missy walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an older guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed straw hat shading his light, Germanic hide. Seated at the bar, she removed her dark glasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her swallow arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down future to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small house in Frederick North Florida, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this trivial place on the beach for happy hour on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourer around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and pledge Republic of Cuba Libres on my second porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street right hand at the beach. It's a humble place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen throne and a few mesa, all deuces and four big top. There are four huge ceiling fans and large window wide open to the sea child's play. There are tabular array outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smoker sit.

The missy next to me is a KO. She is Asian, maybe in her twenties, with streaky brown hair down past her berm and greenish eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and melt off with medium-small breasts and a nice rear end. She's wearing white underdrawers and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a courteous tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many Lester Willis Young daughter nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regulars, retired person and surfboarder beau, and the little girl looked a little out of place. I must have seen her around Town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drink I tried not to bet at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peep here and there. She caught me a couple sentence and flashed that shy smile.

"This tastes good on a hot day like this,"she said, taking a swig of her drink.

"right, but you have to be careful with that stuff in this high temperature,"I said."That tequila can go decently to your mind. I had a bad experience with that stuff back in college and I haven't touched it since !"

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another selective service beer as well.
We made small-scale talk. She said she was studying strong-arm therapy at the topical anesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Bay State because the school had a national reputation for the program.

After we'd been talking for a while I realized we hadn't introduced ourselves.

"Oh, my name is laborer, by the way,"I said."Jack Hammer."

"Hi seafarer, skillful to get together you,"she said."My name is Emma Lee."

"Nice to take on you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my public figure is Emma,"she corrected."Lee is my end name."

We talked for a few more moment, and when she finished her drink she rose from her stool. She said goodbye, it was nice talking to you, and I said the Saami. She headed for the door and didn't aspect back. But I didn't take my centre off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the followers calendar week I didn't see her, but then on the adjacent Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the same stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the early side of the horseshoe. We made eye tangency and smiled at each other a couple of times but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the succeeding pair of hebdomad I saw her three more than times and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my one-time career in advertising. She asked me if I watched ‘ Mad Men'on TV but I said no, I'd never seen it. We talked about a lot of affair. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly temporary and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any kids and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her sprightliness growing up in Massachusetts ; her mother was a nanny which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

"I'm asking if you like to birth massages."

I told her I'd only had one in my life and it was many twelvemonth ago. After an awkward silence she spoke again.

"Would you let me collapse you a massage ?"she asked.

"Huh ?"I stammered."You want to give me a massage ?"

"Sure,"she said."It's section of my studies. We have to study all that material, and we need victims…I have in mind subjects…to recitation on."

We both laughed. She told me it was free, she had to pattern, why not me ? Naturally, I accepted. She told me where and we set the time. I asked her if I needed to do anything to prepare.

"Come as you are,"she said."But fall apart boxershorts !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing unaccented blue scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a small room.

"You quick ?"she asked.

I said I was. She told me to strip down to my boxers and lie face down on the table and she'd be back in a jiffy.

The room was small, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage board in the center. There was a tabular array, two death chair and a sectionalization to stand behind while undressing. I hung my apparel on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal tea scent and listening to new age music.

When I left there an time of day later I felt like a million bucks, looser than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, shit, this wench is marvelous, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory of her strong hands gliding over my consistency, kneading my muscles, fingering my wear flesh. She had started with my head, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a effective quantity of time on my head, my fuzz and my neck, which seemed to loosen the ease of my consistency, removing my tension and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to flip over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say often, but at one point she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty girl like her was doing the job."It's only natural,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and believe me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how pitiful I was : a fifty-something old flatus missing seeing a twenty-five year old lady friend. Like I'd really have a gibe. shucks, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one good afternoon about three calendar week later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her face. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how engaged she'd been with school day. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the second one she asked me to pick out a walkway with her on the beach.

It was a hopeful, sunny day. We both wore shades, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how gracious it had been meeting me and getting to experience me over the death few weeks. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about various matter, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The bailiwick of the massage came up and I again told her how very much I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so escaped for days afterward.

"Maybe it's time you had another one,"she said.

"Oh, Emma, you don't have to do that."

"I know I don't, but I'd like to. We'll have to do it at your sign, though. We're only allowed to fetch someone in once for free, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't judgment paying.

"I'm doing it because I want to, diddlyshit, not for the practice. You can buy me a margarita."

