0 comments/ 8952 views/ 0 favorites The Runner By: Kristi Seaton It was the first time he had run competitively in a very long time. It felt so much different from daily training where you could stop and rest or slow down whenever you felt like it. There was a definite feeling of pressure, even though this was supposed to be a fun run. He had already stumbled on the way down the trail to the crater floor, and now the heat was burning up through his sneakers, as he made his way across the caldera. He dreaded the climb back up the hill on the far side. Already his breathing was uneven and laboured, and he couldn’t seem to find his rhythm. He was watching where he put his feet as the terrain was so uneven and when he raised his head to see how much further he had to go, he noticed that he was following a pair of very attractive long female legs. His eyes moved up to a pair of silky royal blue shorts, which were topped off with a cropped white tee shirt. Her blonde hair was tied back in a bouncing pony tail. She seemed to be running effortlessly, her feet light and even on the warm lava rock. He tried to lengthen his stride to catch her up, but found himself gasping for air and a side pain developing. He decided that although it was embarrassing to be having trouble keeping up with a girl, actually it did have its advantages. He hadn’t seen her face yet, but the view from the rear was certainly more than promising. Her legs were muscular and tanned, and her buns were round and taut as they moved beneath the silky fabric. He noticed that his breathing had become less laboured while he was distracted, and his stride had become more rhythmic. Soon they were approaching the uphill climb that he had dreaded. Two men running together passed him, and his view of the long legs and blue shorts was limited to a glimpse every now and again. It was crucial that he watch every footfall as there were so many lose rocks on the narrow trail. When they reached the top he tried again to increase his pace to catch up to the swinging pony tail, but she was pulling ahead of him with long, relaxed strides. “Damn,” he thought, “if only I was 20 years younger, this would be no problem at all. It sucks being 40.” He laboured his way across the finish line and was greeted by his wife and son cheering him on and snapping pictures. There was a large crowd of finishers and supporters milling around, and he grabbed a cup of water and wondered around for a few minutes looking for the girl. There was no sign of her, so he headed down the road to cool out. After a while he started to walk, and stopped to stretch out his hamstrings for a while. As he was leaning against the railing doing some lunges, he suddenly saw her jogging towards him, and she flashed him a wide smile as she passed by. He turned immediately and started walking back to the finishing area. The place was mobbed with people now, runners and supporters mingling together discussing the race. He was waylaid several times by old friends and other runners, during each conversation his eyes roamed through the crowd searching for the blonde pony tail and blue shorts. There was no sign of her. He stayed with his family to watch the awards being presented, but still did not see the girl again. Later as he was taking his shower he closed his eyes and felt the pleasure of the hot water running over his sore shoulders. His mind became filled with fantasies: she was standing behind him in the shower. She was soaping his shoulders, her hands running down his sinewy back muscles, down over his outer thighs. Then she brought her hands up the inside of his knees, up his inner thighs, then around over his flat abdomen and up over his chest. “Oh, touch me there,” he thought, “touch me there”. He realized his penis was full and hard, throbbing with desire, he could imagine her slippery fingers encircling his organ, gently squeezing, caressing its delicate head. He could feel her erect nipples pressing against his back. He moaned involuntarily and was left with no choice but to relieve himself. “Wow!” he said to himself, “if this girl is such a turn on in a fantasy I wonder what she would be like in real life?” Who was she? Where had she come from? Perhaps she was here from another island to run the race, and he would never see her again. She was certainly the stuff that dreams were made of that was for sure. The next day he felt incredibly tired, and his wife suggested they drive across the island and spend the day on the beach. She even agreed to do the driving and he put his feet up in the back of the car and watched the tops of the trees and the telephone wires zipping by. His mind kept wondering back to the girl in the blue shorts. Each time it did, he felt a physical throb in his genitals and a bulge growing inside his shorts. It was a beautiful sunny day at the beach and the wide expanse of hard sand was very inviting. Although he didn’t feel up to running he wanted to stretch out and walk. His son was happily splashing in the shore break so he strolled off along the beach on his own. When he reached the far end of the beach he stopped to cool off in the water, letting the gentle waves slap against his ankles. Something caught his eye and he turned around sharply. There, running towards him, was the girl. There was no mistaking the pony tail bobbing and the loose rhythmic stride, which covered the wet sand in such a relaxed manner. This time she was wearing a very revealing, blue high cut bikini. Blue must be her favourite colour, he thought. He could see her breasts bouncing as she ran. He turned to face her, and she seemed to recognize him because she smiled brightly and slowed to a walk. Then even better she stopped and said “Didn’t I see you at the race yesterday?” He wished his mind would work quicker, he wanted to come up with some clever or witty thing to say to impress her, but all he could say was “Yes, I was behind you for a while.” Oh, God, how lame, he thought. “I must cool out now, do you want to join me?” She asked. Do I ever, he thought, and said “Sure, I’ve just been walking myself.” They walked briskly towards the end of the beach, and he asked her “Do you live here, or are you visiting.” “Well,” she answered, “I’m only here for a few days, then I’m going to Australia. I’m staying with some old family friends in Hilo, and they’re not into running or anything physical.” So he asked her, “Do you usually train every day?” “I love to run, but actually I would really like to have a running partner while I’m here. Would you by any chance have time to show me some good places to go?” His first thought was, “Shit, I probably wouldn’t be able to keep up with her!” But who cared, she had invited him to run with her and he couldn’t imagine anything more delightful. “Of course,” he responded “I know all the good spots, and I usually run in the evening after work. Would you like to meet up tomorrow and I can show you around a bit?” She said that would be perfect, and that her name was Robyn. They made arrangements to meet up at Lilioukalani Gardens since she was staying near Banyan Drive. When he headed back along the beach, the tiredness he had felt earlier had completely disappeared. The long expanse of hard wet sand was now tremendously appealing, and he couldn’t resist breaking into a slow relaxing jog as he made his way back to his family. The next day seemed interminably long and tedious. All he wanted to do was to get ready for his rendezvous with Robyn. He kept glancing at his watch, and sometimes it seemed as if it stopped altogether. Every time he thought about running side by side with her along some back roads his heart quickened, and his pulse raced. The familiar bulge in his pants started to expand again. Finally he made excuses to leave early explaining that he was going to run with an old college friend, Robin, who was here visiting for a few days. When he arrived at the meeting place she was already there sitting on the grass stretching. She greeted him warmly and they discussed how far they would like to run. It was decided they would keep it to a 5K and he planned out a route for them. Soon they were running together over the bridge and up towards the hills. Either she had slowed her pace for him or else he was so elated that his running had suddenly improved. He seemed to have no problem keeping in step with her, and they were even able to chat a little as they went. She told him that she and a girlfriend were going to meet up in Sydney. They had a bet together to see who could run in the most states in the country. They had thought it would be more fun if they split up and then shared their experiences afterwards. She also enjoyed photography and tried to take pictures of the places she had been running so that she could show them to her friend. Part of the bet was to keep records, so she had been very good about keeping a journal and describing all the places she had seen on the trip. He was fascinated by this, and as she related some of her running across America tales he was more and more entranced with her. When they arrived back at their original starting place they drank water and sat down to stretch out again. It was a warm, humid evening but not raining. He so wanted to touch her golden, suntanned skin. See her hair let down out of its pony tail, put his hands on her firm breasts and butt. She kept things very neutral though, and he didn’t see an opportunity to make any progress in this direction, until she asked him, “Do you by any chance have a 4-wheel drive vehicle?” “Well, yes I have a truck for my business.” He told her. “Why?” “Well, one of the things I just think would be so incredible to do, would be to drive up to the top of Mauna Kea and see the stars and run a little at 12,000 feet elevation.” “Whoa,” he said “Going from sea level to that much elevation can make you really light headed you know?” “Oh, I guess you’re right.” She replied, “I hadn’t considered that. It just seemed like such a novel experience – I might even get extra points in the bet for it! He thought for a moment, and then said, “How about if we ran at about 6,000 ft. and then drove up the mountain afterwards to look at the sky?” She immediately replied, “Well, that sounds like a good compromise, can we do it tomorrow?” “No problem!” he said, his mind racing ahead to star gazing with this delectable companion. He drove her back to the apartment she was staying in, and when he leant over to open the door for her, she kissed him on the cheek and said how much fun it had been having him as a running partner. He was elated. This running goddess thought he was fun! Wow. He smiled to himself all the way home, and as he took his shower that evening his fantasies grew even more outrageous. As he threw his head back beneath the steam and hot water he could feel her rubbing herself against his back. This time her hands reached for him and gently caressed his throbbing shaft, she cupped her hands under his balls and he let out a groan of ecstasy. She seemed more real now because he could even hear her voice whispering into his neck, saying “Sean, you’re so sexy, you’re in such great shape, you feel so good to touch.” He could hardly wait until their next running date tomorrow. Eventually the time did indeed arrive, and as he drove up the Saddle Road with Robyn beside him he was thinking, “Geez, life doesn’t get much better than this!” He parked his truck at the State Park and they set off on their run. She regaled him with stories of previous runs, comparing this elevation to running in Denver. Although it was usually harder to get enough oxygen into his lungs at 5,000 ft. this time he seemed to have no problems at all. They ran along together and it felt as if his feet were hardly touching the ground. As they ran back towards his truck Robyn reached for his hand and squeezed it, saying “Hey, we did it Sean, this was really a run to write home about.” His delight increased even more, and he couldn’t keep the grin from spreading across his face. After they had cooled down it was already quite dark, and they set off up the road to the summit. It was a slow drive but they chatted comfortably together as if they had known each for much longer than just a few days. When they reached the crest they jumped from the truck and found it to be extremely cold outside. They decided the best solution was to cuddle up under a blanket in the back of his pick up so that they could gaze up at the stars. Robyn was quite knowledgeable about various constellations and as the night grew darker the stars became brighter than ever. The Milky Way stretched across the sky like a brilliant ribbon of light and as they lay back looking up at the vast expanse of sky she laid her head on his shoulder and told him, “You know this is the most romantic evening I have spent in my life!” Before he knew it they were kissing deeply, and then beyond his wildest dreams she was running her hands inside his shirt and along the waist band of his shorts. He followed her cue and slipped his hands inside her running bra to feel the creamy skin beneath and the erect nipples waiting for his touch. They practically tore the clothes from each other in the heat of passion, and within minutes he was slipping inside her wet and slippery treasure box. It seemed to be the ultimate climax of his life, a beautiful girl, the stars, the heat they were creating beneath the blanket. It was almost unbelievable, he thought he might be dreaming, but when she said to him, “God, that was totally wild, Sean!” he had to believe this was real. They drove back down the hill to sea level, and as he glanced across at her he could see her smiling, and felt incredibly satisfied with himself. This was one night he would never, ever forget for the rest of his life. Finally they had reached her apartment, and not wanting the evening to end, he walked her to her door. She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him one last time. He sighed contentedly and didn’t want to ever let this vision leave. Then she said, “You know what, you just made me the richest girl in the world.” He wasn’t sure exactly what she could mean and looked at her questioningly. “Well,” she explained “I told you only half of the bet I had with my friend. It’s true that we bet money to see who could run in the most states, we also had another bet to see who could get laid in the most states in the most unusual places! I think the top of Mauna Kea definitely takes the prize, don’t you think?” The Runner Sam, a 34-year-old salesman, was stuck over the weekend at a hotel with no plans for Saturday until he met the young runner in the elevator. Sam pressed the button for the elevator and when the door opened he saw the most beautiful girl of about 18/19 years old standing there in runners gear. Sam noticed the teen was leaning against the wall of the elevator holding her right leg up and rubbing her calf. Sam said hello and asked the teen what was wrong. The teen, which Sam learned, was named Missy, told him she had just came back from running and that she pulled her calf muscle real bad. Missy was wearing a black sports bra with runner tights that covered her beautiful 5 ft 6 inch young body quite well. The sports bra just held in her size 34C tits and her dark brown hair was tucked into a baseball style cap. Sam could not believe how beautiful this girl was and he could not see any panty lines under her runner's tights. As they rode up the elevator, Missy explained to Sam that her parents were at the hotel all weekend for a business convention and she was stuck on her own. Sam advised Missy that he was a massage therapist and that he would be happy to work on her calf muscle if it was hurting her real bad. Missy gave Sam a strange look, that was saying you're a stranger, but as she started putting weight on her leg to get off the elevator she tripped into Sam's arms. Missy apologized to Sam then asked him if he really was a massage therapist and if the offer still applied? Sam told Missy that yes, the offer still applies and that nothing would happen to her during the massage except that her calf would no longer hurt. Because her parents could come back to their room at any time, Missy told Sam that she would have to meet him in his room so Sam gave Missy his room number and told her to meet him up there when she was ready. While he was waiting for Missy to come up to his room, he laid out some towels by the bed, then went to get his massage oil from his suitcase. Sam heard a knock on the door and answered it to find Missy wearing the same sports bra from earlier but she changed into very short running shorts and her long dark brown hair was exposed. Sam and Missy talked a little bit, Sam telling Missy about his massage experience and that he will be working on her right leg, calf, thigh and foot for this session. Missy told Sam that it sounded innocent enough, so Sam told Missy to remove her sneakers, then to lay face down on the bed. Sam placed the towel under her right leg and started at her foot. Sam lifted her leg to start work at her foot and could not see any panties under her running shorts, Sam knew that this massage was going to allow him to confirm that she was not wear anything under her shorts. Missy was just laying down on the pillow, relaxing and listening to the radio playing in the room. After Sam finished with Missy's foot, he decided to rub up and down her entire right leg, so he added some massage oil to his hands and proceeded with an up and down motion going from just under the bottom of her ass back down to her foot. Missy gave out a low moan, so Sam knew that she was started to relax. Sam then started rubbing Missy's calf area, where he felt her tight muscle. Sam asked Missy about the pressure and Missy advised him that all was going well. Sam's 7-inch cock was bursting with a major hard on and here he was with a beautiful 18-year-old alone in his room, massaging her leg. Sam would move along the back of Missy's leg occasionally going under her shorts to rub her butt. Sam confirmed that Missy had no panties on under her shorts. Sam knew that he had to take it slow with Missy and that he had all day to try and seduce her into having sex with him. Sam could tell from listening to Missy's breathing that she was drifting off into a light sleep so he decided to start massaging her left leg. Sam repeated the same massage he gave her right leg but this time he got braver and started to massage Missy's inside thigh, just stopping at the junction of her private area. As Sam's hands massaged her thigh, Missy did not move, so Sam went back to her right thigh and Missy's leg spread a little further apart. Missy was moaning a little and Sam could tell that she was enjoying the massage, so he started rubbing her thigh area higher into her shorts just stopping before her pussy. Sam went up and down a few more times on both legs rubbing her inner thigh areas and then started rubbing her butt over her shorts leading towards her back. Sam started rubbing her butt and her back. The sports bra was in the way, so Sam rolled it up a little telling Missy that it would be easier if he could remove the sport bra from her. Since Missy was laying face down and she was very horny, she told Sam that he could roll the sports bra off completely. Sam started massaging her back, shoulders, and neck. Missy was getting very relaxed and even hornier. Sam could smell that her juices were flowing. Sam started massaging her legs again leading back under her shorts brushing her pussy area and after doing this several times, he then asked Missy to roll over. Missy's eyes were closed and she was so horny that she didn't even care that her size 34C tits were exposed to Sam. Sam took notice right away that her nipples were hard and that she hardly had any tan lines around her tits. Sam started massaging the front of Missy's legs, and then went straight up to massaging her tits. Sam was rolling one nipple in one hand and the other nipple in his other hand. Missy was moaning and moving her body around responding to Sam's touch. Sam decided to go for it, so he slowly started massaging around her skimpy running shorts moving them down off her body as he massaged her body. Missy was totally nude and made no movement to cover up. Sam noticed that Missy was shaved and had no hair around her pussy. Sam moved his head down to Missy's pussy and started licking at her pussy. Sam started from the outside of her vulva, and then was licking her clit. Sam then brought his tongue into her pussy. Missy was bucking her hips and responding to Sam's tongue. Sam's tongue was moving up and down Missy's body from her pussy back up to her tits. Sam then inserted two fingers into Missy's pussy. All of a sudden Missy tightened her body and a loud moan erupted from her mouth. Sam knew that Missy had her first of many orgasms for this "massage session". Since, Sam was able to insert the two fingers into her pussy, he assumed that this 18-year old was not a virgin. As Sam continued to finger Missy's pussy, he started to undress himself not wanting to miss a beat; Sam undressed himself very clumsily until he also was nude. Missy's pussy was very wet, and since Sam was so horny he decided the time was right to enter her pussy. Sam started thrusting slowly at first then decided to move faster in this hairless young pussy. Sam was so horny that he started cumin and cumin into Missy. While he was cumin, Missy started on her 2nd or 3rd orgasm. After Sam was done, he cuddled next to Missy and relaxed from this most unexpected but pleasant experience. Missy got up on her elbow and looked up at Sam, thanking him for this wonderful massage. Sam told Missy that she was welcome. Missy then rolled unto Sam's body kissing him on the lips. Missy and Sam started talking about her sex life and the fact that she shaves her pussy. Missy's told Sam that she is on a swim team at college and keeps her pussy shaved. Missy further explained, that her boyfriend never went down on her like Sam did and all he ever did was just play with her tits then push into her pussy. Missy told Sam that other then playing with herself, this was the first time she had an orgasm from an older man. Sam felt bad that he seduced Missy, but Missy assured Sam that as soon as she saw him on the elevator that she decided she wanted to be seduced by him and that is why she agreed to get the massage and wore her running shorts without any panties. Missy started rubbing her body over Sam's, making sure that her pussy rolled over his penis several times. Sam started getting hard again and with Missy on top entered her pussy that was wet with their mixed juices. Missy rode Sam's 7-inch penis like a cowgirl in heat. Up and down Missy went riding Sam's penis until she finally came. After Missy came again, with Sam still hard, she asked him for a big favor. Sam asked her what she wanted and Missy asked if he ever fucked a women's asshole. Missy heard about it from girls at school that their boyfriends wanted to fuck their asshole but none of them did it with them. Missy was telling Sam that since he gave her the first of many orgasms today that she felt he should deflower her asshole. Sam told Missy that it would hurt a little at first but if she relaxed it would feel real good. Sam got the massage oil and started rubbing it into her asshole, placing his finger into her small opening. Sam then rubbed the oil around his penis, then had Missy get on all fours so he could proceed slowly into her asshole. Missy's sphincter muscle would not relax to allow Sam to enter, so Sam started to finger her pussy, massaging her clit. As Missy started to relax, her sphincter muscle started to also relax and Sam was able to enter the 18-year-old's virgin asshole. Sam went in and out of Missy's asshole several times when Missy yelled out to Sam to start thrusting as fast as he could. Sam picked up his pace on Missy's clit and started thrusting faster into Missy asshole. Missy and Sam started cumin together. Sam saw that his dried semen was on Missy's leg from when he fucked her young pussy and now his sperm was leaking from her now de-virginized asshole, so he suggested that they take a quick shower. After the shower, Sam dried off Missy's body very gently and lovingly. Sam thought that Missy's parents would be calling the hotel security looking for her so he told Missy to get dressed. Missy put her running shorts and sports bra back on while Sam put on a pair of shorts and tee shirt After they exchanged e-mail address's and phone numbers, Sam then walked Missy back to the elevator where they kissed each other good-bye. Will they get together again? The end I appreciate positive input. Thank you for reading my story, I hoped you enjoyed it! The Runner Carol laid her running outfit neatly on the bed; then emptied the race registration bag. There were the usual freebies, trial offers, and race registration forms. She picked up the safety pins and affixed the race number to her blue running shorts. She had the evening planned, after a long tub bath; she would get dressed, go to the pasta dinner, and then return to the room. Before going to sleep she would call Ken. ©©©© In the office building across from the hotel, Attorney Lou Blanton was busy reviewing case law. Working late on the weekends had become routine. But it wasn’t without reward. Near the window, Lou had a professional grade camera with telescopic lens mounted on a tripod. It was pointed in the direction of the nearby mountain range. Clients enjoyed looking through the lenses at the magnificent views. There were other views, however, that only Lou enjoyed. Late at night, alone with the lights off, he would rotate the camera and spy on the hotel. It never ceased to amaze him how many guests left their curtains wide open. Of course from their vantage point, his building looked empty. He certainly wasn’t complaining. He knew this weekend would be special with all the runners in town. ©©©© After showering, Carol stood in front of the mirror, straightening her dress. It