A Day At The Beach
and
Other Stories For Adults
By
Anonomous

An
esspc eBook

A Day at the Beach

It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was wrong.
     About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn't work.
     "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish every day was like this."
     The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare.
     "Well, man does not live on bread alone," I said foolishly.
     Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure you weren't seeing things. When she turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. "Hello. We are her breasts." I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke to me again.
     "I've run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?" She asked politely.
     I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of sun block. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.
     "Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming on," she said calmly.
     Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to massage the sun block on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming more and more aroused by her.
     I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a while.
     I gently rubbed the sun block on her side. As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sun block on her bare skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she got up and said, "lets go swimming!"
     I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here."
     She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately.
     "No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming."
     We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful. A work of art.
     Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold.
     "Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly.
     I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said.
     "Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you like to go?" She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she already knew my answer.
     I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day.
     "John! John!" She shouted. She saw me.
     The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She insisted that she pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was tireless. Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my guilt. The last song was for couples only. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though we were lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait for me no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we were the only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about this? How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until the very last note of the song echoed into the darkness.
     "Let's go to my place," she whispered.
     I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the parking lot where a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night. Her hands were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time again. It was so wonderful. She placed my hand on her right breast and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently. I thought of the first time I kissed my wife. She was so young and we were so innocent.
     The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place was dark save a small light above the main entrance. As she walked in front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair was no longer shining. Her dress was so tight that she had trouble just walking to the door.
     "Well. Are you coming?" She demanded.
     By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp pain arise in my gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that I wanted her. I followed her into the house where she disappeared into the maze of rooms.
     "Would you like a drink?" She called.
     "No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I shouted after her.
     She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this madness at once.
     "No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed hopelessly.
     "Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?"
     We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit hallway. Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid. My life would never be right again after this day.
     We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again. This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just let out of their cage. My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts, I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged at her nipples. A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out a scream at the top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name.
     I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still on the beach. I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream. I felt the guilt in my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some way for even having such thoughts.
     Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful blonde coming in my direction.
     "Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like this."

Innocent Love

Slowly I wake up. Sounds of the day filter through the windows to my sleepy head, a warm breeze drifts through the open window bringing the salty tang of the sea to my awakening nostrils. I move slightly under the covers, enjoying the feel of the silky material against my warm skin, caressing my body as you had the night before.
     Opening my eyes I move my head so my gaze falls on your sleeping form, lying next to me. In sleep, your eyelids flicker, animating your beautiful face, a slow smile comes to your lips, oh I hope that you dream of me, beloved! I watch you awhile, my eyes following the masculine contours of your face. A tendril of hair falls down, framing your closed lids and dark, bushy eyebrows. Your full lips part slightly, a low murmer escapes as you shift position, an arm reaches over to me in dreams.
     I move closer to you as your arm enfolds me in your quiet strength. I feel the warmth and power of your manly body next to me and I smile. We are one in Love. I reach out a hand, letting it glide along the line of your jaw, feeling the black stubble that grows there. Moving my fingers upward I touch your lips, remembering the pleasure they give, I smile one more.
     I brush the hair from your face, pausing to run my fingers behind your ear, then down your neck as I reach behind with my arm and pull you closer to me. You murmur dreamily, wrapping your strong arms around me.
     I kiss you softly, on your warm lips, gently raising you from your deep slumber. I whisper in your ear that I love you and you stretch out beside me. Your long body arches as the ghosts of dreams fall from your mind and you wake. You yawn, white teeth flash and eyes clench shut.
     Finally you relax, your face turns towards mind, your lids open and your beautiful green eyes smile at mine.
     "Good morning beloved."
     You sit up, pulling me with you. Pulling back the silken covers, you rise out of bed, your muscular frame towers over me. You extend your arm towards me, beckoning me to follow as you turn towards the bathroom.
     Together we step under the hot tingling spray, water courses past your neck, over your broad chest to run down your torso. You pull me to you and kiss me once more, passion flaring as the water revives us. Gently I pull back, I have something else in mind.
     Smiling, I reach for the soap. I run my fingers over your body, feeling the firm flesh that lies beneath my tender touch. You quiver and laugh as I caress you, the crystal notes of your joy are music to me.
     Enjoying the moment, I lather your powerful body, feeling glad. Knowing the pleasure it gives you, my efforts are repaid, soon you are clean. Now your turn. As you wash my body, you run your hands behind me, stroking my back, you move your hands upwards gently running your fingernails over the nape of my neck making me groan in pleasure. The passion in your touch, and the hot tumbling water is driving me insane with pleasure. I close my eyes feeling x nothing but your touch, driving me wild.
     Icy water hits my flesh, I screech.
     Laughing, your hand returns from the tap, and you encircle me in your strong limbs, hugging me as I am drenched in an icy shower. I swear indignantly, jokingly, as you turn off the shower and lift me out onto the floor.
     With pretence anger I scold you. Your face is momentarily somber, then you laugh, kissing me gently on the cheek - you are forgiven. Tenderly, a towel is wrapped around me, with a hug you lead me back to the bedroom to dress and prepare for another day.
     "That's All Folks...!"

Morning Song

When you sleep, the lines all smooth out of your face. Worry lines, age lines, even the laugh wrinkles at the corner of your eyes that I see all too rarely, disappear into pale softness. I was pressed against your back, asleep, my chest against your spine, my left arm flung over your waist. I wake hours before you would, if left to yourself.
     Oh, but I am too cruel to let you sleep. I slide my hand down until it curls around your penis, soft in the morning sunlight. I wait, breathing softly on your neck, too softly to wake you. Soon, warmth of my hand and gentle pressure combine to begin to make you hard; a slow, delightful stiffening.
     Gentle, so gentle this must be. I don't want you to wake until I'm ready.
     Now comes the difficult part. I must climb over you without waking you, and find a comfortable place halfway down your body, somehow without falling off the bed. You have edged your way almost to falling off yourself, so this is difficult. I must nudge you over, so slowly, hoping you will not wake or roll over into an impossible position. I am lucky this time, and you make room for me, grumbling in your sleep.
     You are still hard. My right hand slips down to cup your balls, hanging cool and loose in the morning. My tongue darts out to taste you, salty-sweet, indescribably you. I would know the taste of you anywhere. You are somehow sweeter than any of my other lovers.
     I run my tongue up and down your hard length, flicking gently at the tip, caressing lovingly at the base. My teeth close softly on your cock, and I wonder if you will wake. But no, you sleep on. Good. My mouth encircles your tip, squeezing gently, and traces of salt liquids linger on my tongue.
     I begin to slide up and down, so softly. My right hand slides into yours, above my head, over your heart. Your heartbeat is getting faster. As I lick and suck and nibble, I begin to wonder if it's time to wake you. Now, as I rub my cheek against your cock? Now, as I run teeth along its length? Now, as I suck you so hard, go down so far, that I can feel you against my throat, and I am filled with you.
     And as you begin to clench muscles in your sleep and move against my face I decide it is time, and raise my head only long enough to say your name clearly. Then you are awake, and your eyes lock briefly, startled, on mine before I dive back on you, my mouth plunging over your hard heat, over and over until the shock of waking is past and you are building and building towards the finish.
     And there is no more need to be gentle, and suddenly you are slamming into me and cumming wildly, and I must swallow and swallow again until you are finished. You reach down then and draw me up towards you, pausing only to kiss me briefly and say my name before sliding down to do the same to me.
     We are so beautifully matched; body to body. And my heart is pounding as your mouth encircles my hard length, stroking fiercely from base to tip.
     Your mouth on my cock, my heart in your hands.

The Awakening of Janis

He'd talked to her an innumerable number of times on the telephone. As a matter of fact, they had been casually flirting over AT&T for nearly 6 months. Neither had seen one another so as they walked into the meeting room where they were supposed to have their weeklong meeting, both were looking for the other. He knew her right away because she was the only woman in the room. Before the meeting began, he made a point of walking up and introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Peter Watkins," he said. "I believe we've met, over the phone." Her handshake was firm but there was no commitment there and her eyes only glimpsed his as they said their pleasantries.
     It was a working meeting and she was in one group while he was in another. Only occasionally did they have to address one another. Toward the end of the meeting, he asked for some assistance from anyone in the room. As she looked at him, their eyes met, seriously, for the first time. He knew, she was his. Of course, in a meeting such as this, there was no time for exploring the relationship further. But tomorrow was another day.
     Since she lived in the general area, she left with her car pool and he wandered back to the hotel following the meeting. The next morning, he was in the meeting room getting ready for the meeting when she came in with an arm full of papers to be distributed. He jumped up to help her and lifted the load from her arms. As he did, his arm brushed against her body. To anyone else, it would have looked innocent, but he knew there was electricity passed on that casual touch. So did she; they both knew it. During the day, he had several other opportunities to be close to her. His touch was returned, albeit only slightly, each time. He knew she was his. She knew she was attracted to this man.
     That's all there was to this first meeting. Although they did go to dinner at her home and met her husband, two children, dogs, cats and assorted other house guests. He knew, however, there would be many more meetings and the foundation had been laid. She knew too.
     The next time was a working meeting in Phoenix, far from both their homes. As usual, the first day was casual, with the greetings and small talk that normally accompanied such meetings. Oh sure, they got their work done but the real meeting was to take place later.
     They all went to dinner at a local restaurant. He made sure he sat next to her and they visited cordially all evening. His leg casually brushed up against hers several times and was met with little resistance. His touches were returned and the electricity between them began to build to a crescendo. As they returned back to the motel, in his rented car, he made sure she was the last person to be driven to her area of the motel. He pulled into a parking place and shut off the engine and lights. His arm reached out and playfully touched hers. She looked at him and they kissed. It was a long, deep kiss; each other's tongue probing the other's mouth. His hand sought out her breast and she pulled away from him abruptly.
     "What's the matter," he asked. "Nothing," she said; "I have to go to my room." He walked her to her room and then returned to his. He was so sure that he had read her right, yet she had pulled away from him. "What the hell is going on," he wondered. Just then the phone rang.
     "Hello," he said. "I'm sorry," she said. "That's OK," he muttered. "What was the problem?" he asked. "I'm married - you are too," she said. "I can't do this," she protested. "Besides, I'm in the middle of my period," she stated matter of factly. "That's OK," he said, reassuringly, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just thought you wanted to ..." I do... did," she stammered. "This is so difficult - its my first time for any of this and I don't know what to do. I want you so bad - but what about my husband, my children. What would they think?" "Hey, you're a big girl," he said, "You have to make up your mind what is right for you."
     "What does your wife think?", she asked. "If I don't tell her, she doesn't think anything," he said. They talked for two hours and finally hung up. He knew she was his; but it may take a while. She was extremely driven by sex but she had to work through this. They would have many more times together and they could wait.
     "Do you want to make love to me," he asked. "Oh yes," she stammered. He could tell, just by her voice on the phone, she was blushing. "Will you do it next time we meet?", he asked. "Yyyyyessss," she whispered in the phone. Do you want me to lick your clit?" he asked. There was a pause on the phone, he heard a quick breath, "Don't say that," she said, "Someone might be listening." "You're getting wet down there, aren't you?", he said. "Oohh God," she whispered "Shut up." The AT&T flirting was becoming more direct.
     By the time they got to Phoenix, she was so hot that just the sight of him made the juices start flowing in her pussy. She spotted him in the lobby as he was registering for his room. This was one of the largest conferences that their company had ever had, with over 500 employees attending. Both of them knew a myriad of people and all were staying in this or the adjacent motel. She knew that she would have to be extremely careful because many of these people also knew her husband. Yet she was intrigued with this man. He was not the most handsome man in the world but what attracted her to him. His hands and the way he talked to her over the phone. His hands were big for the size of his body and they blended with the upper body of a man who had labored long and hard in the west as a cowboy, ranch hand, wildlife biologist and computer operator. He had a quick sense of wit, humor and knew just how to push the right buttons to make her body quiver at the sound of his voice. She'd never been with a real cowboy before and the thought of that made goose bumps appear all over her body. What the hell cowboys had to do with it was something that puzzled her.
     She returned to her room and watched as he took the glass walled elevator to the 6th floor. She knew he didn't suspect she was watching him and that excited her. She was actually getting wet watching this man ride up the elevator. "What's the matter with me?," she thought to herself. She waited a few more minutes after he left the elevator and began to wonder if she should call him. After about 15 minutes she walked over to the phone. Just as she grabbed the receiver, it rang. It scared her so she dropped it on the floor and she became embarrassed. "He - Hello," she said as she picked up the receiver from the floor. "If I say you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me," she heard him say. A gush of fluid escaped from her pussy. Her body was trembling as she began apologizing for dropping the phone and stammering various things into the mouthpiece. "What am I saying," she thought to herself.
     "Sssooo, should I come down and we go to dinner or what?", he asked. It was only 5pm as she glanced at her watch, a little early for dinner. "Uummm, don't you" she was interrupted by his saying he would be down and they could discuss it. Before she could answer, he hung up. She rushed to the bathroom to clean up. She knew her panties would be soaked from all the fluid that had escaped her pussy as they talked. "What in the hell is the matter with me?" she wondered to herself. Just as she was finishing the last button on her Levis, a soft knock was heard at the door.
     She opened it and her knees started to buckle. He had on his western clothes, and she had not realized how wonderful she thought he looked. He was not the "Marlboro Man", but she recognized a genuine cowboy when she saw how his clothes fit and the way he just stood there. The big belt buckle seemed to gleam like a neon sign. "Well, do I just stand here for the duration, or do I get invited in?", he joked. She stepped back and he walked in past her as she closed the door. Her pussy was soaked and her knees could barely keep her legs from buckling beneath her.
     He looked around her room and walked over to the shades and pulled them shut. "There's no sense of advertising the fact that we are together in this room, for whatever reason", he said. "There are plenty of people in this outfit that would be glad to rumor monger us to death," he continued. "Come over here," he commanded. She flew to him and their lips met.
     She was helpless in his arms. Those big hands virtually covered her back as he placed them around her and his strength practically crushed the breath out of her. He was not a big man but obviously was strong and caring. The kiss lasted for, it seemed, an hour. He picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down before their lips separated. She was already breathing hard and her body was in flames. His lips began caressing the sides of her neck and reached to her ear lobes. His hands had found her breasts and were gently squeezing them. She wanted to say something but could not find the breath to do so. She was totally his to do with as he saw fit. She knew, somehow, that he would not be cruel to her nor ask her to do anything that she did not want to do. She trusted this man implicitly.
     By now, her blouse was fully opened and his hands were exploring her stomach and had already caressed her legs. She felt him following her zipper down to her crotch and the juices in her pussy were drenching her panties. She wondered if they would soak through her Levis. As his hand applied just slight pressure to her pussy, she came for the first time. Her body arched against his touch and her breathing became erratic. Flames shot up the front of her body, piercing her breasts and bringing a blush to her face. She was sweating profusely and was totally out of control.
     He began to take off his clothes as he caressed her body with his lips. He moved away from her to remove his pants and she sat up on the bed. "I hope you don't like big breasts," she said; "If you do, you're going to be really disappointed by me." He finished removing his pants and returned to making love to her. "Anything more than a mouthful is excess," he whispered to reassure her that he would not be disappointed. He removed her bra and his lips met her nipples and began caressing them with gentleness, yet firmness she had never before experienced. His had again found her crotch and she came again. Not the full climax she would feel later but still, enough to take her breath away and cause her to feel the flames of desire shoot from her pussy to her breasts where her lover was working intently. Her nipples caused huge contractions in her pussy each time her lover sucked on them. Her hips gyrated with each sucking action, pushing her pussy into the hand that was gently massaging it through her Levis.
     She felt the button to her jeans give way and the zipper practically unzipped itself. A hand crept under her panties and she felt a finger caress the tip of her clit. "Oh Christ, I'm cumming again," she thought to herself as another wave of contractions, flames, muscle spasms and breathlessness overtook her. She was reveling in the hands of her lover. She raised herself slightly as he moved lower and began to remove the Levis and panties from her body. When they came off, she raised herself and removed her blouse and bra that were just hanging on her body. For the first time she saw his erect cock standing out from his body. She reached for it and began massaging it. She felt a finger at her clit and it began to rub up and down her slit. She knew she was ready for entry as the hand slid easily up and down her vaginal entry. Suddenly, the finger slipped inside her as her lover sucked her left breast into his mouth. She shuddered as she was almost overwhelmed into a fourth climax.
     Her lover worked his lips and tongue down her stomach as he slowly arranged himself between her legs. She felt his tongue on her clit as he slowly licked it. Suddenly, her clit was sucked into his mouth, his tongue flicked it back and forth mercilessly as his fingers worked inside her vagina. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," she thought as she came again. The waves of excitement came from deeper within this time. They sucked at her breath, her nipples became so tight they seemed to be caressed by just the air flowing over them. She bucked at the tongue which continued to flick her clit. Sweat was streaming down the sides of her head and beaded up on her stomach. She had never been with a man that could make her feel this way before.
     The waves began to subside and her breath started to return to normal. She felt him lift himself from her clit and raise above her. As she opened her eyes, she felt his member enter her vagina. His lips met hers and his tongue began to reach towards the depths of her throat. She could taste her juices on his tongue as he rhythmically began fucking her. With each stroke, she could feel his pubic hair and pelvis rub on her clit. She knew she was in for one of the strongest climaxes she had ever experienced. His tongue began tickling the sides of her neck and working toward her ear lobes. One of his hands had grasped her left nipple and was slowly squeezing it, driving waves of excitement from her breast toward her stomach. She could feel the fire beginning to build in her clit as he began to increase the strokes he used in fucking her. Her toes started to close, her knees began slowly to straighten, her stomach was beginning to tighten. She had never been here before. Suddenly, her breath left. The fire from her clit met the waves leaving her breasts in the middle of her stomach. Her toes completely curled up. Her buttocks heaved in excitement and her legs wrapped around her lover as she pulled him harder and harder into her clit. Slowly soft moans began escaping her lips. They became louder until she was screaming. She bucked with her lover and her whole body spasmed against the this climax. She had never had a feeling such as this. She thought she would pass out as she lost track of time, space and everything. She felt as if she couldn't breath, yet she could hear screams of joy coming from her mouth. As he exploded inside her, she felt herself lift another notch up the climax ladder. "How far can this go," she wondered as she screamed louder. She could not quit bucking and swaying against the force that was bringing her to this feeling. She wanted it to last forever, but it began to subside.
     She could hear the screaming and moaning beginning to subside but the rhythm of fucking was still making her pussy and clit cause her to drag her lover deeper and deeper into her vagina. Harder and harder she pulled at him. Slowly, she regained some of her consciousness. She could see the sweat on his chest and she began to feel her breaths coming in somewhat of a regular fashion. Her lover began to slow his strokes and caress her forehead. Slowly his lips found hers and his tongue eased itself into her mouth. The spasms in her stomach muscles began to subside and the slow strokes in and out of her pussy began to feel like rhythmical interludes. Her toes uncurled and her legs slowly dropped to the bed.
     "Looks to me like you enjoyed that," he said as he lowered himself to the side of her. She tried to say something but her throat was so dry, not a sound came out. She felt as if her throat was sore as she cleared it trying to get some moisture to her vocal cords. Suddenly, he was up and returned with a glass of water for her. She drank a little and, as he lay down beside her, put her head in his arms. "That was wonderful," she breathed. "I have never, ever, cum like that before. Where did you learn to do all those things?" she asked. "Oh, you were just all excited because this was the first time," he said.
     "What's for supper?", he asked. She looked at her watch. "My God," she thought, "Its 6:30." "Its already 6:30!" she exclaimed, "the last time I looked at my watch, it was only 5:00." "Time flies when you're havin' fun", he said. "Maybe we should just order in?" he said with a question in his voice. "Or we could just skip supper altogether," she volunteered. "You mean you think you could handle some more of what we just did?" he asked. "Well, maybe not right now - but we could discuss it", she giggled.
     They passed the night, making love three more times. Each time, he managed to make her cum. She could not imagine cumming that many times in one night. It had never happened to her and she didn't know what to make of this man who just walked into her life and practically took her over. She always knew that sex was very important to her, but this man had awakened things within her body that she didn't know existed. Little did she know how much these feelings would have on her body as the weeks and years progressed.

