Money

I finally found the garage door opener amidst the boxes and furniture. The moving crew had left hours ago and I was still in a sea of madness, filled with far too much stuff for one human to own, let alone move.

It had been a whole day affair. First to load up at my old apartment, drive across town, unload and show them where each larger piece of furniture might go...and I stress the might..because one never knows for sure how a room will come together. There has to be more planning then, "Just put it right there." When I felt that I had exhausted their good nature, I tipped them and gave them the last of my Pacificos' and bade them farewell. And then, once they had gone, I wished that someone with more brawn than myself had stayed to help me. Helps me what? Help me cry. Gee. My back ached and my arms felt longer than they were, from having to carry boxes and clothes up and down the stairs. I was parched, but fear stopped to take a break as a sign of weakness. Such silly things that race through ones head in a moment of fatiguing madness. Or is that tiring sadness? I decided to do it one room at a time, and since the front room was the biggest and most crowded, at that moment, I started there. The room was sunken with other smaller rooms around it, with a hallway on either side one that led to a kitchen, and the other to the Billiards room. OK, so I had yet to purchase the actual pool table, but that is what I started calling the room while the house was in escrow. I had so many plans and just so much money. But I told myself then, one room at a time. I found the boxes that were marked books and proceeded to take them out and place them on the shelves, without any proper order, But when I found the Womyns' section, I did make room for them on the far wall case, so that when my couch was strategically placed, my guests would know what an ardent feminist or radical dyke I was. Everything for a reason. 3 hours later, and darker at that, I found myself in a delightful room. My own paintings hung on the walls interspersed with more famous names.

I placed large standing porcelain vases on the floors, using glass cinder blocks as stands for them. My collection of Gargoyles I put on the wall near the Muchas and waterfall. A small metal voodoo God stood just inside the fountain. The gargoyles were there to protect the peace, and the God was there to protect the gargoyles. I set the stereo up across the room from the fireplace, nearer to the formal dining room. I put on Luciano Pavarotti CD and danced around the room a few times before collapsing into a chair. I took a deep breath and admired the room, then realizing that the next room I did should probably be the bedroom, as I didn't see too much more time on my feet as being a viable option. That room took another 3-4 hours, by that time I had become wired from sheer exhaustion. It wasn't a second wind or anything, it was just that Zombie State of mind. I hadn't noticed the time, because that would have been the last thing I had completed in that room. It was a large room with cathedral ceilings...maybe 18 ft high with exposed beams. The walls were painted a pale blue with champagne wainscoting. Brass and Porcelain accents adorned the room. The bed was an open four-poster, suitable for anything that might pique an interest. I had it up on a 2ft stand...allowing a viewable stage is necessary. There was a closet that went the length of one wall...with many sliding doors for access. I hung a few small mirrors and dream catchers on them. From the rafters, I hung some flags and chimes, a few leather straps that hung down. I cinched straps to the legs of the bed, and when putting linens on the bed, for some reason, I put the sheet with tie-downs on. Just to see how it felt. I had bought it at a shop in the city, but had never the opportunity to experience it. One can hope one will have such an experience. Its like I buy the toys that I want someone else to use on me. I went in and took a shower and then went and sat down in the sunken spa tub and let the water stream down. I didn't bother to turn on the jets, I just wanted a soaking tub...and the water ran and ran and the next thing I knew, is that the water was running over into the bathroom. Lucky for me the spa was in the middle of the room and there were drains placed around it. It could have been disastrous. Maybe my luck was changing.

I slept until 10 the next morning and felt refreshed even though it had only been 6 hours that I rested. My bones no longer ached and I bounded out of bed eager to have most of my house in place before the other furniture for the other upstairs rooms would arrive. Stuff I had purchased at various antique shops in town and up the Mendo coast.

It was about 7 pm, that Wednesday evening when I finally had finished putting everything in its place. The place looked spectacular and I was proud that I had worked so diligently for so long. Again I hadn't taken a break all day, but I didn't really feel as tired as the previous day, so I decided to go to the store and buy something special to celebrate. My wines had not arrived from the cellars and I was a bit thirsty. I showered and threw on some jeans and oversized fleece button-down jacket. I went into the garage and got into my car and couldn't remember where the garage door opener was. I looked around for the wall switch and still couldn't find anything, so I opted for a bike ride. The store wasn't that far away. I could make it. And away I went.

