Quickly I asked, “Can I pay YOU?”
Ashna turned back and gestured with her thumb over her shoulder. “You can pay him at the register. Thank you, Jeremy.” She flashed her white smile again and disappeared.
My heart felt like a heavy stone in my chest, both heaving with excitement and hardened by her hasty retreat. I got up slowly and stepped over to Mr. Rajput’s well-manned register. He gave me his warm smile and took my money. I left a healthy tip for Ashna, and begrudgingly made my way out of the restaurant. As I exited the front door, I looked back at Mr. Rajput. Suddenly next to him appeared Ashna. I’ve never been terribly forward with the ladies, but I could not let this woman out of my sight without the knowledge that I’d done all I could otherwise. I turned and walked back to the register.
Ashna seemed slightly embarrassed to have me standing in front of her. She almost turned to leave, but stopped. Mr. Rajput, in a true act of language-free intuition, slipped quietly from the register and into the kitchen. Ashna and I stood alone.
“Do you like coffee?” I asked, though in fact, I do not.
“Yes, I do. Why?”
“Well, I’m wondering if you’d like to have coffee with me.” It was a statement, but there was little about my tone that made anything other than a question.
Ashna smiled again, and her eyes flashed obsidian again. She looked down at the counter.
“Yes, I think I could do that.”
My heart nearly burst. “Great!”
“Where shall we go?” Ashna queried.
I hadn’t thought of that. “Well, I don’t know. I’m not from here, obviously. Do you know of any place? Nearby, I mean.”
She laughed. “Of course. There’s a small café round the corner. Shall I meet you there in, say, 20 minutes?”
“Excellent!” I said a little too enthusiastically. “See you then!” I smiled bravely and turned back towards the door.
I was halfway out when I realized I still didn’t know where this café was. I looked back at her in confusion. Reading my mind, she laughingly gestured to her left. I smiled sheepishly and closed the door.
The next eighteen minutes were an act of masochism. I tortured myself with all manner of rejection scenarios, scathing critiques of my appearance, pickup line auditions and other forms of self-induced misery. Finally the café door opened and Ashna appeared. She saw me immediately as I stood, and she walked towards me with a smile that could kill a grown man.
As she walked, time slowed to a near standstill. Her long white sundress was covered by a light stone overcoat, both of which spun gently around her as she stepped. She carried herself with remarkable grace and poise. I immediately thought back to watching Audrey Hepburn in ‘Roman Holiday’, with her long graceful neck and lovely round head. The string section in my mind stopped playing right as Ashna reached my table. I offered her my hand again, and she took it politely.
“Thank you so much for coming.” I couldn’t think of what else to say, so I stopped talking.
Ashna smiled. “Thank you for the invitation, Jeremy.” She paused a moment, clearly reading my errant mind. “I’ll have you know I never make plans with customers from the restaurant. Mum was particularly fond of you, I guess, so I figured it would be alright.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing at least I had an ally in the ebullient Mrs. Rajput. “Well, thank you for breaking your rules and joining me. The food was fantastic. I can’t say I remember what any of it was, but tonight’s meal was particularly special.”
Ashna grinned with pride. “Yes, we’re quite proud of our food, and I’m thrilled you like it. Mum made quite a big deal out of your order. I think she was quite excited when you left it her hands.”
“Well, thank her for me personally, if you would. She’s a darling, and I can’t wait for my next meal.”
Ashna nodded, then looked down at the table. The dreaded awkward silence kicked in. I started to panic. Finally she spoke. “So, shall we get some coffee, then?”
“Certainly!” I agreed convivially.
We sat and flagged a waiter. He lumbered over and produced a small menu. Ashna took it, deliberated for a moment, then ordered some coffee drink or other. She passed me the menu, and I searched for a non-coffee item, finally spotting hot cocoa near the bottom. The waiter took the menu and left us.
Ashna and I chatted casually at first, discussing London, restauranteuring, medical school, et cetera. I found myself getting lost in her deep black eyes, her low smooth voice buoyed up by her lilting accent and songlike cadence. Eventually we became rather comfortable, and entered into fascinating conversations about immigration, international policy, the arts, and linguistics. She was particularly intrigued by my anthropology/linguistics double major. We talked about cultural integrity and survival within a pluralistic society. She told me about growing up Indian in London. We had so much to talk about, and soon it felt like we were old friends just catching up.
We drank countless cups of coffee and cocoa, respectively, for which I was all too happy to pay. Finally at around 10pm, feeling that the intake of any more liquid and caffeine would cause permanent damage, we took our leave of the charming little café and headed out into the cool London air.
Anshna and I walked slowly down the street. I burned with conflict at the joy of the past few hours and the depressing prospect of the night’s end. Then I noticed that we were in fact walking in the opposite direction of her parent’s restaurant. I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed. We continued our chat, dissecting the medical education system in the UK, talking about the European Union and the political damage caused by the Bush administration insofar as Europe was concerned. Out of nowhere I felt Ashna’s hand in mind. She held my hand, and as I swallowed hard to contain the thrill and the stark terror that invaded my mind, I calmly wrapped my fingers around her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Ashna asked where I was staying, and I explained to her my provisions at the hostel. She seemed rather curious, and explained that she’d never been in one. I told her she wasn’t missing anything, but she asked if she might see it, to satisfy her curiosity. We arrived at the modest building moments later and I led her up to the room where I was sleeping. It was filled with the typical collection of backpackers, stoners and hippies, and I was happy to see my backpack standing untouched in the corner. She marveled at the space, intrigued I think by the open and democratic nature of the living quarters. We left the room and went out into the hallway.
“Do you feel like the living arrangements are too public?” she asked.
“Well, you get used to it,” I remarked. “I’m not here all that much, only to sleep. Most days I’m out seeing the sights.”
Ashna nodded. I looked at her, lit by the garish humming blue glow of the overhead fluorescent lights. Her rich brown face stood on her tall slender neck, and she looked up at me expectantly. I wanted to kiss her so badly in that moment, and I slowly bent down towards her. She didn’t move, and in fact her eyes glistened permissively. As I approached, my lips extended slightly, and I watched in fascination as her full brown lips did the same. I could hear her soft breathing.
When my lips finally touched hers, my entire body was riveted with an electric shock. Her lips were full, warm and soft against mine, and her mouth instantly parted. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her slender frame fit perfect against my body. My tongue ventured brazenly into her mouth, which was warm and spicy and fragrant. I moaned softly at the perfection of our kiss, and she put her arms around my waist.
We kissed hotly for several minutes, exploring and tasting one another. Then, inconveniently, another hostel guest emerged from the sleeping room and shattered our privacy in the hallway. He ignored us as he padded slowly toward the bathroom, towel and soap in hand. But the moment was gone, and we collected ourselves, slightly embarrassed but eager to continue. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke.
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“Is there a telephone nearby?” Ashna queried.
“Uh, yeah, at the end of the hall on the right. I dug a few coins from my pocket and handed them to her.
“Okay, stay here. I’ll be right back.” Ashna walked briskly down the long hallway and found the phone.
I could hear her talking but I could make out none of the words. A minute later she came back down the hall to me, and without speaking, took my hand. She led me downstairs and back out onto the street.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked.
Ashna smiled but did not look at me. “Someplace more private.”