was made of a stretchy polyester/spandex mix that emphasized her 5’8”, 130-pound frame. She straightened the spaghetti straps on her shoulders, and then ran her hands down the front flattening her stomach. Finally satisfied, she picked up the bottle of perfume from her suitcase and sprayed her wrist and neck. She walked to the window and looked out into the darkness. The full moon cast an eerie glow on the snow capped mountains. ©©©© “Damn!” Lou moaned as he peered through the camera now focused on the middle aged woman on the 12th floor. Click. Click. “Don’t close those curtains, baby.” The woman fingered her blonde hair back behind her left ear. The chin-length haircut was eye-catching. Click. Nice rock on the finger, too. A married woman all alone for the weekend, where’s your husband he wondered. Click. Lou guessed her age to be late 30s. As she turned and walked back into the room he watched her hips flex beneath her tight dress. He was already hard thinking about what it would be like to wrap his hands around that tight little piece of ass. Click. She had a runner’s body alright; long and thin with tiny breasts. Not the type of woman to get top billing at the local strip bar. Lou reached down and squeezed his cock. ©©©© Carol rode the elevator down to the lobby and followed the signs passed the bar to the Pre Race Social/Dinner. The cash bar was crowded with runners of all ages and sizes. Already a line had formed for the buffet dinner. She smiled as two full figured women filled their plates with pasta. “Carol Jones?” Carol turned and there stood Colonel Billy Myers. “Hello, Colonel Myers.” “Let’s not be so formal Mrs. Jones. Please call me Billy.” “Okay…hello Billy.” They hugged. She hadn’t seen him in over five years. Ken had served as his brigade supply officer in the military. When Colonel Myers retired, he moved away and her only contact with him was an occasional phone call and Christmas card. She knew that her husband stayed in contact and exchanged emails with him on a regular basis. "Carol, you look great." “Thank you Billy.” He didn't miss the opportunity to glance down the top of her dress. She wasn’t very big there, but what the heck; anything over a mouthful was a waste anyway. He pulled her back into his arms and whispered, “Your hair is beautiful.” Carol felt her cheek grow hot as his eyes roamed up and down her body. Colonel Myers was slightly taller than Ken; she guessed a little over 6 foot. He was just as she remembered an immaculate dresser and physically fit. "Ken is one hell of a lucky man." Billy turned his head looking around the room. “Where is that rascal anyway?” "Oh he had to cancel at the last minute. He got some project from General Storm.” “Another ‘gobi’ I bet.” “What?” “It means another general officer bright idea.” Carol laughed quietly. “It’s just making retirement look more and more attractive.” “In my last email, I told him to be sure to send me his resume.” “I know he appreciates your good advice.” “Listen, he won’t have any trouble finding a job. He’s one of the best officers I’ve served with and besides he has the best looking wife, too.” “Thank you, Colonel Myers…I mean Billy.” Carol blushed. “By the way, was Ken registered to run in this race?” “Yes.” “I came here with a couple of my colleagues and we could sure use another number. Would you be interested in selling Ken’s number?” “You can have it, Billy.” “Great! Are you staying in the hotel?” “All the way up on the 12th floor.” “If you don’t mind, maybe we could sit together during dinner and then afterwards I’ll escort you to your room and pick up the number.” “Okay.” Carol replied. Carol followed Billy to the serving line. Her stomach fluttered at the prospect of Colonel Myers escorting her back to the room. She hated to admit it but he still had that certain charisma that left her feeling unsettled. She reassured herself, however, that it was nothing more than an innocent infatuation. Carol and Billy had a delightful dinner. After the obligatory speeches by the race coordinators, they settled into a discussion that literally made them oblivious to what everyone else was doing or saying. She sat facing him, smiling and nodding her head frequently. They laughed and talked and with each passing moment reaffirmed why they were still such good friends. They talked about work, politics, friends, Carol’s running program, and even Billy’s ex-wife. She genuinely felt comfortable with Billy. ©©©© When Carol excused herself to go to the ladies room, Billy stared at her nice ass as she walked away. “That’s one fine lady.” Billy turned and looked up at his two smiling colleagues. “Yes she is.” “I thought you liked them with a little more meat on their butt.” “I’d gladly make an exception with this lady.” “You’ll have to be careful and not hit bone.” The three men laughed. “Who is she?” “That’s my former S4’s wife. I’d give my left nut to get her horizontal.” “So, we shouldn’t wait up for you tonight?” “With a bit of luck, I’ll be up with that fine piece of ass tonight.” “If you need any help just give us a call.” “Yeah, right.” The two men drifted back into the bar. ©©©© Carol finished washing her hands. She began to think about the events of the evening. Things weren’t going exactly as she had planned. Admittedly it was great to see Colonel Myers. She enjoyed visiting with him and he made her laugh. But now, all she wanted to do was get back to her room and go to bed; but not with Colonel Myers. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. A warm feeling slowly engulfed her. She closed her eyes and gripped the sink counter. What would Ken say if he knew that you were visiting with his former commander? He wouldn’t mind at all. His old boss was just keeping her company; nothing wrong with that. What would he say if he knew Colonel Myers was going to his wife back up to the room; where they would be all alone? He’s just going up there to pick up the race packet. He’ll be in the room five minutes max. She sprayed her wrists and the front of her dress with perfume. Her hands were shaking as she placed the perfume back into her purse. ©©©© Billy finished his drink and stood up as Carol approached. “All freshened up I see.” Carol smiled nervously. “I love the smell of that perfume.” “It’s Red.” “It’s very nice.” “Thank you.” “Are you ready to go to the room,” he said then quickly added, “and get Ken’s race number?” “Okay.” As they approached the elevator Billy dropped back just a little bit to watch Carol. He’d never seen her in anything shorter than knee length. Now, he couldn’t help but watch the hem of her dress rise and fall as she walked up the steps to the landing near the elevator. He focused on the faint outline of a zipper that went down to her hips. He began to plot how easy it would be to unzip the dress. Already his cock was beginning to rouse. ©©©© Carol and Billy squeezed into the crowded elevator. They stood together looking out into the atrium. The hotel was beautifully decorated with tropical plants and trees. The elevator stopped on the third floor and several more people on. Billy changed positions so that Carol was sandwiched between him and the elevator glass. He rested his hands on her waist staring over her shoulder out into the atrium. His hot breath on her neck sent a cold shiver down her side. When the elevator stopped again, most of the people got off, but Billy didn’t budge an inch. When they reached the 12th floor the elevator was empty but they were still standing together. “I think this is where we get off.” Carol giggled as she pushed Billy back. As they walked slowly to her room, Carol fumbled for the room card. When she inserted it in the slot the door wouldn’t open. Carol laughed nervously. “I bet you’re used to Ken opening the door for you.” “I always get this wrong.” “Here let me help you.” Billy slipped it in the slot. The light flashed and Billy pushed the door open. The hotel room was just like his. A king sized bed which immediately caused him to have a quick vision of her spread eagle and him on top “hitting bone.” He chuckled as he stepped into the room. Next to the bed was a night table, a dresser, an armoire for the entertainment center and two easy chairs clustered around a low round coffee table near the window. As he approached the window, his first instinct was to close the curtains; instead he gazed out at the mountain range. “Even in the dark those mountains are glistening.” “It’s a magnificent view.” Carol stood by Billy. “They’re beautiful at night.” Billy turned to touch Carol but she moved away to pick up the registration bag. She handed Billy the bag. “Thank you, Carol.” “You’re welcome and I don’t want your money, either.” “Okay.” They stood awkwardly looking at each other. ©©©© “You’re back sweet lady.” Lou said as he refocused the telescope lens on her room. “Looks like you have a guest, too.” Click. “I don’t think that’s your husband either.” Click. Click. “I would have never picked him as your type either. I guess every woman has a dark fantasy.” Click. Click. ©©©© “Carol I want you to know that I really enjoyed your company tonight.” “I had a great time, too.” Billy walked politely to the door. Carol followed. When he stopped she gazed up into his sparkling eyes. His shaved head shined in the doorway light. Her heart began to flutter again. She took a deep breath. He was so handsome and masculine; yet gentle and kind. But would he be so gentle in bed? Stop it right now. You’re an officer’s wife; don’t take listen to those indecent thoughts. You better stop right now and say goodnight. She turned her back on Billy and took a deep laboring breath. Billy had learned a long time ago that the best way to get into a woman’s panties is to talk and talk some more. Well, he’d talked and talked and now it was time for action. When she turned to face him, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “I better go, it’s getting late.” She looked up at him wide eyed then rested her head on his chest. She was taking in the soft feeling of his satin shirt and the warmth that radiated from his body. Colonel Myers, meanwhile, savored the seductive fragrance of her perfume and the feel of her soft but trembling body. For a brief moment they embraced without saying another word. Then, as if on cue, they turned their faces together and kissed. It was a gentle kiss, a brief smacking of the lips and nothing more. Carol’s eyes blinked several times and they both giggled. Not sensing any protest, Billy pressed his lips against hers pulling her tighter into his arms while sucking her lower lip into his mouth. She let out a deep sigh when their lips finally parted. “We better stop.” Carol replied frantically taking two steps backward. “Carol please.” Billy stepped forward and pulled her back into his arms. “Billy please…you better go.” He kissed her again. They were treading on dangerous ground. Carol seemed powerless to stop him as she very timidly let her hands roam over his back and arms. He pulled her closer pressing his hands at the small of her back. He slipped a knee between her legs while running his hand up the back of her dress. It caused Carol to shiver uncontrollably. A little voice began shouting inside Carol’s head. You better stop him. This isn’t New Year’s Eve. In an instant, her brain replayed that New Year’s Eve party at Fort Lewis. She and Ken had just finished kissing, when Colonel Myers patted Ken on the shoulder. Ken, without any hesitation, guided her into Billy’s arms. It was a New Year’s Eve kiss and nothing more. Another voice shouted, if it was nothing more than an innocent kiss why has it been such a pleasurable memory? Billy slowly moved his hands up Carol’s side. When he stopped at her armpits she let out a deep laboring sigh. Her skin felt warm and inviting. He smiled and then kissed her again as the palms of his hands gently brushed against her breasts on their journey back down her side. Carol exhaled heavily. When she didn’t resist he ran his hands back up under her arms pits and squeezed gently, this time he made sure that his hand pressed firmly against her breasts. “Billy, please you need to go.” Carol whispered softly. ©©©© Lou clutched the camera lens as if holding on for dear life. Click. Click. “Awesome!” In the darkness he undid his pants freeing his throbbing cock. “This is hot!” Click. Click. ©©©© “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hold you in my arms.” Billy squeezed her tightly. “Billy this is all wrong.” Carol replied trying to break free. Billy eased his hands forward and squeezed the sides of her breasts. “Oh my God!” Carol gasped. “Doesn’t that feel good?” “Yes, but that doesn’t make it right.” “I want you so bad, Carol.” “Billy, I’m afraid…” Her voice faded away as his hands gently squeezed her breasts. Carol stood opened mouth; her eyes shut tight. It was hardly the expression of someone wanting him to stop. He squeezed her breasts again focusing his eyes on the clingy material of her dress. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing a bra. What a surprise. Carol squirmed and sighed as he massaged each breast. It was just like he had fantasized time and time again. Billy reached lower to feel the warmth of her legs. She almost bolted from his arms, but his grip was firm. He continued kissing her neck and ears, finally covering his mouth over hers. Carol made little whimpering sounds. He squeezed her tighter and then, just as if a light had switched on, he felt Carol’s warm tongue poke inside his mouth. Inspired, Billy began exploring freely; squeezing her butt, while tugging at her tight dress. Within seconds they were tearing at each others clothes. When they got to the bed, he spun her around, and unzipped the back of her dress. He kissed across her shoulder, while gripping the spaghetti straps between his fingers and then in one swift motion jerked them down all the way to her waist. Her tits sprang up in his face. Both nipples were hard pointing out like tiny erasers. He sucked one tit into his mouth while gripping the other in his hand. “Billy. Billy. Billy.” Carol babbled over and over between deep laboring breaths. ©©©© “Wow!” Lou shouted. Click. Click. He felt the pressure beginning to build deep inside his balls. “What a great contrast!” Click. Click. ©©©© Carol’s emotions were swinging back and forth. She wanted him to continue; she wanted him to stop. It was so wrong and forbidden. But, how could something so wrong feel so good? It’s because you’re not listening to the voice of reason. This is your husband’s former boss sucking on your tits. This is not New Year’s Eve. Ken is not going to tap him on the shoulder and save you tonight. ©©©© Click. Click. Lou couldn’t believe his good fortune. His camera was worth every penny of its high price tag. He could clearly see the woman’s tiny white breasts and the tan lines that emphasized her nakedness. Click. Click. The woman frantically tugged man’s shirt until he stopped sucking her breasts long enough to unbutton his shirt. The woman pushed it back off his shoulders. Click. Click. The woman pulled the bald headed man back into her breasts. Click. Click. Lou watched the very lucky man kiss around the soft globe, opening his mouth and sucking the nipple inside. It was an absolutely amazing site. Click. Click. ©©©© “You taste so good, Carol.” “Billy!” Carol moaned while massaging Billy’s shoulders and chest. Unlike Ken, he didn’t have any hair on his chest or back. His muscles looked and felt toned and when her fingers glided over his nipples they felt as hard as she knew hers must feel in Billy’s mouth. She ran her hand up his arms and stopped just below his shoulder. It felt different. There was a large symbol branded on his arm. “What’s this on your arms?” She moaned. “It’s my fraternity letters.” “Didn’t that hurt? Billy didn’t answer; instead he ran his fingers over her pussy. There would be time to talk later. He pushed her back on to the bed. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as Billy slid into bed and slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. His finger glided back and forth, moving from side to side, massaging her insides, until he pulled them half way out and then plunged back inside. He picked up the rhythm going faster and faster. “Cum for me sweet Carol.” Carol clutched the bedspread then pulled it up over her before screaming at the top of her lungs. ©©©© Click. Click. “I can’t believe it!” Lou shouted. Click. Click. ©©©© “Was that good?” “Yes.” Carol sighed. Billy rolled onto his back and quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down, finally kicking them off the edge of the bed. When he lay back, his penis sprang up in eager anticipation. Carol, meanwhile, stared at Billy’s cock. It was much thicker than Ken's with gigantic bulb shaped head. Her heart raced with excitement and yes a little bit of worry that it might cause some discomfort. She took a deep breath and looked at Billy. He was watching her expressions and smiling ear to ear. As he began to roll over she took one last glance at the small curly patch of black pubic hair. It was startling; his cock was actually a shade or two darker than the rest of his black skin. Billy reached down and lifted her legs. He went to his knees, pressing his penis against her distended lips. Holding her legs straight up in the air, he pulled Carol forward, letting his penis head touch her lips and thighs. Slowly he moved his hips forward. “Billy.” Carol gasped. “Help me, Carol.” Billy sighed. When Carol clutched his cock it sent a pleasurable sensation rushing through Billy’s body. He watched Carol as she carefully rubbed the head up and down while wiggling her hips forward. He pressed forward and the tip slipped inside. She looked up at him and grunted. He smiled then pulled back out before thrusting forward. “Billy.” She wrapped her hands up around Billy’s neck as he lay down on top of her. “Oh God you’re tight baby.” “Billy. Billy. Billy.” Carol gasped for air as he began to slide freely inside. It felt wonderful. The Runner “You’re dripping, Carol.” Billy moaned as he slowly began to pick up the pace. ©©©© Click. Click. Lou sat in the darkness naked from the waist down. His cock stood up as he ran his hand up and down the length. He was trying to prolong his orgasm but he was so damn close. The sight unfolding in front of his eyes was absolutely mind-boggling. Click. Click. He watched the man slamming his body into the woman. She lay underneath spreading her legs outward moving them back and forth as the man thrust into her pussy. Lou could only imagine what types of sounds were coming from that room. He wondered if the guests in the next room had any idea what was happening just inches away. Click. Click. Lou’s cock squirted cum up into the air. He stroked frantically savoring the self pleasure and fantasizing that it was him on top of the blonde instead of the black man. ©©©© Billy lifted himself up on outstretched arms and continued thrusting. His breathing grew labored. The way Carol was scooting her hips into each thrust was driving him wild. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Billy turned his head making an unsuccessful effort to control the pleasurable sensations surging between his legs. It was time to cum. Carol was writhing in intense pleasure. Her body was responding in a way that even surprised her. It was too easy. She looked up at Billy. Why was she so aroused at doing something so forbidden and morally wrong? She had never cheated on Ken; but here she was giving herself freely to Colonel Myers. Would she feel remorse afterwards? No time to have such thoughts. Her body began to shake as another intense orgasm rushed through her body. She looked up at Billy’s straining face. “Oh Billy, I’m cumming again!” When she started bucking her hips up into him it was time for Billy to stop holding back. The first squirt caused him to thrust forcefully into Carol. She cried out before digging her nails into his arms; but her reaction was not from pain but from the intensity of her orgasm. She had scratched Ken several times during intercourse. Billy was no different. His thighs and hips flexed as he climaxed. “Oh Carol.” He moaned as he wrapped his arms underneath Carol. Their mouths locked together as Billy continued thrusting. Beep. Beep. “Carol, are you there?” Billy was still in throes of his climax and oblivious to the voice. Carol recognized the voice immediately and stiffened. “Oooohhhhhh!” Billy groaned. Carol pushed her arms against Billy. Beep. Beep. “Carol, are you there?” Finally, Billy’s orgasm subsided enough to come back to reality. “It’s Ken!” Carol shouted. “What?” Billy replied still in the dazed state of orgasm. She pushed him off and jumped out of the bed. Her cellular phone was attached to the strap on her purse. She looked back and Billy and motioned with her finger on her lips to be quiet. Beep. Beep. “I’m here Ken.” Beep. Beep. “I was starting to get worried about you. You sound like you’re out of breath. Is everything going okay?” Beep. Beep. “I’m okay. I just raced in here from the bathroom and couldn’t find the phone right away.” Beep. Beep. Ken began to tell her about something that happened at work but she was way too distracted to listen. She kept staring at Colonel Myers lying on the bed. She picked up Billy’s shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. When she stepped over to the window, she felt his cum begin to ooze. It was a familiar feeling. She looked down to see if the cum was black. It wasn’t, of course, and she giggled nervously at her lack of knowledge. Beep. Beep. “You seem a little preoccupied Carol. Are you sure everything is okay?” Beep. Beep. “I guess its just pre race jitters.” Beep. Beep. “I’ll let you get to bed, darling.” Beep. Beep. “Good night, Ken. I love you.” Those last three words hung in her throat. Beep. Beep. “I love you, too. Now, don’t let any Don Juan’s get you into bed.” Ken chuckled. Beep. Beep. She shrugged her shoulders and sat down in the chair by the window. Beep. Beep. “I love you, Ken. Sleep tight.” Beep. Beep. “Good night.” To be continued? The Runner He had the tall slim look of a runner. He was in the middle of a five mile run. As he rounded the street corner he saw her running about a half block in front of him. He kept his pace which was slightly faster than hers. Her pony tail swung from side to side and her nice ass made wonderful movement as she ran. She was wearing a sport top that left her midsection bare and a pair of spandex shorts. He kept watching her as he slowly caught up and passed her. He looked at her and smiled when they were side by side. She was very pretty and she smiled back. He slowly pulled in front of her but noticed her foot beat didn't seem to fall behind. As he passed she gave him a good once over and liked what she saw. He was handsome and wearing a tank top with a pair of slightly loose fitting shorts. She picked up her pace to keep up with him in hopes to find an excuse to talk to him. His stride was just to long for her to keep up. After about a block she said "slow down, I can't keep pace with you." Being as she ask, he slacked his pace a bit and she caught up. Without talking, they kept glancing at each other. He was taking in her nice tits and runners legs as she was checking out his arms and muscled chest. A few blocks down the street they came to a large wooded park that was popular with runners because of the multitude of trails. She veered onto a trail and told him to follow her. He was enjoying the site of her to much to argue. She picked a path as though she knew where she was going. They ran along the path for a hundred yards or so. She knew this place well. She ran and went for walks here all the time. She also knew of a place she had found that was private where she would go to read. As she came to the top of a small rise she stopped, and pulled some tree limbs aside and moved off the trail into the brush. He followed her as she came to a rock wall where the ground rose strait up about fifteen feet. She turned and walked along a narrow path at the base of the wall moving deeper into the brush. After a couple minutes walking they broke into a small clearing where the ground was covered in cedar tree bows. He noticed the rock jutted out creating a nice seat to relax on. All the way to the clearing she was thinking about what to do when they got there. Watching him run had made her so horny she could hardly bear it. She walked to the center of the clearing and turned around. He had stopped at the edge and was looking it over. He looked at her and walked to her. It was like it was a mutual understanding as he slipped his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck and they had a long, leisurely kiss. They could feel their sweaty bodies pressing into each other. His hands moved over her back as they kissed. He let one hand drop down and cupped her ass. He pulled her tight grinding his swelling dick into her. She pulled him tight smashing her breasts into his chest. She dragged them from side to side making her nipples swell. He grabbed her sports top and pulled it over her head releasing those beautiful tits with their swollen nipples. She felt the cool air hit her nipples causing a zing of electricity to drive between her tits. She grabbed his tank top and pulled it over his head. They stepped back and each took their own shorts and under ware off. When he looked up and saw her naked except for her running shoes his breath caught in his throat. Her pussy was shaved except for a small line running up towards her stomach. He could feel his dick getting even harder. Her eyes locked on his hard on. It was long, thick, pointing straight up and she wanted to feel it driving into her throbbing pussy. He grabbed her and kissed her. Both of his hands went to her ass where he picked her up. She felt herself being lifted so she wrapped her legs around his waist to help support her weight. He slowly lowered her down. She could feel his prick slowly entering her juicy box. He never stopped lowering her