The Broken Drum

I'd been watching the wind driven rain smear the plate glass windows, as I used my pen to chase the ice cubes around in my glass of DeWars, as I thought about the case I'd caught. Another ugly case. Real ugly. For some reason I never got any 'nice' or straight forward murders. The ones I caught were usually messy. Like this one. Another woman's nude body stuffed into a duffel bag in a car trunk parked in the long-term lot at the airport.
     I'd been mulling over the physical evidence we had... and it wasn't much.
     My attention had shifted to the booze as it made oily swirls through the smoky amber, just like it always did. I'd heard the tap of high-heels, and unconsciously glanced up and smiled as Janine carried a tray of fresh drinks to the table in the corner. Somehow, she always drew my attention. It was her long tapered legs I suppose, or maybe the way she filled out her blouse.
     I'd been stopping in to have a drink a few times a week ever since I moved into the neighborhood. A nice enough place, but nothing special. I suppose it was a combination of their chili and Janine's muscular calves that kept me coming back. It's unbelievable when you think how fast a year can pass. One day blending into the next, on and on. 'Maybe your booze consumption has something to do with the way the days run together,' I thought, as I sipped my drink.
     I was always coming up with brilliant ideas like that. "Stop smoking. Stop drinking. Start exercising. Win the Lottery. Write a book about some interesting case and make a million." I was a real fountain of great ideas.
     So far tonight, Janine had been to my table twice. The first time to deliver a glass of my usual, and the second when I waved her over to pay the check. Both times we played eye games, and flirted, like always.
     I'd gathered up my raincoat, from the empty chair across the table, where I'd tossed it in a sodden heap. I said my good byes and gave Janine a wink, . I was in the process of shrugging on the soggy coat, and trying to open the front door at the same time, when it crashed open.... And everything changed.
     Like I said, I was leaning forward, shrugging on my beat-up London Fog, so the door smashed into my forehead, and I fell flat on my ass. I knew what had happened, so I looked up to see what kind of ill-mannered son-of-a-bitch had whacked my melon. Little did I know...
     From my vantage point on the floor, my eyes flicked up and saw what looked like a full acre of firm, tapered, nylon encased inner thigh that went up and up until it disappeared in the darkness under a short navy blue skirt.
     I'm so sorry," were the first words she said, as I scrambled to my feet.
     Forget it," I growled, as the adrenaline rush started to pass, and a whole different set of hormones kicked in. I brushed myself off, with a little help from the lady, and mumbled something about getting another drink.
     Oh, let me buy," she said. "It's all my fault!"
     Okay, okay," I grumbled. "That was my table over there," I added pointing.
     She set out walking toward our objective, and I followed. About this time it struck me that this lady didn't walk.
     She moved"... What I had taken for a navy blue skit was really the bottom half of a knit dress that hugged her body like the skin fits a grape. And the skirt wasn't a typical knit. It was split up the side, nearly to the hip.
     I suppose my mouth dropped open, because when I checked out the guys at the bar, that's what had happened to them... We all looked like frogs catching flies.
     My attention quickly shifted back to the lady's back, or rather her backside that shifted alluringly with every step. Her skirt ended above mid-thigh, and her trim ankles, sculptured calves, and trim tapered thighs flashed, as the split displayed nearly their full length, in the subdued lighting, as that tight knit bun-hugging, ass-emphasizing skirt showcased her tight, rounded, undulating butt; that moved like two well-oiled footballs.
     She turned, as she reached 'my table', pointed at a chair, and raised her eyebrow, asking if her choice of a seat was acceptable. I nodded. She sat, as I approached, and crossed her long thoroughbred legs, as her skirt rode even higher on her thighs.
     I sat, and I guess I stared, because she asked if I was all right.
     All right was hardly the term to describe my condition. If you placed your emphasis on HARD, it would been much more accurate.
     I waved to Janine, who by now was glaring daggers at me, and as she made her way to 'our table', I asked my companion what she would like.
     Black Jack... And have her bring the bottle."
     As we waited for a now surly Janine to return with our drinks, I introduced myself... "By the way, I'm Eric... Eric Thornquist." I always was real smooth with the ladies.
     Nice to bump into you, Eric," she laughed. "I'm Candice."
     I'd enjoy bumping into you too, Candice... repeatedly, but next time I'd use something other than my head."
     She laughed, at my attempt at humor. Little did she know how honest I was being. Shit, I'd been checking her out, during our stroll to the table (which I thoroughly enjoyed), and again as we faced each other across the expanse of 'our' heavy oak table.
     She was about 5'-7" and probably weighed 125-130 soaking wet. (Was that a Freudian slip?). Her hair was long and blonde, falling in soft waves until it ended, below her shoulders. Her complexion was flawless, and her lips were full and friendly. The top of the dress accentuated the rich fullness of her breasts, and maybe it was the chill, but just saw a hint of her nipples, when the light was just right. And her face was as perfect as the rest. Open, and honest, with sparkling green eyes, there wasn't even a hint of pinched meanness. Maybe my luck was finally changing.
     So, Mr. Eric Thornquist. What are you doing here tonight?" she queried.
     Just stopped for a drop of the usual," I answered. "And you?"
     I saw this place written up in the Arts and Entertainment Section a while ago, and thought I'd give it a try. I thought it had a cute name..."
     You mean, The Broken Drum?"
     Yes, but that's not the cute part. The cute part is the rest..'You Can't Beat it'. That's what the article said too. That you couldn't beat their steaks."
     They are pretty good," I answered lamely, and then plunged on, with what I thought was a suave segue. "But, by yourself? What about your significant other?"
     He's working late. He's always either working late or out of town," she flared, scrunching her eyebrows together. "Besides, I'm better company to myself than he's been lately."
     Sorry.... I was just making conversation," I back-pedaled. As I tried to extricate myself from the mess I was making of 'small- talk', I glanced down, and was immediately captured by the promise of her entire leg, exposed as it was by the split skirt.
     See something you like, Eric?"
     No! I mean yes! I mean, your slip is showing." See what I mean. I'm a real conversational giant.
     Our eyes locked, and she very deliberately blinked. Twice. "I don't know how that's possible. I'm not wearing one."
     I unbuttoned my coat and leaned forward, ready to respond with something profound, when I saw her eyes widen with surprise.
     Eric, I see the butt of your gun!" she gasped.
     That's only fair, I was watching yours earlier."
     Ahhh, but you see," she smirked, "I have a much nicer butt than you."
     I know.... It's fantastic. A man could spend a week exploring it," I said with a soft laugh, lifting both hands in mock surrender. "But you win. I don't want to butt heads with you. Besides, my head is already sore."
     I really am sorry about that, Eric. But, if it hadn't happened we wouldn't be sitting here now." There was a brief pause, and then she continued, "Tell me what a nice cop like you was doing in here all by himself."
     We're not going to talk about butts are we?" (Thrust)
     Something happened back behind her eyes. Her pink tongue deliberately traced their way over her firm full lips, and she said, "We can talk about butts if you want to."
     It was like she was reading my mind. There was nothing I'd rather than talk about than her butt.
     Did you know," I stammered, "you are one of the rarest of women?"
     What's that supposed to mean?" I could tell she wasn't at all sure where the conversation was headed (or should I say 'butted' since that WAS the subject of the moment). "You mean that it's unusual for a woman to be in here alone? At your table?"
     Relax.... That's not what I meant at all. What I meant was since we were talking about butts... I'm a connoisseur of the female posterior, and yours is spectacular."
     Thank you, I guess... It is the only one I've got."
     Ohhh, you've got it all right. Do you know how rare it is to see one like yours? I mean a true heart-shaped ass!"
     Heart-shaped?"
     Sure... The way it swells out at your hips, and then tucks in tight at the ... I mean the way it's shaped. Like a heart. I'll bet you're the first I've ever seen in person."
     Listen, buster. An ass is an ass."
     True, but all asses are not created equal," I quipped.
     But they all serve the same purpose," she grinned, "but, as a connoisseur I'm sure you can explain the difference."
     The difference is in style. To use your analogy a '52 Chevy and a Porche 924 serve the same purpose. The difference is in the lines and the form... And if you'll pardon the expression, how much fun they are to drive." I tried to maintain a straight face, as she chuckled. Then I continued, "The same can be set for asses, or butts if you prefer. Walk down any street and observe the female posteriors. Some are so wide they're measured in ax-handles, some have sagging buns, some jiggle like bowls of Jell-O, and some women suffer from that dread malady 'no-ass-a- tall'.
     I looked over, and her eyes were dancing as I picked up speed.
     On the other hand, some are slim and tight, nicely rounded, or have fantastic definition. It's all in the eye of the beholder."
     Okay, Mr. Expert. What about mine?"
     Like I said, yours is that one-in-a-million, breathtaking, moan- causing, erection arousing, perfectly proportioned, example of feminine perfection; a heart-shaped butt. It's a pleasure to follow you anytime, anywhere."
     Down, boy! I think I should throw a bucket of cold water on you," she said with a shake of her head.
     Right now I don't think it would help."
     So, I take it you liked what you beheld...?"
     I'd like to hold what I beheld." (Damn, I'm into this repartee)
     Keep me laughing, Big Boy... You just might get your wish," she chuckled in reply to my amazing wit, as she reached over and squeezed my hand.
     During this whole con-fab she'd been putting away the Black Jack, neat. Pop... Pop... Pop... One after another. Not non-stop, but steady.
     I was still working in my first one (at this sitting), so I knew I was okay. I took a careful look and she wasn't showing any effect, YET. But since she was flesh and blood it would only be a matter of time.
     I reached for her wrist, and held it on the table. "Candice, you've been hitting that awfully hard. How about something to eat?"
     Why not?" she answered. "I want a steak, a baked potato and a salad. Will you order while I run to the 'tur-let'?"
     Sure," I answered. "How do you want your steak, and what kinda dressing?"
     By now she was on her feet, and I was again treated to an eyeful of the whole enchilada. "Rare, and blue cheese," she answered. Her legs were spread, and the one closest to me stuck all that out of that spit skirt again.
     I'm sure she felt my eyes, as the traveled all the way up. From the tip of the thin black spike-heels, over her thin, fine boned ankle, across her trim calf, around her slim knee, up that finely muscled tapered thigh, grazing her tight belly, lingering at her firm swelling breasts. Oh, yeah.... Quite a package.
     She turned and winked at me, over her shoulder as she angled to the 'tur-let'. God Damn! She moved like she had ball-bearings in her hips, and in that tight knit each one of her firm, tight, independently-suspended buns expanded and contracted, and raised and lowered, moved forward and backward.... called to me in the oldest language know to man.
     I waved to Janine, and tried to place our order. Janine was being difficult, so I hoped we wouldn't get chili. Women! I'd asked Janine out twice, and she'd refused times. Now, here I am with a 'live one' and she's acting jealous. Candice was only gone a few minutes. But by the time she started back to the table out order was place, and I got to lean back and enjoy her bod, as she walked toward me for a change.
     She knew I'd be watching for her, and the way she stopped just outside the lady's room door. She posed in that spraddle-legged, hip-shot stance, that was as subtle as a train wreck. But complain? Not me!!!
     Candice started back across the wide-planked wooden floor, each step performed almost like a samba. Her legs made a swish as their nylon coverings softly touched the knit skirt, and her pelvis rocked, side-to-side, tugging one side of that tight skirt, and then the other. The knit emphasized the motion of her thighs as they moved, the fabric highlighting her mons, where it gathered quietly.
     Glancing higher, her breasts moved, gently bouncing and swaying, seemingly unrestrained. Their motion seemed to be having an interesting effect on her nipples, as their arousal and erectness became more apparent as she drew closer. Either A> she was a turned-on as I was, or B> she was smuggling cherries in her bra, or C> the room was colder to her than it was to me. Not that it mattered a damn bit. The view was fantastic, and I enjoyed every second of it.
     As she approached the table, there was a broad smile on her face, and an enticing twinkle in her eyes, like she had a secret. Instead to taking the chair directly across the table, she had been using, she took a seat next to him, where both he and the table shielded her from the room.
     After sitting, she leaned forward, as if to speak softly. As her head tilted, her long blonde mane softly swirled, and a quick shake of her head settled it. I moved my closer, and my eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, as her sharp fingernails sensuously raked the length of my thigh.
     We're going to discover some things together, Eric," she said in a husky, sultry tone.
     Like what?"
     Ohhhhhhh, like how good the steaks are here.... And how big your gun is..... And........," her voice dropped until it was almost inaudible, "we're going to discover where you intend to spend the night."
     Jesus, Candice...."
     You're not interested?"
     Of course I'm interested," he gasped. "Do you think I'm crazy?"
     A flush started to rise in her cheeks before she responded, "No, Eric. I'm the one who's acting crazy. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
     Nothing to be sorry for," I said in what i hoped was a quiet soothing voice. "At least not yet. Let's eat our meals, and make sure that that last statement wasn't just the booze talking."