We walked for several blocks, and I found myself completely disoriented, despite my relative familiarity with the area. Finally we arrived at a numbered door on the street. Ashna pushed the button, and we were buzzed in. We climbed the stairs, Ashna in the lead, holding my hand as we ascended. At the top of the stairs, she knocked tentatively on door #3. The door swung open, and a young woman of roughly our age appeared in her overcoat.
“Right then, great to see you, Ashna!” The woman leaned forward and kissed Ashna lightly on the cheek. “I’ll be back at half-twelve.” She stepped out past us, and clomped quickly down the stairs.
I stood watching her leave in confusion. Ashna pulled my hand and led me into the apartment. She closed the door behind us and noticed my nonplussed expression.
“Alice is a friend of mine, she’s a med student also. She’s got a flat to herself and I don’t.” I still appeared confused. “I didn’t think you’d want to spend your night with my parents, do you?”
The realization belatedly washed over me that Ashna wanted more from me than that heavenly kiss in the hallway. She smiled wickedly as she watched my face change from lost to found. She spun around girlishly and pulled off her overcoat. She laid it over an armchair.
“Come here, Jeremy,” she said in a low tone so seductive that I positively swooned.
I stepped toward her. She stood up on the balls of her feet and planted a comfortable kiss, like one a wife gives her husband after 30 years of marriage. I put my arms around her. I kissed her deeply, and again our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. We kissed awhile longer, in no hurry to break our embrace.
Finally she broke away. She looked at me sweetly, almost sadly. Ashna then started unbuttoning my shirt. She pushed it from my shoulders and ran her dark hands across my chest. She then unbuckled my belt. I helped her unfasten my jeans, and she pulled them down with some embarrassment. I kicked them off and stood there in nothing but underwear and white socks.
Ashna’s eyes were deep black now, and she stepped to me and put her lips to my chest with such gentleness as I’ve never felt before. She placed soft, tender kisses across my chest and ran her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. She caressed my back with her short fingernails, and I felt my loins aching in complete arousal. She looked up and kissed my mouth again, tracing her hands along my neck, around my ears, and along my jaw line. Her hands on my face were like a magic salve, and all my doubts and trepidations vanished.
Finally she pulled away and stepped back. She looked down at my feet and laughed. I looked down at my white socks and laughed as well. I bent down and pulled them off, tossing them unceremoniously over my shoulder. I glanced down at my boxers, eyeing my highly evident erection poking conspicuously at the thin cotton. ‘What the hell,’ I thought, and pulled them down in one swift move.
Ashna stared incredulously at my completely naked body. She took me in one inch at a time, from head to toe, her mouth curling up into that smirk I’d seen hours earlier. She clearly wasn’t displeased with what she saw, and I considered that it’s entirely possible that this could be her first sexual experience. I decided not to dwell on that either way, and I looked at her expectantly.
She stared at me a moment longer, then realizing the imbalance of nudity between us, she kicked off her black sandals and pushed them aside. Then she unbuttoned the front of her sundress, and pulled it from her shoulders. It slid silently from her slender frame and piled on the floor around her small feet. I stared in shock as I realized that she was completely nude!
Ashna noticed the look of incredulity on my face. “I never wear underthings. They’re too constrictive!” she laughed, her tone positively drenched with mischief.
Now it was my turn to stare. Her sundress had hidden so much of her figure, I noted in retrospect. Her hips were slightly wide, very feminine. Her breasts were fairly small, probably a large B cup, but lovely shaped with large, dark brown nipples. Her pubic hair was dark black and slightly bushy. I realized irreverently that the only thing on her body that was manmade was the bright gold ring in her right nostril. She stood somewhat nervously, perhaps afraid that I would somehow not approve of her naked form. She couldn’t know that to me her body was living perfection, and I vowed silently to bring her to that understanding.
Unable to keep my hands from her small brown body, I stepped to her, wrapping my pale white arms around her. Hungrily I kissed her, and she laughed into my mouth as my hands passed over her round ample buttocks. Ashna sent her hands wandering as well, and we stood there groping each other for several minutes.
I broke the kiss this time. I looked behind her and into the kitchen a few paces away. I moved her backwards until we reached the counter. “Up you go!” I put my hands on her small waist and lifted her. She shrieked in mock terror, as I set her upon the countertop. She shivered as the cool laminate surfaced chilled her behind, and she laughed as goose bumps formed across her arms and shoulders. I caressed her cooled skin, kissing her softly this time, her mouth finally in direct alignment with mine.
I kissed my way down her body, across her shoulders and onto her pert breasts. She arched her back and pushed her chest out, exposing her small breasts to my kisses. I took a brown nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently. She cooed and put her hands to my head. I sucked at each nipple, enjoying the feel of them in my mouth. Her entire body smelled slightly spicy, and I imagined the effect of a lifetime of fragrant, flavorful foods on the human body. Whatever the reason, she smelled fantastic, and our bodies together felt even better. I kissed down her stomach, feeling the myriad fine hairs against my lips. I kissed her hips and her thighs, and she slowly parted her legs and leaned back.
I had to slide her hips forward on the countertop, but eventually I had her right where I wanted her. I knelt in worshipful pose and stared right at her beautiful bush. Behind the thick hairs I could see her brown labia, and the scent of her arousal was instantly recognizable. Some things, I noted, were truly independent of culture.
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I moved my mouth to her sex, and she twitched as my tongue began to probe. I felt her relax as my movements smoothed. Once I got oriented to her, I began to lick her confidently but gently. I had always enjoyed performing orally on women, and this was my most enthusiastic performance to date. I lapped at her gently, teasing her without cruelty, stimulating her mercifully, exploring her lovingly. She responded as I hoped, pawing at my head and neck, pulling me closer to her, gasping softly and issuing tender pleas to continue, as I would willingly do anyway.
Ashna was moaning in earnest now, her legs wrapped around my back as I continued to lick and suck her with patience and presence of mind. I felt her grip on my hair tighten and her moans became muted cries. She moved against my face rhythmically, and I delighted in the thought of her orgasm at my eager efforts. Ashna climaxed loudly, and there was something sweetly emotive about it. She clung earnestly to my head, her body pulsing with the shock waves of her orgasm. Slowly they subsided, and eventually she released my hair and I breathed deeply.
I slowly got up, my knees aching from the long time spent upon them. Ashna caressed my arms lovingly. Upon her face was plastered a look of innocent rapture, frozen for my viewing pleasure. I smiled and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed back, her tongue tasting herself on my lips.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Is that what I taste like?” She smiled devilishly and pulled me to her in a tight embrace.
My erection poked uncomfortably against her leg as we hugged, and we both laughed.
“Well, I guess there’s no ignoring that, is there?” Ashna joked. She put her slender brown hand onto it, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it gently. She looked down at my length in her small hand, smiling as she felt its hardness against her palm. She debated a moment, then spoke.
“Just pull it out at the end, alright? I haven’t got anything,” she said almost apologetically. I nodded, realizing that I had gone to the trouble of bringing condoms thousands of miles from the U.S., but hadn’t thought to bring them to Alice’s flat. My thoughts returned to Ashna, as she adjusted herself in preparation. Finally she put her small feet up on my hips, tilting herself towards me and exposing her lips inches from my pulsing erection. She placed the head of my penis against her labia. Ashna then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She nodded slowly and exhaled.