Tom's Bottle Shop was about a mile down the road and over and the ride there was a breeze. When I arrived, I locked my bike to a newspaper stand and went inside to peruse the libations. It was a fairly decent spirits shop with many aisles for culinary appetites as well. They had an excellent selection of single barrel bourbons and it seemed like a perfect choice at the time. The clerk was helping a couple decide on which beer they wanted to buy for a coming New Years Party. He was suggesting that they buy Heineken for $125.00 a keg and the fellow was saying he didn't want a German beer, he wanted something domestic, but the clerk wasn't listening too well, so I stepped into the conversation and offered the guy the option of getting Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. And then I turned to the clerk and said, "You do have that, don't you?" He dryly said, "Yea." The fellow asks how much and the clerk says $100.00, and then I say, "Well, its a much better beer. You will really enjoy it. Have a great New Years?" His partner smiled at me and said thanks and he too said thanks. He then asked if I knew so much about beer, maybe I could help he and his wife pick out some other spirits. He laughed and said something about me working there. The clerk was totally upset that I had ruined his big pitch for the sale, and that had never been my intent, I was only trying to help a situation that needed my expertise. I told them I would be happy to help them. I introduced myself and they in turn did the same. His name was Phil Green and she was Nancy. He told me they wanted one of everything people might drink and I suggested that instead of spending his life savings on one party, he should buy standard bar holdings. All white well, Vodka (Skyy),Gin ( Bombay or Tanqueray),Rum [Mt. Gay or Myers), Tequila (preferably Sauza or Hornitos),though I did mention that if he planned on serving margaritas, the tequila could be any swill. Why drown out good with mix. He agreed and said I was 'right on.' He asked what I was buying and I gave him a short study on single malt scotches and single barrel bourbons. Then he put some average Bourbon in the wagon and some scotch and a brandy. I told him to buy fresh lemon and limes, sugar cubes, bitters, seven up, tonic, soda water and a simple sweet-sour. They were so thoroughly pleased with everything I told them about bartending, that they invited me to their party for New Year's Eve. I told them I didn't want to be intruding and they encouraged me to come. I said OK and when they gave me their address, I was so totally flabbergasted. They lived right next door to me. They couldn't believe it either. It was fate. We exchanged numbers and I told them I had to be on my way. As I was leaving Nancy called after me and asked when it would be appropriate to come and see the place. I yelled back, later on.

Once outside I realized that I was on the bike and was glad that I hadn't purchased anything more, but the night had grown darker and I was feeling a bit tired. After unlocking my bike, I saddled it and started off at a steady pace until I rounded the corner and approached the beginning of the grade up. Just then a big blue 420 MBZ pulled around and almost hit me and then honked and before I could raise my finger, I heard Phils voice. He asked if I wanted a ride and ordinarily I might have said no...pride and all, but I was so damn tired, I accepted. He put my bike on his rack on the back of his car and held the back door open for me. When I got in, Nancy was leaning over the arm rest and saying in a coy voice, "So, we meet again, accidental stranger," and she smiled and bit her lower lip. In the dark I felt myself blush. I felt the heat rise up in my cheeks, grateful for the night to hide in. It took all of 4 minutes with Phil at the wheel. I thanked them and then asked them in for a drink. They accepted. Phil said Nancy should go along with me and after he put the booze away, he would be over. She followed me and we walked up the driveway and then into the garage. I apologized for the boxes and such and she said not o worry. She added that I had the rest of my life to organize. And I wondered then what her house looked like. We made small talk and she ooohed and ahhhed at the place. Saying she had only seen most of it while it was being built. She asked if I lived here alone and of course I hated saying yes. I told her I wanted to get changed, that she should look around and then I would give her the official tour. She said OK and headed for the bookcase. She said, "I just love books. Im an avid reader" I swallowed hard. First impressions..new neighborhood...o well better know now. I literally ran to the bedroom and changed into something nicer. My first guests after all. When I got back to the front room, she was seated near the hearth. I asked her if she was cold and she said a bit. I turned on the gas and immediately fire came to the surface. She remarked that it was beautiful. I thought I saw her blushing. "I wonder what's keeping Phil,,maybe I should go help him," I said and she said, "no, he is fine, let him be. This way you and I can get better acquainted" OK, so she was throwing me.