until he was buried in her. He turned around and backed up and leaned against the ledge for support. She had her arms around his neck and pulled herself up as he pulled on her ass. He started pounding his dick into her dripping pussy hard and fast. She could feel his rod pressing on the sides of her pussy and slapping into the bottom. As she pulled her self up and down he felt her pussy muscles squeezing his dick as he jammed his prick into her. Just as his balls began pumping his jiz into that wet pussy, her orgasm exploded making her jerk against his body causing him to dump even more of his load into her. He turned around and set her on the ledge and kissed her deeply. He let his lips trail down and takes each nipple into his mouth in turn. They got dressed and made their way out of their hiding place. They ran together until they cleared the park. After exchanging names and phone numbers, they went their separate ways, both of them wondering how that happened, how wonderful it was and anticipating their next run. The Runner Laurie Watson sat at the local café having her weekly lunch with her sister. Her 4 year old son sat in his booster seat besides her eating his corn dog. Sylvia Monroe took a drink of her soda while she looked at her sister. "You look like hell." She said finally. Laurie lifted her blue eyes to meet her sisters. "I haven't been sleeping well lately." She admitted as she wiped ketchup from Michael's face. Sylvia ran her eyes over her sister. Her shoulder length brown hair looked like it hadn't been washed in a week. Her blue eyes were dim. Even her full figured body didn't look right. Sylvia was sure that Laurie had lost weight. "Does this have anything to do with the rumor that Jeff is back in town?" Laurie looked at her sister. "Sylvia, that was five years ago. I was young and stupid." Sylvia snorted. "You were in love. I think you still are." Now it was Laurie's turn to snort. "I don't feel anything for Jeff anymore. I am just thankful that he gave me Michael." She smiled tenderly at her son. Sylvia crossed her arms over her ample bosom. "Yea? Then why haven't you been with anyone since? Laurie, you are 23 years old for gods' sake. You need a life." Laurie took a drink of her own soda. "I have a life. I have Michael." Sylvia's eyes narrowed. "You know what I mean. What the hell did that guy do to you to make you ward off men?" "He..." Laurie sat back against the seat and closed her eyes as she remembered that night 5 yeas ago. The night that Jeff Mason made her a woman. "He was different then any other man." She said with a sigh. "He was...special..." She let her mind drift back to that magical night... Laurie had been in love with Jeff for as long as she could remember. Even though he was almost 10 years her senior, it didn't matter. When he asked her out for the first time when she was 17, she had almost died from happiness. Jeff was the perfect man and didn't care that she didn't have a model's body. He often joked that he was handsome enough for both of them. Laurie had to agree to that. Jeff was 6'1" with a slender build; his dark brown hair hung down his back and touched his waist. His green eyes always seemed alive. It didn't matter if they were full of laughter, pain or desire. They always lit up, especially when he looked at her. He promised her he would marry her when she graduated from high school. They were gonna get a house while he worked in her dad's hardware store. The night she turned 18, he took her up to Mason's bluff. She knew that it was the biggest make out spot in the area. She also knew that tonight they wouldn't stop at just touching each other. She was ready to make Jeff's hers in all ways. Jeff shut down the car, turned the radio on low, and then pulled Laurie into his arms. "I love you baby." He whispered against her ear right before he kissed it. "I have waited so long for this night. Please tell me I can finally make you mine." She had looked into his eyes, so full of desire for her. "I love you Jeff. Tonight I am all yours." Jeff kissed her softly, and then reached into the backseat, pulling out a blanket before he pulled out of her arms and opened the car door. "Come on," he said getting out of the car. "Jeff, what are you doing?" Laurie asked following him out of the car. The make out point was practically deserted. There was another car a bit further down the road away from Jeff's and was rocking violently. Jeff took Laurie's hand, pulling her behind him as he led her over to a grassy area covered with trees. When they were out of sight of the parking lot, he laid down the blanket then took her into his arms again. "I'm not making love to you for the first time in the backseat of a car." He said huskily as he pulled her gently down with him onto the blanket. "Jeff, what if someone comes by?" She asked as she felt his hands move up under her t-shirt. Jeff was nibbling at her neck with his teeth while his hands caressed her bra encased breasts. "No one comes over here. That's why I picked this spot." He murmured against her neck as he bit playfully at the skin. "Jeff...Oh..." Laurie moaned letting him push her back until she was lying on her back on the blanket. "I love you so much." Jeff moved over her until his 9 ½ inch cock pressed between her legs. The only thing separating them was his jeans and her denim skirt. Laurie moaned as he ground his crotch against her, shoving her skirt up almost around her waist. She felt the material of his jeans press against her bare pussy and whimpered in need. "Jeff, baby, please." She begged lifting her legs up around his waist. Jeff lifted her shirt over her head, throwing it on the blanket beside them, and then unhooked her front clasp bra, exposing her 44D breasts to his gaze. He had felt her tits under her shirt many times but this was the first time he was actually able to look at them. "Beautiful." He murmured running a long, slender finger over her breast. Laurie closed her eyes as pleasure coursed through her body. "Please Jeff, I need you so bad." Jeff lifted his eyes to look at her face, then lowered his mouth, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. Laurie gasped when she felt his mouth enclose her flesh. "Jeff...Oh..." She bucked her chest up against him, burying more of her tit in his hungry mouth. Jeff kept his mouth locked on her tit, biting at the tender flesh with his teeth as he worked to open his jeans. When they were open, he shoved them down over his slim hips until his cock was completely free. He brushed his cock over her wet pussy and heard her cry out in desire. "Jeff, oh baby." Jeff let his cock brush over her clit, and then started humping slowly against her. "Oh fuck...What are you doing to me?" She cried suddenly as she felt her orgasm rising rapidly as he fucked her clit with his cock. "Jeff....Fuck...Yes..." She bucked her hips against him hard and fast as he tongued her breast and fucked against her clit. She was going to cum and there was no stopping it. Her breath came out in ragged pants as she slammed her body against him. "Make me cum baby. Oh god, make me cum." Jeff lifted his head from her breast and balanced his upper body on his arms as he looked into her passion filled eyes. "Cum for me honey." He croaked as he slammed his hips forward forcefully, rubbing his cock powerfully against her sensitive flesh. "Cum for me." "Jeff...Agh...Oh...God...I'm cummminnnnnggg..." Laurie cried out suddenly as her body convulsed with release. Grabbing his cock, Jeff moved it off her clit and moved it down to her soaked hole. He rubbed it against her a couple of times then slammed hard inside her, driving violently through her hymen as he buried himself completely within her depths. Laurie barely noticed the pain of his entry as her body shook with pleasure. "Oh Jeff, I feel so full." She wrapped her legs around his waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. Their tongues moved tenderly against each others, as he slowly left her body until he had just the head of his cock inside her. When Laurie pushed up with her hips, he let his cock slide back into her depths. A ragged groan escaped his lips as she accepted him once again. "Jeff, oh honey, it feels so good." Laurie purred against his mouth as he kept his strokes long and slow, digging his cock deep into her pussy. "Oh baby, your pussy is so tight around me." Jeff moaned kissing at her neck as he thrust so slowly into her body. "I love your body baby; I love it almost as much as I love you." He braced his upper body up on his arms His eyes met hers as he moved inside her. "Oh Jeff, something is happening to me." She purred as she pushed up against him. She could feel her orgasm rising slowly inside her. "I think I'm going to cum honey." Jeff smiled down at her as he pushed his hips faster burying himself deeper inside her with each stroke. "Cum for me honey," he panted kissing her breasts as he pounded her pussy. "Jeff, yes, oh god, ugh...So good," Laurie cried digging her ankles into his ass as she pushed her body hard against him. "Make me cum honey, I'm so close." Jeff nuzzled her breast with his mouth as he thrust hard and fast into her body. "Cum for me honey," He growled. He wrapped his hands around her ass, pulling her hard against him. "Cum all over me baby. I want to feel it." Laurie was breathing hard as she pushed against him looking for release. "Jeff, baby...Oh god. I'm cummminnnnnggg..." She cried out suddenly as she clung to him when her body shook with release. Jeff growled in his throat as he felt her body tighten around him. He thrust into her a few more times before he let himself go. He didn't think as he let his seed flood her insides. All he thought about was how good she felt wrapped around him. After resting for a while, Jeff took her again, this time with her up on her hands and knees. Her body slammed back against him as he pounded into her. "Oh honey, I love you so much." He cried as he filled her for the second time. When Jeff took her home a little while later, she kissed him softly then made her way into the house. As she sunk into a hot tub, she thought about her wedding day that she knew wasn't far in the future. But that day didn't come. She heard through the grapevine the next morning that Jeff had packed up his motorcycle and left town. She was devastated that he didn't even say goodbye. When she found out she was pregnant 6 weeks later, she swore off men and devoted her life to her son. Laurie was pulled from her memory when she heard the bell above the door ding. Michael asked her something but Laurie wasn't paying attention to her son, she was looking at the man who had just walked into the café. Jeff hadn't changed in the past 5 years. She noticed he had cut his hair so it was resting just below his shoulders and that he had grown a mustache and beard. But other then that, to her eyes, he looked the same way he did that night five years ago. He was laughing with the man he had come in with and hadn't noticed her sitting there. Her eyes watched him as he walked right past her table with his friend and the waitress without ever once looking in her direction. Laurie felt tears fill her eyes as she watched him walk by. "Thanks for lunch sis. It was great." She said grabbing her purse and Michael's small hand in hers. "I'll call you later, okay?" Then before Sylvia could react, Laurie pulled Michael out of the café. Michael was crying, as he didn't understand why his mom was so upset, but Laurie didn't notice. She just had to get away. She was able to hold back the tears until she had Michael in the car and she was behind the wheel. As she slowly drove towards home, she let the pain of the last five years finally surface. Sylvia watched her sister run out of the restaurant then turned her eyes to the man who had made her sister cry. Jeff was sitting at a table against the wall laughing at something his companion was saying. Pulling her short, round body out of the booth, she marched up to him. Jeff stopped laughing when he saw the fire in her eyes. "Hey Sylvia, how's things going?" He asked with the same deep voice that Laurie fell in love with all those years ago. Sylvia put her hands on the table and leaned close to him. "You are a bastard Jeff Mason. Why couldn't you just stay gone? Why did you have to come back and hurt her all over again?" Jeff looked over at his friend Mark who shrugged then looked back at the woman in front of him. "What are you talking about? Hurt who?" Then it was as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. "You don't mean...?" Sylvia nodded. "You took her heart with you that day you ran out of town Jeff. Luckily for her you left something behind." Jeff's buddy Mark was looking at them trying to figure out what was going on. He started when his friend suddenly went pale. "Jeff, you okay man?" He asked putting a hand on Jeff's arm. Jeff barely noticed Mark's touch, he was looking at Sylvia. "She had a baby?" Again Sylvia nodded as she pulled away from the table. "Go back to where ever you have been hiding for the past 5 years Jeff. No one wants you here." Then she turned around and walked out of the café. Jeff watched her leave; he still couldn't believe that he had left Laurie with a child. He hadn't even thought about protection that night. No wonder her sister was so pissed at him. She must have been in the café when he and Mark came in and he didn't even notice. He had been planning on visiting Laurie, explaining why he left town, but things were different now. He didn't even know if his child was a girl or a boy. "Jeff, you okay?" Mark asked his pale blue eyes concerned. Jeff looked at the man who had been his best friend for the past 5 years. He had met Mark the summer he left. Mark was working as a carnie in one of the neighboring towns. He got Jeff a job for the summer and a place to stay during the off season with him and his wife. When Jeff told him that he needed to come home, Mark had agreed to come with him. "Do you remember the girl I told you about? Laurie, the one I promised to marry but left town with instead?" Mark nodded, "Yea." Jeff had talked about her straight for about 2 months after they met. It was Laurie this and Laurie that. Even now, five years later, Mark didn't understand why his friend didn't just marry her when he had planned to. Jeff took a drink of his soda that the waitress put down in front of him. "That was her sister. Turns out I left her with a baby when I left." Mark was stunned. He knew that Jeff was a stickler when it came to using protection whenever he was with someone. "You left her pregnant?" Jeff put his hands over his face. "I didn't know. It was just the one night." Mark looked at his friend, "you've got to go talk to her man." Jeff nodded. "Yea I know, but what if she won't talk to me?" Mark just shook his head. "You made this mess, now you've got to fix it." It took Jeff two days to build up the courage to go to Laurie's house. His mother had given him the address and admitted that yes she had known about Michael and that Laurie was always bringing him over to visit with her. When Jeff asked why she hadn't told him in any of her letters, Michelle put her hand on her sons arm. "Laurie asked me not to." As he rode his motorcycle to the house at the end of town, a thousand questions ran through his head. The main one being why she didn't want him knowing he had a son. Laurie was sitting on the front porch drinking lemonade and watching Michael play in his pool when she heard the motorcycle. Looking up, she wasn't surprised to see Jeff standing there looking at Michael. "Did Sylvia give you the address?" She asked softly pulling herself to her feet. She had dressed casually today in jean shorts and a tank top. As soon as she heard he was back in town, she knew it would only be a matter of time. Jeff took his eyes from his son and looked at the woman he had loved more then life itself. Time had been good to her in his eyes. Her breasts were bigger then he remembered and she seemed to have lost some weight but she still had the full figure he loved. She had cut her hair he noticed as he let his eyes drift over her body and her eyes looked as though they had the weight of the world in them. "No, mom did." He said suddenly opening the gate. "Michael go into the house." Laurie said sternly looking at her son. Michael lifted his eyes to his mothers, then slowly got out of the pool and walked towards the house. Jeff watched him go, and then turned back to Laurie. "Why didn't you tell me?" She waited until their son had gone into the house then turned back to him. "You were gone; I didn't know where you were. I didn't think you'd care." Jeff's hand balled into a fist but he didn't move closer to her. "Damn't Laurie, he's my son." She sat back down on the porch picking up her lemonade. "I'm not denying that." He moved towards her stopping about a foot away. "You're not denying it, but you told my mother not to tell me." She took a drink of her lemonade then lifted her eyes to his. They were full of fire. "What would you have done Jeff? Would you have come home? Would you have professed your undying love for me and married me like you were supposed to before you ran off? No thanks." She stood up quickly. "Look, I don't know where you have been for the past five years and I don't care. You want to see you son, you call and set up a time. Otherwise, leave us the hell alone." Without a backwards glance she stormed into the house slamming the screen door behind her. Jeff watched stunned as she went into the house. He knew he owed her an explanation. How could he tell her that at the time, he was 27 years old and scared shitless of settling down with one woman? Would he have come back?" he saw his son watching him through the screen door. He smiled at him and was rewarded with a return smile before the boy went back into the house. As Jeff stood there, he knew that Laurie was right; he would have come back and married her if he knew he had a son. He realized looking at her that the past five years hadn't changed anything. He still loved her as much as he did the day he asked her out when she was 17. As he turned to go back to his motorcycle, he swore to himself that he would have his son and that he was going to have Laurie to. She just didn't know it yet. When Laurie heard the motorcycle ride off, she curled up on the couch and let the tears flow. Why did he have to come back? She wondered to herself. All the pain she had felt when she heard he was gone, came once again to the surface. When Michael curled up on the couch beside her, she wrapped her arms around his small body and cried. *** Over the next few months, Jeff saw his son about once or twice a week. Unfortunately he didn't see Laurie at all. He got a job and a small apartment for his son to come visit him at but it was always Sylvia who brought Michael to him. He found out that Michael was 4 and when he did the math there was no denying that he had made Laurie pregnant that night up on the ridge. When Michael asked him if he was his daddy, Jeff had looked at him. "What does your mother say?" He asked exchanging his green crayon for a black one. Michael lifted his green eyes to look at his father. "She said you are, that you got her pregnant with me then left town the next day. Did you?" Jeff sighed; his son was a very smart little boy. "Yes son I did." Michael put his crayons down and looked at Jeff. "Why? Didn't you love mommy?" Jeff looked at his son; he had his mothers green eyes, but Jeff's dark brown hair that was falling down over his eyes. Reaching up, he brushed Michael's hair back from his face. "Yes Michael, I loved your mother very much." Michael looked at him, "then why?" Jeff looked over at Sylvia who was watching TV and ignoring them. She never left Jeff alone with Michael which burned him. He had a feeling that Laurie was afraid that if he had his son alone, he would run off with him. Jeff looked back at his son, "it's a long story slugger. But don't worry. I plan to make things right with your mother." Michael seemed to accept this, so he went back to coloring while Jeff tried to figure out how to get Laurie alone. The opportunity came up a couple months later, about a week before Christmas. Michelle had talked to Laurie about getting Michael for the weekend and she agreed. Jeff was spending the day with his mother when Laurie brought him over. As soon as she saw him, she said a quick goodbye to her son then practically ran out the door. Jeff caught up with her before she could climb into her car. "Laurie, stop, talk to me." Laurie put her hand on the door handle but kept her back to him. She hated herself when her voice cracked. "What do you want from me Jeff?" She slowly turned to look at him; tears were streaming down her cheeks. "You've already got Michael completely in love with you." She wiped the tears angrily away. "He keeps asking me if I am going to give you to him for Christmas. You broke my heart 5 years ago. Are you trying to do it again?" The Runner Jeff was stopped by her tears. He didn't realize just how bad he had hurt her when he left. "I'm sorry Laurie; I never meant to hurt you." Reaching up, he wiped away her tears. Laurie flinched when his hand touched her face, but she didn't pull away. "You may not have meant to but you did? How could you just leave like that Jeff? We were going to be married, I was so happy. Then suddenly you were gone." Jeff brushed his hand over her face. "Can we go somewhere and talk?" When she looked like she was gonna run, he put his hand on her shoulder. "Just talk. I'm not asking you to sleep with me Laurie, I want to explain." She watched him warily then slowly nodded. "We can go back to my place. It's just me and Michael there so we won't be disturbed." Jeff nodded, "Okay." He climbed in the passenger side of her car as she climbed behind the wheel. The drive to her house was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. When they were inside, she got them both a soda then they sat next to each other on the couch. Jeff popped his soda open, took a long drink then looked at her. "I'm sorry I left. I was scared of settling down. I was 27 years old and as much as I loved you, the thought of settling down with one woman terrified the hell out of me." Laurie looked at the can settled in her lap; she had to admit that his words made sense. Slowly she lifted her eyes to his. "Why didn't you just tell me this? Why take off like you did? We could have waited Jeff. I was 18 for gods' sake. Yes I wanted to be with you and in my own way I would have loved to have been your wife, but I would have understood." Taking their cans and putting them on the coffee table, he gently pulled her into his arms. She resisted at first then let her head rest against his chest as she cried once more for the love that could have been. "I'm sorry baby." He murmured stroking her hair. "I should have talked to you, but I was afraid you would want to get married and I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to be a husband and a father." He lifted her tear stained eyes to his. "I won't lie and say there haven't been other women, because there has. But none of them ever affected me as much as you did." Laurie slowly closed her eyes as she watched his face move towards hers. The kiss was soft, gentle. He just brushed his lips lightly against her own. She let her hands move up over his chest then slowly worked their way up around his neck. When Jeff felt her respond, he deepened the kiss, hearing her moan. His tongue teased at her lips until she slowly parted them. His tongue swept into her mouth as his arms tightened around her, he could feel his cock pressing hard against his jeans but he ignored it. Right now all he wanted was to kiss and hold her. It was Laurie who pulled him with her as she lay back on the couch, tangling her legs with his. Jeff held her in his arms but couldn't stop the moans that left his lips as her hands moved over his body. "There hasn't been anyone else Jeff." She said pulling her lips slowly from his. "You were my first and there hasn't been anyone else." Jeff looked at her in surprise. Slowly he pulled one arm from beneath her, running his hand over her face. "There hasn't?" She shook her head as her eyes glowed with desire. "You were my first Jeff. I always wanted you to be my last." Jeff felt a lump in his throat that wouldn't go down. He gave a ragged sigh then claimed her mouth hungrily with his own. The kiss was hard and demanding, both straining against each other as their lips locked together. Laurie pressed her body tightly against his, moaning when she felt him slip between her spread legs and she felt the proof of his desire for her. "I love you Jeff." She whispered when his mouth left hers to move tenderly over her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as she held him tightly against her. "I never stopped loving you. A part of me always hoped that you would come home someday and still want me." Jeff lifted his mouth from her neck to look into her eyes. "I never stopped wanting you Laurie. I never stopped loving you either." He watched in surprise as she pushed him off of her body, but when she stood up, she held her hand out to him. "Come on." He didn't resist, instead he took her hand and followed her to her bedroom. Once they were inside, he looked around while she turned on the small lamp by the queen sized bed. His eyes drifted to a picture on the nightstand. When he looked at it, the lump returned to his throat. It was taken at a carnival the year she was 17 shortly after they started dating. He had just won her a huge teddy bear and she was holding it in her arms as she looked at him. Sylvia had been the one to take the picture. "That was one of the few things I took with me when I moved out of mom and dads." Laurie said standing beside him. "That picture has sat on my nightstand for the past five years Jeff. I couldn't leave it behind. Everybody kept telling me to forget you, to get on with my life." She took the picture from him, putting it back on her nightstand before turning him to look at her. "I couldn't though. You stole my heart at 17, you took my body at 18 and you haven't given either one back in the five years you were gone." Tears streamed down Jeff's cheeks but he ignored them. He just cupped her cheeks with his hands, as he brought his lips once more to hers. He kissed her softly. "How can I ever make up for the past?" Laurie smiled, "just give me tonight. Make love to me Jeff, I'm on birth control this time so there won't be any surprises. You could ride out of my life tomorrow if you want to. I'm just asking for tonight." Jeff lifted her into his arms and laid her gently onto the bed. "You may never get rid of me." She moaned as she felt his body once more cover hers. "Let's start with tonight and go from there." Jeff looked into her eyes and understood. She wanted him but she was scared. She was afraid to give him her heart again. He sighed, and then nodded. "Tonight then." They undressed each other slowly, until their bodies came together with nothing between them. Laurie squealed when she felt his hard cock pressing against her leg. "Jeff, baby, please." Jeff's hand was working between her legs; he had two fingers sliding into her depths while his thumb worked at her clit. He watched her eyes as they darkened with passion. He wanted her so bad that it hurt but he swore if he was ever with her again, he would take his time. He let his mouth move down over her body, nipping at each area he met until he was resting between her legs. "Jeff...? What are you doing?" She asked looking at him. Jeff lifted his head to look at her. "The night we were together I never got a chance to taste you. I'm not making that mistake again." Then before she could protest, he lowered his mouth to her. His tongue ran lightly over her clit and Laurie shivered with pleasure. "Jeff, oh god," She moaned when he took her clit between his lips, sucking hard at it. She bucked up with her hips pressing her pussy closer to his face. Jeff sucked hard at her clit, while he slid three fingers deep inside her. He pressed against the top of her pussy, making Laurie mewl with pleasure as she humped her body against him. "Oh baby, eat me, it feels so good." Jeff slammed his fingers deep into her body as he nibbled at her clit. Laurie just about came out of her skin when she felt his teeth graze her flesh then whimpered when his tongue flicked wildly over her clit while his fingers flew into her. "Jeff....Fuck...Agh...Make me cum...I'm so close." Laurie humped her body hard against him as her hands dug at her breasts. She left nail marks in her skin as she mauled her breasts. Her head was whipping back and forth across the pillow as he shoved her body into overdrive. When Jeff suddenly bit a bit harder on her clit, Laurie screamed in pain and pleasure. "I'm cummminnnnnggg..." She screamed slamming her pussy hard against his face as she soaked his flying fingers with her juices. Jeff pulled his mouth from her clit and locked it on her slit, drinking up the juices she sent into his mouth. He moaned against her as he tasted her honey. When she stopped leaking, he drove his tongue deep inside her feeling her body shake from release. "Oh Jeff...I need you..." She panted pulling at his shoulders. Jeff let himself have one more taste of her, before he moved up over her body until his cock was pressing at her entrance. "I love you so much Laurie." He moaned as he slowly pushed into her. "Jeff...Yes...Fill me." She whimpered as she felt him penetrate her body with his hard length. