you want me to be?"

Her face was a mask, it was her eyes that gave her away. Pure hatred, she was so angry and I understood that.

"No Erin. I'm simply telling you I can't be what you want me to be. It's not in my nature."

Erin snorted, stood up and started to pace the room.

"You could have fooled me. You seem to have been ok with it these last two months."

There seemed little choice in the matter, I had to be totally honest with her and finally with myself. With a sigh I rose from my seat and headed for the door. Erin simply stood and watched me, her face still so hard to read, her eyes as defiant as ever.  

With my hand on the door I turned and said. "When you sat down next to me that first day at the restaurant and as the days turned into weeks, I fell in love with you. That will never change you will always have a place in my heart. But what you call sexual gratification simply isn't in me, I hoped for both our sakes that we would find a balance."

I had to stop to draw breath. Erin moved back to her seat and leaned against it, her eyes never leaving me.

Shrugging my shoulders I simply continued. "It seemed the only balance you wanted was what we have now. Have you ever noticed Erin Catherine Riley that the only time you show me any real tenderness is when you have your clothes on."

I watched for a moment as she seemed to run our past in her mind, slowly the realization of what I had just said dawned on her and on a couple of occasions her mouth opened to say something. To dispute what I had said perhaps, although I never found out because once again it would close. Finally her head dropped to look at the carpet, her shoulders slumped slightly in there own silent defeat of my observation. My hand gripped the door handle more firmly and the door opened. I let myself out.

*******

Work was my only real escape, the travel that came with it now a blessing. I still read about Erin in the gossip columns of the national's. It was two months later while I was in Houston holed up in my hotel room for the evening, buried in paperwork and to be honest showing no real interest in it that I turned the TV on. I watched some awards ceremony from my room as she came to the stage to receive an award looking as stunning as ever, even catching myself mildly clapping along with the audience for her acceptance speech. She admitted that she needed some time away and was taking a break for a month.

It was just as I turned the TV off that there was a knock at the door. It was Erin's smile that held me there, staring at her for so long that she had to ask if she could come in. Even stammering an apology didn't seem enough. It took me even longer to explain why I was staring at her.

Erin smiled, tilted her head ever so slightly before holding out her hand to touch my face before saying. "That show was recorded five days ago. It's taken me this long to track you down."

Even holding her hand to my cheek and feeling her warmth spread itself to my very core. I had to know.

"Why are you here Erin and how did you find me?"

The smile came first before she walked over to the bed and sat on it. I was still being cautious about all this so I picked the seat facing her. 

Erin's eyes shone and her smile grew even bigger than before saying, "Do I scare you that much? Has what I done to us become so broken that you can't even sit on a bed with me?"

That was a question I simply didn't know the answer to. All I knew was that I still loved her, when she touched me my heart melted and I knew I was toast. I had spent weeks burying myself in work trying to get over her and all it took was for her to touch me once again and all those feeling came flooding back, keeping my distance from her was my only defense at the moment, sitting on a bed with her would be suicide and I knew it. Just shrugging my shoulders and watching her was about the bravest thing I could think of doing.

For a moment her smile faltered and then came back. "That bitch of a secretary of yours."

Erin laughed, she seemed to be remembering something and then smiled again before telling me that she had spent half a day waiting for Melanie to come out of the office so she could find some way to accidently bump into her and talk about old times. She had caught up with her at the diner on the corner and even went into the whole act. It seems Melanie made sure she got fed first before asking Erin when she was going to ask about me and how long did she want her to hold out so it looked like she genuinely didn't know she was being set up to give up where you are. Now I laughed.

She quickly looked at me and said. "You didn't get off too lightly either. Melanie said that the only reason she was going to rat you out was because she was getting a backache from carrying both you and the company while you moped around being worse than useless."

I suppose that should have hurt. But that was my best friend looking out for me as she does so very well. 

"It still leaves me with my first question Erin, why are you here?"

Her look was so intense I could almost feel myself being once again drawn to her. Damn she was so beautiful. After a moment she patted the space next to her.

"I want you back in my life. What you said hurt me, but it was only in the cold light of day I realized that everything you said was right and I don't hurt anymore. But it still leaves us apart and I don't want that. Please help me fix us."

My heart hurt, Erin was close to tears as well. Even I started to mist up.

Finally sighing before I said, "I can't go back to what we had..."

Erin was vigorously shaking her head. "No you have to listen to me. I don't want us to do that, if you let me back in your life it will be as equals in everything."

I was skeptical and she could see that.

Her smile came back. "I mean it, Daniel. For too long now I have got my own way in everything I do and it was only after you left me that I noticed getting my own way didn't get me you. I need you back in my life. Please Daniel." 

My heart said yes, my head wanted something else. But every time I looked into those tear filled eyes so full of hope that I would agree to us trying again I knew she meant it all. Once again she patted the space on the bed next to her, a weak smile danced across her lips before they once again mouthed the word 'please'. A word that passed the distance between us and embedded itself into my soul, I was once again lost to this woman and I think she knew it. But that still left me with wanting to make her fully understand.