I thought for sure that she had seen the books and would have to have been brain dead not to get the connection. My coffee table book was The Blatant Lesbian Image. I was going to pick it up, had forgotten all about it. She saw me looking at it and said, "Don't worry. We are progressively minded adults. Phils brother is gay" and she smiled, and I knew it was genuine. How silly of me, this wasn't the Midwest after all. Phil came shortly after and I poured 3 short shots of whiskey into snifters and handed them to Nancy, then Phil. I raised my glass and said "A Votre Sante." Phil said, "Nosdrovia" and Nancy said, "Cheers" and then they shot the dark amber back into their throats. I only smelled mine and then wet my lips and tongue slowly with it, enjoying its aromatics, feeling the thickness of the syrup cover my lips, sensing that first deep heated touch upon my tongue, and then I swallowed. Both of them said "WOW," and then "Do that again." I smiled and asked them what. Nancy answered, her eyes piercingly black, staring into mine, "Show me how to drink this, the way you do," and again she bit her lower lip. It got to me again and then I held back, first remembering she was here with her husband and that remark before about she and Phil being progressive had me worrying whether or not they had something kinky in mind. Phil said, "Cary. I have never had really fine liquors, only because Im dumb where that is. I know a lot about stock options and investing and I like to drink beer. My buddies all have told me I have shit for taste, and excuse my language, but I drink what I like" "Phil, its just that. What you drink, if you like it who cares what others think. Its all about preference. I buy single barrel bourbons because I like to sip them like a cognac. They are superbly fine and aged well. I think though, if I were to do shooters of single barrel bourbons or scotches, I would be knocked on my ass nightly," and we all laughed. I told them "Look at the color of the liquor you are drinking. Examine it. Just like wines, brandies and liquors (all liquids),all have a viscous quality and like wines, certain liquors have 'legs'. So in taking the snifter and rolling it around, I am allowing some of the bouquet to waft near my nose, to smell the liquor Im drinking. Then I want to feel it on my lips, feel the heat of it on my tongue. Then I want to slowly taste it." "O. MY! You are too incredibly sensual. You should write," Nancy blurted out and then excused herself to the bathroom. I could feel my face fully flushed. That was the best compliment I had received in a long time. Phil too, said I had a great descriptive quality about me. I poured him another and he tried drinking it slow as I suggested but in the end, the bourbon went quicker into his throat than a man being shot out of a cannon. It took Nancy a while to come back. I said I would see if she was OK. I found her standing in the threshold of my bedroom, gazing up at the ceiling. "Oops, sorry, I didn't think you would mind. I was helping myself to a tour of your place" "No, I don't mind. I was just wondering what had happened to you", and she turned to face me and said, "You happened to me"

"Pardon me?" I asked and she repeated herself and then walked past me and down the stairs. I stood there for moments, trying to gauge the validity of that last scene. This womyn was blowing my mind. Until 3 minutes ago, Nancy was Phils wife. She stood about 5 ft 5," dark eyes, brown hair, small boobed, small hips, probably 110 lbs. And in 3 short minutes she became a temptress. Her brown hair was tussled curls about her head hanging down onto her shoulders. The shoulders I should have taken in my hands to draw her near...and ut oh. I had to stop. She was Phils wife. When I went down the stairs, they were standing with their arms wrapped around each other and I wondered again if I was blowing things out of proportion. "Hey Cary, was very nice of you to invite us here. We have to get going. Have a lot of things to do before Friday? Really hope to see you there," Phil said and handed me his hand. When I went to shake it, he pulled me close to him and gave me a hug. It was a great gesture, but as he hugged me I watched as Nancy's eyes moved about. Something silent inside of her was trying to get out. I extended my hand to shake hers and she shook it. I almost expected a hug from her too, wanted a hug from her, but it didn't happen. Talk about mixed messages. After they left, I went to my office and wrote poems until a quarter to three, drinking bourbon and eating brie. Cant hold the feeling...only love holds the feeling. My vacation was waning, soon it would be time to get back to work. The restaurant was in need of its chef de cuisine.

Next morning I arose in a cloudy haze of drunken metaphors. What had actually happened between Nancy and I last night? Did anything of significance happen. Was everything just my imagination blowing it all out of proportion. I reread the verse that I had written last night and was amazed at how much this meeting affected my very thought process. I decided that I would check out the cafe and see how desperate they were for my return. I still wanted a few more days off, wanting to attend Phil and Nancy's' party and not wanting to work with a hangover. Just as I was leaving my front door, I heard a door shut and witnessed Phil closing his trunk. In his arm was a garment bag and I yelled across to him to have a good day. he told me he had to go out of town on some last minute business gig, but that he would try to make it home in time to ring in the new year. I told him he had better and waved good-bye to him. His parting words to me were, "Take care of my girl while Im gone, eh?". Oh yea sure...Ha, I chuckled to myself at that and then wondered again why my mind kept racing to her statement last night in my room, that I had happened to her. I had found the garage door opener, it had been placed in my bathrooms' shower caddy...now I cant for the life of me remember placing it there, but there is where I found it when I showered in the morning. At least it was clean and still worked. Once in my car, I looked for my favorite CD, and cranked it up. I didn't see Nancy coming up behind the car because I was otherwise engaged in the usual car antics, looking in the mirror to make sure I was still beautiful and all...she startled me. "Good morning Cary! How are you?" "Uh hi...I didn't see you there, scared me," was what I said and then it sounded so lame, after all how could she ever scare anyone, not with that perfect mouth and those alluring eyes.