     In the far corner of the bar, Leon had watched the entire scenario unfold with a look of contempt on his face. He hated cops. And he hated fancy bitches almost as much. There weren't many things in this life that he didn't hate.
     He didn't really hate cops but it seemed as if they were always around. Always picking on him, causing him trouble. Like the time he'd been caught peeping in his neighbor's apartment. He sighed and nursed his beer. What a sight she had been......
     He'd watched her off and on, ever since she'd moved in, right across the street. At first, he'd thought she was teasing him; the way she seemed to leave the drapes open. The first time he'd noticed he was waiting for Bodo to pick him up for work.
     Leon immersed himself in the circumstances that lead to his last contact with the police.........
     Leon hated working nights, but with his looks and record he couldn't get a job at a bank, and stock brokers wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole (or two five foot Swedes glued together). The job at the "Stop and Rob" just barely paid his rent, so he'd had to supplement it by working as a collector for Guido Schungilli. Bodo had recruited him one night after he'd had enough of a group of punk rockers.
     The four kids had been in and out of the store, buying cigarettes, beer, bothering customers, and slobbering over the 'skin magazines' on the rack near the back door for over an hour when they'd started scuffling. In the process, they'd kicked over a display of bottled beer, smashing several bottles, and making an awful mess
     Leon had grabbed the short baseball bat he kept under the counter and confronted them. Demanding that they pay for what they'd broken.
     "Cough it up," Leon demanded, snapping his fingers.
     "Up yer's. We was just leavin'"
     The four spike-haired freaks pushed past him, making for the entrance. Leon was right behind them. The punkers banged the door open and arranged themselves in a semi-circle.
     "Let's have the cash, asshole," Leon growled.
     "You can have THIS," shouted the largest of the quartet, as he attempted a round-house punch.
     Leon's face took on a wolfish grin, as he countered the blow with a short thrust of the bat to the punk's diaphragm. In less than fifteen seconds all of the leather-clad, chain draped, spike encrusted delinquents were on the ground, gasping and moaning. Leon casually picked them up, and one at a time, unceremoniously tossed them into the stinking dumpster near the curb.
     "Nicely done."
     The softly spoken words interrupted Leon's thoughts as ambled back to the store.
     "I said..Nicely done." The words came again from behind the darkly tinted window of a new Lincoln Leon had not seen earlier.
     "No big deal......Just tossing out some trash."
     A few minutes later Leon had an offer for employment to supplement the $6.50 an hour he was making as night manager. Sigbodt (Bodo) Elliffson made it sound easy. He ran the collection operation for the town's biggest gambler, Guido Schungilli. All Leon would have to do was 'lean' on a few folks with faulty memories.....and he could keep half of what he collected.
     All of it had flooded over Leon, as he sat in his dark apartment, waiting for Bodo, and watching his young neighbor 'star' in that evening's installment of, "Letch at your Neighbor".
     He groaned as he watched the girl dancing along with the exercise tape. She was wearing her usual un-outfit; just a filmy bra and barb-wire panties. Leon grinned at that line, and thought 'barb-wire panties'.... they protect the property but don't spoil the view.
     The girl was covered with a light sheen of sweat, (perspiration, you asshole... Ladies don't sweat), as he watched her do exaggerated pelvic thrusts, supported by her feet and shoulders, in a position that reminded him of a wrestler's bridge.
     "Oh baby....could you and I do great things together, was the last thought that flashed through his mind before Bodo's Lincoln pulled to the curb outside his apartment....
     Bodo had him back to his apartment in less than an hour. Just a few minutes of light work had netted him $150. He'd walked right up to the man's front door carrying a can of Blatz, and confronted the deadbeat while his family watched tv in the living room.
     "OK, asshole. We can do this easy.... or we can do it hard. Your choice." His voice always surprised people, they thought it sounded funny, kind of a raspy whiskey tenor that seemed out of place emanating from his massive body.
     "Who are you? What do you want?" that night's victim stammered.
     "Guido sent me...., he said you'd understand."
     "Ahhh... I'm two days late...., and he sends a collector?"
     "All I know is I'm supposed to bring back $300, and that's all I'm gonna do. Either that or a piece of your ass. Your choice. I see Dead President's in one minute, or I start taking you apart.... Right here where mom and the two kids can have a front row seat to watch the mud and blood and the beer." He emphasized his statement by dumping the dregs of the Blatz on the man's burnished cordovan wingtips.
     "Jesus, I don't have $300 in cash on me..."
     "Like I said. Your choice....and you're down to thirty seconds." Leon rose to the balls of his feet, and began pulling on thin black leather gloves.
     "Hold it..., come on..., hold it.... I've got maybe $150."
     "I'll take it," Leon rasped. "You still get a beating and you'll still owe this week's $300. We'll consider the $150 interest. And next week's $300 and this week's $300 are both due on Monday. Or I'll be back."
     "Jeez...I've got the money in the bank. I just don't have it here...."
     "So....?"
     "So follow me over to the bank machine.... I'll get you the whole $300," came the whining reply.
     "No fucking around?"
     "Just let me get my wallet," the man begged.
     "You're not gettin' outa my sight. Just holler at your wife, and have her bring it to you."
     The guy was practically groveling, begging Leon not to get his family involved....., but, he did as he was told. The lady of the house, (not a bad looking piece of beef either) looked at Leon questioningly until the guy went into a song and dance about a water leak at his office, and how he had to go look and would be right back.
     Leon rode with the welcher while Bodo trailed them in the Lincoln. The trip and the rest of the transaction were uneventful, almost anti-climatic. He got the $300 and made a strong suggestion to the man that he keep his account current.
     As Bodo drove him home, Leon peeled off $150 and stuffed it into his pocket, handing Bodo the other half.
     "Wanna drink?" Bodo asked.
     "Nahh...I'm too wound up right now. I really was looking forward to pounding some lumps on that whuss...", Leon remarked as he started to crawl out of Bodo's car.
     "Maybe next time," Bodo laughed, as he began to drive off.
     Leon watched the Lincoln turn the corner and was about to start up the walk to his building when movement in the window across the street caught his eye. It was 'her' apartment.
     Leon crossed the street, and drifted closer to the building, changing his angle to the window, until he had a clear view into her bedroom. He'd caught part of this kind of action an earlier night, but from across the street (even with binoculars) he could not see too well.
     This was a different story. He had a clear, close-up view of 'her' as she lay naked on her bed. He watched her hands glide over her torso and cupped her breasts. Her fingers busily teasing her coral pink nipples, and he watched carefully as they became firm and erect before his eyes.
     She shifted slightly and reached to a bedside table, and then while one hand continued to torment her tits, the other used a bumpy pink dildo to get herself off, over and over again.
     Leon watched the drama unfold, captured by its sheer eroticism, and didn't notice the black and white cruiser as it turned onto his street, and accelerated toward where he was standing, close to her window.
     "Freeze, motherfucker," a voice barked, jerking Leon back to reality.
     The two cops had spread-eagled him across the hood of the cruiser, patted him down, and cuffed him. Leon had been through the drill a time or two, so he cooperated...., as much as they'd let him. The $150 jammed into his pocket had raised their eyebrows, as had the $200 and change in his wallet.
     They'd called in on the radio, using his driver's license as an ID, and glared at him, while they waited for an NCIC report. Then it finally was radioed back, it was lights and sirens all the way to the Cop Shop.
     He stayed cuffed during the booking, and while he was finger-printed, one of the bulls had his opposite arm in a hammerlock. He guessed they didn't get many yellow sheets like his....
     When the detective finally got around to interviewing him, he was asked, "What were you doing when the officers apprehended you?"
     "I just got home and was starting into my apartment, when I saw something in that window. It looked like a fight or something, so I walked across the street to be sure. I was just checking it out when your guys jumped all over me."
     "They said you were acting like a peeper."
     "Like hell...when did you ever see a peeper standing on the sidewalk... without a raincoat...under a streetlight?"
     "You've got a point there, Ace."
     "Damn straight." Leon wasn't worried and it started to show in his tone of voice. "I was across the street from my own apartment, on the sidewalk, acting like a good citizen...what are you going to charge me with?"
     "Relax, Ace," the detective answered. "I'm cutting you loose this time. But, we'll be watching for you to step outa line..., just once. Then, it'll be right back in the slammer.
     By the time Leon got back to his place, there were no lights showing across the street in 'her' apartment, so he stripped, stretched out, and simply stroked himself, as he replayed what he'd watched through her window.
     The next day, he paid a visit to "Telescopes-R-Us" and bought a 300x telescope and tripod, which he installed in a strategic window. That night, and almost every night from then on, he watched, enjoyed, and desired his neighbor. He didn't know if she was an exhibitionist or just forgetful, and he didn't really care. He did know that he was forming a real attachment for the little bundle of red-haired dynamite that nearly every day made his forehead sweat and his joint swell and throb.
     Leon's day dream ended, and he glanced across the bar to the table where the blonde and the cop were working on some steaks. If he was any judge, the blonde had just decided to snap her lips around a trouser trout.