"Erin I left because you wanted to call the shots on everything in our relationship, yes I want you back in my life but not at any cost, we have to do this right this time. I found the courage to leave you once, don't think for a moment that if you resort to past form I won't leave you again and stay left."

She didn't even think about it, just nodded her head once and stood up. Her smile, growing ever more beautiful as she did, causing those freckles to almost dance across her cheeks. Her dress came off first becoming a puddle of cloth around her feet, her bra quickly followed as she kicked her shoes off.

"Erin stop."

Her hands were already halfway to her panties when she froze. She was afraid I had changed my mind. 

"Equals in everything Erin?"

She nodded her head, her hands had not moved. 

"Then why have you striped down to nothing and I'm still dressed, and why do you assume that we would be having sex?"

I was sunk the second I saw that grin of hers. She was up to mischief and planned to make me pay for giving her a panic attack. Her hands once again went to her panties and dropped them to the floor and then sat back on the bed.

"You see the trouble is Daniel, is this."

Erin had rested her leg on the bed, her shaven pussy totally exposed to me from where I was sitting, and the blood rushing to my cock letting me know she was going all out to get me back. She ran her hand up and down her pussy once and then rested her hand on her thigh.

"The day you left was the day I stopped having sex and you know how much I enjoy sex Daniel."

Her hand again rubbed her pussy, before once again resting on her thigh.

"I didn't need any distractions while I thought about us and what I had done to us. I knew I needed to fix us and the only man I wanted to make love to was you. So you see Daniel nobody or thing has got into this since you left me." 

Her other hand had pulled a pillow over to her side of the bed and she rested on it. Her pussy changing angle and her lips parting slightly, even more exposed to me.

"The trouble is Daniel I think it's been too long and it's healed over."

Once again her hand moved to her pussy, her other hand rested next to it and her fingers held her pussy lips, slowly pulling them apart, exposing her most inner self to me.

"See Daniel I can barely do this it's healed over so much and all thoughts of even doing this are long gone."

One hand held her pussy lips apart while her fingers started rubbing her clit. I just sat mesmerized, watching this display from Erin, I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. 

"You see Daniel. It's been that long since I've had sex that my little lady has retired, she doesn't even want to peak out from her own hiding place any more."

What she was saying was an out and out lie of course. Blood had totally engorged her clit, her fingers were soaked as she rubbed two of them along it. Even the few seconds I used to pry my eyes away from what she was doing, my eyes traveled up that body of hers, the totally clean shaven pussy now minus the small strip of hair that she swore would always be there. The flat stomach quickly moving in and out as Erin took small breaths to hold back from getting too excited.

Although the thick eraser size nipples on her C-cup breasts were telling me she was failing in her effort to do just that. Her body gave her away and the flush of her cheeks simply confirmed it. Erin's brown eyes just screamed sex. Her neck now joined in with that healthy flush, as did the top half of her chest, her nipples were solid. Oh yes, she had me hooked on what she was doing and she knew it. 

As Erin spoke and the huskiness of her voice finally betrayed her, it amused me she could still keep a straight face when she said. "I can't even taste myself anymore Daniel. Look it's all dry and unused down there."




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Caught You!



As the denim loosens from around her waist and slides down her thighs my heart skips a beat. As Sandy steps out of them she raises one foot up, takes off a sandal and steps out. Then raises the other foot and removes her sandal and steps out of the other leg. She is standing there facing the wall with nothing on but not too sexy white cotton panties. But even white cotton can't hide the fact that this bitch has one awesome ass. She didn't exactly dress to turn me on, as a matter of fact I would swear she dressed to turn me off. I mean, white cotton, come on at least give me some black silk if your not going to knock me over with a thong.

"Sandy, those are ugly panties dear, take them off." She grabbed her stomach with one hand and continued to cry into the other. She doesn't move. I'm not about to get off this couch, this bitch would bleed before I get through with her, figuratively speaking that is. "Sandy get over here and get this package for Larry or get over here and get those panties off, I don't care what you do but move your hot little sexy ass NOW!" I'm taking a chance. If she picks her clothes up and gets dressed and leaves I won't stop her. Down deep I'm as scared as she is.

She finally turns toward me and takes a step. She covers her boobs with her left arm and her white cotton clad pussy with her right hand. I don't know if the ugly panties comment got to her or what but she is hiding those things as much as she can. She moves awkwardly to stand between my spread knees. She just stands there waiting for my next instructions. I reach out and touch her hand planning on moving it off her panties. She jumps back a couple of steps glares down at me with angry piercing eyes. "Don't touch me you son-of-a-bitch! Don't you ever touch me, never!" The tears started flowing harder than ever. 