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He felt just as good as he had the last time and when he was buried completely the room was full of their moans mingling together. Jeff started out keeping his thrusts long and slow, wanting to make this last. But it wasn't long before Laurie was clawing at him and he was slamming his cock deep into her body. "Fuck me," She cried lifting her body against his. "I need it so bad." "Laurie, oh god baby, your just as hot as I remember. I could fuck you forever." He sucked at her neck as he rammed his hard cock deep inside her. He felt her cum around him and moaned as she flooded him with her juices. "Yes baby, coat me, and let me feel how good I make you feel" He pounded her hard and fast, the bed springs protesting under the power of their lovemaking. He pushed Laurie over the edge 3 more times before he finally gave into his own need. He pushed his arms taunt on either side of her head as he thrust powerfully into her depths looking for his own pleasure. "Cum for me, honey," Laurie egged him on as she rode his hard cock with her body. "Fill up my hot pussy with your cum." "Laurie, fuck, Agh, oh god. Here it cums," he howled as he buried himself deep inside her and released the load deep in his balls. Laurie screamed as she climaxed once again around him when she felt him fill her depths. "Jeff, Yessssssssss..." All through the night, he held her. They would sleep for a while, and then wake up to make love again. As dawn filtered through the windows, the finally drifted off into a deep sleep. Just before Jeff fell into dreamland, he looked into Laurie's sleeping face. He stroked her face lightly as he looked at her. He knew they had a long, hard road ahead of them but he was up to the challenge. As he held her in his arms, it was like the last five years had never existed. Laurie owned his heart, she owned his soul and he swore to himself that one day she would have his name to. The End The Runner Today has been horrible. It's my mom's birthday so I went over to her house to give her the earrings I'd gotten her and to try to have a nice chat. It started out as a nice mother-daughter visit but then she asked the dreaded question. "Dorothy, dear, when are you going to settle down with some nice man and give me some grandchildren? I'm 62 years old and not getting any younger. I doubt your sister Clairise will ever get married so it's up to you. You've been out in the world long enough. It's time to start a family and stay home with the babies." "Mom, I like to be called Dottie. And I'm not ready to be married. I like being able to do what I like without having to answer to a husband. I like being able to go out without having to find a sitter for kids. Besides, I do want kids someday. I just don't see why I need to be married to have them." "Dorothy! What would your grandma say?" "Grandma's been gone for ten years, mom. And I think she'd accept my decision. I'll have kids when I'm good and ready but I don't think being married is right for me. Besides, Clairise is in college. That's a great place to meet prospective husbands and I think she'd make a better wife than I would. She's younger and not so set in her ways." "OK, so you don't want to be married. What about sex?" "Mom!" "Well...it's a lot easier to get if you're married. You don't have to try to find a man you might be attracted to, get to know and trust him, then find out he has three wives and sixteen kids all in different states. And you don't have to worry about protection if you're married. You have the blood tests once before your wedding, and then get started on my grandkids." "There's no talking to you, mom. I don't see why you can't just accept that I don't need a man as a constant presence in my life. A boyfriend would be ok for the sex part but other than that I'm actually content with being single. I even like it when the kids on my street call me a crazy cat lady." "I just worry about you, Dorothy. I don't want you to be lonely. And you can't tell me four cats is enough company." "Then I won't tell you." I got up to leave. "I've had a mostly nice visit but I want to get to the trail and walk some before it gets dark. I'll call you tomorrow." "You call me tonight so I'll know you're not lying out there raped and murdered." "Yes, mother." I let myself out of her house and walk out to my car as I see my kid sister drive up in her red corvette. "Fair warning, Clairise, she's on a grandkid rampage today." "Thanks, Dottie, I'll try to avoid any direct answers." I got into my car, a blue '79 Corvette I call Ms. Peacock. Clairise and I are fans of the board game Clue. She named her 'vette Miss Scarlett and she has a '72 Chevy truck named Colonel Mustard in storage. I've got a '54 Chevy truck in storage I've named Mr. Green, a '73 white convertible Volkswagen Beetle I've named Mrs. White, and a dark purple, '03, hundredth anniversary addition, Harley Davidson sportster I've named Professor Plum. Between the two of us, Clairise and I have all the suspects. I think she's planning to find Inspector Brown to complete our collection. "Hey!" I call out to her as she's about to go inside, before I shut my door. "You never told me what your grade was in gym class last semester." "I got an A," she says. She seems to hurry into the house and I thought I saw her blush. I was worried about how well she'd do in that class but now I just wonder how she earned that A. No matter. She's a grown woman now and can deal with her own life without my nosy questions. If she wants my advice she knows all she has to do is ask. I get in my car, roll the windows down, turn the radio up and head for the local walking trail. I feel like walking today and maybe walking off some of the frustration I feel from the pressure my mom is putting on me to try to get me to get married and give her grandkids. I don't like going to family gatherings for the same reason. All my cousins are happily married and either have kids are trying to have kids or have a definite timeline for when they'll start trying to have kids. Sometimes it's enough to make me want to scream. Papa Roach comes on the radio so I turn it up a little more and jam to 'Getting Away With Murder.' Sometimes I feel like trying to do just that. I pull into the parking lot of the trail as 'Come Baby Come' comes on the radio. I sit with the engine idling as the song finishes and look around at the other cars in the lot. There's only four besides mine; a powder blue mini van that looks just a few years old, a silver impala that looks brand new, one of the square bodied Chevy trucks that could be anywhere from fifteen to thirty years old, and a little black Mazda two seater convertible. The song ends so I turn the car off and get out. I'm already dressed for the trail in black track pants, white and blue tennis shoes, a light purple tank top with a built in shelf bra and a light wind breaker jacket that matches my pants. I close my car door a little forcefully and head towards the trail. As I pass the little Mazda, I notice the driver stretching beside it. I don't understand people that can wear shorts with a sweatshirt. To me it's either shorts and tank top weather or pants and long sleeves weather. Today is just cool enough to make shorts and a tank top uncomfortable. Before I focus on the trail I notice that the Mazda's driver is a redhead and as he bends over in another stretch I almost miss a step and trip over my own feet. I am definitely an ass woman and this man has a juicy one. The kind I could dig my nails into as he rode me. I blink several times and turn back to the trail, shaking my head just a little to get the image of myself obviously having sex with the juicy assed redhead out of my mind. He looked like he was leaving so I'd probably never see him again. I hit the trail at a brisk walk. I don't come here very often, as evidenced by my size thirteen waist, and I never run so a walk is my chosen pace for when I do come here. I'm headed for the swinging bridge branch of the trail today. I don't feel energetic enough to try to tackle the whole thing but the shorter branches just won't take enough time to work out my frustrations. I reach for my music player but realize when I don't touch it that I've forgotten it in my car. Oh well. I don't want to waste time to go back for it. Maybe I'll be able to calm my mind faster without it. I start to think about what everyone wants from me. My mom wants me to get married, quit my teaching job, and start spitting out babies to stay at home with. My extended family wants to see me married, barefoot, and pregnant before the year is over. My sister wants me to get married and have a couple of kids. She's not as bad as the rest of the family about it though. She thinks I can keep teaching if I want to. That's what she's planning so I think she just wants me to do it first so she can ask me for advice. I didn't make the decision to live mostly alone just out of the blue. I lived with a man from the time I graduated college until just a year ago. I mentioned marriage and kids a couple of times but Anton always wanted to wait. One night a year ago he wanted me to be home at a certain time, something he wasn't usually picky about. I thought he might ask me to marry him then but when I got home there was a taxi in the driveway that he was standing beside. What he told me made me glad I never pushed the issue of being married and having kids. He said he was tired of having to eat in every night because my teacher's salary didn't allow for eating in a restaurant all the time. He was a little younger than me and told me he was tired of wasting the best years of his life on someone who would be thirty the next year (even though I was 28 at the time). He was only 25 and had found a 21 year old secretary who was the heiress to a multi million dollar company. He wanted to have fun and he couldn't do it if he was leg chained to a frumpy school teacher. The frumpy comment stung. I'd always considered myself reasonably attractive when I put a little effort into my appearance but when Anton actually used the word 'frumpy' it was a blow to my self esteem. I thought we had an understanding but he was leaving me because I was 'frumpy'. I didn't say anything, just looked at him in surprise as he finished his little speech and watched as he got in the cab. I walked up the sidewalk, into the house and went about the evening routine in a kind of daze. I realized that it wasn't very different without him there. But I didn't understand why he left. He hadn't shown any sign of discontent, we rarely argued and fought even less. He just usually went along with anything I wanted. And I still didn't consider myself 'frumpy'. I remembered all that as I walked. I never thought of myself as frumpy. Sure, I liked jeans and long hippy skirts and hardly ever wore makeup; did that make me frumpy? Did the fact that I liked to wear tops with built in bras so I didn't have to wear a regular bra make me frumpy? Did my long hair that I always wore in a ponytail or braided ponytail wrapped into a bun make me frumpy? Did my glasses with their transitions lenses make me frumpy? My walking by this time was a borderline jog. I was trying to escape the memories. I thought back on the year it'd been since Anton had left. I still liked long hippy skirts but I'd started wearing some a little shorter. I still liked tops with built in bras but I'd started wearing the kind that showed a little cleavage. I still liked jeans but I'd stopped wearing them high waisted and a size too big. Now I wore my jeans low and snug. I know I have a nice ass and have started showing it off. My coworkers at the local college have started to mention the fact that I'll be thirty in a couple of months. I'd shamelessly eavesdropped on more than one conversation about how they wanted to plan a surprise 'over the hill at thirty' birthday party. 'Over the hill!?' I'm not over the hill yet! Just because I'm not married with children doesn't make me 'over the hill.' I was and still am outraged that people that are supposed to be my friends think so little of me. I'm almost to the turn off for the swinging bridge trail when I hear the footsteps of a runner behind me. I've started to have to fight tears of frustration and would rather not have anyone else see so I don't turn around. I keep going at my almost-jog. The runner slowly catches up with me. I see as he passes that it's the driver of the little black Mazda. I keep my eyes straight ahead so he won't notice me. He's even with me for a few seconds and I can't resist. I turn my head to look. He's wearing a grey hoodie sweatshirt and blue running shorts. He's listening to some kind of music and seems to be in that odd 'runner's zone.' Red hair that could almost be called auburn in low lights, blue eyes; I think he's attractive. He passes me and I feast my eyes on his retreating form. He turns down the bridge trail and is all too soon out of sight, hidden by trees. He'll be finished with his run and long gone by the time I get back to my car. I put the runner out of my mind with some difficulty. I need to get rid of my own problems. Thinking about him and remembering that flash I had in the parking lot of my digging my nails into his ass as he thrusts his cock into my wet and willing pussy is not going to help. I'm still walking at a borderline jog. Remembering how confused I was when Anton left me and thinking about today's conversation with my mom keeps my pace as fast as I ever go. I'm just about five yards from the bridge when I step on one of my shoelaces. It'd become untied during my frantic walking. I trip on it and go sprawling on the ground. I hold out my hands to try to keep from hitting my face on the gravel of the trail. I feel the small rocks digging and cutting into the meat of both palms and my left knee. I land a little on my left side, scraping my left elbow some. The light material of my clothes is no protection from the pea gravel of the trail. It rips over my elbow and knee. I'm going to be bruised later. For now I need to clean up as best I can. I brush the rocks out of my wounds and walk slowly to the bridge so I can sit on its wood instead of the evil gravel of the trail. I can already feel little trickles of blood tickling me as they run down my leg and arm. I get to the bridge, glance across it as I start to sit and freeze where I stand. The runner is on the bridge, about halfway across. He's leaning on the guard rail with his head tipped back, his left hand holding the left leg of his shorts up and his right hand stroking his cock! Oh my god! I'd never seen anyone masturbate in a public place before. I stand transfixed, my eyes glued to his hand as he slowly strokes his cock all the way from root to tip. He switches hands, stroking with his left and his right going to the waistband of his shorts, pushing them off his ass and right hip. He takes his left hand off his cock for the second it takes his right to push the shorts off his left hip and to his knees. They fall the rest of the way down, forming a blue cloth puddle around his ankles. His left hand has gone right back to his cock, stroking a little faster now. He's mostly in profile to me, only turned slightly away. I ease off the bridge and back into the bushes at the left side of the trail. My panties have started to feel restricting. I can feel the familiar ache in my pussy as it tells me it wants to cum. I can even feel a little wetness start to seep out of me, something that rarely happens. As the runner begins to make a little noise, I slide my right hand into the waistband of my track pants, under my panties and through the shaved lips of my pussy. I watch as the runner switches back to his right hand, stroking faster and making shallow thrusts of his hips, almost involuntarily. I dip three fingers of my right hand into my pussy to collect the abundant juice there and bring it up to my clit. I start to rub furiously, so turned on by the sight of an attractive man stroking his cock out in the open that I can't think. He's switched back to his left hand now. I envy him the ambidexterity. I only have enough control and strength in my right hand to make myself cum from just fingers. I use my left to hold my pants and panties out of the way. The runner seems to be getting close to cumming. I don't want him to yet. I want to cum with him but I'm only about halfway there. He switched hands one more time, pumping his (curved!) cock so fast his hand is almost a blur. I decide to wait for my own orgasm. I take my hand out of my panties and raise my fingers to my nose. I don't like my taste but the scent of my juices is always an indicator of how turned on I am or if I've already cum. I watch as the runner hunches over slightly and the first rope of thick white cum spurts out of his cock. It'd take an earthquake to get me to move now. I'm leaning very slightly forward, my eyes wide and still on his cock. Another spurt, then another and another jet out of his cock. After four hard spurts, one last, milder one dribbles from the head of his cock. I keep watching as he brings his right hand to his mouth and licks his own cum off his fingers. I think it's a little odd but still convenient cleanup. As he bends down to pull his shorts back up, I see the sun gleam slightly on the puddle of cum he's left on the bridge. As he's pulling his shorts up and adjusting everything, I ease out of the bushes and walk as quietly as possible back the way I'd come. When I see him start off in the direction he'd been going, I turn and walk/jog in the opposite direction. His route is longer than mine and I think, if I hurry, I can get back to the parking lot before he does. I don't think I'd ever walked that fast. I was practically jogging! I'm so out of breath when I get back to the parking lot I'm starting to see spots in front of my eyes. I've got a stitch in my side that's almost doubling me over and my hands, elbow, and knee are stinging like mad from the sweat running into the scrapes. But it worked! I made it back before the runner did. I manage to hurry over to my car and dig around for a minute, losing precious time, managing to find a pen and an old fast food napkin in my glove box. I take a few extra seconds to make my note legible; if he can't read it then all my effort will be wasted. --What I saw on the bridge today intrigued me. I'm interested if you might be. This is my email ______. Ok, I think that's good enough to get his attention. I look up just in time to see him coming into sight from the trail. I've shut my car door already so I run to hide behind the wooden slats that conceal the door to the ladies room. I cross my fingers and hope he uses the restroom before he leaves. I have a minute to worry as he opens his car door and reaches inside. I'm peering through the slats, thankful there's no one else around. I'd rather not be turned in as a possible stalker. I'm relieved when he just opens a cooler and takes out a bottle of water. He drinks half of it in one swig then turns to head to the men's room. I back up so my feet won't be as noticeable. The slats of the concealing divider leave almost a foot of empty space at the bottom. I hear the men's room door open and start to swing closed. I run out as fast as I can, something I never do. I lift the windshield wiper on the driver's side, place the napkin under it and lower the wiper to hold my note in place. I run back to my car and get in, closing the door as quietly as possible. Ms. Peacock has very darkly tinted windows, almost limousine dark, so I'm confident I can see the runner but he can't see me. I've parked my car facing the restrooms on one side of the lot. He's parked his car facing the road, the opposite direction. I watch as he exits the men's room and twist in my seat to watch him walk to his car. I see a look of annoyance cross his features and know a moment of trepidation. He may think my note is just another religious flyer. When he reaches for the napkin I see a look of confused interest on his face. I start to breathe again. Interest is good. He lifts the wiper, picks up the napkin, and I watch as he starts to look a little embarrassed. He looks up and glances around the parking lot, obviously looking for the person who left the note. I shove my fist into my mouth and start chewing on my knuckles. I don't want him to see me. Thankfully, his gaze doesn't even pause on my car as he scans the area. I start to tremble as he rereads my note. I start to fear that he'll think some loony wrote it and just toss it in the trash. The relief that washes through me when I see him fold it and get in his car with it almost makes me weak. He starts his car and I watch as the convertible top goes down. The day has warmed up quite a bit so riding with the top down won't be cold at all. I can barely make out some kind of duffel bag in the other seat. He reads the note one more time then puts it in a side pocket of the duffel. He backs his little Mazda out of the space, drives down the lot, waits for traffic, and turns left onto the road. I watch his car till it's gone, only then starting my 'vette, driving down the lot, and turning right onto the road. I'm going to check my email as soon as I get home. Part two: I turn on my laptop and go straight to my email. I have no idea how far away the runner lives, if he was going straight home from the trail, if he was going to work, if he had other things to do first; but I wanted to check right away just in case. I don't see any unfamiliar addresses in my inbox so I check my spam. Again, nothing I didn't recognize. I try not to be disappointed because it's only been fifteen minutes since I'd left the trail. I look at the time on the screen: 4pm. Today is Tuesday so I didn't have classes. I'd planned to go to the trail this afternoon to be outside on such a nice day. As a teacher, the only times I usually get to be outside are either very cold over the Christmas break or very hot on the summer break. Spring break is just not long enough to enjoy much of it outside. The Runner I decide to give the runner a few hours to contact me. I feed the cats, take a shower and decide to go out to eat. I feel like I need protein so I go to the local Colton's steakhouse. I'm undecided on what I want. I'm only a little hungry, mostly because my stomach is already full of butterflies. I know I should eat something but I'm anticipating the runner contacting me and am almost nervous. I order a small steak and mashed taters. The waitress