     Me..., Eric Thornquist, Detective Senior Grade, had learned quite a bit about The Constitution's Arts and Entertainment food reviewer while we ate. I also learned a bit about the blonde too.
     I learned the food reviewer probably took cash under the table in exchange for glowing reviews. Our steaks were well prepared, but tough.
     The lady was tough too. In more ways than one. Her name (at least for tonight) was Candice, and she lived up on the hill. She was 33 years old, married for the second time, had great legs, and seemed horny as hell.
     Whattaya say we get outa here?" I asked, as I set my coffee cup down on the dark, highly polished table.
     Where to?" Candice asked. "Some place private, I hope."
     I was thinking of the police pistol range...out behind the airport. Is that private enough?"
     So I can play with your gun?" she giggled.
     You seemed interested earlier."
     Well, that seemed fair," she answered. "I was looking at your gun butt, and you were looking at mine."
     Right you are... What I was looking at had nothing to do with a gun," I answered with a perfectly straight face.
     I know... Oh, I know..." came her breathy reply. "I could feel your eyes moving over it."
     Let's go, and you'll feel a lot more than my eyes."
     Promises, promises," she said with a wicked glint in her eyes.
     Well", I asked, "are we gonna sit here all night? I think it was probably the booze talking earlier, anyway."
     What aah-vah do ya-all mean?"
     When you said, we'd have to see where I was going to spend the night."
     If there's two things I know how to do, it's hold my liquor, and keep my word. I'll just make a quick stop in the Lady's, and we'll see if that pistol you're carrying is a pop-gun or a real cannon. Toss me your raincoat, and I'll be right back."
     She picked up her purse, and took my damp coat like it was a dead rat. Then she repeated that fantastic stroll across the room to the 'tur-let'. She wasn't quite as steady on her feet as she'd been earlier, but that didn't detract from my enjoyment.
     While she was gone, I paid off Janine, and gave her a twenty percent tip. She didn't look at all impressed by my generosity. In fact, I swear I heard her whisper, "bastard" in my general direction.
     Candice stepped out of the Lady's, and motioned for me to join her. I have to say, that old rain coat looked a lot better on her than it did on me.

     Leon, watched Eric, as he walked over and took Candice's elbow as they started out to the parking lot. He also noticed as she leaned heavily against him, apparently feeling the effects of the drinks.

     I wasn't sure, but I suspected that the way she pressed her firm warm breast against my hand as we walked, wasn't entirely the fault of the alcohol. But, under the circumstances, who was I to complain?
     Which car are we going to take," Candice asked as we approached the plain Ford I was using, where it was parked in the second row.
     Maybe we should take mine," I replied. "That way there won't be any questions if it's seen at the range."
     Wonderful," Candice cooed, "the last thing I need is my husband asking questions."
     Always the gentleman, I steered her across the gravel and pot- holes, and unlocked and opened the door for her. With a minimum of lost motion, the clip-board and thermos were tossed into the back seat.
     Your chariot awaits, Lovely Lady."
     Boy you are full of it, aren't you," she whispered in my ear, just before grazing my cheek with a kiss. Returning her mouth to the vicinity of my ear she continued softly, "Before long I hope it's me that's full."
     I tried..., unsuccessfully, not to react, but I was only too aware of the hard swelling that pressed against her thigh as I helped her into the car.
     Be careful of your legs. You'll have to ride with that shotgun between your knees."
     That will only be a preview, I hope," she said smiling up.
     As I watched her settle herself into the seat, I was only too aware that she had eagerly straddled the Model 870 Remington 12- gauge that was locked to the dashboard by the barrel. I also paid particular attention to the long, lean, well proportioned leg that was exposed below the hem of my ratty raincoat. All the way from her ankle to way above the middle of her thigh.
     She watched my eyes caress her long legs. Then she coyly lowered her eyes, and tugged at the raincoat in a very unsuccessful attempt to cover herself.
     I moved the car out of the parking lot, to the edge of the highway, where I stopped, and checked carefully before pulling out onto the deserted road, thinking traffic was awfully light to be only 11:15.
     Concentrating around the edges of a light buzz from the booze, I drove five miles or so, and then turned off onto the airport bypass. Keeping my mind on the road was getting difficult. Not only had the booze reached over from the back seat and mugged me, but Candice wasn't helping a bit. She was sitting right beside him; spraddle-legged. Sometime or another, she had unbuttoned my rain coat, and was running her hands over her barely covered breasts.
     Like I said. I don't know exactly when she'd done it. But, in the 'tur-let' I guess, she'd ditched the knit dress, and changed into my raincoat. And then some place between the time I'd turned out onto the highway, and when I'd made the turn toward the airport, but regardless - she'd unbuttoned it, and all that prevented the bounty of her upper body from swinging free was a light, lacy, almost transparent bra. And below the waist.... All I could see in the shadows was an equally lacy garter belt, pressing into, and looping around those porno-image-producing hips of hers.

     Leon's eyes followed the couple as they made their way from the bar into the parking lot. He'd moved to the window, and watched with interest as Eric helped her into the car. Then, he carefully followed them when they pulled away from "The Broken Drum."
     Every time he saw the sub-title to the joint's name he had to laugh... "The Broken Drum" (You can't Beat it)... Somehow, even as corny as it was, the damn thing cracked him up.
     When Eric's car started to make the turn onto the Airport Bypass, Leon pulled to the side of the road, and clicked on his emergency flashers. He climbed out, and watched the tail lights until he saw them flare briefly, and then turn into the police pistol range.
     As he waited to be sure Eric was not using the dirt road as a convenient turnaround, he opened the trunk of his car, and pulled out a battered leather case. Bodo had often asked him to work surveillance on somebody, discreetly following and recording their activities; so using the camera to make a record of Eric and Candice's activities of the evening was almost second nature.
     He spun the rewind knob. Happily there was no resistance indicating the camera was loaded. He popped the back open, and loaded it with industrial grade, high speed infrared film. After re-latching the camera, he double-checked the data recording back, and smiled as he noted both the time and date were correct.
     He took his time, sure that Eric would be able to entertain himself for a while, as he attached a 80-270mm zoom lens, and mounted the strobe that was already equipped with a heavy dark red filter.
     Leon smiled to himself, as climbed back into the car and drove a hundred yards past the pistol range road. Then he pulled in under some trees, and began silently threading his way through the dense undergrowth that shielded the range from the road and vice versa.

     When I pulled the car to a stop, I have to say, I was both shocked and amazed by Candice's reaction. She left no question in my mind as to just what was expected of me in these circumstance. She'd made it crystal clear during the drive from the Broken Drum that she had serious sex on her mind.
     As soon as we were parked, she climbed out of the car, walked over to a nearby picnic table, and proceeded to shrug off the raincoat that had only covered her arms and shoulders, and then unclipped the tiny fastener that held the two sides of her filmy bra together.
     Candice's spectacular, firm breasts were free, and I approached her, and reached for them. Knowing what she liked, she quickly turned around, pressing her sleek ass into my already hard crotch. Since Mama didn't raise any dummies, I reached around and took a tit in each hand.
     Candice groaned with pleasure, when my hands grasped those tender globes, and then she purred, "Pinch my nipples.. PLEASE!"
     I was used to following orders, so her request didn't cause me any undue concern. Almost eagerly I complied, and gripped her already engorged nipples firmly between his thumb and forefingers.
     Harder, damn you!"
     I increased the pressure, and she moaned, pressing her ass even harder against my now fully aroused cock, as she writhed. To add to her arousal, I firmly tugged and twisted her nipples, and she went wild...
     Oh, God!, Oh God, Yesss," she hissed. "This'll teach him. Oh, yesss, do it, Do it!"

     Leon could hear them as he made his way through the brush that surrounded the pistol range, and he hoped that he would not be too late to capture whatever they we doing on film. He thought having something on film to use against that fucking detective might be good insurance.
     Besides, from the racket she was making, he might get some shots that would keep him company.... on those nights his sexy young neighbor got his motor running... which was most nights.... Especially now that he had his telescope.

     Candice shrugged herself free of my clutching hands, and in two steps was sitting on the picnic table. One foot resting on the bench seat, and the other planted on the table top. She was leaning back on her elbows when she said, "Eric..., you never had dessert."
     She was right. Neither of us had. But, the night was still young!
     I stepped up to the plate (well, the picnic bench really); prepared to hit a home run (okay, at least a double, then). The bench of the picnic table was still damp from the rain, but I was doin' it for the Gipper.... or at least my best to her gripper.
     I leaned forward, and lay the side of my face on her firm stomach, while my hands were busy locating, and then stroking their way up her thighs. Her musky scent, signaling her readiness wafted into my nostrils, and raised my temperature even higher. She was already shivering, and since the night was warm, I was sure it wasn't from the cold.
     In a series of coordinated moves I hadn't used in a while, I used my fingers to open her petal-like lips, and ran my tongue the full length of her soaking snatch. She came. Bucking and gasping, her hips rocked in all directions at once, as they tried (successfully, I might add) to keep my sucking, licking mouth on (or at least very close) to her clitoris.

     When Leon stepped quietly out of the woods, what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a stark naked blonde with the guy's face in her puss...
     The way they were carrying on, he had to be careful, but not silent, as he moved around in the dark. Smoothly, he lifted the camera to his eye, and cranked off about 5 shots. Each of them from a slightly different perspective, and all of them making use of the close-up capability of the zoom lens. Oh, yeah....... Some mighty hot shots.

     Wait... Let me breathe, you bastard!" she grinned down at me.
     I had to think for a second about letting WHO breathe. I mean, it was my nose and mouth that she was pressing into her pulsating gash. And then I understood. It was that last orgasm that seemed to grow larger and more all encompassing, as it crashed through her like a surfer's dream wave at Wakiki.
     Break time?" I asked, as I rested my face on her thigh, and trailed my fingers through her thick blonde thatch.
     No, you son-of-a-bitch," she laughed quietly. "It's time for the main event." She turned and in two steps was sitting on the picnic table. One foot resting on the bench seat, and the other planted on the table top. "That is.... If you're you're not all mouth."
     She motioned for me to move off the bench, and I did. I slid off, and took a step back, as she scooted forward, and sat, facing me, in the same spot I had just vacated.
     I was standing between her wide-spread knees, so it was no problem for me to reach out and pull her head against my belly. She rested there for a few moments, and then she leaned back and reached for my belt.
     With sure, deliberate motions, I was unbuckled and unzipped. My trousers went south, landing in twin wrinkled piles around my ankles. My boxers went next.
     She reached out, and placed her hand, palm up, under 'Old Faithful', and just let him lie there.
     Eric, this is not a snub-nosed pistol. It's a cannon."
     I'm glad you like it," I answered breathlessly. (I mean, it's hard (pardon the expression) not to be breathless when you're standing between a naked lady's knees, and she's complimenting you on the caliber of your weapon as well as the length of it's barrel).
     She leaned forward, running the tip of her tongue around the head, and then sucked about half it's length into her mouth. Her tongue was doing the Tango, or the Cha Cha, as her firm lips massaged it. I, having nothing better to do with them, put my hands on the back of her head, and tried to help her with the back and forth, in and out, up and down...
     Oh no you don't," she hissed around my joint, as her eyes flashed up at me. Her words were really more like 'owww, nough jew doughwwnt', but I got the message. Instead of 'helping' I started stroking that long blonde hair.

     Leon knew the pictures were going to be great. Him going down on her, and then her trying to suck start his Harley. The photos would give him many nights of pleasant memories, and a little something to use if this detective ever tried running a game on him.