I bought her two over the future time of day or so as we talked and laughed about a number of topic. When we parted we set the date for my massage for three days hence, a Saturday good afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushions and blanket on the carpet and to have a small pillow W. C. Handy for my capitulum. When we said goodbye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

I had the floor all fix when she arrived with her bag of goodies. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with aristocratical blue jean cutoffs and her smallish braless boob poking through the material of her tan t-shirt. She told me to strip down to my packer and lie brass down, and I did as instructed.

I could listen Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a small loudspeaker and soothing euphony was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of lotions or oil colour as I lay there anticipating her touch sensation. Then I heard her unworthy work force rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck opening and back. Her strong fingerbreadth started on my neck and scalp, my tension eroding and relaxation behavior seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the muscular tissue in my upper, then lowly back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the backbone of my legs and her manpower soon followed, kneading my tired old runner's muscles, a pinch of nuisance here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankle to my feet. Then she spoke for the first off time.

"Let's get these trunks off,"she said as her helping hand latched onto the waistband of my jockeys."rise up."

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberalist sum of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass scissure. She worked my cheeks, piercing digs with her long, talented fingers, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my cocksucker. Next I felt her gap open up the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the tapering tip of one of her credit card bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet stream nip into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

I was already getting hard when she said,"I'm going to massage your anus, too. That's something I could never do at the clinic at school."

Her long fingerbreadth eased into my ass. First an column inch, then out. Then two inch, out, in, more in, out, until her whole finger was inside me and I felt her knuckle joint pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a rotary motion, the force out oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking finger going in and out, in and out as I moaned softly in pleasure.

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting more than, and my cock was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the mantle beneath me. She stroked me over and over, her slimy, slithering finger probing and finding every square centimeter inside my ass.

She finally withdrew her finger and patted me on the butt."bit over,"she said.

I rolled over onto my spinal column. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore naught but a skimpy red thong and a stud that filled her navel. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful consistence,"I said.

"Thank You,"she replied. She glanced at my middle and added,"And you have a big cock !"

I smiled. This was the showtime prison term I'd heard her use a raunchy Word of God like that, but it turned me on even more if that was possible.

Then there was More oil. On my shoulder, dresser and stomach, then her hands worked their conjuration. Her thumbs dug into sinew and flesh, teased my tit, oil collected in my navel. Then to the wooden leg, more oil, to a greater extent finger oeuvre, more than fatigue ivory coming to life.

Then it was time for my midsection, and hopefully my throbbing eight inch erecting. Emma didn't disappoint.

More oil was dripped, on and around my engorge member. Then her hands went to form. She massaged my ball and rubbed my crotch. Her oily palm and fingers surrounded my slimy member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery prick making easy going for her dextrous hands. I swelled with lack. After a couple of moment she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck your turncock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her oral fissure. commencement she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her straits up and down and I watched my cock sliding board in and out of her mouth over and over. Her whisker hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could better see the show.

She raised her head and my peter reemerged from between her thin lips."You must hold a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my peter and said,"Because you have such a swollen head !"

We both laughed and then she reached into her bag of paraphernalia and produced a scrunchy, which she then used to tie back her hair.

She returned to her business, taking me in her mouth in by in until the integral length of my cock disappeared and her lips were kissing my balls. I could finger her hanker tongue squiggling along my ray as her mouth sucked and pressured my sparse, tight peel. I placed my bridge player on her ass and massaged her succulent curves, fingering the crack of her sweetly ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walk until they found their way under that skimpy thong and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a throat full of cock when my fingerbreadth entered her love canal and started finger-fucking her. starting time slowly, then with increasing rhythm and force-out I poked her, eliciting more moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my finger and with my script back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the subject matter immediately and without missing a pulsation with her lovemaking backtalk she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her long slim legs until they were straddling my head and her elevated shaved snatch was touching my lips.

I kissed her bland baldness and tasted her inside backtalk. My natural language danced on her asshole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger's breadth into her pussy until it was good and lubed, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her asshole. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the same mo I plunged my finger into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scared pony, mashing her pussy into my face. My digit sped up and she was now mouthing me with even stronger passion, emitting gurgles and groan, sucking with a power as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our drive and tempo, we fell into a 1 of purpose. I chewed her clitoris and my tongue explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her expression as she attempted to suck my cock off. She came first, filling my backtalk and drenching my neck and Chin, and soon my pecker exploded into her filled sass, my muscle spasm, seven, eight, nine times, until the last drop-off was drunk.