I leaned slowly against her, and against such resistance that I considered that she had possibly misaligned me. But a second later, I slid into her with remarkable ease, and Ashna gasped sharply. We paused there a moment, and she opened her eyes and smiled. I kissed her, and she giggled. She nodded again, and I started to move.
We made love slowly and gently, savoring the closeness of our bodies, kissing frequently, caressing constantly. She relaxed as we went, her body no longer rejecting the sudden intrusion but now celebrating it. Ashna wrapped her legs around my back, locking her ankles and pulling me against her. We giggled, kissing and tickling, while our bodies moved together in marvelous synchronicity. I felt her starting to come again. Her muscles tightened around me, squeezing me. I intensified, pushing her to climax. Her eyes closed again, and she draped her arms around my neck. I thrust into her quickly, landing squarely against her clitoris, her breath inhaling sharply with each impact.
Ashna climaxed hard, her moans becoming cries as her fingernails dug into my back. She clung for dear life as I continued to slide into her. Her legs hung heavily around my waist, and her sweat-drenched face glowed angelically.
I felt my own orgasm approaching, and I sped up until I was too close to continue. I pulled out of her, and Ashna grunted at the unexpected withdrawal. She opened her eyes, and realizing my impending condition, she cooed softly as if to encourage me.
I groaned loudly as my orgasm hit, and I felt my body spasm. Ashna gasped as a volley of white semen erupted from the tip and landed in a line across her thigh and onto the counter behind her. Several more volleys followed, and she cheered at each one as if it were a fireworks display. Eventually, the spasms stopped, and my spent penis slowly drooped down onto her leg. She caressed me, running her warm hands across my rapidly cooling, sweat-soaked back. We remained like that for several minutes, kissing and catching our breath.
Ashna glanced at the clock, and panicked. “Oh my, Alice will be home soon. We’d better get dressed!”
We separated, collecting our things and putting them on. Ashna wiped her leg with a wet dishtowel, making sure to clean the counter where my seed had spilled. We were cleaned up and fully dressed, and had resumed our kissing when we heard footsteps in the stairway. Alice knocked politely before letting herself in. We stood well composed, but Alice could tell that her friend Ashna looked quite different than before. Alice’s face contorted into a huge smile, which made Ashna blush. They shared a look, then kissed cheeks again. Ashna extended our thanks, and we took our leave.
I spent nearly all my remaining time in London with Ashna, carrying her books to medical school classes, having meals with her and her family, even helping out at the restaurant as a busboy! I’ve since had to return home, but I’ve decided that the UK presents the best opportunities for exploring my anthropological and linguistic interests, and my parents have agreed. I’ve applied for a work visa, and Ashna’s looking for jobs for me. I hope to be back there within six months. In the meantime, I’ve got delicious memories of the flavors of India to keep me company.
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Will post more later , got lots of time tonight .
One hotel story - Tilte : Hotel Love . Enjoy !!!
About three years ago my marriage was in deep trouble. We’d been married for nine years; with twin 7 year old daughters. I’d not long had a promotion at work and my wife was struggling to combine a full-time job with being a good mother and loving spouse.
A new job meant that I earned a lot more money but had to work longer hours and stay away from home two or three nights a week. I was too busy to notice any problems until one Friday night when I arrived home to find the kids already in bed. When I complained my wife exploded with rage. The resulting argument lasted 48 hours, culminating with a soul-searching ‘heart to heart’ conversation, on the Sunday night.
Obviously it was ‘my entire fault’ and I had to promise to work less hours, pay Kate and our daughters more attention etc. etc. etc.
One of her more salient points was that we hadn’t had sex in over four weeks and I hadn’t noticed! We put that right immediately. Over the next couple of weeks we discussed ‘our problems’ in a calm and mature manner. One of Kate’s biggest gripes was that I hadn’t shown any imagination in ‘the bedroom’ for years leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. Needless to say I was devastated. I tried my best over the next few months; but it was always Kate who really instigated trying new positions, wearing sexy lingerie and even buying a sex-toy. What pleased me most was the way that she quickly developed a liking for sucking my cock and swallowing my spunk. Something that I’d never dared ask of her or dream that she would do.
Even before we were married Kate wasn’t this insatiable or orgasmic. The sex was incredible; especially when she was dressed in lacy black underwear with stockings and suspenders. She would go absolutely wild when she sucked my cock as I fucked her with her dildo. This always made her very, very wet and she would scream the house down when she came. Thank God her mother enjoyed looking after the girls on a regular basis.
Towards the end of the first year Kate introduced ‘role play’ into our sex sessions; buying a ‘maids outfit’ and a ‘sexy nurse’s uniform’ plus another two larger toys. As well as our Saturday night sessions she would tease me by telling me how often she masturbated with the toys when I was away from home. I have to admit that I was having difficulty keeping up with her.
On the lead up to her birthday in the April Kate suggested a new game. She had read in one of her magazines about a couple that would meet in a hotel and pretend to be strangers. He had to seduce her into bed. The idea really appealed to my wife but I was less sure.
As usual I relented. I was working in Manchester all of the next week so booked a hotel in her name for the Friday night. As agreed Kate would arrive by train and book in alone. She would then get dressed and I was to meet her, later, in the bar.
Kate really got into her role; even adopting a new character. My ‘chat-up’ lines where terrible and she virtually made me beg to buy her a meal before she would give in. When we finally got to the bedroom the sex was fantastic. Kate was unappeasable; virtually fucking my brains out! I lost count of the number of orgasms she had as she made me lick her pussy and fuck her doggy style before she straddled my cock like a cowgirl riding a Bronco.
The grin on her face the following day as we drove home made it all worthwhile; even if my balls had shrunk to the size of two baked beans.
Kate was ecstatic for the next few days and made me promise to repeat the trip every six months. Of course I promised.
Every April and November for the last three years we’ve spent a night or two in a hotel living out my wife’s fantasy of having sex with a stranger.
In December last year my company was taken over and my job responsibilities changed meaning that I’ve had to work even longer hours and bring work home on a weekend.
Because of my workload, I had been looking forward to our ‘dirty weekend’ in April for weeks in advance. This time we were going to Newcastle and staying in a very expensive Hotel on the Quayside; which has a reputation as the ‘party area.’
On the Friday night I had been trying to contact Kate since 5 o’clock as I knew that I was going to be late for our meeting between 6.30 and 7 in the Hotel bar. Her mobile phone was switched off; which annoyed me, but this was probably part of her game. I eventually sent her a text message and hoped that she would check her phone before leaving the bedroom.
It was about 7.45 when I finally made it to the Cocktail Bar scanning the room for my wife. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was transformed from the mother of two screaming daughters that I had kissed goodbye on the Tuesday morning into a gorgeous Vamp; her curvaceous body poured into a very slinky black dress with a split up the side that showed just the merest hint of stocking top and a plunging neckline that clearly showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra!
As I was getting served I realised that she was talking to two Asian guys. I tried to attract her attention but the barmaid suddenly asked ‘what I wanted’. With a pint in my hand I turned to face Kate again as one of the men stroked her thigh and whispered something which made her giggle and push his arm away.
My wife must have seen me as I made my way towards her but she completely ignored my eye contact as she continued flirting with the two strangers. I wasn’t sure but I guessed that they were Indian businessmen, roughly the same age as us – early thirties.