brings me some rolls while I wait. I take the time to look around the restaurant. All I see are couples and families. It reminds me why I hate eating out alone. Even though I'm mostly content with my life the way it is, besides not having sex with someone besides myself or something with batteries, I sometimes feel inadequate that I haven't even had a serious relationship in almost twelve years of dating. I'd rather live with just my cats but that doesn't mean I want to be celibate for the rest of my life. My order arrives. I've been dwelling on my self pity. It's not really intentional but I need to finish. If I try to just stop, it will come back later and I'll have to dwell on it longer. As I cut my steak and methodically eat my supper I think of past family gatherings. My cousins in my age group always seemed to have a new boyfriend or girlfriend that they liked to talk about in our teen years. They were all engaged by the time they were twenty or so and married a year or so later. Most of them have kids or planning on them. Every time I go to those family gatherings I have to avoid questions on the subjects of my marriage and kids. They're getting worse every time. It's become easier to make my excuses and just not go. No one understands my decision to just have, at most, a steady, but casual, boyfriend. No one I've told about my decision to one day have kids on my own, without a husband, understands that either. By the time I finish my meal and the waitress brings my check I've finished my little pity party and it's almost 7pm. I pay my bill at the register and decide to give the runner a little more time. I don't want to go home yet though so I decide to go downtown to a little shop to buy some new lingerie. The shop closes at 7:30 so I have to hurry my browsing, something I don't really like to do but this time I see what I want after just a few minutes of looking. It's marked down 75% because it's a winter style and the shop is trying to make room for the spring styles. I take it off the rack and just admire it for a minute. I check the size. It'll fit. I take it up to the counter, pay, and go back out to the 'vette. The shopkeeper locks the door behind me. I take my time driving home, drawing out the anticipation. I pull Ms. Peacock into the garage and take my new nightie into my house, pushing the button that lowers the garage door as I go in. I go to my bedroom, take off the light jacket, heels, long gypsy skirt and long sleeved peasant blouse I'd worn to my dinner. I wasn't wearing panties or a bra. I'd been thinking about watching the runner on the bridge as I'd dressed earlier and was feeling a little sexy and a lot turned on. I took the nightie out of the little paper bag the saleslady had put it in. It's a baby doll style, snug across my breasts and falling loosely underneath them. It's barely long enough to cover my ass. It's white with satin triangle cups, a tied halter neck, and sheer mesh under the cups. It has snug elastic under my breasts for a little support and a handkerchief hem, coming to points in the front and back. I put on the matching satin g-string and walk across my bedroom, watching myself in the full length mirror on the back of the closed door of my en-suite bathroom. There's nothing 'frumpy' about the way I look tonight. It's almost 8:30 by this time so I sit at my desk and touch the touchpad on my laptop, making the screen come back to life. I'd closed the windows before my shower so I clicked on the internet icon, waited for the window to come up, and clicked on my email. I opened the inbox. There was a message from Clairise and one from an unfamiliar source. The subject line contains a simple 'hello.' I feel the butterflies in my stomach double in size and triple in number. Oh my god, he actually emailed me! I clicked the subject to open the message, take a deep breath, and read the two short sentences. --Hey there, I hope you like what you saw. You've seen me and mine lol...tell me about you and yours. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. His note is short and to the point but at least he was interested enough to contact me. I realize that I didn't even have time to write in my little note today whether I was a man or woman so I hit reply to send him a detailed description of myself. Letting him know that I definitely am a woman. The screen changes and I start to type. --Hey, yourself. I did like what I saw, very much. To describe myself, my name is Dorothy but only my mom calls me that. Dottie is what I prefer. I'm 5 feet 6 inches tall. I have dark brown hair that reaches my waist. My eyes are mostly green with a few brown flecks. I wear glasses with transitions lenses. My skin is a little fair but I tan easily thanks to a Native American grandfather. My breasts are a size 36C and my waist is a size 13. To put that into more male terms, my waist is about 34 inches. I have a little bit of a belly and my hips would make a nice handful. My thighs brush together when I walk but they're soft. My entire body is soft. Today was a rare occurrence but I'm very glad I went to the trail. I keep a schoolteachers hours so evenings and nights will be when I check my messages. If my description of myself is of the type of woman you might be interested in, let's meet in person. I'll let you decide where. I reread my message. It lets him know I'm interested and that I'm not a little skinny stick of a thing. If that's the type of woman he's looking for then I've given him the opportunity to tell me some reason he can't meet me. If he doesn't mind a curvy woman then I'm hoping he'll meet me. Watching him stroke his cock today on the bridge has made me more horny than I've been in a long time. Just sitting here remembering is making my pussy tingle. I don't want to finger myself tonight though. I want to wait to orgasm until I've got the runner underneath me. I close the windows on my laptop, close it, and go to my bed to slide between black satin sheets. I go to work the next day, managing to keep my excitement from showing to my coworkers. I give a scheduled test to my American lit class. I try to hurry through it. I want the day to be over so I can get to my email. The students are all finished a few minutes before class is officially over so I gather up the last group of tests, put them in my briefcase to take home for grading, and hurry out of my room, barely taking time to lock the door as I go to my car. I break the speed limit during the fifteen minute drive across town. I press the button on the garage door opener and drive the 'vette inside. I hurry into the house and make quick work of feeding the cats. I do my usual evening routine, taking off my suit jacket, heels, hose, and garter belt. I put a personal pizza in the oven and go to my laptop, opening it, typing in the password, and connecting to the internet. I take off my blouse as I wait and go to the bathroom to turn on the bathtub. I click the internet icon, and when they come up I click the email, then inbox buttons. I see another message from him! I click on the subject line to open it. When I see the message I start to realize that the runner is a man of few words. --I'd like to meet you. How about the parking lot of the trail? You decide when. A short and to the point message. I look at the time it was sent. Just two hours ago. I'll send him a reply, eat my supper, and grade my 10am class's tests. My tests consist of matching, fill in the blank and one short answer question. They don't take very long to grade. I move the mouse to click on the reply button. --Are you free Friday night from about 7pm? And the rest of the night? I hit send just as I hear the timer on my oven ding, indicating my pizza is done. I leave my laptop open and go into the bathroom to turn off the water. I dribble some magnolia scented oil into the water and light a few magnolia scented candles. By the time I finish eating my bathroom should be filled with the scent of magnolia blossoms. I make quick work of the pizza. It's four meat and I'd forgotten to pick off the pepperonis before I cooked it so I do that when I take it out of the oven, tossing them out the back door to my cats. I take out my pizza roller, cut my pizza into four pieces, and sit down at my kitchen table. I take out the test papers from my briefcase and grade as I eat. These are the midterm tests so I have my key handy just in case I forget the answer to a question, which is very unlikely. By the time I've finished my pizza I've got my first class's graded. I throw my paper plate in the trash, leave the papers on the table, and walk back to my bedroom. The screen on my computer is dark so I touch the touchpad to bring it to life. No new messages yet. Damn. I take off my bra, suit skirt, and panties, tossing them into the hamper with my suit jacket and blouse. I'd left the nightie I wore last night draped across my unmade bed. I'll wear it again tonight. I walk naked into the bathroom, turn my radio onto a mixed rock station and step into the water as Ina Kamoze starts singing about the hot stepper. My tub is slightly sunken, has a step so I can get over the side more easily, and is big enough for two people to fit comfortably. I settle into the hot water and lean my head back against my little inflatable pillow. I sit for a while, listening to the radio and replaying the events of yesterday afternoon in my mind. I shake off my reverie and take the washrag and bar soap off the side of the tub, place the soap in the middle of the washrag, and rub up a good lather. I take my time washing my body, enjoying the rough feel of the terrycloth against my skin. I finish washing my body, pull the plug on the drain, and step out onto my dark red bath mat. I walk over to my shower stall, turn on and adjust the temperature, and close the door behind me as I get in to wash my hair. I don't delay any longer. I step out, wrap a towel around my hair, another around my body, and go to sit at my computer. I have a new message. I click on my inbox and see that it's from the runner. I open it. It's another short message. --All night. I hit reply and send him a message that will let him know without a doubt that I'm interested in a sexual encounter. --Are you prepared to let me be in control? And let me do whatever I want? You can give me a safe word but unless you say it I'm going to do anything I want. Up to and including a little pain. Can you handle that? I hit send and look at the time. I've got to get the test papers graded tomorrow and it's 10pm already. I didn't realize how fast the time had gotten away from me. I take the towel off my hair and rub it dry enough that it won't drip. I change my mind and don't bother with the nightie. I slide between my satin sheets completely naked. I revel in the feel of the slick satin sliding across my skin. It's almost decadent. I fall asleep and dream of things I want to do to the runner. My last waking thought is: 'I still don't know his name.' I spend my Thursday grading tests, doing what little laundry and small household cleaning I have, and trying not to open my computer too soon. I worry a little about the runners response to my wanting to be in control. Some men are not comfortable with giving up control to a woman. About 4pm I can't stand the wait any longer. I have to see if he's left a message. I open my laptop, connect, and go straight to my email inbox. He's sent another message! When I open it I see the short and to the point message I've come to expect. --I'm prepared to let you take full control. I'm sure I can handle all you got. Hitting reply for the last time I type my response. --Then meet me in the parking lot of the main entrance to the trail at 7pm Friday evening. You can follow me to my house. I hit send, close the windows on the screen, and shut the computer. I think about his choice of words; 'take control' instead of 'have control.' That opens up a lot more possibilities. The pain I'd actually been talking about was my nails digging into that juicy ass and maybe a bite on his shoulder. When he wrote 'take control' I started to think that he'd try to be in control at first but I'd have to do something to him to make him do what I want. The next day is Friday. It's even more difficult to disguise my anticipation than Wednesday. I have to be at work at 9am for office hours. Not many students ever take advantage of this time so I usually use it to organize my thoughts about whatever discussion over whichever book the students are supposed to have read. Since poetry is over, I'll put them in groups to discuss the latest reading assignment. I don't have to try to lecture the whole class period that way. I make it through the day, leaving as soon as I get my things gathered up. Love Shack comes on the radio as I wait in the line of vehicles headed off campus. I'm almost giddy from anticipating tonight. For some reason, I'm not worried that the runner won't show. It's 4:30 by the time I get home. I don't have much time. I feed the cats, take a few chicken strips out of the freezer, put them in the oven to cook and run to my bedroom to strip off my pant suit. Even though I hurry through a shower and shaving, it's 5:15 by the time I'm done. I towel off and go to stand in front of my closet. I have no idea what to wear. I walk back to the kitchen and make quick work of the chicken strips while I think. I want to look sexy but not too easy. Even though he already knows I'm a sure thing I don't want to look like a street walker. I go back to my closet and get one of my tops with minimal support. Men always like it when a woman goes without a bra. This one is white, spaghetti strapped, the cups are little triangles, and the bottom part of it is in the loose baby doll style that hides my belly. I debate on whether to wear jeans or one of my long gypsy skirts. I settle on a skirt, but not one of my long ones. The one I finally pick out is light blue with a few little silver spangles on the front and only comes a little past mid thigh. I don't bother with panties and slip on a pair of sandals with low heels that lit up. I brush my hair out, leave it down, and don't bother with make-up. I check the time, 6:50. Oh my god I don't want to be late! I almost run out to Ms. Peacock, barely giving the garage door time to open before I'm backing out, pushing the button on the remote to close the garage door again, and speeding down the street. The usual time it takes me to get to the trail from my house is fifteen minutes. I make it in eleven this time. I see the little black Mazda as soon as the parking lot comes into sight. It's parked in almost the same spot as before. I pull up on his passenger side and kill the motor. I watch as he gets out of his car and walks around to my door, opening it for me. "Hello," he says. "Hi," I say as I get out of my car. I offer him my hand, saying "I'm Dottie..." He takes my hand and uses it to pull me to him. He wraps his arms around my waist as he starts to kiss me with so much pent up passion I have to wonder if he's been without a woman for a while. Maybe this is just the way he kisses and I'm the one who's about to drown in desire. I come to my senses briefly, saying "I don't even know your name yet." "Jason," he says after a few seconds thought. I smile, thinking that I've already made him almost forget his own name. "Well, Jason," I tell him, "it's fitting that we should meet on Friday the 13th. But I don't think we need to fuck right here in the parking lot. Follow me to my house." "Ok," he says, sounding a little out of breath. He slowly releases me to walk back around to the drivers side of his car. I get back in my 'vette, start it, and head out of the parking lot. I make it home in ten minutes this time, Jason right on my tail. I pull into the garage, leaving the door and the house door open so he can come in. I hear him pull his car up beside mine in the double garage, the garage door close and the house door close as I walk quickly to my bedroom. I've barely slipped out of my sandals when I hear the bedroom door close behind me. Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him. I read his intent in his eyes a second before he lowers his mouth to mine in an easy kiss. It feels like he's exploring my taste, just barely dipping his tongue into my mouth. Almost hesitantly, I reach out with my own tongue to brush against his. That seems to flip a switch in him. He's no longer just tasting me; now it seems like he wants to eat me alive. He turns me around so my back is to the door, sliding his hands down my arms to my wrists, raising them above my head and pinning both with one hand. I start to struggle. I'd planned on being in charge and I thought he understood and accepted that. I realized then I really would have to take control. He wasn't going to give it up easily. I try to take my wrists our of the prison of his hand but only succeed in making him push his body against mine, pinning me more securely against the door. My lips feel almost bruised, he's kissing me so hard. He finally takes his right hand away from my wrists to join his left in kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples, hard. I feel myself getting wet despite myself. I try to push his shoulders but it's about as useful as trying to move a wall. Jason's about 5 or 6 inches taller than my own 5'6" and has the broad shoulders a man is supposed to have. My brain is oddly able to appreciate this yummy fact while I struggle to gain the upper hand. After many long minutes he finally takes his mouth off mine. I'm relieved and disappointed at the same time. My disappointment turns to almost painful pleasure as his mouth replaces his right hand at my breasts. His right hand goes to my skirt, reaching inside the waistband and searching downward towards my pussy. I can't help but spread my legs in invitation. As his mouth sucks and bites at my nipples, he pushes two fingers inside my, by now, dripping wet pussy and brushes his thumb over my pierced clit. It's almost enough to make me cum but that's not what I want. If I cum now, I won't be able to later. He's had to shift his body a little away from mine to be able to bend down and nibble my nipples. It put just a few inches of space between our bodies. I use the opportunity to gain leverage for my hands to shove him a few more inches away from me. He's distracted by my breasts and pussy or it wouldn't have worked. I act fast so he won't have time to prepare or defend himself. I shift my weight to my left foot, raise my right, and slam my right knee into his balls with every bit of strength I have. He grabs himself with both hands, almost doubling over as air rushes out of his lungs. I can hear him struggle to just breathe as he leans a shoulder against mine. "I told you I was going to be in control. You tried to not let me be so I had to give you a lesson. Are you ready to let me be in control now?" I feel him nod. "Good. I want you to take off your shirt and go lay in my bed on your belly. I want to touch you." He obeys, walking a little stiffly. He's already taken his shoes off somewhere. He sits on the edge of my bed and takes off his dark blue t-shirt. I see a bulge in his jeans. Even after what I did to him, which must have hurt like hell, he's still hard. I'm surprised but pleased. He stretches out on his belly in the middle of my bed. I take furry handcuffs out of my bedside drawer and click them around his wrists and my headboard. He doesn't protest. The Runner My headboard is made of horizontal bars about three inches apart. I cuff each of his wrists to a different one. I plan to make him turn over soon and don't want to undo the cuffs. This way they can just slide along the bars. I climb up onto my bed and straddle his thighs. "I told you I wanted to be in control. I want to do what I want and you said you were ok with that. And what I want now is to do what I've thought about for four days, ever since I watched you run past me on the trail." "Yes, mistress," he says, making me smile. "That's much better," I tell him. I lean forward and touch his shoulders very lightly with just the tips of my fingers. If he likes it, fine, but this encounter is about me and what I want to do. I trail my fingers across the breadth of his freckled shoulders and down his back, just dipping them inside the waist of his jeans. I flatten my palms and stroke them upward, back to his shoulders, and start to give him an impromptu massage. I've always liked doing this, lightly kneading my palms and fingers into the muscles of a man's back while I straddle his ass or thighs. I love the feel of a man underneath me, between my legs. "I'm not usually one for violence," I tell him. "The pain I mentioned in my emails I intended to inflict with light scratches and maybe bites. Not many men like that so I had to ask to see if you would. But when you tried to take over I had to stop you. We'd agreed that I would be in control so I just made sure I was going to be. I must admit that I was very surprised that you stayed hard after I kneed you. I've had to do that for defense once and the guy wilted quickly. I'm glad you didn't. I want you to be hard for me. I want you to stay hard for me for a while. But now I want you to turn over." He complies, turning onto his back as I help slide the cuffs around. I'm straddling his jeans covered cock now. My skirt fell to the floor when Jason pushed his hand into the waistband. I'm not wearing panties so I rub my pussy over the bulge in the front of his jeans. I can feel my juices seeping out of me and dampening the soft denim. I lean down for a kiss, an easy one this time. Pulling my lips free from his, I scrape his bottom one between my teeth as I move my mouth down his neck and chest. I flick my tongue over a nipple, taking it between my teeth for a light bite when it hardens. I only play with his nipples briefly. I trail my open mouth down his belly, running my palms down his sides at the same time. I pause at the waistband of his jeans, rolling my eyes up to look at him. From the way he's watching me, I can tell he's having to fight to not cum. I slide my hands from his sides to his jeans button, my thumbs just underneath the denim. I'm moving slowly, drawing out the anticipation. I pop the button with my fingers, use my tongue to raise the little tab on the zipper, take it in my teeth, and very slowly draw it down. I keep my green eyes on his blue ones the whole time. He's fighting so hard not to cum, he can't watch what I'm doing anymore. He closes his eyes and leans his head back as I reach inside his jeans and gently free him. I have to keep my right hand under it to raise it to my lips. Jason's cock has a very pronounced upward curve. Because of it, I won't be able to take as much into my mouth from this position. I'm in no hurry. I don't often like to suck cock but this time I want to. I slide my lips from the root to the tip, hearing him draw in a hissing breath and the rattle of the cuffs. I watch what I'm doing now, trailing the tip of my tongue down the path my lips went up. I slide my tongue back up, using it's entire width to lick as much of the underside of his cock as possible. I flick the tip on the underside of the head, right where the helmet meets the shaft. I feel a dribble of precum leak out and trickle down the front. I take my mouth off his cock for a second, using the precum that's still leaking out as lubricant for my hand to stroke him a few times. I look at him again. He still has his eyes closed and an intense look of concentration on his face. He's grabbed the bars of the headboard that the cuffs are attached to. It's obvious he's fighting not to cum. I smile a little wickedly and bend down to suck as much of his cock as I can into the heat of my mouth. I hear him make a whimpering noise as his entire body stiffens. I can tell he's very close to cumming so I raise up, taking my mouth and hands off his cock. I brace a hand on each of his thighs as he opens his eyes to look at me, almost in desperation. "I told you I'd be in control," I tell him, trying to restrain a giggle. "I might have let you cum this time but after what you tried to do... You need to be punished, and your punishment is to not be allowed to cum until I'm done playing with you." "But..." "No 'buts'. I'm going to do what I want, something you agreed to. No more talking. This is not the time for talk." "Yes, mistress." I smile and take hold of his jeans. I pull them off with a little help from him. When they slide off his feet, I place my hands on his ankles and run my hands up his legs. I feel the muscles that running has put there. I slide my hands all the way up his body, fingers spread wide, but I only allow my thumbs the briefest brush with the hairless skin of his balls. I like that he was considerate enough to shave them. I don't like hair in my food. I move my body up to be straddling his cock. I raise up on my knees and make sure he's watching as I take the bottom hem of my top and slowly draw it up and over my head. He gets an almost pained look on his face. I smile at that; I know he's fighting again not to cum. I feel him raise his hips underneath me. His cock is searching for the entrance to my pussy. I lower myself slightly, not allowing him to penetrate me. I rub my pussy's wetness up and down the length of him for several minutes, rubbing my pierced clit on him and enjoying the feel of his body underneath mine. Gradually, I allow his cock to slip inside me as my pussy reaches the tip and I start to slide back down. I'll let just the head slip inside then raise back up to slide my pussy back down the length. The next stroke, he'll try to raise his hips to slide more of his cock into me. I'll let him get about halfway in for a second then raise back up and off him. He's looking at me almost desperately. I know he needs to cum. I've been teasing him so much that my pussy is almost dripping, making it easier for him to slide into me. The curve of his cock is almost working against him. He has to raise his more to try to get the tip inside me. I've