"Ok, Sandy, then move your hand." She pulls her knees together harder than ever, scrunches down as if she is dying inside, her head turns to the ceiling. Her hand slides up her belly clearing the view of her ugly panties. I can see the curly kinky hair of her cunt embossed in the white cotton. Well, not too ugly after all. Her hand bounces with her stomach as it rises and falls in unwanted spasms of displeasure. Her eyes are locked shut not wanting to see what happens next.

I reach out and place my hands on her hips. Again she steps back out of my reach. "Son-of-a-bitch! You son-of-a…!" She grits her teeth and steps back to my touch. I place my hands back on her hips and slide them down her sides taking the white cotton waistband in my fingers. "Oh no, no please. PleassSSSSEEE!" When her panties are half way down her bush she starts belly aching sobbing that almost makes me feel bad for her. What the hell am I saying?!!! Her hair is a dark blonde but it is for sure this honey is natural. I have wondered about that for awhile. Her hair is so perfect you almost bet that it is colored. Now I know different.

I study her awesome pussy as her panties begin to roll up in a twisted bunch between her touching thighs. As they pull loose from the entrapment of her closed pussy lips she rushes her hand to cover herself. I pull her panties down to her knees but my eyes are on her bush less than three inches from my mouth. As I get her panties to her ankles she lifts one foot and I pull them off. We repeat this for her other foot. She stands here totally naked, covering up as much as she can, her eyes shut but tears still stream down. I sniff her panties and toss them on her shorts. Man, this girl smells sweet.

I reach up to her elbows and pull her gently to her knees. "Take my pants off Sandy." She drops her head but the crying doesn't get any more intense, it's as if she is expecting it but didn't want it to come. I could swear she just copped a look at the bulge in my warm-ups. I take her hand that is covering her pussy and put it on the waistband of my nylon warm-up pants. She pulls on them sliding them down my hip. Then she moves to the other side and slides them off my other hip. She does this over and over inching my pants slowly down my body. She keeps her other hand pressed tightly against her tits, man I can't wait to see these honeys.

As she awkwardly pulls my pants down they hold my swollen cock lying between my thighs begging to get out. She looks at my tool when several inches of my shaft are in view. As the waistband slips past the head of my cock, it bounces to attention standing up to greet her. I know she is looking now. And after a few seconds she glances up into my eyes and quickly back down to the floor. She finishes pulling my pants off, my turn to step out this time. She holds my pants in her hand and looks for a place to toss them. She throws them on the couch beside me. 

"Put your hands on my knees Sandy." She didn't move, I thought she had given up and was going to take her medicine like a big girl. I was wrong. She pulls up on her knees being careful to keep her hips pressed against the couch so I can't see her pussy but her belly button and smooth flat stomach are a sight to behold. She puts her free hand on my left knee but keeps her other one wrapped around her breasts. Those huge girls are trying to spill out though, the firm tight skin is awesome. She must really be proud of those things. I take her wrist and pull it from her tits, she resists at first but finally lets go. I place her hand on my knee. Tears escape her eyes and race down her tortured face. Her gorgeous tits stare back at me and stand up perky and proud. Her nipples are soft small half spheres of sweet pink flesh. The areolas are half-dollar sized and just as pink. The pink of her nipples turns to sweet white flesh on her breasts. There are slight tan lines that indicate that these darlings are barely covered when she sunbathes. She obviously doesn't spend much time in the sun though, her skin is so white and milky. 

I stare at her tits. These are unbelievable. "Are those real Sandy or fake?" She is about cried out. She shakes her head no. "They are real, asshole." "Asshole?" I respond. "Suck it Sandy, just suck it!" She moves her forearms to lie across my legs just above my knees, her hands touching each other between my thighs, she rests her head on her arms. She seems totally beaten now. Ready to give in and take what's coming.

She creeps closer moving her head above my stiff waiting cock. She puts her thumbs and forefingers on each side of my cock barely touching me but my boy jumps at the sensation. Finally, this incredible hottie has her hands on me. I lie back expecting the next several minutes to be heaven. She doesn't let me down. She takes the head into her mouth. She rakes her teeth across my tender flesh. I jerk back, "keep your teeth out of this." I don't know if that was on purpose or not. She wraps her lips around the head and licks it until it is good and wet. The tears start flowing again. They drop from her eyes and land on my stomach. The warm tears only serve to make me harder. That and the fact that her mouth is sliding down my shaft and taking all but the last two inches in. That makes about six and a half in and two out. On the up stroke she licks the head and flicks the underneath side several times with her tongue and then its back to swallowing me down again. Her hot breath on my swollen dick is unbelievable. I could swear she is starting to get into this. The last two inches disappear as I pull her hair up to watch this wonderful sight. She continues to stroke me with her mouth stopping to lick my head every so often. I lay my head back and soak this in. Damn, I should be videoing this! Oh well, too late now. 