And then I found myself staring and I added, " Im just off down to the cafe to see how things are going. I saw Phil before he left just a few moments ago. What are you up to today?". "Yea, I heard the two of you talking. Too bad about his trip, maybe he will be back in time. As for today, I was thinking of getting into..some....I don't know,,maybe some trouble, what about you? want to get into some trouble?". She played those syllables out, each time she said trouble, I felt trouble brewing inside of me. Each time the last syllable happened, I felt myself spurt sweet wet. Again I was staring. "So? How about it Cary, you game?". I smiled and took in a deep breath and with a voice that was almost quivering, I asked, "What kind of trouble Nancy? What do you have in mind? I don't want to go to jail." Then I laughed and waited for an answer. "Wow, is it really that illegal?" "What are you talking about?" And I hoped that she was talking about what I was thinking about. "Well, I thought that you and I could go to my folks house, they are away in the Bahamas, and raid their wine cellar, since you know so much about wines," and Im watching her as she is talking and wondering wouldn't it be easier to just buy the wine of choice, but I go along with her, when she adds, "and I thought we could get a buzz and maybe smoke some of my brothers ganja, that is if you smoke?" I laughed at loud at that one. I hadn't heard the term Ganja since the late 70s' when a lot of Jamaican bud was coming into the states. "Is that laugh a yes or a no?" I laughed and smiled again and realized that at that moment I would clearly have done anything and gone anywhere with her just to be in her company. This was so weird. She was married..to a nice guy...I had rules, no married or partnered womyn..no affairs...that way no heart ache. So what was I thinking when I said, "Yea babe, lets do it, but first let me get my Pretenders CDs." "Way cool, I'll get my bathing suit and we can swim, hell, forget the suit, lets go. Your car or mine?" "We can take my car," I said. And she left to go to her house to get a few things and I raced inside and grabbed the tunes and locked the doors and went into the garage and brought the door up. There she was standing there looking as cute as could be and for a fleeting second I felt like the howling wolf of all time.

Her folks lived across town in a secluded very private gated section by the golf course. I asked her what they were into and she said Import/Exports, and I thought to myself, uh yea, quite lucrative. The home had a circular driveway. In the circle was a beautiful rose garden and gazebo. To the right of the garden was a wonderful old Victorian chair swing. Nancy jumped out of the car before I brought it to a final stop and told me to wait and then I could pull it into the garage. She disappeared behind the double doors in the entry and within 5 minutes, the doors to the multi garage opened. There was an open space next to a Jag and a Bentley. Also there were other stalls in the back where other cars were parked. I was in awe. They really had money. Once inside, I realized I was in the palace of greatness. Everywhere I looked I saw paintings of masters and works of art that made my place appear like a humble shack. The $295,000.00 I paid was a mere drop in the bucket for these high rollers. I followed Nancy into the kitchen and then down a flight of stairs that led to a fully extensive cellar. On one wall were French Bordeaux's and across from it, California's' own great Cabs, Zins and Pinot Noirs. On another wall, were row after row of white Bordeaux and California counterparts. It was very impressive. Nancy stood watching me. I was hoping that my tongue wasn't hanging out or that drool wasn't slipping from my lips.

"Cary, where did you learn so much about wine?", she asked me after we had drank our first little surprise...a 1986 Deaux Ami. The kind of wine that lingers on your palate long after the last drop has left. Its subtle jammy notes of cassis and pepper blending uniquely and somehow exploding exquisitely in ones mouth. I savored each and every drop and then turned to her and said, "It was my major in college. I thought I wanted to be an oenologist for a while and then cheffing became my mantra." "Teach me," she said as she moved a little closer to me on the couch. "Teach you what baby?", I asked in a half mocking tone. This playing with her was risky, but she had brought me here to be bad and bad was what I was being..in a good way. She stood up and quickly turned her back to me as she reached for another bottle and the pipe and she said, "Well, what can you teach me?", and then she turned back towards me smiling, biting her lip like she had done so many times before. So many times before that had driven me to the brink of sheer excitement. After we smoked some, I opened a bottle of Margaux 1955..the year of my birth. She had told me in the cellar to get the wine that would most make me happy and as I poured that first glass, I told her I was in heaven, and before I could say any more, she said, "Yea, so am I" and she leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I almost spilled that precious wet, but carefully set the bottle down on the floor away from us. The room suddenly became warm, I needed to be free of clothing. I tore my shirt from me as I returned the kiss. Feeling my lips on hers. How the pulse of me ran in staccato jerks, almost spasming. Her ardor was fevered, she grabbed at me pulling me towards her. Somewhere inside of me I thought this couldn't be her first time with a womyn, when she said to me, "Ive never been with anyone but Phil" I had to think, who was Phil? I was so caught up in what I was doing that I forgot that she was married to a guy I could be friends with. I started to pull away from her when she added, "Please don't stop Cary, Im sorry, what did I do wrong?

Please tell me" and she ran her fingers through my hair, jerking on it, letting her fingers work their way down my scalp, caressing my neck. I moved my head in a circular movement, just letting myself feel her. Smelling her scent. My pulse racing through me. I was breathing who she was and I knew in that instance that I wouldn't be able to stop and I didn't really want to stop. I stood up. She stood with me questioning me with her beautiful eyes, and I kissed her fully on her lips. My mouth moved over her face, kissing every part of her.Her nose, her cheeks, her ears, my tongue dipped inside of her ears. I heard her gasp and then a low moan escaped her. It filled me with a longing that took new volume. It roared inside of me. I picked her up in my arms and brought her to the chaise and laid her down. Her long hair fell down over her shoulders. She smiled as she caught her breath and then started to say something when I knelt down beside the chair and started to pull her shirt from her with my teeth. The fabric was elastic and only stretched as I pulled it taut. She laughed and said she would help. I protested and continued working it, pulling it down over her heaving breasts. her breathing became labored when at last my efforts paid off and she was exposed to me and my desire. I licked the space between her breasts and then rounded each with the tip of my tongue. Again she moaned and in between gasps asked me to take my slacks off. She didn't need to ask further, with one hand I undid the buttons and pushed them down over my hips. Using the chair to help me maneuver them down all the way. I was so glad that I had not put undies on this day. Not that I was anticipating any action...but sometimes I just liked the feel of the wind on my pubes. It was instant heat that bled through me.