     Candice knew exactly what she was doing down there. More than once she had me close to the brink, but she slowed down, and let me recover. Then she started giving me head in earnest. Pumping with her lips, tickling with her tongue, and cupping my balls with one hand as her sharp finger nails raked my inner thighs.
     Suddenly she stopped, and said, "We'll do it like this later. I want you to cum in me the first time..."
     Was I mad? Was I disappointed? Hell no!! Face is face, but pussy is pussy..... And given a choice, the fuzzy clam will win EVERY time.
     I stepped back, and Candice stood up momentarily. I say momentarily, because that's about how long it took for her to turn around, spread her long beautiful legs, bend at the waist, and present her gorgeous sculpted ass. Even in the subdued light, her pussy glistened with her juice. I stepped up to the plate.
     My bat was in her box (to continue the simile), and I pressed on (at least in). She shifted her weight from leg to leg as I penetrated her pussy. When I had been completely engulfed, I withdrew, until only the tiniest edge of the tip remained inside, and then slowly entered her again. A perfect fit!
     As I pounded into her I heard mewing sounds, gasps, groans and I think at least one 'OOOhhhh GGoddddddd!' My hips were jerking back and forth in an ancient rhythm, providing a driving bass beat, while she maintained the tempo, and pulsed wildly following a slightly different but VERY complimentary score. The composer was a master, because instead of slowing, the beat got faster and wilder, as we both drove toward a crashing crescendo.
     My balls tightened, my cock swelled (and she commented) and then gushed - over and over, shooting streams of hot sperm deep into her pussy, that spasmed and milked me with muscular contractions.
     When our climaxes (climaxi ?) had passes, I stayed buried deep inside her hot box, thrusting minutely, not wanting the moment to pass... Finally, she said, "Okay, Eric... You'll need a few minutes to recover, before you can do THAT again. Let's rest someplace where we won't get splinters in our asses."
     We dressed, more or less, because Candice was still wearing only my raincoat, fired up the Chevy and drove back toward the Broken Drum. It was awfully quiet in the car, as we both seemed alone with our thoughts. My right hand was entwined with hers as I steered with my left, and her head rested softly on my shoulder.
     Mmmmmm, that was nice," she said softly when were a block or so from the 'Drum'.
     Sure was," I answered, as my eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror. I thought I'd seen a car following us when we turned off the airport bypass onto the highway.
     Everything all right? You seem awfully quiet? she asked.
     No, everything's fine... In fact wonderful," I replied. "I'm just having a hard time believing this evening."
     Me too," she said. Then in a little firmer voice she continued, I suppose it's back to the wife and rug-rats for you."
     It wasn't a question. But, it did demand an answer, so I gave her one. "Nope... It's back to my apartment for a couple of drinks and then to bed."
     Alone...... I can't believe that."
     It's true... "
     Not tonight it's not." The words were louder, more cheerful. Almost relieved. "That is, you don't have to sleep alone tonight, unless you want to....."
     Again, not a question. Not a request. Just an open ended statement that I could pick up and run with.... "You're serious, aren't you?" I asked.
     Why don't we go to your place, and I show you how serious I am."
     I flipped a U-ey, through a closed Texaco station, and then ducked through a couple of side streets and charged down the ramp onto the Interstate. I squeezed her hand, and said, "Candi.. You don't mind if I call you Candi, do you?"
     Call me anything you want, Eric. Just don't make me go home."
     Candi, things like this just don't happen to me...." I sputtered lamely.
     Like this?" she asked, as she released my hand and jammed it against her dripping cunt.
     My fingers began to explore all her wonderful creases and crevices, and I was having a HARD (at least a difficult) time keeping the Chevy between the white lines, and the rain had started again. "Like any of this," I tried to continue the thought. "Like meeting somebody like you, and having a bite, and then... and then going off with them like a horny teenager to park...."
     If that was parking," she said, as she shifted up onto one cheek, and pushed my fingers into her, "you had a much more exciting teenagerhood than I did."
     My exit was coming, up, so I tried to concentrate. Shit, if I overshot, and missed it the next one was five more miles. I swerved across two puddle filled lanes, and blasted up to the stop at the top of the exit ramp in a cloud of spin-drift, while on a whole other level of consciousness, my fingers pressed into her, massaging the interior of her snatch.
     It was only a couple of blocks to my place, and I managed to get us there through the downpour in one piece. Looking back, I'm not sure how, but if we'd had an accident, they'd have had to chop my arm off at the elbow, and my fingers would have been coming out her nose; she was that slick and eager.
     Once in my apartment, we didn't waste much time. She made a couple of comments about how surprised she was that the place wasn't a mess, but a 'Better Homes and Gardens' tour wasn't high on our collective agendas. I pointed her at the 'tur-let' and the bedroom, and ducked into the kitchen to mix a couple of drinks. I didn't know if she needed one, but I sure did!
     When I made it to the bedroom, she was already in bed, with just the sheet covering her, slim sexy form. I'd dropped my suit coat in the dining room, draping it over a chair, like usual, so I put my 9MM on the closet shelf, and unbuckled the shoulder-rig. The leather and elastic monstrosity went on top of the dresser.
     I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my shoes, very aware of being observed. Then the shirt went into the dirty clothes basket, and my pants were quickly hung over the corner of the door.
     The sound of windblown rain against the window, and its shadows generated by the streetlight across the parking area moved over the room. We snuggled closer together under the covers, as we savored the warmth of our bodies meeting, and touching. My arm was over her side, pulling her back into me, and my hand cupped her breast softly.
     She sighed softly, as she felt my lips lightly grazing the back of her neck, working slowly down to the tops of her shoulders. My breath is warm and arousing, making her arch back into me. I felt her response, knowing that she was not yet fully ready.
     My lips begin moving around the side of her neck, just lightly kissing her with soft, dry kisses that worked their way up her neck, until they were just below her ear.
     She felt my breath flowing around her ear, then a long, slow kiss, my lips wide, slowly closing, caressing her neck just below her ear. She moaned softly, and moved against me in a soft, sensual undulation. Her eyes were barely open, but she had a sexy smile on her face.
     My tongue traced the edge of her ear, and her nails lightly raked my thigh as she let out a long moan.
     My fingers closed over her nipple, rolling it between my fingers the way I knew she liked it. Another long moan escaped her lips, this time with a long breath. I could feel her nipple standing tall..., hard and eager for more attention.
     She rolled into me, turning half onto her back, turning her face toward me. My hand left her breast and slid down the center of her chest, flat palmed to spread warmth through her. Our lips met, gently. Hers were so soft, sensually warm. We kissed briefly again, a second time, lingering longer, playing our lips over each other, slowly building our passions.

     Without words or cues, we knew just when the tempo of our love should change. Our lips parted, our mouths came together, and her tongue flowed into my mouth. Somehow feeling even more intimate than sex. Our tongues danced, together celebrating our new found closeness. We felt our bodies melt together, heat and radiant warmth, flowed through us. It seemed to last forever, but not long enough.
     Her hand slipped through my hair and I felt her give herself to me. My lips worked down her throat, across the sensitive skin, warming her with my breath.
     We moved and she lay on her back, with an arm sliding under my upraised chest to pull me closer.
     I moved down, kissing her chest, licking her lightly where her breasts blended into her chest. She felt my lips between her breasts, then on their sides. I pulled the covers over my head, to keep the warm air inside. In the darkness of our private cave I found her firm breast and licked around its outside edge, tracing it with my tongue. I felt her press herself toward me as my tongue moved underneath, teasing the soft, sensitive skin there. I knew what she wanted me to do, and I would... in time.
     My lips nipped at her other nipple, pulling on the soft skin, playing with her. I could sense she was getting impatient, but still demanding more. I let my hair tickle one breast as I turned my mouth back to the other. She felt my tongue under the breast, licking upwards over the curve. The warm wetness excited her as I moved closer to her nipple.
     My tongue flicked upwards, right past her hard, stiff nipple, flicking it. Slowly I circled the edge of her areola, then closed my lips around it, sucking, and nipping.
     My lips pressed down, then tugged on her nipple. Then she felt my tongue flicking it up and down, left and right, faster and faster. I released it, and sucked it again, closing my mouth around her areola, sucking all of her lovely nipple into my mouth. With a wide, wet, flat tongue I washed it in warmth, then let my lips slide down to grasp the hard tip again. My lips shielded my teeth as I bit it gently, making her quiver and moan.
     I could feel her arching up, trying to feel my skin against hers. I let my hands glide down her sides, flowing over the curve of her hips. I wanted to lick all of her, to eat her up, to hold her in my arms and press my face against every square inch of her body.
     Even under the covers I could see the outline of her sexy stomach. Earlier she said it could never be flat enough, never right. She was wrong!! It was perfectly sexy, wonderfully warm, always sensual. My lips traced along the edges of her stomach, then down the center. I could tell she wanted me to move lower, but not too fast. It was a delicious place to be.
     I moved lower, touching her legs, letting my body caress her where my hands and lips could not.
     What a soft, sensitive area I have found! My lips caressed the edge of her mons, lightly kissing around the edge of her triangle. Teasing, I slid my tongue along the line formed by her legs meeting her torso. It was so sexy to feel her writhe when I did that. Like an iceskater on an empty lake, I let my tongue draw circles, curves and curly-q's over her mons, then down lower, maddeningly close to her magic button.
     Her scent filled my nostrils, filling me with an urgent desire. I knew I wanted her, but I wanted us both to ride higher before we consumed each other. Reluctantly I left her luscious mound, licking and kissing my way down her succulent thigh. My hand roamed ever so lightly over her other thigh. I alternated the touch of my lips. Left, right, left, right. I could feel her enjoying it, letting herself float on the feelings.
     She felt my lips on the back of her knee, my hand slide down her shapely calf. Her sexy legs, taut and shapely. Doing just what I wanted as they wrapped around my ears, locked behind my back, and pulled my face tighter against her pussy.
     I worked my way up her other leg, alternating between kissing her inner thigh on one side, then the other. It felts like my lips were walking up between her legs, searching for that place that would make her feel so good.
     My hands slid over her legs, upwards, to hold her flaring hips. At last I let her feel my hot, steamy breathe, right between her legs, right where it should be. A jolt shocked her as my tongue touched just to the right of her pussy, licking slowly, ever so slowly upwards. I could feel her tighten, breathing harder as I moved closer to the top of her pussy.
     I moved to the other side. Again using long, slow stroking tongue pressure, warm, and damp, as I licked the inside of that thigh too, just below her pussy, teasing her tingling skin. Heat from her pussy flooded my face, humid, full of her scent. It made my mouth water, made me hard, made me want her even more.
     I used just the tip of my tongue, held hard and pointed, I let it gently part the folds of her flower, I tasted her as I rose slowly upwards. I stopped, momentarily, just below her aching clit, I teased her for a second longer. Then she felt my tongue, circling her clit, flicking it lightly back and forth, up and down. At once her loins were ablaze with marvelous electric jolts. They jerked outwards, welcoming me.
     My tongue dived in, lapping up the slippery cream that flowed from her, as I circled her entrance, flicking and feathering up her slit until it began circling her clit. I could feel her body stiffening, feel her legs stretching out. I wanted her to lock her legs over my back and pull my face tight. To let me make her cum, to let me taste her deeply, to feel her spasm and tremble. I wanted to feel her legs clamping around my head.
     Oh God! She'd be so sexy when she cums like that, her hands on my head, her soft, sexy buns cupped in my hands, her legs tight around me. I loved to taste her, to lick her as she cums, to feel her pussy spasm against my face. Best of all, I liked to look up and see her smiling dreamily.
     From there, our evening could have gone any direction and it would have suited me.
     We could have just lain and cuddled, or she could have rolled onto her stomach, relaxing while I slowly made love to her. Or, this could have been a night when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deep into her pussy, both of us staring deep into each other's eyes.
     Who knows, this might be one of those times when she wants to give to me. Where she climbs on top, and makes me lie still so she can drive me crazy. Or, this might be one of those happy times where she lies between my legs, sucking and teasing me as I did to her, making me crazy by wrapping herself around me, her lips reaching for the base of my cock, showing me how much she enjoys giving me pleasure too.
     Eric," she said softly, there in the darkness, would you be mad if I asked you to quit eating me?"
     Mad..... I don't think so. I'd just place you under arrest for resisting..."
     Ohhhh, resisting is the last thing on my mind... I promise."
     I lifted my face from her juicy box, and slid up over her, still between her wide-spread knees. When my head passed her chest, I slowed momentarily... Well, maybe a little longer, to give each of her nipples a lick and a tug. Her pelvis rocked, in time with my nibbles, and her sharp fingernails raked my back.
     As my face was about even with hers, I felt her arm and hand snake down, grab my cannon, and guide it into her. This time was even better than by the picnic table. Not that there was anything wrong with taking her from behind.... Oh no! That was a definite 'do again'. But, this was more intimate, less frantic.
     I pressed the head passed the muscular ring, and sank into her hot wet center, and paused, enjoying the sensation. Her breasts were squashed almost flat under my chest, our bellies were tight together, and we were fully joined at the crotch. A very time- honored position.
     My hips pressed forward, driving me deeper, and then withdrew, and then repeated the thrust, withdrawal, thrust, withdrawal. I felt her heels slide up the backs of my thighs, pressing me slightly deeper with each plunge.
     I could hear her breathing, faster and faster as the beast with two backs writhed on my bed.
     Up on your elbows, Eric, please.... I can't breathe."
     I took some of my weight off her chest, and looked down into her eyes, that were wide and staring. "Better?" I asked.
     Oh, yesss," she gasped, as I continued to ride her.
     Her ankles had moved higher, and now were wrapped around the small of my back, and her legs were actively involved in driving me as deep as possible with each thrust. My head dropped , and I looked between our bodies, toward where we were joined in the shadows, and the bounce and sway of her firm mammaries captured my attention.
     She was moving freely under me in that split-second between the withdrawal and the beginning of a new plunge, and I could feel her muscles ripple around my cock. Her legs helped propel me forward, her pelvis rocked, and I drove in, and struck bottom.
     She gasped, and then we did it again, over and over. The tip of my cock would bump something deep inside her, she would gasp, and her pussy would flutter.
     We were both getting to the short stokes. There was a glow to her face and a flush across her chest and neck, and my balls were tingling, and my cock was swelling. I think she started just a second ahead of me, but who cares!! We essentially came together, which although it isn't all it's cracked up to be, is pretty terrific.
     When the shuddering and spasming, and spewing and cuming was over, I lay in her arms as we both gasped and wheezed. Then I rolled off and she lay on my shoulder, with her knee across my thighs.
     I've gotta go..." I was aware of the words, even though I hadn't really heard her say them, as we lay there cuddling.
     I thought you didn't want me to send to home?" I mumbled.
     Who said anything about home.....?" she said, just after she licked my ear. "I've gotta use your 'tur-let'."
     Okay," I said sleepily. "I'll be right here."
     That earned me a poke in the ribs, so I leaned up on my elbow, and watched her perfection (spelled ass) as she moved through the dark bedroom, and became an hour-glass-shaped outline against the bright light.
     I felt the bed bounce, when she returned, and then a hiss of displeasure....
     Awww, shit!"
     Whatsa matter?" I mumbled.
     I've got the wet spot."
     Only if you want it.... Come around here. It's dry."
     Then you'll have it," she whined.
     Wanna bet? You sleep on this side, and I'll be so close to you..." (What a gentleman!?)
     By now I was more or less awake, so I rolled out of the bed, patting my side. "C'mon... Get your gorgeous ass over here, and I'll take care of the wet spot."
     When I got back from the bathroom with a fresh towel, she had done what I asked, and was lying flat on her back, clutching the sheet and blanket up under her chin, with both hands staring at the ceiling.
     I know... It needs painting." I said as I slid in beside her.
     Wha.... Ohhh, no... It's fine.
     Then what's the matter?" I asked.
     Just nervous..... That's all," she answered.
     What have you got to be nervous about now? Hell, if you were going to be nervous, it should have been a couple of hours ago."
     A couple of hours ago, I was too hot to be nervous."
     By now my arm was under her neck, and her head was again on my shoulder. My free hand was sliding over her flank, soothing her, like you would a scared puppy. "C'mon, Candi... What's the matter?"
     I'm scared... That's what's the matter." she said grimly.
     About what?" I was starting to get sleepy again, but I was struggling.
     If my husband finds out about tonight.... He'll kill us both."
     Now I wasn't sleepy! "I thought you said he was out-of-town or something?" I asked, suddenly paying more attention to her words than her firm, young flesh that I was stroking.