She wraps her fingers around my shaft with her left hand, sucking my cock like a thirsty calf on its mothers utter. She cups my balls in her right hand and begins to massage them. My head is reeling like I was drunk. As I feel my balls shrink further and begin to tingle like crazy I put my hand on her head and press her down hard on me. She knows what's coming. She gives a half-assed try to get off me but I hold her tightly and she dives back in. I begin to moan and writhe as I feel the cum rising up my shaft for the first blast. As it fires into her mouth I scream with pleasure. "OHHHHHH! OHHHH! DAMN, SANDY, SUCK ME, SUCK ME!" The volleys of cum splash hard against her throat. I shove as hard as I can against her mouth. The total length of my cock is buried deep in her throat, I feel my head rubbing against the back of it. My screams of pleasure subside as my cum is spent. 

She lets my shrinking cock slip from her mouth as she swallows. Soon it lies lifeless in my lap. I study her face as she slumps into the floor and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. I reach down and take her face with my left hand. With my right middle finger I wipe a drop of cum running down her chin. I place my finger to her pouty swollen tear stained lips. "One last drop here Sandy." She grabs my finger sucks it into her mouth, licks my finger clean, gives it a hard bite and throws my hand back at me. The hate in her eyes is grows with each insult I cast her way, each disgusting act I make her perform. I shake my finger, it hurts pretty good but nothing I won't get over.

She gets to her feet still facing me, not bothering to cover anything. She grabs her panties and starts to put them on. "Sandy, no, no. We're not through here." She lets her arms drop to her sides still clinging to her panties. Her shoulders drop, her head tilts to one side and she looks at me with begging eyes that start to tear up again. "David, what? You got what you want, please let me go." She closes her eyes hoping I will let her go. "Ok, Sandy you can go." She looks at me taking a deep breath with a reluctant thank you look in her eyes, her breasts rise as she inhales. I hand the package to her. "Please, give this to Larry for me." I smile. Her breath escapes her lungs quicker than she sucked it in. Her eyes drift off and gaze into space. "You son-of-a-bitch." She whispers it this time, but she is madder than ever. Hornier now maybe but still mad as hell. "Honey, you don't think I would let you suck me like that and not give your juicy little cunt a tongue bath do you?" The tears flow on. "MY…doesn't need a tongue bath!" 

She picks her clothes up and holds them close to her body covering up now. She gets the tape off the floor when she gets her clothes. She flings it against the wall. It falls to the floor smashing in pieces. I walk to the tape rack under the TV and pick up a tape. "Here Sandy take this one, I have plenty of them." She slaps it out of my hand. I don't even know what tape it is but it serves its purpose. Her temper is burning, her face turns as red as her eyes. She turns toward the door. I get my first good look at that awesome naked ass, oh man, in-fucking-credible ass. It juts out like two firm twin mounds of alabaster. She thinks about leaving for a split second, her hand is on the door knob. Then she turns and walks quickly toward the hallway. "Where the hell do you want me asshole." I follow her to the hall. I put my hands on her waist and guide her to the bedroom. She wrenches her body from my grasp and walks in the direction I point her. She walks to the bedroom as if she has been there a million times. 

She walks to the side of the bed and stands there her clothes clinched in her arms. I walk to her side and push her toward the bed. In her effort to get away from my touch she falls forward on the bed placing her knee out in front of her to stop her fall. She rolls and lies down on the far side of the bed, her clothes still clinched to her prone body. She lies there like a corpse, stiff and totally unsexy, staring at the ceiling with dead eyes. I climb onto the bed beside her, she slides as far to the edge as she can without falling off. I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her to the middle of the bed. She rolls in my arm and faces away from me tucking herself into the fetal position. Again that awesome ass greets my stare. I could sit here for hours just admiring those gorgeous twins. 

I slip my hand down and touch that wondrous ass. Sandy flips over still in the fetal position but facing me now. She brushes the hair from her eyes and looks up at me. If looks could kill they would be putting me six feet under tomorrow. I lie down beside her, she returns to her stiff position staring at the ceiling. I slide my hand under her arms and reach for her belly button. She presses her arms down hard trying to keep me from reaching it. Her eyes close tight and her mouth wrinkles up into a saddened frown. Soon her teeth are showing clinched through her grimaced mouth in anger, embarrassment, and fear. 

With her eyes still clamped tight she begs. "David please, isn't there anything else I can do? Surely there is something?" I take my hand from her belly, she seems to relax a hair until I pat her pussy. "Sorry Sandy, you only have one thing I want." She swipes at my hand as I pull it back. "Don't touch me, damn it, David don't!" 

I slide down to her knees and start to kiss them. "DON'T?" She jerks them away, but she doesn't have much of any place to go. I pull them back to my mouth. "Don't." I begin sucking on her knees holding them now so she can't easily pull away. "don't…" She sounds whipped. "I bet you would let Brad suck them wouldn't you?" Her sigh told me she was wishing she hadn't gone to meet him now. "Don't bring him into this, don't turn something beautiful and loving into something nasty and dirty." She snaps. I quip back at her. "Oh, Sandy, so sorry. And just when did adultery become a beautiful and loving thing?" She covers her face with her hands again, leaving her clothes unattended on her body. She knows what she did. She knows she cheated on Larry and how hurt he would be if he found out. 