The tallest one looked like a body builder – about 6ft. 2 and 16 stone, his friend was smaller and tubby. Both were wearing smart trousers and fashionable white shirts which emphasised their swarthy good looks.
Letting her have her fun I decided to stand as close as possible without attracting the men’s attention. I was so close I could smell her perfume, but was afraid to say anything as she appeared to be having a good time tormenting me. Kate looked incredibly sexy as her milky white breasts heaved and jiggled in the tight dress every time she laughed at one of their jokes. The taller guy made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was stroking her suspender belt strap. In fact he tugged at it a couple of times, which actually made Kate squirm; a sure sign that she was getting turned on.
In the next half hour Kate totally ignored me as she sank 2 glasses of wine while the guys made it quite clear what their intentions for my delectable wife were.
By now I’d made out that their names were something like ‘Kez’ (the taller one) and ‘Desi’ and they were both locals. My wife had told them that her name was ‘Kitty’ and her ‘friend’ had stood her up. Neither men seemed to believe her; the look on their faces telling me that they thought that she was a just another married woman ‘chasing cock’.
As the music became louder; and the bar busier it became more difficult for me to eavesdrop on their conversation.
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Eventually the tall man leant over her and whispered something, “I need to pee first,” she smiled, and gently pushed him away as he fondled her backside. I gave her a few seconds to stagger away from them and followed. Because the room was so crowded she was already in the ladies toilets when I reached the corridor. I quickly ran into the Gents and had a pee myself, only to find ‘Desi’ had followed me in. As guys do he nodded to me as he pulled out a ‘snake of a cock.’ I nodded back, zipped up and rushed out to confront my wife.
By the time Kate came out of the ‘ladies’ Kez and Desi were already waiting by the door.
“Are you ready babe?” Desi grinned.
“As ready as I’ll ever be!” she chuckled as she linked arms with Kez and left the Hotel.
Stunned I followed, only to see Kate bending forward as she got into a Black Cab letting the back of her dress rise up behind her exposing her stocking tops and suspender straps to everyone in the street. Desi couldn’t resist and slapped her soft fleshy arse cheeks. Kate turned and smiled. My cock instantly became hard.
I grabbed the handle of a second taxi and virtually fell in as the first cab pulled away.
“Follow that cab!” I shouted.
“What?” the driver turned to look at me, “Are you kidding?”
“No!” I grunted, “Follow that fucking car!”
Ten minutes later as the cars crawled through the busy streets they pulled up outside a smart Italian Restaurant. Relieved that they hadn’t gone to the guy’s home I gave the driver a £10 note and didn’t ask for change.
I followed the trio at a respectable distance; getting a table about 12 feet away. Close enough to watch but far enough away that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
The next hour was Hell for me. I could hardly eat my meal as I watched the three of them flirting and touching like rampant school kids. Kate was also getting gloriously drunker as they plied her with red wine, bending forward at every opportunity to give them (and everybody else) a flash of her tits.
Towards the end of their meal Kate was really squirming on her seat as Desi ran his hand up the front of her dress and Kez gently nuzzled her ear. My stomach was churning like a cement mixer making me feel like I could throw up even though I still had an erection.
Kate stood up and stumbled to the toilet as Desi paid their bill. This was my opportunity, I thought, to confront her and make our escape.
Again she made it into the toilets before I reached her. I went into the Gents. As I emptied my bladder my wife’s new friends appeared either side of me.
Desi recognised me. “Hey you were in the Hotel earlier, weren’t you?”
“Em…yes,” I stuttered.
“We’re going back there now and it’s pissing down outside; do you want to share a taxi?” He laughed.
“I guess.” I shrugged. This was madness!
As I stood embarrassedly peeing into the urinal the two men joked about Kate, calling her a ‘slapper’ and ‘game for a roasting’.
“Sorry mate”, Desi chuckled, “we’ve just pulled a bird that’s staying in your hotel and she’s as game as fuck! Did you see her?”
“Ehm…yes…she’s wearing a black dress?” I stammered as I tucked my stiff dick back into my pants.
“That won’t be on for long when we get her back in her room!” Kez grinned, as we left the Gents, “She’ll probably let you watch if you ask her nicely!” Both men thought this hilarious and were still laughing when Kate staggered out of the toilet.
For a moment; she looked horrified when she saw me standing with her friends.
“This is…I don’t know your name?” Desi tried to introduce me.
“Ray.” I grunted as the enormity of the situation hit me.
“This is Ray. He’s going to share our cab.” Desi hiccupped as the cab arrived.
A sexy smile slowly appeared on Kate’s lips.
“Fine,” she whispered huskily, “I guess you know what you’re doing.” They grinned at each other; not knowing that the comment was really meant for me.
Kate got in the taxi first, exposing both thighs above her stocking tops and her left tit actually falling out of her dress. Once inside, she sat between her friends as I sat opposite. The roads were a bit clearer and the taxi literally flew around the corners making me hang onto my seat but Kate had to spread her legs to avoid falling, giving me a fantastic view up her dress as she grabbed hold of Kez. He took advantage by kissing her passionately on her freshly painted lips and slid one hand inside the front of her dress; grabbing a handful of luscious tit in front of me; her husband. Kate responded by sticking her tongue down his throat.
Desi looked at me and laughed then motioned towards Kate as if to say “I told you so!”
They were still embracing when the taxi arrived at the hotel. Desi leant forward as the other two scrambled out; “Pay the man and I’ll let you watch us fuck her. Okay?” He winked.
I meekly nodded and gave the driver another ten pound note.
When I joined them in the reception area it transpired that they had already told Kate that they had agreed to let me watch them.
Her eyes twinkled like Christmas lights as we stepped into the lift. As Kez pressed the button for the tenth floor, he asked me which floor I was staying on.
“6 – Why?” I lied.
He shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to Desi who now had Kate’s dress pushed up around her waist as he kissed and licked her neck and tits. My heart was pounding and my cock aching as I saw images of Kate’s’ stocking clad legs, suspender belt and tiny G-string in the mirrors on all four sides of the lift. Everytime the lift slowly passed another floor there would be a click and I expected some old General or something to open the doors and see my wife and her soon to be lover. Thankfully this didn’t happen and he nonchalantly smoothed her dress as we eventually walked along the corridor.
“Excellent! There’s a mini-bar!” Kez exclaimed once inside the room. “What do you want?” Then he threw me a bottle of vodka as he opened a miniature bottle of whisky.
As I unscrewed the lid I turned to see that Desi and Kate already lying on the bed. He had already taken Kate’s dress off and was suckling on her succulent tits. Her eyes were closed and her head was now rolling from side to side as he gently stroked her pussy through her thin knickers. My eyes were nearly out on stalks when I realised that she had completely shaved her pubes off!
“If it’s not wet enough you could use this!” Kez laughed as he waved a half bottle of champagne in the air.
Desi grinned, “She’s plenty wet…look!” and then pulled my wife’s ting G-string to one side exposing her puffed up labia and a gash that looked as if she’d pissed herself.
“Watch this.” He told his pal as one by one he inserted all four long brown fingers into Kate’s willing hole.
“Get my phone out of my pocket and take a picture!” He giggled as he twisted his hand around and around until everything apart from his thumb was inside her body.