She finally removed my worn out pipe organ from her mouth, but continued to kiss it and lick the shaft. I kept working her love mallet with my mouth and maintain my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my penis and gently grinded her pussy into my face, enhancing my traveling bag on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushing from her sweet Pres Young cunt I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the sides of my mind and she started fucking my rima oris with her clit. I wasn't long before another gush of liquid state Emma flowed from between those luscious sassing and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my boldness. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our lips met for the initiatory clock time, and our natural language plowed into cum-flavored sassing. As we kissed I took her in my arm, one script behind her and one on her erect mammilla and tit. The kiss went on for a long clock time, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hand in my hairsbreadth allowed my sass to graze on her rich chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my straits to hers and we kissed some more. Then I laid back beside her and she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Wow,"she repeated."That was something. I knew I was going to suckle your peter, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most intense orgasms I've ever had in my life history !"

I kissed her again."Want to go into the bedroom ?"I asked.

She smiled."That would be nice,"she said.

In bed we picked up where we left off, me sucking titty in between second of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before tenacious her hand was on my Stiff Richard.

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this matter inside me yet,"she said, giving my cock a easy squeeze. I swung my consistence on top of her."No worries, Jack. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my hard fifty dollar bill year old cock and slid it with ease into her easy twenty-some year old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my train into her tunnel.

I started slow and prosperous and Emma fell right in and matched me stroke for shot. Then a little faster, a picayune harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't semen for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw beads of sweat above Emma's upper berth lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In perfect time with one massive thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low thigh-slapper, the headboard slammed the wall, a framed picture came crashing to the storey and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid love I came again too, and changeable my spermatozoan deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my back and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a longsighted time.

Over the next various hours I fucked her two Thomas More times, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my thing between her legs she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth clock time, she shivered and squeezed my caput between her stage and pulled me up for a hanker kiss.

"Damn, Jack, you eat pussy almost as good as a char !"she said.

I looked at her and with raised supercilium, and she noticed my surprise.

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girl ?"

"Oh come on, diddley. Is that a problem ?"

"No, not a problem. Just surprised, I guess. You don't seem like the type."Now I knew I'd stepped in it.

"Type. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

She started laughing softly."laborer, you should see your face. You're blushing !"She laughed again, and then so did I.

"jackstones, just about everybody is bisexual person nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was fourteen, and that was three yr before I ever put a tool in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to induce a man."

We kissed and talked for a few min. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was big, but there was no substitute for a real cock. In her lip, her kitty, or her ass.

My eyebrows raised again, along with you know what. She nodded and said,"May as well finish what we started."She rubbed my putz and added,"There's lube in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lube tube from her bag on the living room floor.

"You do me and I'll do you,"she said.

I squeezed a dollop onto two digit, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger's breadth in first, then the irregular, to widen her. My finger plunged into her and she murmured as I spread the goo. Then she pinched some jelly into her hired hand and went to play on me, and soon my pecker was greased and ready to complain ass.

She flipped onto her breadbasket, telling me how she liked it."shag me like a dog,"she said.

She spread her ass for me and I put the oral sex of my dick to her welcoming bunghole and pushed. I took it slowly but I eased right in. This was no virgin son of a bitch. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each mightily slug, feeling no nuisance. She started talking dirty, which of course make me have a go at it her sweet ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about shag, and I was trying to motor her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the bulwark again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelps. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each former and talked in bed for a while after. She told me she wanted me to get it on her in the ass because we had done just about everything else, so why not ?"So you like anal sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in high school school day and college girl didn't want to get pregnant so they had sex with early daughter. And when they had sex with guys it was a lot of oral examination and anal.

Eventually Emma said that she had to get going. I didn't ask her where she had to go, I thought I'd embarrassed myself enough already. She gathered up her trade good and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

"Thanks, Jack,"she said."You are amazing. See you soon."

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this untried womanhood, we had had sex to beat the dance band, uncountable climax, but I knew nix about her, other than her figure. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her earphone number.

In the solar day that followed she didn't call option and she didn't show up at the bar. I tried to find her with no success. The school day would establish out no information, and since she was youth and probably renting, her name never came up on prop searches. I didn't want to conceive that what was too good to be true was just that.