I snatch her shorts and panties off her pussy before she can regain her grip on them. She reaches for them in my hand but I throw the shorts across the room and place the panties under my nose and inhale her sweet fragrance once more. Her hand quickly cups over her cunt but I got a nice look there for a second. Her grasp on her shirt covering her tits intensifies. Her bra is barely in her fist. I pull it out and toss it toward the shorts. "Ummmuh, David…" There come those tears again. I ask her. "How long can you shed tears? Aren't you dried out yet?" The flow from her eyes says no.

My mouth returns to her knees, I look up and see her hair protruding out from either side of her hand. Delicate little blonde curls sneaking out to say hello. My mouth works up her thighs. She tries to turn away but no matter how she turns my mouth finds totally exciting flesh to kiss. She finally gives up and lays flat of her back. The closer I get to her sweet smelling pussy the harder I kiss her and the louder she cries. She is jerking so hard with each cry that she can barely keep her hand between her legs. "Oh, Sandy, am I not doing this right? What do you want be to do?" I couldn't help teasing her. "Die asshole, that's all." My lips are grazing her hand now. I can feel the heat of her muffin rising up to my face. I kiss her fingers making them wet. I slip my tongue between them licking them. To my surprise her hand relaxes somewhat. The longer I kiss her hand the looser the hold becomes on her snatch. I swear she just slipped it back up her belly an inch or two. She did! And it was moving further away with each kiss now.

As if she realized what she was doing she rolled onto her stomach and clinched her arms to her sides. Ok, fine with me, that ass needs some attention anyway. "Lift the hair off your neck." My face is now next to hers but my eyes are on her butt. "Lift it off yourself if you want it off you heartless bastard." I felt like it was time that I start obeying this woman. I brush her hair aside and lightly kiss the back of her neck. Her body tenses stiff. I dig my teeth into her flesh and massage her. She tries not to but a little sigh escapes her lips. Her breathing is getting deeper. Her face is turned away from mine. I don't care my face won't be up here long. I start to kiss down her back. Her body shivers as I reach the small of her back. She tries to lay the back of her hands on her ass to cover it but there is way too much ass here for that. My tongue slides to the beginning of her crack and her hands ball up into fists and shoot back out tense and wide spread. Doesn't she know I can see her do this. She is really giving herself away. The babe is getting hot whether she wants to or not.

As my tongue continues down her ass, she moans in disgust. "Damn it! Get your tongue out of there, you nasty…!" She didn't finish her thought but she didn't need to I got the idea. I pull her cheeks apart and plant a wet wild kiss dead square on her puckered little pink asshole! She writhes and rolls her ass away from my mouth. I lower my face to look her pussy straight on and say, "ok with me." She looks at me with a strange look on her face as if to say "I can't believe you kissed me there!" I can't tell if she likes it deep down inside or not. Her hand returns to its place over her bush. And my mouth returns to kissing that delicate slender fingered hand. Before long she is once again letting her hand slip away. Soon I can see and kiss most of her gorgeous mound. I lick my tongue along the crease between her pussy and thigh, her legs spread slightly. I lick it again, they spread a little more. She is beginning to loose it. Her hand slides up to her belly button.

Quickly she jerks her hands to her face. I take the opportunity and pull her shirt off her breasts, I never take my tongue from her cunt. She half-heartedly reaches for her shirt but grabs a fist full of air. She covers her tits with her elbows but keeps her hands over her face. As my tongue slides down to the top of her slit where those juicy lips start I reach up and pull one breast out and begin massaging it. This is too much for her to take. She has been through a lot this morning. She's been put through hell since I gave her the tape. This baby is tired. She slowly gives up. 

As my tongue pries between her pussy lips her legs part. Soon there is room for me to slip my body between her thighs. They spread even more. I can smell her sweet fragrance stronger than ever now. I want to tell her what I'm feeling but I want to make sure she is too far gone to jump and run. My tongue probes the wetting flesh between her lips. Soon her juicy flower is in full bloom and I push my tongue into her velvet hole. She is doing all she can to keep quiet and I have to admit she is doing a good job. Most women would be moaning and hunching against the man's mouth by now. 