     I think I said he was working late. He's always working late, or out-of-town. That's what I said."
     There was a resigned tone to her voice. Kinda' like 'what's done is done, and there's no way to fix it'. "It's too late now?" I asked. "I mean, it's too late to go home now?"
     Yeah.... By now he's home. I mean, how can I explain... What could I say?"
     Tell him the truth," I said quietly. My brain was spinning a- mile-a-minute. "You can't lie... He'll know in a second if you're lying to him."
     No! You don't know him. He'll kill me.... I mean literally kill me DEAD! Then he'll come after you. Or he'll send somebody after you," she protested.
     Then don't tell him the full truth... Just tell him enough that it makes sense..." I was scrambling now. All I needed was some jealous son-of-a-bitch gunning for me.
     I continued.... "Tell him you stopped someplace for a drink or two. As you were leaving you bumped into a cop, who pinched you." This last statement was accompanied by a firm squeeze of the closest available nipple.
     She gasped, and looked over at me, her eyes wild.
     Then, tell him you were too embarrassed, or too scared to call him in the middle of the night, so you waited until this morning, signed yourself out, and now you're home...."
     That just might work."
     Sure," I said, none too sure whether it would or not. "I can write up a violation and give it to you. You know, I'll put a time on it like 8:30 or 9:00."
     Yes.... And that would explain why my car is still at the Drum.... Oh, Eric... I think It'll work." Her last statement was accompanied by a long deep kiss.
     Okay, now settle down and get some sleep," I said as my free hand moved over her.
     She sighed, and rolled over on her side, pressing back against me. My face was buried in her long blonde hair, and my arm and hand were draped over her tight flat stomach.

     I guess we both drifted off. Because the next thing I was aware of, was waking up in almost the same position. I say almost, because now my cock was hard as a rock, resting against her butt, and my hand was filled with her tit. I turned my head a little and nuzzled her neck.
     Morning, lover..." I heard her say softly. "Did you sleep all right?" Her hand covered mine, and mine still covered her breast.
     Better than all right. I could get used to this."
     Me too." Her words ware accompanied by a wiggle of her hips. The base of 'Ol Faithful' was now resting in the crack of her ass.
     I suppose we better get up," I said, glancing at the alarm beside the bed.
     If you want to," she answered, again wiggling her butt against me. But, before we do, I have a question for you."
     Okay, but be gentle," I said. "It's still early."
     I think you'll like the question," she giggled. "If you saw a couple in bed... Just like we are now... You know like spoons... Both facing the same way, and pressed tight together... Can you guess the man's name?"
     Huh...?" (God I'm brilliant in the morning.)
     Can you guess the man's name... You have two choices, and either one of them could be right." More giggling and wriggling.
     I don't have a clue.... Tell me." Now my other hand was full of tit, while I ran my free one up and down her side, thigh and over the cheek of her ass.
     And the answers are........ Willie Turner," giggle, "or Willie Taylor". The second name was accompanied by a twitch of her butt.
     Ahhhhhhh," I said, "I understand now." The hand that had been stroking her thigh and ass dipped down between her firm cheeks, and traced a line the full length of her pussy and up over her anus. "Now I have a question for you, little girl."
     What's that?"
     Can you reach into that drawer beside you, and get the tube of K-Y? Then either Mr. Turner or Mr. Taylor can visit."
     Momentarily, she handed me the tube of lube, and said, "I feel so lazy this morning...... Would you mind if I didn't move?"
     Then it would be Mr. Taylor who comes calling, I suppose."
     As long as he's gentle," she sighed.
     Very....." I quickly replied. "I suppose the best thing would be for you to roll over.... No... On your stomach."

     Leon's hands were shaking, he was so excited, as he handed over the still damp prints to Bodo. "The bastard gave me the slip on the Freeway, so after I looked for him and couldn't find him I went to the darkroom to see what the camera captured."
     "Son-of-a-bitch!" Bodo exclaimed. "Does anyone else know you've got these?"
     "Of course not, Boss," Leon quipped. "See they're not even dry yet."
     Leon reached for his car phone, and after waiting for the connection to be completed he started, "Guido.... Was Rhonda home tonight?"
     There was a pause while the Big Boss answered. He continued, "Well, I've got something here you have to see right away. Can I stop over now?"

     I squeezed a generous glob of the K-Y onto my finger, and carefully positioned on her pink puckered rosebud. I gave it a few seconds to begin to liquefy, and then rubbed it in. It's a dirty job. But somebody has to do it...
     As my fingers first touched, then stroked, then penetrated her tight ass, her legs opened, and the muscular ring relaxed. I added more K-Y, and the slippery substance coating my fingers made it easy for other digits to play with her pussy, as her rectum was readied and relaxed.
     Finally, I got on my knees, between hers and applied a liberal coat of slippery stuff to 'Ol Faithful.
     Ready?" I asked.... Hoping the answer would be yes, but not really caring, because from this position her pussy was equally available.... and we both knew that she was about to get fucked.
     I think so," she answered, as she rose up on her knees, presenting those wonderful flared hips, those tight buns, that deep wonderful cunt and her tight puckered back door. "Just be careful."
     I moved forward, and placed "Ol Fathful's" head in the center of her anus, and pressed forward. I could feel the tightness, the resistance of her sphincter holding me out.
     Easy.... Let me relax," she said.
     I'll just stay like this," I answered through gritted teeth. I wanted to drive it in, but that wouldn't be good for Candi. And, if it wasn't good for her, then why bother.... (Can you believe that shit!)
     I eased off a little, and felt her butthole relax a little, she urged me forward, breathing shallowly in little sharp gasps, and the head slipping in. She groaned, and I froze.
     Just give me a second... To get used to you back there," she grunted. I waited, and then she said, "Now... Try it slowly."
     I added another dollop of K-Y where we were joined, and pressed forward. I don't know if it was the extra grease, but regardless, I glided in. All the way in.
     I felt her move, and asked what she was doing. Her answer was to cup my balls, and say, "While you bang my asshole, I'm gonna diddle my clit and stick my fingers into my puss.... Like this!" Then I felt her fingers almost touch me through the thin membrane that separated my cock from her pussy.
     It was a mind-blowing experience. Fucking her in the ass, while I steadied myself, with my hands on both sides of that gorgeous butt, while she came again and again. Her asshole was hot and tight, and pulsated with her orgasms, and I blew my load deep in her bowels as I felt her fingers even deeper in her pussy.
     It was over more quickly than either of us wanted it to be. But, it was, and that was that. We separated, and both collapsed on the bed, kissing and clutching. We had had each other every way we could think of in the space of twelve or thirteen hours. Now it was time to come down off our mutual high, and get ready to face the day, and whatever it was going to hold.
     After we showered (together, naturally), and had a couple of cups of dark brown speed, I wrote her a ticket for DUI to complete her story and clipped one of my business cards to it, I drove her back to her car at the Drum.
     She came around to my window after she got out of the Chevy, and said, "Thank you, Eric. We better not do this again.... But, I hope you don't mind if I call...."
     Call anytime, Candi. I'd like to get to know you better."
     Eric," she laughed. "You couldn't KNOW me any better if you were my groin-acologist." With that she unlocked her car, climbed in and sat behind the wheel.
     As I drove away, she was still sitting there, with her forehead leaning on the steering wheel.
     I was watching the other customers, as I used my pen to chase the ice cubes around in my glass of DeWars, as I thought about the night before. Nothing like that had ever happened to me. I was glad it had, but I wasn't sure I wanted it to continue. All I needed was some crazy broad, with a great body, an insatiable appetite for sex, and a jealous husband. Besides, most of my time was filled up with trying to solve the cases the street bulls threw my way.
     My attention had shifted to the booze as it made oily swirls through the smoky amber, just like it always did. I'd heard the tap of high-heels, and unconsciously glanced up and smiled as Janine carried a tray of fresh drinks to the table in the corner. She always drew my attention. It was her long tapered legs I suppose, or maybe the way she filled out her blouse, or the secret promise I thought I saw in her dark eyes when we flirted.
     I'd been stopping in to have a drink almost every evening for almost a year. A nice enough place, but nothing special. I suppose it was a combination of their chili and Janine's muscular calves that kept me coming back. Maybe I'll see if she'd like to go out this weekend, I thought, as I sipped my drink.
     I was always coming up with brilliant ideas like that. "Stop smoking. Stop drinking. Start exercising. Win the Lottery. Write a book about some interesting case and make a million." I was a real fountain of great ideas.
     The click of her heels on the hardwood floor brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up, and there was Janine.
     I almost said something earlier," she said, "but decided not to."
     What's that?" I asked, as I stared at the way her heavily starched blouse swelled over her full breasts.
     That I was surprised to see you in here tonight."
     Why's that? (See a brilliant conversationalist. Two, two word sentences, back-to-back.)
     I kinda thought, you friend in the tight blue dress would have you tied up." she grinned.
     That's one thing we didn't try," I grinned back. Can I ask you something?" I asked in a more serious tone.
     Sure," she said, "but then I get to ask you something."
     Sounds fair.... Would you like to catch a flick or something to eat, or something this weekend? Ya' know I'm almost afraid to ask you again......."
     I'd love to do something with you this weekend, Eric," she said, running her wet tongue over her full red lips. "Saturday?"
     Saturday would be great.... About 8:00?
     She nodded, and handed me a napkin with a phone number on it.
     Now I get to ask you something....."
     Okay," I said. "Ax away."
     I've been thinking a lot about reincarnation lately.... And If you could be reincarnated as anyone or anything in the world... Who, or what would it be?"
     I haven't really thought about, but I suppose... How about as a handsome Malcomb Forbes?" (I was really quick). "Since you're the one who's given it so much thought... What or who would you come back as, Janine?"
     Mel Gibson's wife's pussy!" she answered, as she gave me a big wink and turned back toward the bar.
     Janine!" I shouted.
     She turned, and looked at me.
     I saw her blush after I said, "I think your's will do just fine."