Liquid like lava that ran down my legs when I saw that she had pulled her panties from her, fully exposing herself to me. She was this gift that somehow had found its way into my life. An offering from heaven. "Cary, take me please. Show me. Anything...anything you want from me...Im all yours..please" she pleaded. I took hold of her in my arms and gently kissed her mouth, letting our lips soften with each breath. I saw that she closed her eyes when I kissed her and I wondered what she was thinking at that moment. She tilted her head back slightly and gave me access to her long slender neck. I kissed her and ran circles with my tongue along her throat and then went deeper down into the hollow of her collarbone, sucking in the flesh as I wandered near the gates of lust. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her boobs. I loved the scent of her, the slight perspiration that was building under each breast. I licked each one and then sucked each nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue loll over each one until they came up taut in my mouth. I felt as her hands massaged my own nipples rather harshly and I pulled from her and moaned a no and then she softened her touch, this time tenderly kneading them until they too came up hard and eager for her mouth. I raised myself up for her to taste me, and she sucked my swollen nips into her precious mouth. It rained inside of me. I pulled from her and knelt down again and let my tongue wander the path of her sex, stopping to such in flesh every now and then creating a small hickey that disappeared with each ensuing kiss. I rubbed my face in her fur, her mons meeting my tongue with each new breath, Sound poems emanated from her and a few times she screamed my name so loudly I thought she would wake the dead. My fingers played with her ass cheeks, silently dipping into her hidden path and then returning to massage her ass.

She couldn't contain herself and started to writhe about on the chaise, obscuring her sex from me. I used my knee to hold her down and she started to protest when I quickly darted my tongue inside of her. She gasped for air and then I softly went to her sex and mounted it fully with my lips. I filled my mouth with air and let the wide flat of my tongue stroke up and down on her clit until I felt it dancing in my mouth. O yea, she was screaming my name over and over. Her own fingers were grabbing for me but not really connecting, I was so intuned with what I was doing, I wasn't allowing myself to be too available for her. this was to be my gift to her. And when I thought she was going to jerk off the settee, I pushed my tongue up deep inside of her. She cried as I pushed a finger into her, returning my tongue to her clit. She opened her legs, spreading herself for me. I laid down atop her body, turning around so that my cunt faced her. At first I wasn't sure what she would do, but then I felt as her tongue toyed with my own sex. I pushed another finger into her and then opened and closed them inside of her, twisting and pumping them. I felt bubbles all around me exploding inside of her. I heard her gasp again as it rained harder this time, unable to control my ownself. I heard her yell, "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMCCCUUUUUUMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGG." That scream seemed to last an eternity as she poured into my mouth. It literally shot up into my mouth. She tried to get me to stop, but then I wanted just one more scream from her. Call me selfish, but..uh...and I pushed my fingers in as deep as they would go and pumped her until she rocked up into me and cried louder my name over and over, and when that last sudden jerk came, I wrapped myself around her and held her. She was whimpering and I wondered if I had hurt her. I rolled off her and again knelt beside her and started to kiss away the tears that streamed down her face. "Baby, Im sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Nancy?" "OH Gawd. Oh Gawd...O. Cary....WOW....you didn't hurt me baby just...I just...wow....never have felt..like that oh my, never before....O You are too much, come here let me hold you...please" I was smiling inside big time. I too had orgasmed in a big way, but the most joy was in bringing her full tilt. "How about some wine now,," I asked her and she said, "well, I guess so...but the wine I just had was the best ever" and she bit her lower lip and fell into my arms. I kissed her softly. She tasted like me. I asked her, "Now what did you want me to teach you?" We drank a few bottles and then went upstairs and slept away part of the day wrapped in each others arms. A few times when we awakened, we made more sweet love and then fell back asleep again.