"How does your juicy little pussy feel now Sandy?" There is no way this girl is going anywhere now. I start my nasty talk. She just sighs and presses her thighs against my face letting me know that my language does not please her. I push her thighs back open, she doesn't put up much of a fight. My tongue is once again licking at her swelling meat. I swing my body so my waist is at her face and I pull her down in the bed so her pussy is in my face. I plant my mouth back between her legs and roll her over on top of me. As I continue to eat her pussy she pushes down on my face, I swear she did. As I lap her wet body licking every sip of juice I can get I look down my stomach. She won't touch me, I don't even thing she is looking at my still relatively limp dick. I stop eating long enough to coax her. "Sandy, we need to get busy down there don't we? Do you see a cock down there that can fuck you right or just a limp weenie?" Again Sandy starts her complaints. "Damn it, David. You said a tongue bath! Where in the hell does fu…screwing me come in?" I was massaging her pussy lips with my thumbs in the absence of my tongue, of course I need now it to talk. She can jump off me any time she likes but she doesn't. "Now Sandy, it would be so impolite to lick this little cunt and not fuck it." She sighs a sigh of surrender and picks up my limp boy and lowers her head down on it. She stops long enough to tell me, "quit using the fuck word and cunt. I hate those words you nasty…?" I stuck my tongue back into her pussy and moved my thumbs to her clit. She didn't finish what she was saying. I watched my now stiffening cock enter her mouth once again. With each stroke I get harder and the veins of my cock starting to grow larger and larger. I can't resist just one sudden stabbing kiss on her wide spread asshole. She stops dead still, my cock soaking in her wet mouth. With as sigh she slides down my dick and starts sucking again with renewed enthusiasm. Those little asshole kisses have to be hitting some untouched nerves in this girl.




Caught You!



Soon she's got me hard and ready to go. I hate to tell her but I won't be cuming for quite awhile this time around. Masturbation in the shower, one great blowjob, this bitch will be so totally fucked when I get through with her see won't be bugging Larry for awhile. I take one last look at this awesome sight, her firm ass squirming every time I lick her, her cunt so juicy and wet and ready for my cock. I look down toward her tits. They are bouncing and swaying as she works my tool over. She really gets lost in this stuff.

I roll Sandy onto her back, her thighs instinctively open and her knees draw up as I crawl between them. I would swear she was inviting me in if I didn't know better. I slide my thumb inside her wet hole and fan my fingers through her bush. I bend my thumb and touch a very hot spot on the roof of her burning tunnel. I bend it back and forth rubbing her for several seconds. Her back arches and her mouth falls wide open, she stops breathing from the effects of the pleasure. I slide my face up to hers. I lower my lips to hers and she actually kisses me back. As if she woke from a dream she turns her head away. As I slide my hand down to take my cock and guide it to her wet waiting hole she gives it one last try. She turns her eyes to look up at me. "David, please." Her voice is barely a whisper so sultry and soft. I wanted to play for a little longer. "Yes honey, what is it?" She closes her eyes in disgust. With her eyes still shut she continues. "David, please don't…screw me." "Beg me bitch." She looks at me startled. "I'm not a bit…," her words faded as they had so many times this morning. " Beg me I said." My face is in hers now. She didn't look up. "Please let me go now, haven't you had enough fun?" I said, "Almost. Beg."

"Please David, please." She reluctantly started. I butt in. "Say fuck." Her eyes are open now. "What?" I see her anger rising again. "I said, say fuck." It took her a few seconds but she finally said, "fuck." "Now Sandy, say cunt." She begins to sigh with each breath, "cunt." I can't resist. "Now Sandy, say fuck my cunt." Her eyes have no tears but I can tell she wants to cry. "Fuck…my…cunt." She chokes the words out. "Ok baby anything you say." The head of my cock slips easily between the lips of her creamy body. She puts a knuckle in her mouth and bites down on it. With each inch I push into her, her stare gets further and further away. As my cock buries up to the hilt her eyes close and her mouth opens her knuckle just rests on her bottom lip. I begin to hunch her slowly. Her breathing deepens. "Hmmm, aren't you the tight little pussy?" She ignores my talk now. "Your cunt smells great. I love eating it. But you know what?" She didn't respond. "You know what?" I asked again. I turned her face to mine. "What?" she finally sighs. "I like fucking it better than I like eating it." She starts to turn her head and close her eyes. I pull her face back to me and kiss her lips. She doesn't respond to this either. "Which do you like the best?" If she could muster some tears she would cry but her eyes are dry and look very tired. "Which one, fucking or eating?" "Fucking" she answers. Her tired eyes shut. "Oh, hey what do you know, some honesty from you at last." I love that answer, I know she is getting off no matter how stone-like she is acting.

I take her free hand and place it on her breast and begin massaging her with her own hand. I put her forefinger and thumb around her nipple and begin to squeeze her. I don't miss a stroke with my dick. I take my hand from her breast and just watch her. She lets her hand slip lifelessly off. I put it back. "Massage your nipple Sandy and don't stop until I tell you to." She relented and placed her finger and thumb back on herself. She may hate the fact but that little bud is starting to stand up like a good little soldier. It was at attention before I knew it. She takes her whole hand now and engulfs as much of that huge beautiful breast as she can and works it out good. I feel her ribs dig into my sides. This little horny bitch is fucking back. Her thighs ride up my hips and begin to writhe against me. 