The Office Lunch

We had been seeing each other for some time now. I should say, literally, seeing, as it was as harmless as that. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but she, alas was married. Although she knew how I felt, for many months now we had just been having casual lunches. A while back we would go out to various parks and have nice comfortable talks. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massaging to release tension. Once I even massaged her back. And several time we shared a most delightful, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew that there was more to our feeling than these "encounters" and we each, in our own way, hungered for more. But we were loyal, at least, physically loyal.
     The an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our "outings." We were forced to limit ourselves to the local office grounds. But one day when we had a date planned, and we both needed it very much (the mental alleviation we each felt at sharing these few moments was monumentally heart-warming, it was nearly like our physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our horniness was partially slaked by these moments), it was raining. I wanted to return to "our park" for a rainy-day picnic, but her superior will (not only was she strong willed, but she was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma like none I have ever known) prevailed and she suggested my office.
     Now my office is small and cluttered. The only really recognizable features are the computer on a table beside my desk and the "guest" chair is in front of my desk. Sandy brought her lunch and seductively settled her lovely self in the chair so I could soak in her warmth and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even lock it, but the office wags would have had a field day. It was going to be bad enough with the occasional passerby, but we had no choice.
     Lunch, itself, could have been uneventful, as sound would carry so we had to keep our voices low whenever we spoke of relevant things, like love and sex and the like; however, I found that there was just enough room beneath the desk modesty shield for me to read her feet. A strategically placed box helped to cover up the erotic fondling that was to occur.
     During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced exchange about the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a recurrence.
     Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke her feet with mine I will never know. Sandy readily accepted this because no one could see. So now as we talked of sweet nothings I relieved my passions with gentle and erotic fondling of her feet. Oh, if the office only knew what was going on. But they didn't! This went on for a good ten minutes. I was having difficulty making coverup conversation as the stimulation was enormous. Here I was virtually making mad, passionate love with the most beautiful person in the world and I had to keep up the chitter- chatter. The desk covered up my erection well, whether my voice did or not is something else.
     Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up. It may seem funny to be able to think of something like that on the verge of an orgasm, but it did, thank goodness. And why in the hell do I say, "thank goodness?" Well, my patient reader, I decided that it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme.
     I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us could be closer together. She glided over to my side and slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort of snuggled up to me and my new friend resting idly, but expectantly, in my lap.
     So let me describe the scene for you late comers. Here I was sitting at my desk looking a an innocuous video display with an enormous hardon sort of hidden beneath the table. (I must say, parenthetically, that my erection was hidden from the casual viewer, but Sandy was not a "casual viewer." To her, nothing about me was lost from her view, at least, I hoped.) Now I am no John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I sure felt I could give him a decent run for his money or whatever. The smile that crossed Sandy's lovely full and passionate lips almost caused me to lose my wad right then and there, as it said, "I like it that way." But let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets bored. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping with sensual passion. Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I could and they drove me wild. She slightly bent down to point to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my shoulder.
     Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed anything. "Love accomplished miracles," I always have said, and I sure was in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was only natural to share my joy of being with her so I reached up and put my arms around her hips. This and subsequent actions were, of course, carefully hidden from all who walked by.
     At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that shouldn't be encouraged. Her "encouragement" was not of her knowing. Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind, gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive package. All along I had been attracted to her even before she knew I existed. God surely had created some strange things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a male could conceive of the perfect female, but I say that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect female" if she were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck. Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress again.
     In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her "win" her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back against my shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I eased my grip. But my hand seemed to be detached. It soon began a slow monotonous "cruise" around Sandy's soft and lovely flank. Our hugs in the past had been waste-up now I was being treated to another delightfully curvaceous part of this enchanting creature.
     With each passage I detected less resistance. Her right hand, which had poised near mine a few moments ago, gradually fell back to her side. I felt a distinct softening ripple through her. Cautiously, my hand felt it was nearer to me, to attempt to surmount the two exquisite mounds of passion. Sandy's luscious and sensuous bottom was one of her most outstanding features, and that is from a leg-man, who had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I was softly caressing each contour of her posterior so cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. This was a body that deserved to be set free (and she had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she loved to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from those mind-boggling scenes). Anyway, I continued this exotic trip to never-never land until I thought I would physically wear away her clothes. The only noticeable reaction I could ascertain was a definite snuggling.
     Gradually, my hand moved down and continued the caress on her lovely seductively curved thigh and down and around to her knee, the first touch of flesh, or near flesh, as her ever-present hose prevented me from fully touching the natural her. With ever so much delicacy I began a very slow and, hopefully, sensuous return trip up her leg. A quick stiffening and the return of her right hand stopped me about half way up her graceful thigh. Her hand rested gently on mine as if saying, "Hold up. I sure enjoy this. but it shouldn't happen."
     For a brief moment I paused. With this pause, her body relaxed, but her delicate hand remained.
     A co-worker popped his head in my office. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Her hand fell away.
     Even before the interloper left I began once again the delicious climb of the stairs to heaven. This time I encountered no resistance. When I neared the summit of my climb, I slowed to "smell the flowers along the way" and I would have given anything to smell the wondrous aroma that surely must be radiating from the grotto of love, so near. Slowly, but surely, I continued my trek along those exquisite inner thighs of this goddess. Every time I felt Sandy tense, I paused and circled around in delight until this wondrous creature shared my delight. Then I continued my marvelous voyage.
     When I encountered the apex and felt the multiple layers of artificial coverings my fingers rested to peruse. Further ministrations would be ineffectual for both of us. I considered asking Sandy to excuse herself for an altering of attire, you know, get "into" something more comfortable, but remotely remembering the location I chucked that idea. I was lost in thought and frustration.
     Then a door appeared before me, a strange, but lovely door. I approached it in my mind and opened it. Revealed before me was the most beautiful and exotic garden anyone has ever beheld. All colors filled my eyes and a million lovely smells clouded my senses. What had caused this? Well, my patient friend. A touch. Yes! A simple, genuine and honest touch. No I hadn't really seen a heavenly garden nor smelled one. I had felt the touch of Aphrodite, no it was more, it was the warm gentle passionate touch of Sandy on my thigh. The heat radiating from that one simple act filled me with renewed yearning and fervor to share my joy. As I clumsily fought the fold under Sandy's dress to strain to locate the tops of her hindering garments, the warm hand on me squeezed its encouragement. At last, success, I had found the end. Now the difficult task of lower this physical barrier without destroying anything and without causing undue disturbance that might cause an intruder to notice. Slowly and carefully I lowered her panties and panty hose in fits and starts, first from one side and then the other. Initially, a fraction of an inch at a time and gradually gaining confidence and experience I was able to move it a few inches at a time. At long last I had slipped the encumbrances low enough so that my delicious explore could continue. I trembled with anticipation and trepidation. Would she really stand idle by and let me continue? I had to wait only a few moments for the answer.
     With exceedingly slow and gentle strokes I followed my previously traversed path back to the joining of those exquisite soft and satiny limbs. I could have simply followed the heat to the source of my desire, but I had other ways of searching and the probe itself, was not without elation. But I was further aided by the warm hand on my thigh. As I approached the toasty source the grip became stronger. When I finally reached the love's sacred sanctuary and just felt the moistness, the grip on me was of one possessed.
     I just flirted with the holy grail, skirting its ripe lips in search of Sandy's holy scepter. The delight of the search was exhilarating. There it is! I had found the verge of Femininity, Femininity incarnate in this lush, magnificent and flawless body of Sandy. Three things happened at once: The shock of first contact shot electricity through my hand, Sandy stiffened in rapture and her hand moved and closed on my rigid penis, striving to free itself from its earthly bonds.
     For a brief instant we were both frozen in time. Any casual passer would have just seen two ordinary people watching a computer display. Only if they had heard the virtually inaudible groan of delight simultaneously spill from their lips would there have been the slightest suspicion. Fortunately, none did.
     Their brief pause in their urgent endeavor was passed as my fingers gently caressed this enchanted tip. As I cuddled and embraced its firm outline a steady ecstatic moan could be heard. Without missing a single fond stroke, I slipped my unused fingers down lower to the chalice I so dearly craved to sip from. (If only,...., but that was not to be.) Her response was only the imperceptible whisper, "Please, please don't stop. Don't stop for anything. It is wonderful, so, very, very wonderful."
     Needless to say, I was not going to discontinue my joyous petting, whether it gave Sandy pleasure or not and she knew it. Because all of this time she had courageously encouraged my erection by expertly stroking it in time with my ministrations. Her only pause was to quickly unzip my fly and release my steel- hard penis to be freely exercised by her delicate and sensitive fingers. On and on we went, our minds lost in each others finger-tip embraces. The only change was the steady increase in intensity as we approached our long-sought climaxes simultaneously. This was all we could share.
     The enchantment my fingers encountered was indescribable. The hot moist chamber was so soft and inviting, inviting to more of me than was possible at that time. My poor surrogate-penis could only wonder at what might have been. The sensitive finger tips probed for more contact, deeper and deeper, but they could only proceed so far before my contact with Sandy's deserving clitoris would be lost. In they would slide delighting in their surroundings, the silky and pliable grotto made slippery and slidey by a delicious mixture of oozing secretions I longed to sip. The treasure-trove at the end of this exquisite tunnel could never be surpassed by the path itself. But the long search for the Love-prize, the mother-lode, was about to end with fulfillment.
     Neither was Sandy's hand a substitute for her delightful vagina, but she sure tried. Not only was the stroking in harmony with our inner souls, but her finger tips continuously played the field, so to speak. No one part of my bloated stiff protuberance was free of her investigative touch. The sensations she caused were exquisite.
     When I could no longer hold back I whispered, "We have arrived, Sandy. Come with me to Nirvana, enter Elysium with me." And we both shook in ecstacy and we climaxed exactly together.
     As my seed flowed all over some papers on the floor, Sandy collapsed to her knees.
     For many minutes we stayed still, basking in the brilliant, but soft, glow of joyous spiritual Love made tangible by our bodies.

     Then after the glow had abated somewhat we both realized our predicament. Our unabashedly Loving smiles to each other quickly faded as we struggled to pick up the loose pieces. In surprisingly short time all appeared normal. The floor had been cleaned up, the clothes replaced, as needed, and our countenances restored to near normal.
     "What's new?" Sam said as he bustled in unannounced. In unison, we replied, "Nothing, what's new with you?" And laughed the relaxed laughed of truly at ease and satisfied with themselves, which they happened to be.

The Wedding Dress

The Wedding Dress

Frannie was in a state of euphoria! Last night Kenny "popped the old question"! They were getting married! She couldn't wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if Kenny would ever get the nerve to go through with it, and well finally it happened! He had been so sweet, just like in the movies he fumbled with and engagement ring and stumbled with his question! It was all Frannie could do to keep from asking her for him. When he finally did get it straight Frannie threw her arms around his neck and practically screamed "Yes!" The best though was yet to come as Kenny then did what he did best--give her the fucking of her life! Kenny had many good qualities such as a good job, good looks, a nice personality, and even a nice car, but what he really had that made Frannie melt was that huge piece of meat that hung between those hard thighs! Kenny was hung like a fucking horse, and boy did he know how to use it! Frannie could remember the first time she had really seen that big pecker.
     She was a senior and Kenny a year older. They had made out a lot of times before and Kenny had sucked on Frannie's ample chest a ton of times, but this, however, was the first time that Kenny had pulled out his prick for her to play with. Even at nineteen Kenny's cock was at least eight inches long, and Frannie immediately fell in love with that big love muscle, and from then on she considered it hers and hers alone!
     Kim was almost as happy with the news as Frannie was, and both girls giggled as Frannie related how Kenny had mumbled and stumbled through his proposal! Now it was time to make some wedding plans, so they decided it would be a good idea to check out some wedding gowns. Kim had a friend who owned a small dress shop and was sure that she would give Frannie a good deal on a wedding dress, as well as dresses for the brides maids, so with that decided they were off to shop!!!
     They stopped on a quiet side street and entered a small shop that was simply call "Anne's Fashions". A sign on the front door said "By Appt. Only" and there was a bell on the door frame that Kim rang, and a few seconds later they were being led inside the store by Anne Fischer. There were mannequins modeling some of the original dresses designed and created by Anne herself, and Frannie was impressed with the way the she had used fabric and design to create some of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen in her life! Kim introduced the two strangers and explained that Frannie was looking for a wedding gown and four bride's maids dresses. Anne nodded and looked at Frannie, giving her the once over with a practiced designer's eye. Frannie felt a shiver run through her when caught in Anne Fischer's gaze, and while she didn't know why, she felt like this woman could look right into her heart! It was a strange feeling indeed!!!
     After several moments of discussion on the type of dress Frannie had in mind, Anne led them to a room in the back of the store used for modeling, trying on, sewing, and designing. In firm voice that sounded if she always got what she asked for, Anne Fischer told Frannie to take off all of her clothes. Frannie was going to protest but the look on Anne's face and the tone of her voice made her start pealing off her things. When she was down to her bra and panties Anne said, "All of it" and soon Frannie was standing totally naked in front of her good friend Kim and Anne Fischer. Again she shivered as Anne gave her naked body a long stare. Anne then told Frannie that when she dressed a woman she did it all the way, that is shoes, stockings, panties, bra, slip, and dress. There was no part way with her, it was all or nothing. She then asked about her future husband, what kind of lingerie does he like? What color, material, etc. As Frannie was beginning to answer she was shocked when Anne Fischer reached out and cupped her full bosom! She was stunned into silence and looked to Kimmy for help as Anne then began to massage her tits and ask whether her fiancé liked to suck them. When she started to protest Anne gave her a stern look and admonished her to answer her questions!!! Now totally flustered Frannie opined that Kenny was a tit man and loved to suck her nipples. Anne continued to gently twist Frannie's nipples as she asked if Kenny ever fucked her tits. Frannie just nodded yes as she now felt the familiar fury beginning to well up in her pussy!
     Anne then reached down between Frannie's legs and slipped her middle finger into he wet cunt, and when the finger found her love button Frannie gasped with pleasure! She couldn't help it! Her body was so tuned for the need of sex that even this strange woman could make her hot with lust. Anne then asked Frannie about Kenny's cock. "Is your boyfriend big?" Frannie nodded in the affirmative. "How big?" "About nine and a half inches," Frannie gasped!!! "Do you like to suck him?" "Yes," she answered! "Then you're a little cocksucker with big tits aren't you?" "Yes I am," gasped Frannie. "Do you let his shoot into your mouth, you cocksucker?" "Oh yes," she hissed through clenched teeth! Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Kimmy had sat down on so old boxes and had shucked her jeans and panties and was fingering her own cunt! "God, thought Frannie, "Kimmy has the hairiest pussy!!!"
     Anne Fischer must have seen her looking at Kimmy because she then told her to "Go eat her, you little whore!" Leading a transfixed Frannie by the arm, the next thing she knew was that her own tongue was sliding up and down the crack of her best friend! "Suck her cunt bitch!" Frannie was now lost in a sexual haze! Her mouth on a hot cunt and her ass up in the air ready to be taken! After about three minutes of hard sucking Kimmy arched her back and creamed her pussy all over Frannie's face! God it tasted good! When she looked around, Frannie saw Anne Fischer taking off her own clothes. She had a small but firm chest with very pointy nipples and a narrow waist that spread out to a nice full set of hips. Anne Fischer pushed down her slacks and panties together, but what popped out made Frannie and Kimmy gasp! Between her firm thighs hung a large strap on dildo! She walked over to to Frannie, stuck out her hips, and ordered Frannie to "Suck it you cocksucking whore!" Powerless now to resist anything Anne Fischer asked, she opened her mouth and started giving head to the big latex pecker. "I'm your bull dyke you little slut," said Anne, "lay down so I can fuck your little cunt!" Frannie lay back on the boxes and Anne was on top of her in a flash, guiding the big head into her pussy, she found the tight little opening and in one thrust buried it deep inside Frannie's hole! Orgasm after orgasm flooded her pussy as Anne Fischer used piston like strokes on her gaping hole until all at once Anne literally screamed out her orgasm, slumping on top of Frannie breast to breast, and both women struggled to catch their breath.
     They all dressed in silence, but each feeling a new type of sexual kinship with each other. Anne Fischer then told Frannie that she would require a number of fittings before her dress was done. Frannie smiled and nodded.
     Next week they would have to do it all again!!!