I went to the bar almost every good afternoon hoping to see her. Week after week I looked for her but it was three month before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an unenviable feeling, I think we both did, which was intelligible considering what we'd done together and then there hadn't been a tidings since.

"Want to take a walk on the beach ?"she asked. I said surely, and we headed out. zero was said at first, but Emma was first to speak.

"Jack, there are some things I want to severalise you. Three thing,"she said.

"Okay,"I said."What are they ?"

"Number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off guard. I think I was in the beginning throes of cushion. The heating plant of the sun tripled in a heartbeat, and my beat raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first 100 fox, smart, funny, aphrodisiac, exciting, nether region, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thought, I reached for her and pressed my brim against hers. She seemed receptive for a second or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a puzzled face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

"You have no idea who I am, do you ?"she said.

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

"You're my male parent, you goofball,"she said."That's the s matter I wanted to recount you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

"Your Father ?"I mumbled."What are you talking about ?"

"I did a DNA test,"she said."I have a copy for you if you want it. You are Daddy."

"DNA ? What are you talking about ?"I asked again, sweat burning my middle and pouring down my face.

"Your massage. I took some of your tomentum. I know someone at schooling who arranged the exam. It's irrefutable."

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you commemorate taking a trip to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a place called The Paliau sand dune recourse ?"

My mind raced back through time. I remembered the stumble. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Chinese miss from Boston.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't headache, squat,"she went on,"I don't want anything from you."

"But your mother…"was all I could manage.

"She doesn't know about me looking for you or finding you. I always used to ask about my father but she didn't know much. She said you were a skillful guy, were handsome and traveled with a guy named beak. She didn't even eff your last name. She said she'd given you a massage, too. She said she knows she shouldn't have had unprotected sex with you but she couldn't resist. She always said I was her reward for having known you. But she never wanted to try to find you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"private investigator,"she said."Mom has no thought. All I knew was your first figure, a general description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few names, but only a duad of them were in all likelihood because of the ages. He traced you here and I enrolled in school. I found your house and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

"I think I need another drink,"was all I said, still sweating like a rabid dog. As we were walking back to the bar I had a dire thought.

"Oh my god, Emma !"I blurted."I'm a pervert ! What have we done ?"

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it well-fixed. I'm an adult, I made that decisiveness a foresightful meter ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said nice affair about you. I could severalise she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

I just shook my head and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me Thomas More details about your days together. About the sex, about your consistency, and how in effect you made her flavour. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to suck cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How practiced it felt inside her, how honorable you tasted. She even told me how you two went cheeseparing dipping and made love on the beach late one night and mass were walking by every few transactions and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't discovery you. And she said that on the flight of steps habitation she knew she was going to ingest your infant. And she was going to go along it.

"So that's why I wanted to have it away you, Jack. For years I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to feel everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to palpate one thing she never did."

"Really, what's that ?"I asked.

"That survive thing we did,"she said, referring to anal retentive sex.

We walked in muteness for a few moments and then I thought of something else.

"Emma,"I said."You mentioned that you wanted to state me three matter. You've only told me two. What's the third gear thing ?"

"I'm pregnant,"she said with a crack in her voice. I had a feeling her eye watered behind her sunglasses.

"Oh No. You're pregnant ? How…"I began, but she cut me off.

"Don't headache, jackass, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a father for a few mo, so don't try to have words me okay ? I know I shouldn't have had unprotected sex but I just couldn't resist."She smiled at me. I asked her about the father.

"His name is Moses. He's a forward on the hoops team."

I started to mumble something but she cut me off again.

"He's black. He's from Nigeria."

We entered the Sandcrab and sat back down at the bar. I was too dead to rescript so Emma did. I kept sweating hummer despite the roof rooter directly overhead.

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A loud, booming crack of lightning struck very close to menage, waking me up. Hard pelting pounded the metallic element roof of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My bed sheet were soaked with diaphoresis. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

What a incubus, I thought. To rule out in the blinking of an eye that I have been a Fatherhood for twenty-some years and never knew it. And with an Asiatic American language Waspy Black African grandchild on the way to rush. Oh My God….

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my side with cold water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, suit, foreclosures, depression.

Compared to my incubus, life-time ain't so bad after all, I guess.

But hoot, I got ta stay out of bars !


END