When we awakened, it was dark and we took a shower and then got dressed and left and drove home. That night I made a light dinner for us and we stayed at my place talking and making love. She called her answering machine and jotted down some messages and when she was through she said that Phil had called several times and was worried that he didn't know where she was...and once again, reality hit me in the face...Yea, she was married and I slept with her. I wasn't sure how that made me feel. It wasn't clear. She asked if she could use my phone to call him and then before I could answer she said, "O wait, bad idea, I will just call him from home. I'll be back," and she kissed me and slipped out the back door and through the adjoining fence to our properties. I was feeling a bit awkward, and decided when she came back that we would have to talk about it. I was then acting level headed and mature and was hoping when I saw her I would still be in that same frame. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down and waited for her to return. But she didn't. Not that night and not any night since then. What I did find out, was that my house and the house next door had been robbed. All my jewelry and personal bank cards were all gone. The neighbors that I thought were so nice, Phil and Nancy didn't exist. The house next door belonged to a couple in their 70s who were vacationing in the Bahamas. The mansion where she and I made such exquisite love belonged to the president of a local bank, who also happened to be out of town. The neighbors remembered seeing a late model BMW there on the day of the supposed robbery. Someone had actually seen my plates and had reported them. The police filled me in with the rest.

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The Bus Ride

It's three o'clock on a hot summer afternoon, and I'm waiting in the smelly bus station for my bus to leave. Linda, my best friend, and now my girlfriend, has invited me to come visit her family's summer camp. I've got a six hour bus ride to look forward to and things are not going well. The bus has been delayed and I'm hot. I can feel sweat trickling down my back and under my arms as I drag my backpack around the station, trying to find someone who can tell me where my bus is.

Some old geezer tells my bus is about to leave so I better hustle over to platform 11. I don't know how I missed the announcement, but sure enough the driver is about to shut the door. I fly up the steps, hand the driver my ticket, and then look around for a seat. Nothing. The bus is jammed, I move slowly to the back and see a seat in the last row.

Just as I drop my ass into the seat, the bus lurches and we're on our way. It's then that I realize I left my bag of food back in the terminal. Must have put it down when I was looking for the bus and forgot about it. Damn! I've got a six hour ride and no food.

I'm in such a black mood that I don't notice the woman sitting next to me. Don't notice her for the next 20 minutes as I slowly calm down and realize I'll be alright. But as I jostle my backpack and bump her leg, we finally exchange glances when I apologize for my clumsiness. She's a young woman -- older than me of course -- wearing a blouse and skirt and has shiny blonde hair. A cross dangles around her neck.

I know I must look atrocious to her in my grunge pants, T shirt and no bra, but we pass a few words about how cramped the bus is and then she opens up a bit. Apparently, she's a young mother, but her baby's been sick and in hospital. I tell her that must be awful, but she says the baby's only been gone for a few days and is doing much better.

She's one of those Christian woman, speaking with a lot of "thank the lords" and "God blesses" thrown in here and there when she speaks. I tell her where I'm from and where I'm going. We talk some more and she tells me how having a baby has changed her life, even her figure. "I used to be so small figured," she says, "but now my bust is enormous." She giggles when she says that. And I notice that she does have large boobs.

At some point, I fall asleep and when I awake, it's dark outside and the bus is quiet. I look down the aisle and notice the bus is nearly empty. A few passenger remain up front. Otherwise, it's empty expect for us. The mother says that most of the passengers got off at the last stop. She seems to be happy I'm awake because she immediately starts talking. She complains about the heat. I agree. The air conditioning doesn't seem to be working well.

A moment later, she tells that she feels like she's going to bust. I ask her what she means, and she explains how her breasts have been filling with milk during the ride. "My baby usually feeds three times a day. I expressed my milk this morning, but already I'm filling up again." Worse, all her maternity bras are dirty, so she's wearing one that's too tight.

Blushing, she asks me if I mind her unbuttoning a few buttons to let off the pressure. I tell her it's no problem. I can see she's got one of those lacy bras on. Her boobs look pretty big and I notice her blouse is stretched tight over them.

I figure she's a little embarrassed, so I try not to look too much. I look down at my own boobs. They are the one part of my figure I'm half-way proud of. They're not small like Linda's, but full and round without being too big. For the next 45 minutes, we don't say much. I try not to think about my hunger which is gnawing at me. I hope the ride will end soon. But then the woman starts squirming again.

"Between the heat and the milk, this is getting to be too much," she almost cries out. I see sweat on her forehead and she's grimacing.

"I don't think I can stand this much longer," she continues. "I don't know what to do!"

I feel sorry for her and so I stammer, "is there anything I can do?"

She looks at me with these almost pleading eyes. "I'm so embarrassed to ask, but do you think you could...? It really hurts right now"

I move the bags on the floor over to my seat and kneel in front of her, while the woman unbuttons her blouse and frees one of her large breasts from the bra. The nipple is enormous and brown. I've never seen anything like it. Already there is a drop or two of milk on the tip. My stomach quietly growls as I clasp my mouth to the warm teat and begin sucking.

A surge of milk fills my mouth and I begin swallowing greedily. The milk is warm and slightly sweet. Some of the milk drips out of the side of my mouth, so I put my arm around her waist and hold her closer so as not to lose a drop. At first, I'm sucking fast, but after I get over my initial frenzy of hunger, I slow down and begin to nurse more like a baby, with regular gulps.