been teasing him like this for a while when I suddenly sink down all the way onto his cock. I watch as his jaw drops and his eyes almost roll back into his head. The muscles bulge in his arms as he grabs the bars of my headboard in a death grip. He thrusts his hips and I meet them a few times but when his breath starts to catch and his thrusts start to speed, he tells me he's about to cum. I don't want that so the next time he thrusts his hips upward I raise mine, lifting my pussy completely off his cock. He gives me that desperate 'O my god, why did you do that!' look again as he draws his legs up, almost as if he's in pain. I did warn him there might be some of that. This, however, is probably not the type he was thinking about. I'm enjoying myself though, so I keep teasing him. I always raise up off him at the last second. I lost track of time (a few minutes? a few hours?) ago so I have no idea how long I tease him. I just know I'm enjoying myself immensely. I finally get so worked up myself that I have to cum. I raise up off his cock one last time and reach up to uncuff him. He grabs my hips in both hands and rolls me over, entering me in one quick thrust. I wrap my legs around his as he keeps up an almost frantic pace. I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back and ass. I'm so close. Just a few more thrusts. He leans down for a kiss, rough this time. I can't keep my lips on his very long. I feel the tension building in my pussy. I'm sure I'm making some kind of noise but I've lost control of my body so I have no idea how loud I am. My mouth has found his shoulder and as my orgasm crashes into me, I bite. I think the feel of my pussy walls contracting around his cock is what sends Jason over the edge. His groans are as loud as I was as he shoves himself into me one last time and closes his eyes to shudder with the force of his own orgasm. He collapses on top of me and rolls off to lay by my left side. "Wow," he says after several minutes have passes with both of us just lying there staring at the ceiling and recovering. "I think that's the most intense orgasm I've ever had." "I've never tied a man up before," I tell him. "The cuffs are left from the times I've been restrained." I raise up on my left elbow as he turns his head to look at me. "I wanted to be in control this time cause I never have. I liked it." I glance over at the alarm clock sitting on my dresser across the room. O my god, it's almost one in the morning. "I liked it for almost six hours. Wow." "I should go before things get awkward." "I'd like to invite you to stay but you're right, things might be awkward later." He sits up on the edge of the bed and I scoot around him to pick up the towel I'd left in the floor for clean-up. I clean the leftovers from my pussy with one end of the towel then use the other end to gently clean them off his cock. He leans in to give me a kiss. It's another easy one with minimal tongue. I pull away and stand to take the towel to the hamper as he gathers up his clothes and puts them back on. I sit on the edge of my bed and watch him finish dressing. He glances around my room, checking to see if he's left anything, and sees the notepad and pen I keep on my bedside table with my phone charger. He walks over and writes something, tearing off the page and handing it to me. "This is my number. Call if you would like to see me again. If not... I will always remember a wonderful night with a lovely lady." I take the paper, looking at him instead of it, and stand to wrap my arms around his shoulders and draw him down for a parting kiss. This one is different from the others. Not rough but not exploring either. This is the kiss of two people who have become familiar with each other and each knows what the other likes. He pulls away first turning to open my bedroom door. I follow him through my house. He's left his shoes beside the door to the garage. He slides them on without untying the laces and opens the door. With one final, swift kiss, he turns away and walks out to his car. I reach up to press the button beside the door that opens the garage door. He starts the little Mazda and backs it down my driveway, turning left to drive down the street. I press the garage door button again, close the inside door, walk back to my bedroom, and only then look at what he's written. Just his name and number but I think to myself, as I turn off my bedside lamp and climb into bed: 'I think he'll be someone worth knowing better.' The Runner Nadia twirled the black pod of her armchair until her naked legs were spread to the entire city. Her fingers dug between her thighs, too feverish in her desire to care if anyone could see her. In fact, she hoped someone was watching, and getting off on her athletic body; naked, but for the clip in her platinum bob, and spread on the black leather. Two fingers slid quickly in and out of her. The other hand patted her clitoris, tickled it, rubbed it. Begged it. "Motherfucker," she burst. But in frustration. Folding her arms and swinging the chair side-to-side, she glared at the uncaring dawn. How she hated Sundays. The day of the dead. She licked wet fingers and decided to defer her ritual 'city-fuck'. Perhaps a run would scratch her itch. It was a cool and quiet autumnal morning. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, Nadia was glad to be running, letting her lungs, heart and unresolved sexual tension propel her toward the park. A personal trainer told her, once, that a good long-distance runner: "Runs like a Rolls-Royce, never a Ferrari." But at times like this, alone in the park, she was all sports car. She powered along, heady with the sensation of firing on all cylinders, of being well made and perfectly tuned. Nadia didn't see them until it was too late. Three large guys, still high from their Saturday night. Hooded, grizzled and stale. One ran toward her, eyes all-white with crazed lust, his tongue curled out and waggling. She swerved to avoid him and ran straight into the arms of the other two, wrapping strong limbs around her and dragging her into a bush. Nadia was not a helpless female. She swung her head back and cracked it on the nose of one man, let out a series of quick screams for help, and rammed her foot into the crotch of the fast approaching crazy-eye. But one lone woman cannot defeat three chemically fuelled, fully-grown men. They laughed off their pain, and gripped her tighter. The two smothered her again and grappled her to the ground, lying on top of her, while the third clawed at her leggings. Then he disappeared. Suddenly yanked backwards, the clawing man flew off Nadia's legs as if tied to a bungee cord. A huge shadow blurred over them, and the other two disappeared as well. Then the shadow loomed over her. A hand appeared. "Are you ok?" Deep and earthy. Like a tree talking. Nadia jerked away. He was the largest man she'd ever seen, another jogger. He apologised and pulled his hood off his head, revealing what looked ridiculously like an action hero. All strong chin, broken nose and slanted sparkling eyes. He offered Nadia his hand again and smiled. He had a sad smile, worn for gentleness not for happiness. It comforted her. She took his hand and stood up. "Assholes!" she shouted at the men, who were still skulking off, slowly. They looked back over their shoulders, not even caring enough to run. The giant shook his head. "Ignore them, waste of space. Are you ok that's the important thing." Nadia looked down at herself, shook out her limbs and shrugged. He shouted at the skulkers, "Next time I see you, you're nicked!" They started running. This made Nadia laugh and the man rolled his eyes, plugged headphones back into his ears and flipped up his hood. He winked and started running in the opposite direction. She was by his side in two bounds. His name was Adam and they spent the next half hour trotting around the park, though it seemed he wasn't big on talking. This suited Nadia fine, she just enjoyed the gentle-giant presence of him. He ran as if it was his natural mode of locomotion, fluid and effortless. A Rolls Royce. They headed out of the park and back toward her block. Talkative or not, she had to find out more about him. "So, you're a policeman?" He took out his headphones. "Yes ma'am. Well, I was. Until last year. Retired now." Ma'am! "So I guess you're older than you look then." He couldn't have been out of his thirties yet, she guessed, a handful of years older than her. Adam smiled. "Health," he said, pointing to his ear. "Deaf in one ear. And PTSD. Pensioned off." He sighed at her confused face. "Police combat trainer. The guns. And some nasty stuff I had to deal with." Nadia didn't know what to say. PTSD. That might explain the sadness in his smile. "So... where do you live? What do you do?" She could see her block up ahead, her heart sank. Too soon! Again the sad smile. He shrugged. "I just run." Then they were outside her block. If it hadn't been for the concierge outside, greeting her, she may have run on and pretended she didn't live there. "Ok, this is me. Thanks so much for your help." Nadia stopped and put out her hand, he clasped it quickly, still running, and nodded politely. Like a gallant little bow. That was the clincher. "Want to come in for breakfast... or something?" she blurted. Adam stopped, looked at her and then back at the road, as if asking its permission. He shrugged. "Only if it's not too much trouble," he said. # He whistled as the lift doors opened straight into Nadia's apartment. She saw it through his eyes, all black marble and white furniture with its backdrop of the city, and felt a little embarrassed. Off the street, Adam seemed more threadbare and rain-washed. His trainers only held together by the laces. He looked... homeless. She pointed at a corridor while rummaging through her fridge. Not that there was much to rummage. All she had was eggs and champagne. "There's a shower down there, if you want, help yourself to towels. Umm, omelette ok?" Adam looked genuinely touched by her hospitality. Once she heard the bathroom door close, Nadia skipped to her room, pulling off her running gear with the intention of a quick dousing in her en- suite. However, the wall of obscured glass dividing the shower from her bedroom revealed his gigantic blurred form, turning around in the water jets right in front of her. He must have found her bathroom first. Nadia froze, clasping her t-shirt to her nakedness. She bit her lip, twisting her foot indecisively, nervously even. A sting of excitement made her wish she had persevered with her climax earlier. She could have used a cooler head, right now. Her feet headed, undeterred, to her own bathroom. Ears and cheeks prickling, Nadia pushed open the bathroom door and stepped into the steamy room. Adam smiled. Her stomach flipped. Such a sad smile. But such a great body. There was no fat on him, just muscle, bunched, bulged, and popping on every limb. As she took him in, he lowered his gaze and rinsed suds from his fat, dangling manhood. This didn't help her state of mind at all. She grabbed the soap and joined him under the hot spray. However, when she stroked her lathered hands down his back and over his hard arse, he took the soap from her. "I'm done," he said and she shivered under his devouring gaze, all politeness gone. He spun her round, strong slippery hands sliding down her back. She felt exquisitely exposed but utterly safe with this tender predator behind her, and her heart leapt as his hands encircled her waist. He lathered up her abdomen and soapily caressed her breasts. He stepped closer to her, pressing his mouth to her neck and she delighted at the grazing sensation of something hard and blunt at her bottom. She backed toward it, her body melting under his hands, her nipples tightening under his palms. He seemed in no hurry at all, the nudge of his cock notwithstanding, but she wanted more hardness pushed against her, into her. He backed away and she giggled, slithering around in his arms and casting an approving eye down at his well-proportioned club as it proudly bounced between them. Unable to reach his lips, even on tiptoes, she reached around his neck and tipped her face up to kiss. He stooped and pressed his mouth to hers, slipping one hand over her buttocks, the other down her stomach; deliciously cupping her underneath from back and front. She moaned in his mouth. His fingers swirled over her clit and anus and made her lift one leg, wrapping it around his hips. Earlier she couldn't cum, but as he worked his thick, strong digits around her now, she found herself biting back, trying to make it last. She reached down and took hold of his flushed cock. Almost defensively, Adam slid a finger into her and curled it precisely, as if flipping a secret switch she didn't even know she had. She cried out, screwing her eyes tight and the climax flooded out of her. He held her steady, focussing soapy fingers at the hood of her clit as she gave herself completely to his hands, up on one leg and gripping his hard-on for balance as she writhed on his fingers. As Nadia's orgasm ebbed, Adam kissed her, softened his touches and grabbed the showerhead. He rinsed her all over as she trembled, hyper-sensitised, under the spray. He stepped out first and grabbed a warm towel, drying her while he still dripped. "Ok?" he said, his chest heaving in a rare and bassy chuckle. Nadia was used to taking control of situations, used to being the boss, getting results. In front of this man, she felt small and meek; and today, just this once, she liked it. She swung the biggest eyes she could muster up at him and hoped her kindled need would show. "Hmm, I see..." he said, running the towel quickly over himself. "Looks like we're not done yet, eh?" He scooped her up in hard arms and carried her into the bedroom. To her surprise and delight, he walked past the bed and put her in the 'city-fuck' pod chair, spreading her legs and dropping like a bowing knight to his knee between them. She couldn't stop grinning as he contemplated her sex, deliciously drawing out the moment. She was glad she'd waxed recently, and squirmed for him, opened her knees as wide as she could, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair. His cock flexed and jumped, the only sign of his arousal, and all she needed. He softly stroked along her inner thighs and over smooth outer lips. His touch was so gentle it was almost tickling, his pale eyes utterly focussed on her. He slid her open and a twist of longing made her catch her breath. He pushed his thumbs deeper, sliding open her inner lips too, like the pages of a book. He sighed at her spread pinkness and she stroked his face, her fingers toying with the thought of grabbing that gorgeous head and yanking it to her. Her clitoris throbbed in the air between them, caressed only by breath as he drew near. She felt a trickle from inside, chilling as it rolled slowly between her bum cheeks. Adam's tongue curled out over his lip. At last, he pressed his lips to her bud, his rough chin lightly grazing the sensitive, spread, labia. Nadia sighed and he did it again, then again until his chin strung her wetness and she rocked her hips up to his lips. He slid his tongue deep into her, stirring it inside, and then played super-slicked games with her nub. She arched back in the chair, arms thrown behind her and legs pulled up and back. She clenched her teeth to hold off cumming, dug her nails in his hair, even curled her toes, but the minute he sucked her clitoris into him she squealed into orgasm. She ground her hips at his head, her eyes screwed shut, gasping, until it was so overwhelming she had to push him off. Opening her eyes found him wiping his hand across his mouth and staring hungrily at her hole. She leapt on him, pushed him back on the floor and dropped her hips onto his erection. Bracing herself on his stomach, she bounced and rolled on his member, staring at his stretched muscular form below him and desperate for him to burst in her. He glowered in concentration and held her hips, ramming into each of her down strokes and to her annoyance, she soon felt herself ready for another. Her entire sex had become so over eager with this man, what was going on? He sat up and kissed her nipples and this self-control was simply irritating. She wanted him frenzied and spurting inside her even when his lips and tongue just felt so good alongside his glorious cock. As she became un-coordinated, he curled his hands under her buttocks and quickened his deep, hard fucking, tossing her over the precipice into another climax. Lost to her body, all she could do was form soundless 'Oh's at the ceiling as she was juddered by unstoppable pummelling. He lay her back while she was still trembling and held her legs wide by the feet, taking a deep breath and building his strokes again. This was impossible. The charging bull of her last orgasm seemed to hesitate before it disappeared. Adam's bucking pace picked up; the climax reared its head and charged back at her. He hammered; Nadia screamed and felt her body rent by the largest climax of her life, a roiling tsunami of deep, intense pleasure. When she opened her eyes again to this mad hero, his body shone as if oiled. He raised an eyebrow as if to say, "all done?" She shivered and pulled off him, curling down between her floppy legs and taking his slippery meat in her hand. She looked up at him, lapped a flat tongue over its saltiness, and squeezed his balls. It was her turn. He owed her. She wanted him to explode. Now. But all she got was another sad smile. # One year before, an overweight, recently pensioned, ex-policeman was running home from the gym. He had never felt happier. The police pay-off meant he wouldn't have to work again, it was his tenth wedding anniversary, he had a beautiful wife that clearly loved him, and he was going to get back early and fill the bathroom with candles for her. Then he was going to make love to her, with every part of him. He was going to do all her favourite things, make her cum a dozen times, then who knows? This year she might put aside her squeamishness... do him like she had on their honeymoon, properly. All the way. This morning she had said he was looking good, losing the fat. She said he looked, "Good enough to eat." He shivered in anticipation. He was only dimly aware of the closed lounge curtains as he poised his key at the lock, but jolted at the sudden male voice barking, "Baby, I'm cumming!" It came from inside, from his lounge. He peered through a gap in the curtains and dropped the keys. In the middle of the room stood a muscular, naked man, arched up on his toes and lost in the spasms of orgasm. Knelt before him was Adam's wife. She was fully clothed and working her hands and mouth at the stranger's grunting thrusts, humming in muffled joy. Adam slumped. He looked down at his flabby belly, his box fresh trainers. He turned back to the street. And ran. The Runner and the Swamp Fox This is a Historical story about part of the Civil War fought in North Central Florida. While the most of the characters are imaginary, many are actual people from that era. These people may have or have not acted or thought in the way I have described their thoughts or actions. The character, Captain J.J.Dickison, CSA. was real and was actually more of a hero than I have described him. It was already near noon and he was still five or six miles from his home. He paused along the trail, hearing only silence. Pat hoped to get home before the afternoon chill of February caught up with him. It was cloudy to the Nor'west and looked like rain. His horse had pulled up lame that morning and Pat had been forced to leave his mount at a friend's plantation near the settlement of Eureka on the Ocklawaha River. He figured he could make better time on foot anyway. He was less wary of running with the rash of robberies and killings along this stretch of road. He scanned both sides of the road as he moved silently along. He had left his old Hawken 50 Caliber cap lock rifle with his horse and carried the saddle holsters around his neck. The two Colt 1860 Army Model revolvers in their saddle holsters hung around his neck and rode comfortably on his lower chest. In his hands was a coach gun, a short double-barreled shotgun, loaded with twin loads of 'buck and ball'( A .58 Caliber lead ball over nine OO buckshot.). He reached back and pulled the small 'possibles bag' around where could wiggle his hand inside and find the little leather pouch containing smoked and dried chopped venison, pecan nuts, cane syrup, and dried blueberries. Patrick worked some of the contents into a small ball. He pulled out the ball, about the size of a fifty eight caliber musket ball, and glanced at it. Good, no ants or maggots and it smelled good. Pat popped it in his mouth and chewed as he ran along. The road was merely two ruts through the grass. He ran in the grass between the ruts, checking for sign in the sand of each rut. A few deer tracks, coon, and possum tracks were all he saw. He stopped and stood still as he listened. He didn't hear a sound, no bird calls, no squirrels chattering. There were no woodpeckers hammering away, nothing. He didn't like it. He stepped off the trail and moved through the low brush along side the road. The canopy of trees closed over the road in this area and dead leaves obscured the two ruts in the road. He knew that a game trail paralleled the road for a while and then curved off to the west. He would follow it for a while. He chewed on the dried venison and berries and the flavors flooded his mouth. The cane syrup and spices mixed with the meat-fruit-nut combination removed most of the tartness of the berries and added to the flavor. The few dried red pepper pieces brought a smile to his face. He stopped and froze in place, listening. Nothing! He started to move forward when he heard the voice. "Come on Bill, less get da fuck outta here before we gets wet. Ain't nobody commin' or dey been heah awreaddy." "Yeah, dis ol' flint lock fowling piece ain't worth shit if it gets wet. If'n we hurries we kin beat de rain to da shack. Maybe we ketch someun tomorra." Pat's hands slowly raised the shotgun. He eased forward a little. Someone yelled. "Come on ya guys, we goin' home." "Yeah, good idea, lets gidoutta here." Pat heard the rustlings of the brush and made out two men pushing their way out into the road. More noise came from a few yards directly in front of him. He heard the low talking from the four men he saw walking down the road. Pat thought, damn, this was going to slow him down unless he followed the game trail when it curved west. It crossed the road from Orange Springs to Silver Springs in about a mile and a half. It was a better road on higher ground with rough bridges across the three creeks that flowed to the Ocklawaha River to the east. It would add about half an hour to his trip but at least he would not have to ford the three creeks and get his feet wet. He might get soaked through if the rains caught him. Pat moved quietly along the game trail. It was harder going than the road because the trail was narrow and the height of the cleared branches was low. This was a trail often used by wild cattle and it was a bit better than most game trails primarily used by deer sized animals. He could no longer hear the voices of the men on the road. Suddenly he was at the edge of a large area that had been recently been burned by wildfires. He looked to his right to see if the men on the road were visible. He saw no signs of them. To the left was an area of cultivated fields that offered little or no cover. Ahead was only a little cover. A few larger trees stood unharmed but all the underbrush was gone. Most of the fires were caused by lightning strikes. The fires would often burn for days before the next storm extinguished them. The trail was still visible and he hurried along it scanning all around as he went. He came to a major drainage ditch along the side of the field of old cotton. He moved quickly down into the ditch. There was no water in the bottom except in small puddles. He picked up his pace to a ground-eating run. His grandfather was a famous runner. He grinned as he thought of Grandpa Sean, his favorite older man. The old man, almost sixty, and with one artificial leg, could still out run a horse over a good distance. General Sean Patrick Murphy, CSA, Ambassador to the court of England was fighting to win support for the Confederate cause in that country. Pat wished he was with the old man but his orders from the patriarch of the family were to stay home and fight the Yankees here. Pat's father and mother were in Orange Springs. Now that the Yankees occupied St. Augustine they were helping Granny Molly run the family businesses there and throughout the South and the Caribbean. Molly Murphy was a force to be reckoned with in commerce through out that area. God only knew how many millions she was worth. He quit daydreaming and froze as a covey of Quail flushed away from him. That was a big mistake. He should have seen them in time to ease up on them so that they would run off rather than flush into the air. Pat stopped at another clump of weeds along the bank of the ditch. He carefully eased his head up through the weeds. He looked where he expected to see the four robbers on the road. There they were. The men were stopped, looking out across the fields. He guessed one of them had seen the covey frighten into the air. The men spoke together. Then they started walking along the road again. Pat watched as they passed a clump of brush. They bunched together when they came out from behind the brush. He looked more carefully at the clump of brush. He thought he detected a small movement. Perhaps it was a head turning; that was the impression he got. Moving only his eyes, he looked at the group walking away. Hey, there only three figures in the group now! He heard the faint thunder of a covey of quail flushing again fifty yards to his left. He heard the yip of a fox from two places and knew a pair of foxes were