As Kez fumbled with the camera-phone Kate gasped and grunted as she pulled her feet towards her knees and arched her back; pushing her pussy and Desi’s hand into the air.
“Fucking Hell mate, that looks awesome!” Kez whistled as he focused and pressed the button.
“Here, takeover for a minute, while I take a piss.” Desi nonchalantly urged his friend as he unceremoniously pulled his fist out of my wife’s now gaping cunt.
As Kez approached Kate, who was now writhing on the bed, he finished his drink and unclasped his belt letting his trousers fall to the floor.
“I bet you’re a cracking cocksucker.” He asked my wife who was busy taking her knickers off. “Are you?”
She drunkenly nodded and leant her face towards the massive bulge in his white Calvin Klein’s, planting a sloppy kiss near the tip.
“Take my pants off then babe,” Kez’s voice was now a soft growl, “with your teeth”.
Kate moved her weight onto her shoulder and obliged, tugging the waistband over his bulge with her shiny white teeth. Amazingly his cock wasn’t anywhere near as hard as mine but it was just as thick and fat as it flopped out and hit her nose.
Kate took a deep breath then launched forward eagerly gobbling this strangers stiffening brown dick.
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Kez turned to me and grinned as he dropped his shirt onto the carpet, as he stroked my cock-sucking wife’s hair.
“Roy, mate, get my phone for me. It’s in the back pocket.”
“Ray.” I quietly corrected him as I bent over to oblige the man with his dick stuck down my wife’s throat.
My throat was as dry as a desert as I handed him his camera-phone. As he moved her hair away from her cheeks to get a clearer picture I watched Kate slowly slide her hand over her shaved pubic area and begin flicking her clit.
The toilet flushed and Desi strode back into the bedroom bollock naked; sporting a huge black hard-on. His whole body, from ankles to shoulders, was covered in thick black hair, making him look like a brown bear.
“Fucking Hell mate; I told you she was fucking game. Didn’t I?! He gasped as Kate now had all of Kez’s stiffening 6 or 7 inches deep in her throat and was frantically rubbing her pussy.
“Nevermind doing that yourself pet; let me help!” Desi laughed as he took hold of her ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders while burying his face into her sopping cunt.
“Aren’t you going to…you know…wear something?” I timidly asked both men.
Kez grinned and shrugged his shoulders as he roughly played with her heaving tits.
Kate suddenly opened her eyes in astonishment as his tongue must have touched her engorged clitoris. The shock made her cough and Kez’s cock slid out leaving the purple tip pressed against her bottom lip. A few seconds later she regained her composure and quickly began sucking the big brown cock as eagerly as before.
It only took a minute or so but I could tell that both of them were now close to orgasm.
Kez took hold of her hair and began frantically fucking her mouth. As fast as he thrust Kate matched it with one of her own.
“Oh, uh, shit, I’m….fucking hell…uh, uh; shit…I’m gonna fucking flood your fucking mouth!” He grunted as his hips swayed backwards and forwards. Kate was now expertly breathing through her nose as his cock swelled ready to explode.
“UH, FUCK, SHIT!” Kez gasped as he tightly gripped Kate’s head.
With a mouth full of Asian cum, Kate mumbled, “Aaaggghh, Uuuuggghh” as her body convulsed with a shattering orgasm of her own.
My wife was trembling with delight as her head and shoulders flopped onto the pillow. Kez was still oozing cum onto the carpet as he picked his phone up and took a picture of my wife’s face which was now covered with strings of his milky white spunk.
My eyes turned to Desi who was resting on his knees at the bottom of the bed. Kate was slowly rotating her hips with her legs spread wide apart and the knees raised slightly while he slowly pumped his whole fist in and out of her shaved pussy.
“Hey cameraman,” he called to me, “Get a photo of this.”
I meekly obliged getting as close as possible to my wife’s stretched hole with his phone and took a picture of the watch on his wrist touching her puffy lips.
“You look like you need some relief as well,” Desi said as he carefully pulled his sticky hand out of her hole; leaving it stretched and red raw.
“Get your kit off and you can get a blow-job while I fuck her.”
“Are you sure?” I asked like a nervous schoolboy.
“Fucking Hell man, look at the tart. She’d fuck a pony if I brought it in now!”
I did as he told me and looked at my beautiful wife who was lying half asleep, only wearing black seamed stockings and a suspender belt, on a hotel bed with one stranger’s spunk in her mouth and running down her face while her most private of parts was stretched beyond belief from a fisting that another man that she had only met 3 hours previously had given her.
I nervously took my shirt off as Desi and Kez stood beside the bed taking alternate swigs from the champagne bottle, watching my wife roughly squeeze her tits as she fingered herself.
As I dropped my trousers I couldn’t help compare our cocks. Mine was as hard as a rock and about 5 inches long (average?), Kez’s was now hanging limp with the foreskin covering his knob, but it still looked as big as mine. Desi’s cock was jutting out and looked much longer and fatter than my meagre offering.
“Come on Kitty babe,” Desi shook her leg, “you don’t think that I’m finished with you yet do you?”
Kate’s eyes flickered open and she smiled and then sexily smeared her love juice onto her nipples.
“Good!” She slurred, “I’ve got my second wind now.”
“Get out of the way,” Desi grunted as he pushed me to one side, “this needs warming up!” As he waved his big dick in front of my wife’s face.
I swear that she licked her lips as she rose to her knees and rubbed her 34c’s over his rapidly thickening meat. It was like watching lightening as his cock grew in the valley of her heaving mounds.
“Do you want the same as your friend?” Kate arrogantly grinned as she sexily wiped some spunk off her chin and licked it off her manicured fingernail.
“I’m not cumming in your mouth babe,” he hoarsely whispered, “I’m going to fill your married twat full of Delhi spunk! Are you on the pill?”
Kate naughtily put her head on one shoulder and coyly whispered, “I might be…then again…I might not!”
Thank Christ I knew that she’d had a hysterectomy two years previously”
“Come on then babe; show me how good a cocksucker you are then!” He chuckled as he forced her head down until she was kissing the purple head.
“Ooh you fucker!” he gasped as she sucked the knob so hard it must have caused a vacuum!
Grinning she positioned herself on all fours and began licking the thick black veins that ran along his shaft then slowly and sensually she licked and sucked his hairy balls which were hanging like two pool balls between his legs.
I couldn’t stop stroking my own dick as I watched her giving this Asian stranger a blowjob that looked even better than the ones that she gave me at home.
“Hey Ray!” Kez broke my concentration, “stick it in her other end! It’ll be a shame just to have a wank!”
I smiled and as I walked around the bed watching my beautiful wife ‘deep-throating’ his entire cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long but Kez was right; I might as well get a piece of the action too.
For all his bravado Desi looked in Seventh Heaven as told the mother of my children that ‘she sucked his dick better than a £50 whore’.
Yet again I couldn’t believe my eyes when I reached the far side of the bed. Kate’s legs were now splayed well apart and there was a thick string of her pussy juice hanging from her cunt and dripping into a puddle on the bed!
“Come and see this and bring your phone!” I gasped and motioned to Kez with my head.
“Fucking Hell! You’ve got to see this man! She’s that turned on it looks like she’s pissing herself!” Kez called to his friend. With that he took a picture, at my instigation, of my wife’s bloated pussy.