"This is what you want isn't it?" she asked trying to take control. Her legs rode up and down me with each thrust of my hard tool. "Actually I want to spill my cum in your cunt, I just have to do this to get there." I wasn't letting her take over now. "How good does my cum taste?" She didn't want to go there, but I took her anyway. "How did my cum taste you cum sucking bitch?" She looked up at me obviously hurt now. She quit trying to take over. Her feet fell to the bed her knees still slightly bent. I kept fucking her. "How did it taste?" She is getting mad. "Terrible, damn it, it tastes like shit! You happy now?" I kiss her mouth deep, she pulls away. "Now I'm happy, how about you?"

"Damn it, David just stop. I hate your words. I hate your stupid dick. Just shut up." She is getting fed up with this. I start hunching her like a well oiled machine. In just a few minutes her demeanor starts to change. Her breathing is getting labored and deep, her eyes shut tight, her breasts are bouncing furiously. Every dozen strokes or so she stops breathing long enough to swallow and lick her lips and suck in a deep breath and it then it starts all over again. She looks so hot I can't believe how incredible this hot honey looks lying under me. My cock is throbbing like a cartoon heart beats, it feels like it is pounding three feet out every time it throbs. 

Sandy's fingers slide up onto both my shoulders. I feel her nails begin to dig in. Her bottom lip slides in between her teeth, she softly bites it. Her body begins to tense with each quick thrust of my cock. Her legs are so tense they are like boards. This girl is hot. Sweat beads up on her breasts. Her nipples are like hard bullets digging into my chest. Her pussy tightens on my cock and the sweet flesh inside her turns sticky and rough, the friction on my dick is so intense I almost cum on the spot. I can't, I have to hold back. Her lip flops from her mouth as it opens wide. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vice. "Noooo…oh no. OHHHhh! OH no, NO, no. OWWW! OWWWWWWWWW! GAaaa…!" her teeth clinch as the orgasm rushes out of her pussy and sends waves of sensation rushing through the rest of her body. She is quivering like a vibrator. "Unnn…unuh…owwww." She sucks in a deep breath and holds it as the quaking subsides. Her breathing begins to ease, she licks her lips hungrily. She draws her upper lip into her mouth and sucks the sweat off. Her breasts heave against my chest with every breath. My steady rhythm continues, I reach under her, wet my finger in her juice and begin fingering her ass wildly. In just a couple of minutes of this the waves of orgasm overcome her again and she is writhing harder than before. She pulls her lips between her teeth trying not to scream, she doesn't succeed. "Ohhhh, ohhhhHHHH, OHHHHHHHH!!!!! DAMN IT!!!! Damn it, damn you." Her back arches involuntarily, her belly melts against mine. 

My cock is still throbbing with every thrust, she may have just blasted her wad a couple of times but I still have a load coming. She opens her eyes to see mine staring down at her, she quickly looks aside. "Look at me." She ignores me. "Look at me Sandy." She looks up. "Do you like my cock now?" She looks away again. I put my arm around her head and turn her eyes to look at me. "Do you like my cock now?" She closes her eyes and I kiss her eyelids and they spring open. She looks up at me now. "Do…you…like…my cock now?" This time she is not looking away. "Yes. Yes I like it now?" Her eyes close and her answer shocks me so much that I let her keep them closed this time. I kiss her lips softly. She doesn't kiss back but she doesn't turn away either. I nibble on her mouth until she finally moves it against mine. She feels so good under me. 

"Sandy, massage my balls." She looks as though she's thinking through closed eyes about how she can do that with me on top of her and my balls connected to the cock stroking her. I lower my mouth to her ear and whisper. "Massage my balls." I kiss that sexy little ear too, washing it with my tongue. She slips her hands down to my belly. As she slides them inside I hump my back and suck in my stomach so she can get her hands between us. She follows the lead and slips them down and gets a nut in each hand. As she massages me I feel them shrink up further and begin that familiar tingle. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, now we're talking. Oh if you knew what that did to a man. OHhhh Sandy!" She keeps massaging them. "Feel good does it?" I can't believe she asked that. "Didn't I just moan that I loved it?" I love a little humor with my sex. She seemed to feel like joining in on some witty banter so I thought I would give it a try. She slipped back into her "I hate you" frame of mind. Oh well, it was worth a try. 

My hot breath on her skin seemed to tell her that the cum was rising in me. She begins to massage my balls like they were steel. If I wasn't fucking this little dream it would probably hurt like hell. She pulls her knees up again getting ready for my explosion. She doesn't have to wait long. As the cum rushes up my eight and half inches I go crazy on her body working my finger in her asshole and massaging it roughly. "OHHHH YES, SANDY! OH SANDY, SANDY! OH FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME, fuck me…" I hunch her until my cock is so limp it just slides out of her juicy wet creamy sticky drippy muffin. I lay there with my head buried in her neck, my soaked cock shriveled at her pussy lips. I take my finger from her ass. I know we are almost through here. I want to get all this girl I can get today. As I pull myself up on all fours, I grab her knees and push them as far up as I can. I try to touch her breasts with them. She lets out a squeal of surprise. I drop and splash my face in her pussy. Holding her legs tight I spread them wide open sucking her pussy into my wide open mouth. Her asshole is so inviting. I stick out my tongue in it and lick it wetly. The sweat there mingles with the saliva on my tongue. It is so sweet. In an instant I lick up to her clit and massage it one last time before I set this birdie free. "Good gosh!" she sighs through clinched teeth. "You are one nasty man." She writhes in the sensation of my tongue. "Yeah, and you love it." 