I notice that woman has parted her legs slightly to let me in closer to her, so she doesn't have to lean over so much. After several minutes she suddenly stops me and whispers that it's time to switch. She brings forth the other large, swollen breast and I begin drinking again. This time, she clasps her arms around me and holds me tightly to her warm bosom. At the same time, she opens her legs still wider. I realize that her skirt has ridden up (or did she pull it up?) and that my stomach is pressed up against her panties.

She holds me tightly to her breast and I reciprocate, keeping my arms wrapped around her waist. My boobs are pressed snugly against her waist. Then I notice that the mother is breathing more heavily, sighing every once in a while. She's also beginning to rub the crotch of her panties against my stomach. I continue drinking, I'm so hungry. And then, I feel her body shudder, a little spasmodic convulsion of her hips. She lets out a little cry and buries her face in my shoulder and grunts several times. As the flow of milk begins to slow, I feel a growing wet sensation on my T-shirt where the woman's crotch was pressed up against me. For a moment, we remain tightly embraced, her tit still in my mouth.

Almost simultaneously, we both realize the bus is slowing down and turning into a bus terminal. The woman exclaims "oh my lord" and quickly puts her bra back on and buttons up her blouse. "There's my husband," she cries out, grabbing her bag. The mother has a look of contentment and happiness on her face as she gets up. Then, she turns to me and gushes, "thank you, thank you so much!"

I nod and smile, then gather up my belongings. It's my stop too. As I get off, I see the woman leap into her husband's arms. I don't even notice Linda come up and greet me. She squeezes my hand and, when no one is looking, gives me a kiss. After we exchange hellos, she asks me if I'm hungry."

"No," I reply. "I ate on the bus."

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Meeting at the Mall

I'll never forget that day, two long years ago. The day I first made love to a woman........

I had just finished the Research Project I had been working on for two whole weeks. I was drained. Who would have figured that a Health Science Course would be this hard? I knew exactly what I needed to calm my nerves: I needed to go shopping.

After making a few quick stops, I parked my Silver 1999 Mitsubishi Galant at North Lake Mall. My friends could not understand why I liked to go to the mall alone, but I actually enjoyed it. It gave me a chance to unwind, and clear my head, and meet new people.

I grew excited when I remembered the big sale that was going on at Limited. I started off straight towards the store, and suddenly I stopped short when I realized that I was starving. I had not eaten all day! So I turned around and made my way to Chic Fil A. My heart started to beat a little faster when I saw the two fine guys standing nearby. I was so nervous that I walked straight into this woman. I was so embarassed! I told her that I was sorry, and she reassured me that it was o.k. Now I was too embarassed to even look at the guys I had noticed before. As I started to walk away, the woman I had bumped into stopped me.

"Excuse me," she said, "would you mind telling me who did your hair?"

I smiled and told her that I had did it myself. People always complimented me on my hair styles. That day I wore it down, past my shoulders and flipped.

She looked amazed. She was almost gonna make me blush. I noticed that her hair looked really good too. I said, "Your hair is pretty. Who did yours?" She smiled. She had a beautiful smile. She was really attractive. Deep inside I felt a knot of jealousy form in my stomach. I knew I was attractive, but I was not that unmistakenly attractive. One person could think I was gorgeous and the next person could find me ugly. But with her, there could be no debate about it. She had a creamy caramel complexion, with big brown eyes. They almost looked green. Her hair was a shade of brown that looked perfect with her skin color.

"What's your name?" she asked.

I wondered why she was dragging this out and I started to feel uncomfortable. "Sharon," I replied, "what's yours?"

"Tina," she answered, "are you here alone?"

"Yeah," I replied wondering where she was going with this.

"Well, I'm here alone too. Maybe we can just stick together today so we won't be so lonely."

I guess she saw the expression of doubt cloud my eyes because she quickly added, "Please, I really need someone to talk to right now. I'm from out of town. I just left my fiance cause I found out he was cheating on me."

She looked like she could really use some support.

"Sure, sounds like fun!" I said, mustering all the enthusiasm I could. "I was just about to go get a bite to eat from Chic Fil A."

"Oh, me too!" she said. And we walked, together to go get some food.

I finally ordered my food, and Tina and I both seated ourselves at a table.

"I really appreciate this," she said. "I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the week. I've been through so much shit."

"I know how that can be. I just got out of a bad relationship myself about two months ago. His name was Jimmy. He had the nerve to lay his hands on me."

"Oh no girl!" She shouted and laughed. I looked at her, I didn't know what to make of her. Was she trying to rip me off or something?

We finished eating and went into Lerner's to try on some clothes. Tina asked me for my opinion of how she looked in a mesh, body gown. She looked wonderful. I started to feel jealous again. Not only was she pretty, but she had the perfect body. Nice size breasts, about a 38 C, and a perfect butt! And she was not too skinny, or too fat. Just the right size. Not that I looked at girls in that way, but there was nothing wrong with comparing, was there?

I all of a sudden did not feel like trying anything on. But Tina literally forced me to try on two dresses. She told me I looked spectacular, I thought, yeah right. Tina took her dresses to the check out counter, and asked me if I was buying the dress. I said no, I couldn't afford it (I lied). She said, "I got you. Come on." Had I just heard her say she was going to pay for the dress? This woman had to be crazy.