It felt like putting my cock into a bucket of hot jelly when I fucked her. Kate seemed so turned on sucking Desi’s cock I’m not sure that she realised that I was even fucking her.
Sadly I was right, 4 or 5 strokes later I was filling her up with two weeks worth of cum. I don’t care what she was thinking at that moment but it was the most intense orgasm that I’d ever had!
As I withdrew, Kez was waiting to take over. In a flash his cock was filling her spunk filled cunt; only this time my darling wife began moaning and groaning!
“Oh that’s sweet baby.” Kez wheezed as he rammed his dick deep into her body, forcing her to suck Desi’s dick deeper into her throat. The noises coming from her throat were out of this world.
“Hey, let’s swap. I need to cum.” Desi casually told his friend. Without a thought for my wife’s pleasure they left her on her hands and knees with three thick pillows under her tummy helping take the strain!
In seconds Kate was greedily licking my spunk off the stranger’s dick as Desi positioned his fearsome cock at the willing opening of her love box.
“Oh FUCK ME guys!” Kate sighed as Desi filled her right up to her cervix and she rubbed the other sticky cock across her sweet face, “that’s…fucking…ooh…fucking fantastic”.
Desi grabbed the suspender belt on her hips and began banging his big cock into her like a jack-hammer, as Kez grabbed a handful of her hair and forced his stiff dick into her mouth.
The three of them went into another world for a couple of minutes as both guys fucked my wife as if their lives depended on it, with Kate seemingly enjoying every second.
“Is that good baby?” Desi grunted, then he spanked her arse – ‘crack’, “do you like it rough?” ‘Crack’ another smack on the other cheek, “I bet you’ve dreamed of getting fucked like this for years?” ‘Crack.’ “Haven’t you?” ‘Crack’, the spanking was getting louder and her cheeks were turning red.
Kate’s breathing was getting shorter and her eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she energetically sucked Kez’s dick while Desi fucked and spanked her.
“Uuuuggghh! Fucking Shhhiiiiiittt!” Desi moaned as his body tensed up as he began spurting his hot spunk deep into her belly.
With a grin on his face like the Cheshire Cat Desi rolled off my wife, making sure even more liquid spilled out of her hole.
His knob was hardly out when she replaced it with three of her own fingers. Still sucking Kez’s dick, Kate roughly shoved her tiny fingers into her twat and crazily rubbed her clit with the palm of her hand until she began convulsing with her second orgasm of the night. My wife was actually trembling with the intensity.
Laughing at her plight Kez took his cock out of her mouth and went back to the mini-bar where he selected a can of beer each for him and his friend.
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As they drank their beer we all stared at Kate who was nearly bent double on the bed, still resting on the pillows. Her face was contorted with ecstasy as she gently stroked her stretched cunt.
Both men were still sporting hard-ons (as was I!).
“Do you think she takes it up the arse?” Desi asked us both.
Kez shrugged his shoulders again, “Like you said, I think she’d fuck a fucking pony tonight!”
“I don’t think so,” I stammered knowing that this was the only thing that we’d never done, “she doesn’t look the type”.
Both men looked at each other then laughed at me.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Desi chuckled as he stroked his big dick and walked behind my wife who was now beginning to get her breath back.
“Mmmm,” she purred as he ran his tip along her slit covering it spunk and pussy juice, “that’s nice.”
Then she squealed, “NO, NO, NO!” As he pressed his cock against her tiny puckered arsehole, “No, you can’t!” With that she threw herself onto her back making her tits wobble.
“Can’t?” Desi looked puzzled.
Kate swivelled off the bed and naughtily put her head on her shoulder again and pouted.
“Trust me baby, you’ll like it.” Desi tried to talk her around.
“I guess,” Kate smiled, “but I need a poo first!”
Both Asian guys looked pleasantly surprised – I was amazed as she wiggled to the bathroom making her tits and ass wobble for our entertainment. As she walked past me she sexily stroked my cheek with her bright red fingernail, making my heart skip a beat.
Kez grabbed her wrist, “I’ll tell you what babe; is it okay if I watch?”
Before Kate could react Desi asked, “You want to watch her take a shit?”
“Yes. Why not? I like fucking chicks in the arse; I’ve just never…” he then shrugged his shoulders again and looked Kate in the eyes, “you’ll let me watch? Okay?”
I can’t believe she knew what she was doing but she kissed him on the nose and just said, “Why not.”
With that they both went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I suddenly felt embarrassed as I stood naked in front of Desi who was opening another can of beer.
He stood with his ear pressed against the door and slowly tugged on his big dick as we could hear Kate straining to shit then the plops as it hit the water.
“I knew that he was a dirty twat”, Desi laughed, “but watching a tart taking a shit…!” He shook his head in disbelief.
A minute later the toilet flushed and Kate and Desi came back into the bedroom. As Kate climbed onto the bed I saw that her arse cheeks were scarlet from the spanking that she had received when Desi had fucked her.
Without being asked she positioned herself so her knees were on the edge and her legs were spread wide apart in preparation for her next sex act.
I should have guessed what the guys were laughing at…Kez had taken his phone with him and took pictures of my wife taking a shit.
“Let me go first,” Kez asked his pal, “I’ll stretch it for you!”
Desi shrugged his shoulders and slurped the last of his beer.
As Kez probed Kate’s virgin hole she braced herself and clung onto the quilt. His cock wasn’t quite hard enough to go past the dry sphincter so he roughly dug two fingers deep inside her pussy, making Kate gasp, and scooped out some excess spunk to lubricate her passage, which he smeared like butter.
“Just relax babe,” he grunted as his knob pressed against the tight hole.
“I’m trying, I’m trying! Oh my God” Kate groaned as Kez finally began inching his way inside her arse.
Kez sighed and slowly fucked my wife’s arsehole making her whimper and shake her head.
“Christ! I think that this is her first time!” He gasped as his balls touched her soaking pussy, “she’s as tight as fuck!”
“Just relax babe,” he repeated as he withdrew 3 or 4 inches then fed it back in. Kate was now biting the bed and tears were running down her cheeks.
“I am, I am,” she sighed and moaned.
Kez began rubbing her stocking clad legs as he began to build up a nice gentle rhythm. Kate slowly relaxed and stopped crying as she began enjoying something that she probably thought was depraved earlier the same day.
Desi was now sitting in an armchair wanking as his friend buggered my middle-aged wife.
“Go on mate,” he chuckled when he saw my rock hard cock, “she’s gagging for another dick; fill her up at the other end.”
I stepped forward and Kate lifted her head automatically opening her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and lapped at my aching knob.
“Fucking Hell man!” Desi shouted, “Grab her fucking head and fuck her mouth!”
I took hold of a handful of my wife’s hair and easily slid my cock deep into her mouth. Kate responded by nodding her head backwards and forwards as she tried to ‘deep-throat’ me.
Kez now ran his hand under her belly and began roughly shaking her tits which were already swinging like pendulums as he buried his cock as hard and deep as possible.
Our bodies were all shaking as Kez began grunting and flopped on top of Kate as he spunked inside her arse. When he got his breath back there was the unmistakeable whiff of shit as he pulled his spent cock out of her stretched anus, but Kate didn’t notice as she was now furiously rubbing my balls as she sucked on my diamond hard cock.