Sandy finally had had enough. "Not in the least little bit you asshole." I prop up on one elbow and watch her gather her clothes and get dressed. "Speaking of assholes yours is as sweet as honey." She just shook her head in disgust. When she was dressed she headed for the living room to get her shoes. I got up and followed her, my little dick just swinging in the breeze. She put her shoes on and headed for the door. She stopped short. She turned and looked at me. "Can I please go out the back door so no one will see me? Please, David do something decent for me today." 

"I think you have begged enough today. Go ahead. But just think if you had begged for my tongue and cock you would have gotten a lot more of what you begged for today." She drops her head and shakes it once again in disgust. "You just don't quit do you?" She turns toward the back door. I grab her arm and swing her back around to face me. "Will you come back tomorrow on your own, no blackmail?" She doesn't even think about it. "Not just no but HELL NO!" "So all I will ever get from you without blackmail I just got, right?" This time she thinks a second or two. "Yes, you won't see me again if I have my way about it. Now can I please leave?" "Yes, get the hell out." I gathered up the copies of her movie and rushed to the back door. "Here, take these with you." A sudden wave of guilt hit me, damn it. "What are these?" she asked. "Those are the copies of your video." "All of them?" she asked. "What about the one addressed to Larry?" I returned with it in a heart beat. She took it from me and shot out the door. I watched her as she went out my back gate. In a few seconds she was huffing up to her back door. I shut my door. Whew what a day!

I didn't see Sandy again for awhile. I think she is watching out her windows to make sure I'm not out before she goes anywhere. It has started to cool off at night and her window is usually shut now. I miss her, as funny as that sounds I miss her. Larry is a lucky man then again he isn't. She is all alone in that house, even when he is at home she is alone. I feel sorry for her in a way, but she has picked her life.

One day I'm taking the trash out to the alley. When I get almost to the back to the house I notice out of the corner of my eye someone standing in Sandy's yard at the fence. I look and behold there she is standing as if she is waiting on me. 

"Hello asshole." She says, no surprise there.

I look around as if I am looking for an asshole in my yard. I look back at her sensing she is up to something here. "You talking to me bitch? You talking to me?" My DeNiro isn't that good but at least I try. "Bitch? Who are you calling bitch asshole?" She isn't acting her usual bitchy self. "There are no assholes out here. Well, wait a minute. Turn around and bend over I think I remember an asshole you might talk to." She smiles and bites her lower lip and glares at me. "You couldn't handle it if I bent over in front of you asshole." I smile back and take a deep breath. She is actually in her back yard flirting with me across the back fence. If she knew how many times I fantasized about doing this with her… "You win, you're right, hell I didn't handle that sweet ass very well when I had you in my bed." Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth falls open. "You didn't? I seem to remember a couple of very violent orgasms that day or was that someone else?" I walk to the fence and lean on it, my fingers touching the soft skin of her arms. She doesn't pull away this time. "No, I do think that was you now that you mention it." 

I couldn't wait to see where this girl is going with this. "Could I offer you a cup of hot chocolate on this brisk cool day young lady?"

"Fuck me David. Fuck my cunt David. Make it hot and juicy like before. And, David, please, please, please, kiss my ass!" She said the magic words. I once again obeyed this sweet honey.

We made it a regular routine to see each other once or twice a week. She seemed much happier. We enjoyed each other immensely. At least until she divorced Larry and moved back to Chicago where she had grown up. We spent her last night in town together. She sent her belongings ahead and had her mother take care of them until she got there. We stayed at the Best Western on the loop. The most wonderful and most terrible night of my life. We kissed and snuggled and made love and held each other and made love and… I am going to miss that girl. We made love that next morning, got her ready to leave and went down to the restaurant for breakfast. We were standing in the parkinglot at her car saying goodbye. There were tears in her eyes again, but this time from a different source than blackmail. She looked at her watch, said we still had two hours on the room. We went back and used up our time, no need in wasting good motel room time now is there? 

The last thing she said to me was, "I'll never see you again will I?" The last time I saw her she was pulling her car onto the expressway. I sat on the hood of my car and cried for thirty minutes or more. People came and went and stared at me. I couldn't have cared less. 

I think about calling her or going to Chicago to see her. I wonder how she is these days? Who she is seeing? Who she is loving now? I watch her video at least once a week. Damn I'm glad I saved one!