hunting the field. He watched as the observer behind the bushes stood and hurried after the other men. Pat stayed in the ditch until he reached the other side of the field. Reaching the end of the drainage ditch he was only a few yards from a farm road beside a windrow of trees. The road he was looking for was on the other side of the windrow. When he reached the road he looked carefully each way before stepping out at a slow run. When his legs limbered and loosened up again he increased the pace to a still easy lope. He stopped and took the straps attached to the bottom of the saddle holsters and passed them under and around his belt to keep them from flopping as he ran. He got another ball of meat and berries from his bag, and put it in his mouth as he scanned the area. Everything seemed fine so he resumed his run. Now he was thankful for the hours of running his grandfather had insisted he do at his side. He had been taught how to breathe correctly and how to put his mind outside his body and observe things from afar. The running was totally automatic and he could continue for hours if he slowed to a fast walk periodically. His body told him when to walk. His grandfather would only use the walk if the run was longer than ten miles. Pat was still running easily and was not contemplating a walk when he caught up to a farm wagon loaded with produce. Pat, the farmer, and the farmer's son greeted each other. He walked along side the wagon for a while and got some of the local gossip. The farmer offered him a ride. He declined and said he would just run on in to Orange Springs. The man said, "I know Miss Heidi will be glad to see ya. Things are a little scary for her with your Daddy off with the Ocklawaha Rangers and you off on business." "Yeah! Not many people will mess with Momma though, she will shoot a thief or someone messing with her as soon as look at him. She always hits what she is shooting at too." "Yes Sir, Pat, your momma is a beautiful woman with a backbone of solid steel. She is one of a kind, It ain't hard to believe she is a German Countess; she looks the part with that blonde hair. Is it true that your daddy found her starving in the woods where she had lived for months eating raw critters she caught?" "It sure is, they were only in their teens but momma says she knew the moment she saw Daddy that she would marry him. Hell, they were both still in their teens when they got married. Listen David, it was nice talkin' with you but I need to get going. See you later." The farmer looked at his son, "That family has the runnin'est men I ever heerd of, Grandpa, daddy, and son all run like deer. They watched as the man ahead of them disappeared around a slight bend in the road about a mile ahead. Pat reached up with his free hand and tried to ease the chaffing of the saddle holsters; he would have to get a belt holster and spare cylinder pouch and eliminate one revolver. Especially if he was doing any running. He still liked the extra firepower of the two pistols in a saddle holster on horse back. The twelve-gauge coach gun had been a family favorite for several generations now. The load of a 58 caliber ball and eight or nine 'double aught' buck shot was very effective at close range. At ten yards or more it was luck if you hit someone. At twenty feet that load would cut a man in half. He had never fired it at a man but he had shot a charging wild bull at close range. It stopped the 'yellerhammer' in his tracks. Pat grinned as he recalled his mother's expression when the angry bull slid to a stop at their feet. She had calmly looked at him and asked, "That is an Andalusian steer is it not?" "Yes Ma'am, it is a descendant of the cattle the Spaniards set free when they arrived in Florida almost three hundred years ago." She smiled gently at him and said, "Thank you Pat, that was an excellent shot. You waited very calmly until he was within effective range before you shot him. You remind me of the day your Daddy walked out in front of a group of charging black Seminole Indians with only a small pistol. He stood as calmly as if he was on the practice range, and killed six of the Indians. That was with an arrow in his shoulder. God, I was proud of him. He was only sixteen years old but he became a man that day." A tear ran down her cheek, then she looked at him and smiled, "I am still proud of your father and of you too son. You are both brave men." "I didn't have time to think about it Mother, I guess being cool in a tough spot runs in the family." "There is absolutely no doubt about that, Son, the Murphys and the Von Schmitts are very brave people. That makes you very, very brave. She laughed, "That means you are also very stubborn and always want to have everything your way." Pat saw the road to the family plantation and cut off the road on to an almost invisible trail. He slowed to a quiet jog as he neared the house. He stopped and observed the house from a clump of Saw Palmettos. The clump of brush was thick and dangerous if you didn't watch your step. The fronds had a saw blade edge that could cut through skin with ease and the base of the fronds had stiff needle like spines three to four inches long that were hazardous to anything they touched. Having been born and raised on the plantation, Pat knew every square inch of it, including the palmetto patch. He had personally cleared the path into the heart of the grove where the small clump of Cabbage Palms grew. The palms were much taller than the palmettos and you could stand hidden from view in the palms and observe the plantation house. There was a group of strange horses at the front hitch rail. He saw several men sitting on the front porch in the shade. He extracted his small telescope from his little 'possibles bag' and carefully focused on the group of men sitting on the porch. The men wore nondescript clothing. All wore wide brimmed hats. He didn't know any of them. Pat went carefully back out of the palmettos and slipped through the woods to where he could see the back of the house. He froze as he saw a man on the porch of the upper floor of the house. Damn, he had almost missed seeing him. The man was sitting in a chair leaning back against the wall. The man appeared to be asleep. His hat was pulled so low Pat couldn't see his eyes. Damn! The lookout on the upper porch could see anyone trying to cross the lawn stretching two hundred yards behind the house to the horse pasture. He could see a number of horses there. If he tried to get near the horses they would spook or run to him if they caught his scent. Damn, he needed to get to the house to find out what was going on. He could see that the man watching the back was not moving much if at all. Pat walked out in the open and lookout made no move. Pat walked at a normal pace to the house, when he was half way there he could no longer see the man on the upper porch. He walked alongside the porch to the back of the house and climbed up on the porch and over the railing. He peeked in the window to the kitchen and saw no one there. Pat slipped silently through the door. He listened carefully at the door to the Dining Room and heard nothing. His right hand slipped a Colt revolver from the saddle holster around his neck. He quickly checked the loads. All the percussion caps were in place and the lard protecting the front of the loads was undisturbed. He heard voices when he listened and was sure they came from the front parlor. He carefully pushed the door silently open just a hair. His body relaxed as he recognized a man sitting in the parlor. He grinned and gently pushed the door open and walked through the dinning room and stood at the door to the parlor, "Good afternoon Mother, and good day to you Captain Dickison. How are both of you today?" His mother stood gracefully and walked to him with her arms open, "Pat, welcome home son! We have been wondering where you were. The Captain has been expecting you." "I should have been here earlier but my horse pulled up lame and I came on from Eureka on foot. I have a message for you Captain. Palatka has been occupied by Federal troops. The 48th New York Infantry under a Colonel Barton with 500 men were dropped off by a large propeller driven transport last night. You are to join with Lt. Colonel Harris of the 4th Georgia Cavalry Regiment who should be headed for the Sweetwater Branch west of Palatka now, with 150 men." Dickison was a tall thin man with a craggy, weathered face. He wore a faded gray uniform tunic, a worn and sweat stained black hat and long gauntlets lay beside him on the couch. His sword and pistol were attached to his belt. His steely eyes watched Pat, "Lieutenant Murphy, it is good to see you again. Is the courier on his way back to Palatka?" "Yes, Sir! He left immediately after he passed the orders to me. I was about ready to leave when he showed up. He was a day and a half later than I was told to expect." "Lieutenant, I can use another officer, if you have no further assignment you will ride with me." "Sir, can I have ten minutes to change into my uniform and gather up my gear?" "We will leave in ten minutes, if you are not ready you can catch us we will be moving slowly, we have only about 12 miles to go this afternoon." The older man turned to Pat's mother, "Heidi, I will not get a chance to get home this time again, please tell my Mary that I love her and will see her when I can." Pat was half way up the stairs to his room. When he entered his rooms, he was not surprised to see his uniform on his bed with his saddle bags and bed roll. Pat kissed his mother and ran out the door to find a horse saddled and waiting for him. One of the stable hands said, "You gonna catch dem pretty quick Mista Pat deys only a hunnert yards up da road." Pat slapped the grinning man's hand as he kicked his mount in the ribs. He had no trouble catching up. His horse was fresh and eager to go. He rode up alongside the Captain and saluted. "Any particular orders for me Sir?" "Yes Lieutenant, Scout out ahead of us, you know this road better than any of us. I expect no trouble but you can't trust the Yanks to do what you expect them to do." Pat grinned and trotted ahead of the detachment of the 2nd Florida Cavalry, Company H. At dusk he was about to turn back and try to find his unit. As he turned he saw a horse beside the road ahead of him and turned back and rode towards it. As he neared the horse he saw someone hiding behind the horse. Unless he was very mistaken he was sure the person was a female. "Madam, if you are having difficulty with your mount I would gladly assist you. I assure you that I am an officer in the service of our country and I am a true gentleman. You have nothing to fear from me." A small red hat with white lace trim showed above the back of the horse. Beneath the hat appeared curl on curl of yellow hair and a pair of beautiful bright blue eyes. He saw a small pistol in a lace glove pointed at him. Pat said "Ma'am, it is almost dark and there is no place near we can find shelter. Please put your pistol down for now and I promise I will let you pick it up before I attempt to attack you." His smile was broad and disarming. She smiled back. "Do have something to make a shelter from?" "Yes Ma'am, I have two rubberized ground cloths that should shelter us. It may get pretty cold tonight. I suggest we move off the road so we do not encounter any army stragglers from either side moving on the road." He glanced around and saw a clump of trees a ways off of the road. He said, "it looks as if your mount is lame in the near front hoof. May I examine it?" She nodded. He found a split hoof. He didn't think the horse could support even a tiny rider like the girl who stood in front of him. He asked where she came from. She said Palatka. She said, "I was riding with my father when some shots were fired near us and my horse bolted and ran down the road and through some woods. When I got him stopped I didn't know which way to go. I rode for a while and he started limping." She pointed down the road, "I think Palatka is that way." He smiled gently at her, "No girl. You are almost a mile off of the road to Palatka. Do you live there?" "No. Not really." "All right Ma'am, it is time for us to find a place to camp for the night. I know you are not comfortable with that but you really don't have much choice. Let's walk slowly over this way towards those trees. Your horse seems to be able to get along fine now. He is limping some, but not too bad. It was nearly dark when he saw a dilapidated shed or lean-to. The palm frond roof was mostly gone, rotted away. He hurried to a nearby group of small palms and took his small camp ax and cut a dozen fronds off the trees. He quickly covered a small corner of the structure. The Runner and the Swamp Fox She helped him when she saw what he was trying to do. He tied the horses in a drainage ditch near the shelter. He built a tiny fire and kept a supply of dry wood at hand. He told her that if she needed to relieve herself she could have some privacy behind a clump of bushes. He told her it was best to do it while she could see because of the snakes. He smiled as she hurried off. He knew that the shelter would not be waterproof but it did keep the light wind away. He had her sit on a mat of palm fronds covered by a ground cover. He sat beside her. She was shivering already He had one blanket and put it around her. She smiled at him, "Thank you, kind Sir, I think we can share the blanket and stay warmer." She wanted to know his name. He laughed, "My name is Pat, what is yours?" "Mary Ann Barton, what is your whole name?" "Lieutenant Patrick Von Shmitt Murphy Confederate Army, at your service, Ma'am." "Wow! Where did you get a name like that?" "The same place everyone gets their names, from my parents. My father is a Murphy and my mother is a German Countess, Countess Heidi Von Shmitt of Prussia." "That makes you a Count doesn't it?" "I guess so, but what good is it in this country." "Did they meet in Europe?" "No her parents were killed by Indians over near St. Augustine and she survived in the woods for months by eating raw animals she killed with a stick. My father found her and they took her home and gave her a place to live. She claims the two of them fell in love at first sight. They are still madly in love." Pat felt Mary shiver and put his arm around her. "Is that better?" "Yes that is much warmer." Pat said, "It is going to get much colder , but first I have some pemmican if you want some, it fills you up and gives you energy to withstand the cold better. You might like it, it takes getting used to. It is only venison meat, smoked and dried. It is mixed with chopped pecan nuts, dried blueberries and cane syrup. I only know one way to eat it. Here put your hand in this bag and scoop out a small amount and roll it in your fingers to make a ball. Put it in your mouth and chew." He felt her moving for a moment then she whispered, Mmmm! That tastes pretty good. There is something spicy hot in there too." "Oh! I forgot to mention the dried red pepper flakes." "I want some more, Did you have some too?" "No, help yourself, I'll get some later." She ate some more. She snuggled up against his body and he put his arms around her. Much later she whispered, "I am nice and warm now in our nest." Pat whispered, "I found some rocks by the ditch and put them around our fire. The fire is out now so I moved a few of the hot rocks in with us." He felt her squeeze his arm and whisper, "You are a very resourceful man, Lieutenant Murphy." He turned toward her and his lips brushed her forehead. He pulled back. She looked up, "Thank you for the sweet kiss Patrick." He dropped his head and felt his lips touch her nose. He felt her little hand move behind his head and pull it down until their lips met. She pressed her tightly closed lips against his. She whispered, "That is for saving my life, I would have frozen to death. I thought Florida was supposed to be hot." "Most of the time it is hot here but you Yankees brought this cold with you." "I am not really a Yankee, I was born and raised near Jamestown, Virginia. Then the war started, Daddy is dead set against slavery, so we moved to New York. Momma died there a couple of months ago and I had no where to stay when Daddy got orders to the Carolinas, so I accompanied him. Then he was ordered to Palatka. We were looking for a small house to rent when my mount bolted." "Hey, I have been to my grandfather's plantation near Jamestown. It's called Murphy's Hundred." "Really, that is less than five miles from where we lived. I have been there many times. How long were you there?" "We were there many times, at least once or twice a year for a month or two. My Grandmother owns a steamship line and we would dock her steam Yacht at the big dock there. I had my own rooms there and my own horse and boat. We loved it there between spring and fall. That is when it can be miserable here." He paused for several moments with a finger over her lips. "Did you hear that?" "Yes, I heard someone talking loudly. Who could it be?" "I am going to stand up and look around, Pull the blanket and the ground cover back around you. I need to scout those people out. If I don't come back stay hidden until mid morning, then go to where I found you and head up the road until you come to a cross road. That is the Palatka to Hawthorn Road. Palatka is to the right 11 or 12 miles. If you need help, tell anyone you meet you are to engaged to Molly Elkton's Grandson and you need help to get to her. If you see anything with the name Elkton on it you can get help there. She pulled his face to hers, "Thank you Pat, I will not forget that." It seemed forever to Mary before she heard someone walking towards her. She heard her name whispered. "Pat? Is that you?" "Yes. Do you have any room in there for me?" "Oh! Yes, hurry, you must be cold. Who were those people? Did you find out?" "Yes, they are my unit. I talked with my commanding officer. We agreed that I have no choice but to return you to your father under a flag of truce. You must agree never to reveal to anyone what you learn about our forces. You can tell them nothing. Promise?" "Yes, I promise." "Good, I promise to tell no one what I see concerning the Federal troops while under the flag of truce. You have my word on that." As they spoke he was crawling in the nest beside her. She snuggled up to him trying to get him warm. He was enchanted by the way she smelled of violets. Their lips met in a long kiss. His lips parted slightly. Her lips parted too. She felt his tongue touch her lips, her tongue met his, tip to tip. He held her body to his and stopped shivering. She whispered, "I think I saw an Elkton Bank in Palatka. Does that belong to your Grandmother?" "Yes it does. You will also see an Elkton Trading Post and Steam Ship Lines too! Both sides in this war leave her property alone. She is a very powerful woman. My Grandparents are leaving England soon, he is the Ambassador to England from the Confederate States. My mother runs things when Granny is away so I will hear any news of you very soon. You can send me a letter through the Elkton Bank if you want to." "Oh! I promise I will write to you. Can you write back the same way?" "Yes, I promise I will write when I have time. I usually have paper and pencil with me. Ink is often hard to come by." The sky to the east was getting lighter. Pat put some twigs and a hand full of dried palm fronds in the tiny fire pit from the night before. Mary stood and arranged her clothes, brushing the grass and twigs from her dress. She produced a brush from somewhere and brushed her hair as she watched every move he made. He glanced at her as he brought the horses from where they were tethered for the night. When she was ready they moved out to the road. They saw a group of horsemen coming towards them from the south. A lone horseman rode out ahead while the main force slowed to a walk. Captain Dickison dismounted and bowed to Mary, "Ma'am, Good Morning." He looked at Pat, "Has she agreed to our terms for returning her to her father?" "Yes Sir, She understands and agrees totally." The older man smiled, "Miss Barton, I am J.J. Dickison, at your service. This young man has told me your plight and has requested permission to return you to your father under a flag of truce. May I say that you are in the best of hands. Lieutenant Murphy is a complete gentleman, he is totally honest and is a fearless fighter and my most trusted officer. Please use your influence to send him back to us." He turned and waved. A horseman rode toward them leading another horse. The Captain said, "Miss Barton, we are going to lend you one of our horses. Your sidesaddle is being changed to the new mount. We will accompany you to the Sweetwater Branch, It is only another four miles. Mr. Murphy will accompany you to the Union Lines outside of Palatka from there." Pat helped Mary into her saddle. She smiled down at him, "Thank you, Sir." Her smile was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen. He stood staring at her until the Captain cleared his throat. Pat sprang into the saddle of his horse. The Captain's craggy old face creased into a grin, "Son, don't let this one get away." Pat smiled back as Mary watched, "I'm working on that, Sir." The unit moved out at a trot, Mary, Pat and the Captain in the lead. There was a ford across the small creek called Sweetwater Branch. Captain Dickison and his men stopped, sent out scouts and ordered the two young people on their way. When they were well down the road Mary turned to Pat, "Was that the infamous 'Swamp Fox'?" "Yes, that is the holy terror himself. I am proud to serve with him and Company H of the 2nd Florida Cavalry, he is an amazing man. Remember, you promised not to tell anyone who or what you saw where or when." "Oh! I couldn't say a thing, that would endanger you too! I will never do that. How long do I have to be silent about what I know?" "Two days should be sufficient, everyone should know where we were by then. We can be a hundred miles away in two days. We may be attacking at St. Augustine, Cedar Key, or at Tallahassee." Mary laughed, "Yes, this is known as 'Dixie's Land' in his honor isn't it." "You are right about that. We wear out a lot of horses. Please don't believe a lot of what you hear, we do not steal or rape or many of the other stories you may hear. I must admit I was sorely tempted last night with you my dear." Were you really? I am afraid that would not be possible." "What do you mean?" "I don't think it would have been rape, but alas, I remain a virgin." "Do you mean that?" "Yes I do." Pat pulled a ring from his little finger of his right hand. He looked at it. He handed it to Mary, "Will you wear this ring as a token of my love for you?" "On my ring finger?" "Yes." She slowed her horse to a stop. She removed the little glove from her left hand, "Here, you put it on my finger, just so there is no mistake about where you want it to go." Pat slipped the ring on her ring finger. He leaned towards her, she put her arms around his neck and he lifted her into his lap. Their lips were locked together, mouths open, tongues playing delightfully. They stayed in their embrace for several minutes. Pat looked down the road, he carefully helped Mary back into her saddle. He rode to the side of the dirt road and cut a long thin branch from a tree beside the road. He found his white handkerchief and tied it to the pole. He looked at Mary, "I believe I see a Union picket about a mile down the road. Are you ready to go home?' "No, I want to stay with you." "I think it is too late for that, after I leave here I go into battle. In spite of what we do, our losses are very slight, the Captain doesn't lose many men." Mary began to cry. Pat told her that she needed to stop crying, the Yankee troops might assume he had hurt her and shoot him. She sobbed, then sniffed and stopped. Several Union soldiers rode into the road ahead of them. A Union Officer rode out to meet them. Mary identified herself and asked that her father be quickly notified that she needed his help. The officer waved several men out to meet them. He wrote on a paper and dispatched the soldier towards Palatka. The Union Lieutenant asked if she were all right. She said she was fine. She told him she had gotten lost. Mary said she had promised that the Confederate Officer would be allowed to return to his own forces if he returned her to the Union Army in Palatka. Pat glanced down the road and saw a group of horses coming very fast. He leaned toward Mary, "I think your father is almost here." The group of six horsemen pulled to a stop. A large officer rode to Mary and swept her into is arms. She kissed him, he carried her off to the side of the road. After several minutes they walked back. The Colonel smiled at Pat, "Thank you Sir, from the bottom of my heart. We will honor your parole. My daughter insists that you accompany us to Palatka so we can become better acquainted and reward you with a meal. She says you saved her life in several ways. I owe you everything!" "Sir, I would be delighted to accompany you and your lovely daughter to Palatka." The Colonel looked at Pat, "You appear to be a well equipped and your uniform is well tailored and new looking, are you a staff officer?" "No sir, in two days Miss Mary may inform you of my assignment. She says we may have been neighbors of a sort in Virginia." The Colonel looked at his daughter. She said, "Daddy, Pat is the grandson of General and Mrs. Sean Murphy, of Murphy's Hundred near Jamestown." "Well I'll be damned, you must be Pat and Heidi Murphy's son." "Yes, Sir. My father is somewhere out by Olustee, Mom is in Orange Springs and My Grandfather and mother should be returning from England later in the summer. I told Miss Mary that if she needed anything she could go to any Easton Bank or store and get help. If you cannot find suitable lodging for her here in Palatka she would be welcomed with open arms at our house in Orange Springs, only 25 miles from here. Transportation can be arranged through the Elkton