Desi had a glazed look in his eyes when he placed himself between her legs. Unlike his friend five minutes earlier he had no problems getting his huge cock past her sphincter. Kez had done a good job stretching her for him and his spunk was probably the best type of lubricant. Still with her mouth full of my cock, Kate groaned as Desi forced his 8 or 9 inches deep into her arse.
“Right you dirty bitch,” he grunted as he smacked her arse again, “now for a real fucking!”
With that he alternated each long stroke with a hard smack on her arse cheeks.
I couldn’t hold back and splashed the back of her throat with my hot cum. Kate tried to suck the last drops but Desi’s fucking and thrashing was too much for her.
I stepped back to see my spunk trickle out of her mouth; which was hanging open as she tried to catch her breath.
Desi really did look like a big hairy bear as he rattled Kate’s arse like a steam train. Kate’s knees were now tucked under her chest and her arms and head hung limp flat on the bed.
“Is this good?” He gasped as he gripped her hips, “Is this the best fuck that you’ve ever had? One cock won’t be enough for you when I’m finished with you? Will it?”
“Oh God no! No!” Kate smiled and whimpered as Desi’s buggering got faster and harder.
“Uuuuggghh” he grunted as he shut his eyes and his body stiffened.
“Oh God, that’s….so…hot.” My wife smiled. Desi placed a hand on her backside and there was an audible ‘pop’ as he pulled his cock out of her now well fucked arse hole.
There was a silence in the room for the next few minutes, until Kate slowly turned onto her back and quickly fingered herself to orgasm.
Kez looked at his watch and told Desi that they would have to be going; as he had told his wife he would be home by 1 and it was now 1.30.
As Kate lay grinning, in the afterglow of her mammoth sex session, the two of them began getting dressed in silence.
“What about you?” Kez asked.
I’d suddenly forgotten that I was meant to be a stranger too.
“I think I’ll have another go when you’ve gone.” I stammered.
“Fair enough’. He laughed as he checked his clothes in the mirror.
Desi ushered me to him with a nod of his head.
“Write your e-mail address down and I’ll send you the pictures.”
I quickly wrote my Yahoo address down and he pushed it in his pocket. He then wrote a phone number down and dropped it onto Kate’s sweaty tits.
“Give me a call when you’re next in Newcastle; or I can come and see you when your husband’s out of town.”
Kate kissed the paper and mouthed, “I will”.
“Give her one for me!” Kez laughed as they closed the bedroom door.
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Here’s one long long story for tonight - Title : Case of the cocked hand . Enjoy !!!
I was cold and uncomfortable, but mostly just bored. I’ve been sitting on the ground, just inside the tree line, overlooking a wide expanse of pasture spreading out below me since late afternoon. A quick look at my watch showed it was just past 4 AM now. Behind me a mountain gradually climbed several thousand feet. It was August, and damn hot during the day, but I was high enough in altitude here that it could get very chilly at night. When I got here it was pretty hot so I left my jacket in the jeep. Not one of my brighter moves.
I was a good ten miles out of town. Dan Jennings has a nice spread here. In fact he has the largest ranch in the county, but this part of it is quite a distance from his ranch house; which partially explained why I was stuck out here. He has been losing several head of cattle every week for the last couple of months. He and his four sons had tried to catch the rustler but every time they staked out a pasture no one showed up, or a couple head would disappear from another herd.
He finally called the sheriff Monday morning and the sheriff called me Monday afternoon. I am the low man on the totem pole around here so his plan fell on me. But to be fair, I would have ended up with it anyway. I man the sheriff’s substation here so it was in my territory. The nearest deputy to me was a good twenty miles south. This part of the country is pretty sparsely populated. My town has barely fifteen hundred people, a movie theatre with one screen; a couple of diners, a few bars and a relatively clean motel provided all our entertainment. We were too small to have a police department so I was it. The downtown area was about eight blocks long with the usual small businesses a small town like ours needed. A state highway ran through the middle of the downtown to provide us with some connection to the rest of the world.
I shifted my legs around trying to get my right leg straight. Eight months ago I was still in the Army and the personnel carrier I was riding in through Ghazni, Afghanistan took a hit from a RPG and left me with a leg peppered with shrapnel. It helped me decide to leave the Army at the end of my tour, and for the last eight months I had been making a steady recovery to my old self but my leg was not quite there yet. Oh, I could still walk or run fine, I passed the physical for the job, but I was left with a frequent unexplained ache.
Once I was semi-comfortable I scanned the area again. Maybe another hour and I would call it a day. There was a full moon and from here I could see the entire herd of cattle Jennings kept on this range. I wasn’t about to begin counting but there had to be over five hundred head. From where I was sitting I could easily see the two roads that angled their way here from the state highway, about two miles away. One of them eventually became the old abandoned logging road I had parked on. From my vantage point I should be able to spot anyone attempting to get to this herd.
My jeep was about a quarter mile behind me, well hidden back in the trees on that old logging road where it started to make its way up the mountain. The only people who used it any more were deer hunters. I had walked the rest of the way here. I thought it best to get here early and be out of sight in the almost non-existent case I saw someone.
I had pretty good duty here. Not much had happened in the six months since I had taken the job. I was pretty much my own boss; nothing like my experience as an MP in the army. The sheriff was stationed in the county seat, a lonely eighty-mile drive from here. I would drive over once every couple of weeks to meet with him and the other deputies and discuss the activity, or more the case, the lack of it. I had grown up here but after high school I joined the Army. My parents had moved away shortly after I left but they had kept our small house here. They thought they might use it as a summer getaway or as a rental but with my return they gave it to me. The pace here can be pretty slow but after two tours in Afghanistan I was looking forward to some peace and quiet.
After another hour passed called it a night and hoofed it back to my jeep and headed towards town. My preferred diner in town was just a block from the sheriff’s station and it was packed even at this hour. Quite a few of the local farmers and ranchers tended to get up early and come down for breakfast, or just coffee, before beginning the day’s work. I liked the crowd and usually joined in, it kept the lines of communication open, but this morning I was beat. My office had two cells and on days like this, when I did not want to go home and both cells were empty, I’d lock the door and sack out on a bunk in one of the cells.
In spite of the chill I felt up on the mountain, it was still pretty warm here in town, even at 6 AM. It was one of those weeks were it was over a 100 in the shade and only cooled off to 90 during the night. I went into the first cell, stripped, and just crashed on top of the cot. It was a short three hours later when the phone insinuated itself into my dream. It became the alarm at our base in Afghanistan warning of incoming mortar rounds. I rolled off the cot in a sweat looking for my helmet. It took a few seconds to realize where I was. I got to my feet and walked out into the main office to answer the phone.
“Sheriff’s office, how can I help you”?
“Tom, its Bill”. Bill was the sheriff. “What took you so long? The phone must have rang twenty times. Don’t you work for me any more”?
“I was outside talking to someone and just stepped in and heard it”. I was thankful I had closed the blinds when I came in this morning. I was standing in the middle of the room buck-naked. Hopefully I also remembered to lock the door. “So what’s up”?
“Check your email in a few minutes. I’m sending you a video file from a bank robbery that occurred yesterday in Magalia. I think it’s the same guy that has been hitting a bank about every three months around here for the last couple of years. It has been spread out between several counties so we did not notice the pattern at first. He’s hitting our county about once a year and I think our turn is coming up. I want him this time”.