The Wedding

Sarah looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She was proud of the way she looked in her wedding dress. The glossy white satin clung to her slim figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. The floor- length dress was sleeveless and backless, comfortable for the hot August weather, but still modest. It was a modern dress, with no lace or bows, and with straight lines and only a slightly flared skirt.
     She'd made the backless satin dress herself, and although she liked the dress, she was nervous about what to wear under it. It was too hot out for pantyhose, although she knew that was what her mother would wear under the circumstances, and she'd just taken off a pair of panties when she discovered that their outlines had shown clearly through the clinging white satin. As she debated what to put on under the dress, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
     "Can I come in?" her mother's voice asked.
     "Sure," she said, wishing her mother had waited until she resolved her problem.
     "You look beautiful," her mother said, "but your hair needs brushing."
     Her mother picked up a brush set to work. Sarah was nervous; her mother was assuming she was dressed, but she knew that she wasn't. She hoped that her mother wouldn't notice that she didn't have anything on under her dress, and she wished her mother would leave, even briefly, so she could slip on a pair of panties.
     "You know," her mother said as she worked at a small tangle. "I didn't like your idea for a wedding dress when you first told me about it, but it's really nice. I guess my idea of a wedding dress was bows and lace, but you look really good in a simple dress!"
     Sarah smiled at her mother's complement. "Do you think David will like it?"
     "I'm sure he will," she said, and then launched into a motherly lecture on marriage. Sarah listened quietly while her mother worked the last small imperfections out of her hair. She didn't pay much attention to her mother's words, but the tone was very relaxing, and as her mother brushed and talked, all of Sarah's anxiety slipped from her mind.
     "Oh my!" her mother said, looking at her watch. "We've got to be going. Your hair looks good, step into your shoes and come on!"
     Sarah slipped her bare feet into her white heels while her mother called to her father and brother. "Get the car going! Hurry up everyone or we won't get there on time!"
     Only after Sarah was halfway down the stairs did she remember that she still didn't have anything on under her dress. It was hot out, and her dress was comfortable against the bare skin of her legs and fanny so she decided to forget about underwear. As she walked through afternoon heat to the car, she had second thoughts. What if she got sweaty and the dress stuck to her bottom; wouldn't that look indecent?
     Her troublesome thoughts subsided as the car air-conditioner took hold, but they intensified as she walked through the August sun to the church. The shade inside the church was welcome, but it was still warm. In her youth, Sarah remembered that the church had been air conditioned, but it was too expensive to cool, and sometime before her teens, they'd stopped air-conditioning the place.
     Sarah's mind started to wander as her mother helped her put on her veil and long satin gloves. She wondered about the upcoming evening, and as she thought, she realized that she might turn her lack of underwear into something fun for David. Just thinking about the idea sent a tingle of pleasure through her, but as the organ began to play, all such thoughts were swept from her mind.
     "Go!" her mother whispered at the right moment. "And don't slouch!"
     The advice reminded Sarah of all the times that her mother had corrected her posture in the past, but this time, she didn't need reminding. She knew that if she slouched, the top of her dress would fall. It was easy for Sarah to stand tall as she walked into the church. She was proud to be there, she was excited to see David standing by the altar, and at the moment, she didn't care who was looking at her.
     David was beautiful in his blue three piece suit, but Sarah saw that he was sweating uncomfortably as she approached the altar. To Sarah, the service seemed to go quickly, with the minister's words washing over her as she stood looking at David. She found herself saying her vows before she expected it, and after one wonderful kiss, her mind started drifting to the coming evening as the minister gave his homily.
     The reception line was torture, an infinite series of limp handshakes by relatives she barely knew. She wanted to look at David, to hold him, to kiss him, but instead she had to deal with aunts and uncles who's names she'd forgotten. She was glad to be wearing satin gloves, if only to protect her from the long series of sweaty palms. Sarah wished that someone would find something new to say, but everyone seemed to tell her that she was a beautiful bride in exactly the same way.
     By the time they cut the cake, Sarah realized that her earlier fear that her dress would cling to her was coming true, but she noticed that most of the women there were having similar problems. She also noticed that the men seemed to be having worse problems in their suits and ties; many had taken their coats off and loosened their ties. As the groom, David didn't have that option, and he looked hot.
     As she posed with David for one last picture, Sarah felt the wonderful warmth of his touch and longed to be away with him. She was starting to become acutely self-conscious about her lack of underwear; whenever she saw someone looking at her, she found herself wondering if they knew. Rationally, she knew her fears were childish, but she couldn't suppress them.
     When the time came to leave, Sarah was glad to run with David through a shower of rice. His car was just ahead, decorated with "just married" signs and garlands of crepe paper, but David surprised her by pulling at her hand to guide her past the car and across the street.
     "Where are we going?" she panted as they jogged. "I can't run very far in this dress and these shoes!"
     "Here," David said, opening the door of a battered looking small car.
     "This isn't your car!"
     David laughed as he got in and started the engine. "I got it for a few hundred bucks two weeks ago so we could get away without a parade. Hope you don't mind disappointing my brother."
     Sarah laughed as she took off her veil. She knew that David's brother was the type who would organize a horn-honking chase as they drove away from the church through town. She and David had talked about it, and they both agreed that they didn't want to lead such a parade.
     She looked back when she heard other cars start, but they had a head start and David seemed to have his escape route planned. They turned down an alley to get out of sight of anyone on the side street they'd been parked on, then onto another side street a block away.
     As David stopped to wait for an opening in the busy traffic of the next street, she helped him off with his suit coat. They had time for a kiss before a break in traffic allowed them to head for the edge of town, and while David drove, she helped him undo his tie and get his vest off.
     Sarah looked over her shoulder as they drove, but their young relatives never did find them. "where are we going?" Sarah asked as they reached the city limits.
     Dav turned to smile at her briefly. "How do you feel about a honeymoon in a secluded farm house?"
     "Is it nice?" she asked, feeling a comfortable sensation wash over her in response to his glance. He looked comfortable with his shirt open at the neck, and his smile made it clear that he was as happy to be alone with her as she was.
     "It's on Uncle Bob's place. He got it from his neighbor's estate; the heirs were all far away and glad to unload the whole farm, farmhouse and all, in one deal. The place is furnished, I've stocked the fridge, and Aunt Jenny and I cleaned it up last week."
     "All my luggage was in the other car," she said, thinking of how little she had on. "I hope you've taken that into account in your planning."
     He glanced at her again. "Your mom told me your sizes, and I picked up a few things. Do you mind?"
     "No, it sounds fun," Sarah said. She wasn't really ready to trust David to buy her clothes, but she imagined that she might find out a bit about him from what he bought. Sarah watched the midwestern farmland roll by outside the window and let her dreams overtake her as they drove onward. The car wasn't air-conditioned, but the breeze through the open windows was enough to keep her comfortable. She reached over and held David's hand while he drove, and as she held him, she thought about the evening ahead.
     She also thought about the homework she'd done over the past month. Her doctor had given her interesting advice when she told him she was feeling a bit nervous about sex. She'd come away from that meeting with a reading list and a handfull of disposable syringe cases. The cases were plastic and vaguely phallic in shape, and her doctor had asked a nurse to tell her how to use them.
     At first, Sarah hadn't been very comfortable with the nurse's suggestion that she lubricate the syringe cases and, working up from the smallest, use them to stretch her vaginal opening. The nurse had even suggested that she try doing this while masturbating. Over the last month, Sarah had spent many evenings in bed wearing ever-larger syringe cases in her crotch while she read the books the doctor had suggested; there were a few evenings where she'd even ended up mastrubating, usually after she'd read something she found particularly exciting. Now, as she rode with David, she felt that she was reasonably well prepared.
     "Here we are!" David said after thirty or so miles of driving; the last ten miles had been over secondary roads, and the final two miles were unpaved. He pulled into a driveway that opened between two cornfields, then drove up a small hill.
     At the top was a classic midwestern Victorian farmhouse with a big porch and a tower with a weather vane on top. The house was shaded by a pine grove and surrounded by a lawn that looked like it hadn't been mowed in a year or more, but it was beautiful. The barns and outbuildings of the farmstead were at the base of the hill; as a result, they complemented the view of the the surrounding cornfields instead of blocking it.
     "I love it!" Sarah said as she stood by the car and took in the view.
     "Let me take you inside," David said, kissing Sarah as he lifted her.
     She cuddled against him with her arms around his neck as he carried her. The feel of one strong arm under her knees and the other across her bare back was exciting, and she could smell the pleasant aroma of his sweat as he carried her up the steps and through the open front door.
     He kissed her as he set her down, and she responded enthusiastically. A comfortable warm feeling swept over her as they kissed, and when he let go, she felt disappointed. "I never got to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress," David said.
     She smiled and posed briefly for him, then noticed that all the windows were open. "Do you always leave the house open like this?"
     "I opened it up last night to air out. There's no air-conditioning, but with the pines and the windows open, it's pretty nice. Want to have an early supper or look around the place first?"
     "I need some exercise to work off that wedding cake," Sarah said. "Show me the house! You really left it open all night without anyone home to close the windows if it rained? What about burglars?"
     He chuckled. "I admit I checked the weather report first. As to locks, though, this house hasn't been locked since my uncle got it; I don't see why I should lock it now. Follow me!"
     He led her on a tour. The place was furnished largely as it had been when it's previous owners died. It reminded Sarah of some of her own elderly relatives' homes. David took her up the spiral stairs to the tower to look at the view. The spiral stairs opened in a corner of the octagonal room at the top, and there was a big windows on each wall. It looked to Sarah as if there was more window than wall around the room; with the windows open, she felt like she was outside.
     They stood hand in hand looking out over the pine trees to the distant rolling horizon. Sarah had grown up in the suburbs, and the emptyness of the view was new. As she looked out over the fields through the haze of an August afternoon, she realized that nobody was out there to see her; she was exposed to the world, but she had as much privacy as in her own bedroom.
     With that thought, she realized that this was the perfect time for her to reveal how little she was wearing. She stepped back so she could see David, and she saw that he was looking intently at her. She felt a warm tingle of excitement run through her as she unzipped the short zipper at the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders so the straps holding the front of the dress fell free, then stood straight as the dress slid slowly to her ankles.
     David's eyes grew round as she stood there in her long white gloves and heels. She stretched as the thin layer of sweat evaporated from her body in the dry August breeze, then slowly walked up to David and hugged him.
     He backed away when she let go. "You wore that little to our wedding?"
     She chuckled. "I'll tell you how it happened later. Right now, I feel like consumating our marriage. Are you ready?"
     He looked at her, and as he did she felt a comfortable tingle in her abdomen. "OK," he said, sounding nervous. "Let me show you the master bedroom."
     She left her shoes by the dress, then followed him downstairs wearing only her long white gloves.
     "Here's a surprise for you," David said as they walked into the bedroom. "The old man had a problem with bedsores in his later years, so they got him a waterbed. The sheets are new, though, and I washed down the matress."
     He pulled back the bedspread to reveal white satin sheets. Sarah sat on the leather seat along the edge of the bed and looked at David. He was looking uncertainly at her, and after an awkward pause, Sarah broke the silence. "Is something wrong?"
     David blushed. "I guess I'm nervous about all this."
     He looked so serious that Sarah almost felt like laughing, but she knew that would be wrong. "Don't be silly, we've both seen each other naked before."
     "But we always had limits," he said. "I'm not sure what the limits are now."
     "Don't be shy," she whispered. "I'm all yours, and you're welcome to do anything, touch anything, kiss anything. Come sit with me."
     He sat beside her and she kissed him, then began to unbutton his shirt. Her hands shook as she worked, and she could see his hands shake as he undid his pants. Sarah had seen David's erect penis before, so she was prepared for it when it was freed from his pants, but at the same time, she felt an echo of his nervousness.
     David and Sarah kissed as they sat naked on the edge of the bed. His hands moved gently from Sarah's buttocks to her shoulders while she felt the wonderful expanse of his back. When she touched his erect penis, it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. It wasn't the first time she felt it, but the tingle of her reaction was more intense than before.
     Sarah rolled back onto the bed as David kissed her, and as they kissed, she felt his penis pressing between her thighs. She was a bit scared of it, but it also excited her. She thrust her tongue into Davids mouth as they kissed, and he responded in kind. As she grew more excited, she no longer wanted to kiss deeply, she wanted to kiss him everywhere. She nibbled on his earlobe and kissed his neck, then worked her way down his chest to kiss his nipples.
     David had once said that his nipples didn't seem as sensitive as hers, but she didn't believe him. She could feel his broad chest tremble as she sucked on him, and when she kissed his stomach and groin, the tremor continued.

     Sarah rolled over and let David kiss her. The comfortable feeling she'd felt in her gut expanded as he kissed his way down her neck, and it grew into an ache of anticipation as he kissed her breasts. She gently held his head as he kissed her, and as he kissed his way down her belly, she found herself pushing his head towards her groin.
     He kissed her briefly above her pubic hair, then on the inside of the top of each thigh. The warm tingle in her abdomen was intense, and she found herself spreading her thighs and thrusting herself at his face. He kissed his way back up along her body and hugged her again, his penis pressing tightly between her legs.
     "I want you!" she moaned, frustrated that he'd stopped.
     "I'm not sure what to do next," he whispered, sounding embarrassed.
     "You haven't done your homework!" Sarah whispered.
     "What homework?"
     "Studying about sex, silly," Sarah said, kissing him. She wasn't happy to discover that he hadn't taken the time to study the subject, but some of the books she'd read suggested that she shouldn't expect much more. Sarah thought briefly about what she'd read in the most helpful of the books she'd studied, Our Bodies -- Our Selves.
     "Roll on your back," Sarah said. "I know something we can try."
     She knelt over his hips and kissed him, feeling his erect penis lightly brushing her fanny as she kissed, then she sat up and held his penis in her hands while she pressed it between the lips of her vagina. She was nervous, but it felt good. His penis was getting wet, so she pushed it back and suddenly it slipped in, surprising her.
     She gently and slowly sat down on Davids hips, feeling the oddly painful but pleasant sensation of his penis inside her. He was lying on the bed with an intense look she didn't really understand, but his hands reached up and gently touched her breasts, and ever so slowly, she relaxed and began to experiment with rocking her hips.
     Each time her pubic bone pressed against his, she felt a wave of comfort wash through her body, and her excitement heightened as she bent forward so David could carress her body more fully. She hugged him between her knees as he started pumping his hips against her, and with each thrust of his hips, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her body. It felt even better as she leaned forward so his pubic bone met her clitoris.
     She felt the explosion of his climax within her body as she pumped her hips up and down, and then her own climax washed over her. She lost all sense of time, not knowing if it lasted for a moment or forever. When it ended, she relaxed over him, reveling in the comfortable afterglow of her climax, her body still engulfing his penis as she hugged him.
     They rested that way for a long time, holding each other. Sarah could feel Davids flacid penis slowly slipping out of her, but when she sat up again, it slid back in. She smiled down at him as she nestled herself comfortably over his hips and rested her hands on his smooth belly.
     "Virgin no more!" she whispered happily.

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Table of Contents

A Day At The Beach and Other Stories For Adults

A Day at the Beach

Innocent Love

Morning Song

The Awakening of Janis

The Broken Drum

The Office Lunch

The Wedding Dress

The Wedding Dress

The Wedding

Afterword