Bank. There are courier boats on Bank business between the bank and Orange Springs every day." The Colonel looked thoughtful, "That may be a wonderful idea. I know she would be safe there. I have the greatest respect for your family Lieutenant Murphy. Wait! What is that on your finger young lady?" "Father that is Pat Murphy's ring. I will wear it forever. Unless he changes his mind. His mother gave him this ring. It is my most precious treasure after my momma's rings." The Colonel looked back and forth between them, "Are the two of you serious?" Pat said, "I put my ring where she asked me to put it after I offered it to her. I think we are serious. We are both virgins and will be that way until we marry, just in case you were wondering." The grin on the Colonels face got bigger. He smiled at both of them. "The two of you will do well together, I don't think you need it, but you have my blessing." The two young people kissed. Colonel Barton said, "Son, my daughter and I will ride with you to see you through our lines." "Sir, If I may borrow an envelope, a sheet of paper and a pen and ink I would like to write a short note to inform my mother about the situation. The Elkton Bank will deliver it tomorrow." the Colonel showed Pat to a field desk. He was finished in a few minutes, he showed the note to Mary who handed it to her father. Mary's father said he would see the note got to the bank that afternoon. They rode with Pat to the outer pickets and he rode off with the spare horse behind him. He almost rode past the Rebel pickets without seeing them. He knew all of them and they sent him on his way. They told him that Captain Dickison was still at the Sweetwater Branch. Two days later Dickison learned that one thousand Union negro troops, with white officers, were being transferred , to Palatka from their camp at Federal Point, on the other side of the St. Johns River, and about five miles north. Dickison divided his force taking half to a bluff overlooking the river and the docks and sending the other half of his men to hide in a ditch behind the docks where the federal troops were expected to land. Pat was with the men on the bluff. As the black troops were disembarking from the ship, Dickison opened fire with two small cannon, disrupting the operation. The Confederate troops in the ditch opened a deadly fire on the Yankee Troops trying to disembark. The Federal sailors cut the mooring lines and moved the ship out into the river. The Union artillery began shelling the Rebels on the bluff. Dickison's men moved back to their camp. Company H skirmished with the Union pickets around Palatka for almost six weeks. The constant action kept the Union forces from spreading out and ravishing the countryside. The men were close enough to home that Dickison rotated his men home for one week each when ever possible. When Pat's time came to go home he was greeted at the door by his mother and Mary Barton. Heidi Murphy smiled as her son kissed Mary over and over again. Heidi had come to be very fond of the girl in the few weeks she had lived there. Mary was very intelligent and was a real help in the reading and classifying the information that flowed into the office from all over the world. At first she had checked Mary's work carefully because she was so much faster than the other girls that worked for Molly Murphy, Heidi had yet to find an error in Mary's work. After hours Mary plunged right in, helping with the house work. Her favorite thing was to press Heidi to tell stories about Pat. She loved to hear anything about Pat. She wanted to know his favorite things to eat. She learned to make Pemmican. In telling Mary about what was in the mixture Pat had left a few things out of the mix. He had not mentioned the beef fat that was an essential part as both a binding agent but as a energy builder too. The Blueberries could be used in different ways that gave different flavors. Mary preferred to cook the berries with cane sugar before drying them and cutting down on the syrup. She liked adding more berries too. The kitchen crew liked her way better too. She learned to cook all of Pat's favorite meals. The Cooks came to Heidi and told her that they thought Miss Mary was the sweetest young woman they had ever seen. Heidi had to agree with them. Mary learned that Heidi loved to shoot, hunt and fish as well as most men. Mary went with Heidi and learned from her. She was a deadly shot with a pistol by the time Pat returned. Heidi gave Mary a Colt's Pocket Model pistol. Mary loved the small pistol. She followed Heidi's example and carried it hidden on her person at all times. Around the house she carried the small revolver in her reticule, a small drawstring hand bag fastened to the belt. If they left the house she carried it in her purse. Pat discovered her secret weapon almost the second they embraced on this visit home. When Mary ran to him the little pistol swung and caught him on the thigh, when they separated after the long kiss, he rubbed his thigh, "Mary, Dearest, are you carrying an ax in your purse?" Mary covered her mouth with her little hand and giggled, she glanced at Heidi, "No, Sweetheart, it is a sweet little gift from your mother in case you were too happy to see me." Heidi's mouth dropped open, then she giggled helplessly with Mary. Pat stood and watched them laugh. His mother finally pulled him close to them and kissed him soundly. "Pat, I enjoy Mary more that any girl I have ever met. She is just so much fun to be around. She is very smart AND beautiful too. I love her too." Pat smiled and held both of Mary's hands, "I love her too Momma. Have the two of you talked about our wedding?" The women looked at each other. Pat's mother smiled, "Son that is all this girl has talked about since she got here. That, and what will happen on your honeymoon, are all she thinks about. To answer your question we need you to tell us what you want?" Pat looked from one to the other, he said, "Tomorrow?" Mary whooped and hugged him tightly, "Daddy will be here to give me to you. Your father and Captain Dickison promise to be here too! Are you sure this is what you want?" "I want this more than I have ever wanted anything in my whole life, I love you Mary. Now will you please take out whatever the thing in your purse is, before I am too crippled to walk tomorrow?" The Runner and the Swamp Fox "Oh!" I'm sorry dear, here, this is all it is." She handed Pat the small revolver. She grinned, "I like it better than a Derringer, don't you?" "Ah, er! Yes I do, do you carry it all the time?" "Yes, I sure do. Your sweet Momma taught me to do that. Oh! I don't wear it to bed, I sleep with it under the pillow." Pat grinned and rolled his eyes, "Momma do you really think I should marry this lovely little Lady, she will be here with you or very near you for a long time." "Pat Darling, if you don't marry her you may no longer have a happy home here." "Momma! I'm your baby boy." "Pat, is there any way in the world you are not going to marry this sweet girl?" A voice boomed out, "He better damned well marry her after I traveled this far for the wedding." Everyone turned to see Sean Patrick Murphy, Jr. standing by the door. Heidi ran into his arms and rained kisses on his face. She held him tightly, her face was buried in his beard. He pressed his nose in her hair, then looked up and smiled at his son, then looked at the girl beside Pat. "Momma if I were you I wouldn't worry one second about the possibility of this marriage not happening on time. This girl is almost as beautiful as you were when we were married. I have seen those two look at each other one time and I saw pure love." Mary pulled Pat off into the den, she kissed him deeply and passionately, she whispered, "Oh! Pat, I missed you so much. I can't wait until tomorrow night. We will spend the night in the guest cottage. Your Momma says she has it all ready for us. She felt his erection pressing against her belly. She looked quickly at his face, she kissed him and softly said, "I feel you pressing against me, I love how that feels, can I just touch him for a second?" Pat quivered and nodded. He felt her little hand creep down over her his stomach. He watched the door. He felt her hand slide between the flaps of his uniform coat and grasp his hard penis. She felt the warmth and the length and thickness of him. Oh! Could he really be that big? Would he fit inside her? No one told her about this. She would try and talk to Heidi about this. Pat suddenly turned away and said "I am afraid I only have a week for our honeymoon. Oh! Momma I didn't see you, do you need us?" "Yes, we have more guests, you and your bride will have some time for yourselves later. Right now someone wants to see you, Mary." Pat followed his mother and Mary back into the parlor and he heard Mary squeal. He saw her run to COLONEL BARTON! The Colonel hugged and kissed his daughter. Mary turned and looked for Pat who smiled and held his hand out to the Colonel, "How did you pull this off Sir? This is great!" Colonel Barton shook Pat's hand and smiled at Pat's mother, "Mrs. Murphy arranged it through both of our Commanding Generals. I don't believe Jeff Davis or Abe Lincoln could have done it, but she did. By the way she got your leave extended to two weeks I have been told." Pat grinned, "That sounds great Sir, but I'll have to hear that from my unit commander." A familiar voice said, "Then hear it now Pat, you have two weeks off, you do the work of any two of my men so you deserve it." It was a grinning Captain Dickison. Colonel Barton said, "Captain, I hope you will put the rest of your phantom army on leave too so my men can get some rest." The Captain smiled, "Colonel, I am a mere Captain and I am not aware of the overall strategy or plan of battle of my superiors." "Captain Dickison I am well aware of what your assignment is. I just can't figure out how to stop you. You show up and harass the pickets in a place one day and before I can get there, you are reported attacking someplace 70 miles away the next evening. You are like a slight-of-hand artist you shuffle the cards too fast for me to follow them, or you pick coins from my ears." The colonel looked at his daughter and Pat quietly listening as they held hands. "Pat, I pray that some day we can sit like old soldiers do, and swap war stories. I know you will have some grand ones to tell." Pat grinned, "Sir, I hope we can do that while you bounce your grandchildren on your knees." Mary gazed up at Pat in adoration. She looked at Pat's father, "Sir, I hope you and your sweet wife will be with us then too!" "Amen Girl, Amen!" The wedding took place as scheduled in the new church in Orange Springs. Armed men from Dickison's company stood guard until the ceremony was over then escorted the Union Colonel to the Landing where he boarded an Elkton Company launch for Palatka. After the reception, Mary and Pat Slipped off to the Guest cottage. Before they left Pat's father took him aside and said, "Son I want to give you some advice it took your mother a few years to work up the nerve teach me about how women like to be loved. First kiss her all over and as you touch and caress her go half as fast as you want to go and touch her twice as gently, barely touch her, but most of all, get her to tell you what she likes and tell her what you like. If you please her, she will please you." "Thanks Father. I will do as you say, I'll just go slowly until I learn." "Good Luck, Boy! You'll do just fine, I was about four or five years younger when Heidi and I were married. We learned." Pat gently kissed and held Mary in his arms after they were finally alone. He gently caressed her through her clothes. She loosened the bodice of her dress and took his hand and guided it inside to touch her breast. He remembered what his father told him. He very gently caressed her soft breast. His fingers touched her nipple softly and felt all around it. He moved his hand to the other breast and slowly explored it also. The front of her dress hung open displaying her breasts He moved his head and kissed her nipples very softly and gently, Mary threw her head back and moaned . Pat lifted his head, "Did I hurt you?" "Oh! NO! It feels wonderful, I love every thing you do. I want more, let's take off our clothes and get on the bed." Pat watched fascinated as she undressed, he has glimpsed other female bodies and knew she had a full bust and a tiny waist, but with the voluminous skirts that were the fashion of the day he hadn't realized how narrow her hips were. He thought she was perfect. Mary was pleased with Pat's strong shoulders and well muscled chest and arms. His thighs and legs were corded with strong muscles too. His penis was erect and pointed upward. It looked very strong too. Long and thick, it was bigger than she had thought. She was thrilled when he gently lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed. The feel of his strength and power was thrilling. She was of course aware of the mating process and had heard it described many times by older women. Many loved it but some seemed to feel to was an unpleasant duty they had to put up with to satisfy their husbands. Pat didn't seem to be in a hurry, Mary knew her body was ready for him because she could feel how wet she was down there. He gently caressed and kissed her almost everywhere. She liked that very much, she enjoyed touching him where ever she could reach him. She was afraid to instigate anything and let him lead the way. At last he was moving over her as they kissed long and passionately. Pat reached down and cupped her mound over her thick patch of curly pubic hair. He felt and smelled the moisture between her thighs. He lifted his body over her legs and felt her legs spread to welcome him. His cock pressed against her hair. Her little hand raced down and grasped his penis. She gently rubbed his soft velvety crown against her slit then pulled him in to her opening when she thought he was slippery enough. Pat was amazed at how wonderful it felt. He had, of course, masturbated for years but this was way, way, better. Mary felt her vaginal canal being stretched as he entered her. She felt the pressure as he encountered her maidenhead. Pat felt the resistance too and welcomed it. It proved she was a virgin. He pulled out a little bit then pressed in harder against the resistance. Pat heard Mary gasp. He asked, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" "Not really, that is how it is supposed to be, push harder, pull out some then push in faster and harder. Ah! Ouch! Oh! Yes! Now you are inside me, I love how you feel going in deeper. God yes! That is so good, Do you like it?" Pat slowed to a stop, "Yes, my love, I love how this feels, I want it to last forever." He moved slowly in and out, thrusting as deep as he could. She was pulling him tightly to her body and gently moaning in time with his thrusts. Pat had to fight the urge to slam in and out as fast and hard as he could. He could feel her fingernails digging into his back as she reacted to his thrusts. His mouth was pressed tightly to hers now, but he had to break the kiss to get more air. Pat felt her sheath spasm and grip his cock hard every second for half a dozen times, she squealed "yes, yes." each time she gripped him. He lost his control of his body and trust in and out as fast as he could, feeling her sweet body thrust back against him. He shuddered as his seed squirted up inside her womb. He eased off beside her body and hugged her tightly against him. His lips found hers and the tenderly kissed as they struggled to catch their breaths. Mary slowly opened her eyes and saw Pat looking at her too. He smiled and whispered, "How was it for you Sweetheart, want to try it again someday?" "Someday? I want you again right now. I didn't know it could be that good. I loved every second of everything you did to me. I love my handsome husband." Pat smiled and looked down at the body pressed against him. He felt the blood surge again and in a minute he was erect, damn she was beautiful. She turned and looked down, "Oooo! He is hard again, the ladies said it would take hours sometime to get him hard again." "That could be, but they are not as beautiful as you are, and their men are not as much in love as I am with my beautiful wife." "I am happy as long as you are hard again." Pat moved between her legs quickly and plunged in to the hilt. Her hands grasped his hips and pulled him into her body harder with each thrust. She moved her hands up over his body caressing his back. She lifted her legs along his body and pulled him forward with her heels on each stroke. Both of them climaxed together and fell back easing apart as he softened and slipped out of her. They snuggled back together and slept together for an hour or so. Pat opened his eyes and saw his wife smiling at him. He moved the two inches and their lips touched gently. Mary whispered, "Are you ready again?" Pat said, "Yes, I am ready again, but I think it has gotten colder. I think we need to stay under the covers." "Oh, no, I love looking at you Pat. Seeing you makes me feel warm." "I know what you mean, I get hot for you too. Why don't we try making love under the covers. Here turn away from me and draw this leg up, now I should be able to slip up inside you, unhun, just like that. Mmmmm! That is nice. Does it feel good to you? Turn your upper body back towards me, yeah, now I can kiss your sweet lips and play with your breasts while I slide in and out." "Oh! Pat, I love this. It feels so good. Mmmmm so good. Nice and slow like that is wonderful. Do you like it?" What do you think? I really love playing with your tities. I can even kiss them like this. Mmmm. Sweet nipples, you have delightfully sweet nipples, do you like me to play with them?" "Yes! I love it. I love it when you suck on them, yes just like that, I think I would like anything you did if it didn't hurt too bad. Oooo! The little gentle bite feels damned good. Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear like that, it just feels so good." "Sweet girl, that wasn't too bad, you didn't take God's name in vain." "I know, but I want to be a perfect wife for you, I know you are not used to Ladies swearing." Pat laughed, "You have never heard my sweet Momma get a fish hook stuck in her finger. She would make a sailor blush. If she is real mad she cusses in German, so none of us know what she says. There is no woman alive who can be more of a proper lady when she wants to be." "I have heard her talk German to herself, I didn't know she was cussing. But I don't care, I love your mother as if she were my own." "She loves you too, Sweetie, I don't think you could ever do any wrong in her eyes." "If she saw what we have been doing all night she might not think too well of me." Pat laughed, "Why not, what do you think she and my father are doing tonight, they stay in their rooms when he is home." "I hope we are like that when we get old." "Yeah, I think they still are very much in love." "Oh! I know your mother thinks the world of your dad. When she talks about him when he is away, she cries her heart out. Then when he is home she forgets everything but him." "Did you know that when Dad found her she had seen her mother, father and brother killed by the Indians several months before. She had been living in a hole in the ground, eating small animals she killed with a stick. She was skin and bones and really filthy, they had to cut most of her hair off it was so dirty and matted. She pretended she spoke nothing but German so Daddy would stay with her to teach her English. She was in love with him then. They started living together when they were about sixteen, so Granny Molly and Grandpa Sean made them get married." "No, she never told me all that. She just said your Dad rescued her after she was lost in the woods. She did say that he was very brave and would always be her hero." Pat said, I have heard that story a million times. Daddy was only sixteen when the Indians attacked the old Elkton Plantation over near St. Augustine. All the men were away and Momma and the women were on top of the house with rifles shooting the charging Indians and half a dozen Indians got past them and were about to get into the village behind the house where the women and children were hiding. "Daddy stepped out in the road and stood there with an arrow through his shoulder and calmly killed six Indians with a Pocket Model Colt Revolver just like the one you carry. As a matter of fact; it may be the same pistol. Daddy is a tough old guy, get him to show you how to throw a knife some time. He is the best I have ever seen. He killed several more Indians that day with a knife and an ax and even with a shovel. He is a fighter!" Mary said, "I never would have thought that of him, he is such a sweet and gentle man. He seems to care about the servants, the animals and everyone." "Mary, my Grandparents and Mom and Dad freed all their slaves back during the Indian Wars thirty years ago. They do believe strongly in States Rights and that each sovereign State should determine it's own laws. They do not hold with Slavery. They do think that until each state passes a Law against Slavery each person should have the right to continue the practice until that law is changed. Hell, my Uncle Orlando Sanchez was born a Slave but Grandpa treats him like a brother." Mary looked at Pat, "Oh yes, I met his wife, She is such a beautiful older woman, I had heard the stories about her humiliating the famous Indian Chief Oceola long before I met her. She is so tiny it is hard to believe she did that." "Well you had better believe it! Auntie Priscilla is a little tiger. She and Granny Molly can out shoot most men. She will let you know if you displease her, but she is also a sweet and caring lady." "Your family has a lot of very brave men in it. Heidi, your Mother is very proud of Grandpa Sean, She tells stories about him all the time." "Yes! Old General Sean still wants to go back to fighting in Virginia after fighting pirates, Indians, Mexicans, and now Yankees. He has done much of it on one leg, too! That is a real fighting man. Daddy told me that President Jackson said Grandpa was like what the old Vikings called a 'Berserker'. In a fight they become fearless and charge into the battle ignoring pain and fearing nothing. Once a battle starts I seem to get very calm and can see very clearly what is going on and what needs to be done to win. It is as if there were two of me, one fights and the other watches." "Pat Murphy, you had better just pay attention to staying safe and getting home to me. I can't live without you. Sob, sniff, SOB!" Mary dropped to the bed sobbing. "Don't worry Mary, I am not like Grandpa, I always look before I leap into a fight. Sometimes when things appear to be lost, one man can rally the troops and save the day. That is more like me. Just the sight of a couple of men charging and screaming like hellions can cause a line of troops to turn and run. 'Cap'n Dixie' is like that too!" "He is slick as a whistle, never tell anyone what I am about to tell you, it could get me killed, we will sneak up on a union battalion with 5 or 6 men. Fire a few shots at their pickets and see if they run. If they do we set off strings of fire crackers that sound like a whole army is shooting at them. The whole Battalion will run, by the time the officers get them stopped and reorganized we are long gone. The Union Commander reports a huge battle with the Rebs, he will either say he defeated them and drove the Rebs off or that he skillful saved the destruction of his battalion by a vastly superior force and request reinforcements. "Either way we have terrified battalions of Union soldiers running all over Florida instead of marching on Atlanta or Richmond." "If you do so much running how can most of the married men get to come home for three or four days twice a month?" "Well, Sweetie, we operate mostly about eighteen to fifty miles from here. Sometimes we only have ten or fifteen men on duty. Often we run missions with only a couple of men. If we find a good target we send one man back to get what we think we need. We can have up to 400 men reach us in 6 to 8 hours. We tried keeping everyone in camp but over a period of time they get run down and sick being out with little or no shelter, poor, if any rations, and we are often on the move constantly. We found we were sending more time trying to feed all of them than we were fighting. When we do stop, many times we just lay on the ground in the cold rain all night. Worst of all the horses give out if you don't take them home once in a while." "Honey, could you get a job staying home guarding the horses?" "I think I could, but you know I can't do that. That is what our sick and wounded do." "Sweetie pie, I know that! I know you will always be the first to leave and the last to come home." Pat chuckled, "Don't be too sure of that, I never had you to come home to before." Six nights later Pat found himself dreaming of Mary and their warm bed as he sat with Captain Dickison and a trooper in a shallow swamp water slew along the west bank of the St. Johns River. They remained there all day observing the Union Army setting up camp in the small town of Welaka. The Captain and Pat discussed the possibility of a surprise attack on the Federals. The Captain sent the trooper to get reinforcements. Dickison and Pat waited until dark then rode to meet the rest of his men at the Hunter Place South West of Palatka. There were 65 men waiting there, 36 of Dickison's men were there with 29 men commanded by Captain Grey. They left the horses under guard of 5 men at sunset and walked nine miles to the bank of the River. Three large flatboats were waiting there. The 60 men crossed the river and landed on the East bank. They walked another seven miles to Welaka arriving just before daybreak. Approaching the town Dickison learned from the residents that the Federal troops were using a commandeered building as a barracks and that they had no pickets on the northern road leading to town.