“What’s so special about this video”?
“This is the first time we got a good look at his face”.
“Okay, I’ll watch for it. I’d better go now”. I was trying to get off the phone so I could get dressed. With my luck that door is not locked and with the closed blinds I would not have any warning until someone opened the door. And no doubt it would be one of the local mothers walking in on me with my dick hanging out. Then I’ll be known in the rumor mill as the perverted war-damaged vet.
Then Bill got my attention again, “What’s the hurry? Oh, I almost forgot, how did it go last night at the Jennings place? See anything”?
“It was one of the more boring nights of my life. I did not see a thing. I’ve got to run but I’ll watch that video as soon as it shows up”. I quickly hung up before he could get talking again.
After hanging up I checked the door, I was okay; it was locked. I went back to the cell area and showered and dressed. When I was finished I came out and began opening up shop. I opened the blinds, unlocked the door and then sat down at my laptop. I saw that I had several emails. A couple of the usual “We’ll make your penis so big you’ll need headlights”. Another from a new widow in Nigeria that needed my help transferring funds and a couple from the guys in my outfit still stationed in Afghanistan. “Incoming mail” still showed at the bottom of the window. I waited a couple of minutes but it was still ‘incoming’. It must be a pretty good-sized file. I deleted the garbage and read how things were going in Afghanistan. The file was still just a quarter done after fifteen minutes. There is no DSL in the boonies. I decided to get some breakfast and check it when I got back.
At the diner all the tables were taken but I saw Henry sitting alone in a booth by the window so I went in and joined him. He was retired now and had probably been here talking to his buddies since the sun came up. He was an old friend of my father and I had known him all my life. We had breakfast or lunch together a couple of times a week. We were chatting about nothing in particular when I looked out the window and saw a tall striking blond walk by; she looked to be in her mid-twenties, a few years younger than me. I just caught a glimpse of her face before she turned to cross the street walking away from me. She had to stop at the curb as a semi and trailer drove by on its way out of town. It was Jerry Blair, a local trucker. He left every Tuesday morning for a cross-state trip. He wouldn’t be back until Saturday night.
Henry looked up and saw me staring out the window. “Pretty isn’t she”.
“I’ll say”. It was pretty warm out already and she was wearing white shorts and a polo shirt that hugged her body, really showing off her shape. She had a nice tan; long slender legs and the shorts set them off perfectly. She had to be close to 6 foot. She was the perfect height for me. I was a bit tired of the short girls I had dated in town. Of the available girls, the tallest must be around 5’3”. Lay on top and your chest smothers them.
Henry was watching me with a smile on his face, “You don’t recognize her do you”?
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“I don’t think I would forget someone who looks like her”. She had crossed the street and was now standing in front of a dress shop talking with another woman. They must be good friends, they hugged and now it looked like they were going to stop and talk for a while. “I would have remembered if I had bumped into her in the last six months. Who is she”?
“She did not always look like that. She was a bit shorter and down right skinny. Do you remember Paula Banks”?
“Yes. She was a skinny little girl who used to hang around the house making mooneyes at me back when I was in high school. Are they related”? I had not thought of her in years though I had one very distinct memory of her in the tree house in my back yard.
“You might say that, though she wasn’t that little. She was just a few years younger than you. That’s Paula”.
“Wow. She has certainly changed. Why haven’t I seen her around since I got back”?
“She comes and goes. She will be here for a week or a couple of months and then takes off and is gone for a month or so”.
I looked out the window to see her standing across the street looking my way. She gave a little wave towards me. I started to raise my hand to wave back when another truck drove up, stopped and blocked my view.
She did not look like the girl that caught me up in my tree house one afternoon jacking off while watching Mrs. Henderson nude sunbathing in her backyard. Mrs. Henderson had a high fence that blocked the view from the other houses, but up in my tree house, hidden in the leaves, you had a great view. My girl friend at the time would not do more than kiss when we made out. I relieved a lot of internal pressure those summer afternoons watching Mrs. Henderson.
The afternoon I remember I was up there naked, peeking through the leaves and beating off, just ready to cum, when I heard a voice behind me, “Whatcha’ doin”?
I about jumped out of the tree. I turned around, dick in hand, expecting to see my mother. “Nothing”, I said as low as I could. Any louder and Mrs. Henderson might hear and that would be the end of her sunbathing. Instead I saw Paula standing on the ladder, head and shoulders in the opening to the tree house looking at me. She looked down at my groin, smiled, and then climbed the rest of the way up. I froze. My clothes were behind her in on a makeshift table.
Paula spent a lot of time at our house. She lived alone with her dad a few doors down from us. Her mother had died when she was five. She was twelve and in the eighth grade now and my mother had become something of a surrogate mom to her. I was a senior in high school so of course she tried to hang around me and just as certainly I tried to stay away from her.
I don’t remember much of what we said but I do remember she walked over to where I was standing and looked through the leaves of the tree. She moved a limb and saw Mrs. Henderson. She was lying on a lawn chair without a stitch on. She must have been trying to tan the inside of her thighs, as her legs were pretty far apart. I remember her smiling when she saw what I was looking at. She turned to me. I was still holding onto my cock. She got down on her knees in front of me. “You can watch her while I take care of this”. She replaced my hand with hers and began pumping me.
I remember looking down at her. Her little hand pumping away on my cock, her face just inches away with her mouth open, breathing hard. Seeing her mouth open like that I was tempted. I had heard the other guys talking about how great it was when their girlfriends gave them a blowjob. I hadn’t got my girl friend to touch my cock, much less give me a blowjob. I put my hand behind her head and tried to give her the idea of what I wanted by pushing her mouth towards the head of my cock.
Her head moved only an inch closer before she resisted, closing her mouth tight. She looked up at me and shook her head. She seemed angry. When I moved my hand away she looked back down, continuing to jack me off. She really seemed to know what she was doing. I barely lasted a minute or so before I began squirting cum all over her t-shirt. When I was finished she pulled on my cock to get me down on the floor with her. She pulled off her now wet t-shirt, then her shorts and panties and sat down on my now wilted cock. She had decent tits for such a young girl. They were not big but really well formed. That was the closest I had ever been to bare breasts and I took a good look now that they were staring me in the face. She leaned forward and I reached out with both hands and touched her breasts, feeling the swell of them, the nipples getting hard in my fingers. She began squirming around on me, grinding my cock underneath her. I could feel myself getting hard again.
This isn’t right. She is only twelve: She’s an eight-grader, I’m a senior. What if my friends find out? I’ll never live it down. She is really good at this. Oh, I want to fuck her so bad. Is this her first time? Where did she learn this?
I watched as Paula lifted up and reached between us to grab my cock, now completely hard again. She pointed it up at her pussy and began to lower herself on me. The purple head was just touching the lips of her pussy when I heard my mom calling for me. Paula didn’t budge, whispering, “Ignore her” but I jerked my hands away from her breasts.
“I can’t. She knows I’m out here. If I don’t answer she’ll come up here and find us”.
Paula reluctantly got up. She slowly began putting her panties and shorts back on; watching my face as I stared at her body while I put my jeans on. I had a little bit of difficulty zipping my jeans. I hoped it would go down before mom saw. Paula then grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and put it on.
I think I drove mom somewhere on an errand while Paula stayed behind, leaving later so mom would not know she had been there.
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