She must have noticed my expression. She smiled and said, "Seriously. You don't have to worry about paying me back. It's my treat to you for giving me company today."

I was not going to go along with it, but in the end she persuaded me to let her buy that dress, along with three others from another store.

"What are you doing tonight?" Tina asked as we wrapped up our shopping, or should I say her shopping spree.

"I don't know," I said, "what are you doing?" I don't know but for some reason I was feeling extremely close to Tina. It was as if I had known her for years.

"You know I have nothing planned....... Why don't you come to my hotel room." There was a look in her eyes that I could not remember seeing in another woman's eyes before, not directed towards me anyway. Was it lust? No. I did not want to get my hopes up. I had secretly been wanting to have a sexual encounter with a female, but never thought it would happen. And I damn sure would not initiate it.

"Sure, I can come over."

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Tina had rented a room at the Super 8 Motel. As I walked up to her room on the second floor, I couldn't help but wonder just what would go down in her motel room. What if we did not have anything to talk about? What if she did want me in a sexual way? Would I be up for the challenge?

Once in her room, we chatted about simple things, and watched a little tv. After a couple of hours, I realized with some disappointment that Tina had not had any ulterior motives when inviting me to her room.

I was deep in thought when I heard something. Tina was asking me a question. "Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said have you ever made love to a woman before?"

"Uh, no. Have you?"

"Yes.... I was hoping I could make love to you."

I could not believe what I was hearing.

"SHhhhhh," she said and placed her finger over my mouth, "don't say a word."

She got up from the bed and started to remove her clothing. First she took off her shirt. Then she slowly removed her pants. Underneath, she was wearing a matching black lace panty and bra set. Her breasts were a lot bigger that I had thought. I was speechless, and my heart was beating almost a mile a minute. My pussy began to feel warm as I envisioned what was hiding behind the bra and panties.

She then walked over to her portable radio and put in a CD. Seconds later, Luke's Sexually Explicit lyrics filled the room. Tina started bouncing, I could not believe what I was seeing. She bounced really slow at first, and then she started shake dancing. I was getting extremely wet watching her. She started shaking really hard. She pulled down the straps of her bra slowly, until her full breasts were exposed. They looked so juicy and succulent. I wanted to suck them. They looked big, and soft. She moved closer towards me, still dancing. She got so close that her breasts were brushing my face. She placed a breast on my lips, and I opened my mouth and kissed her nipple. I felt so horny doing that. She came closer, still dancing to the music. This time I licked her nipple, and finally started to suck on it. She put the other one in my mouth and I did the same. She pulled my shirt off from over my head, and undid my bra which was clasped at the front. I took my bra completely off and she grabbed my hand to make me stand up and dance with her. I got up and started dancing, and she threw me back on the bed and laughed. She continued dancing, and now she turned her back towards me so I could see her booty. She had a nice ass, I got so turned on looking at her shake it. She was shaking it really hard, and it was jiggling. She started pulling down her panties, and pulling them back up. Teasing me. She finally pulled them all the way down and threw them at me. She was now completely naked. She was so beautiful. I thought to myself that I would not mind eating her pussy. In fact, I wanted to very badly. She moved closer to me and continued to dance. She grabbed my hands again, and pulled me up.

She kissed me on the lips. I was horny as hell. But I was kind of nervous about kissing a woman for the first time. She held me gently and kissed me again, this time placing her tongue in my mouth. "Relax," she said, "I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

She stopped dancing, went over to the radio and turned it off. She came back to me. "Sharon, lay down on the bed." I followed her instructions.

She came and lay down right beside me.

"You're beautiful," she said. "You're so beautiful." She started to trace her finger up and down my body.

At that moment I felt so special, and I really did feel beautiful and free. "I think you're pretty too," I said. At a loss for words.

She then started to unzip my pants, and pulled them down. (My panties and bra were not a matching set by the way). She pulled off my panties. I was now completely naked. Two naked women laying down beside each other. She wrapped her arms around me, and her lips found their way back to mine. We kissed passionately for about five minutes. I wanted her so bad. Our tongues were moving in and out of each other's mouths, and she was holding me ever so gently....

Tina pulled away slowly, and started to kiss my neck all over. She moved down to my breasts and started to suck on them. She put her breasts back in my mouth and I started to suck on them really hard. She pulled her breast away, and started to make her way downtown. She gently trailed down my stomach with light kisses. When she finally made it to my pussy, I gasped. She placed her hands on my inner thights, and gently opened my legs wide. She started to lick my pussy and I felt like I was in heaven. Her tongue was so soft and wet. She just kept licking and licking and licking and sucking and kissing.... It felt so good I started to hold her head down in my pussy.

I came so hard I thought my uterus would burst open or something. I was so satisfied, all I wanted to do was go to sleep in her arms. But I knew that Tina probably needed some satisfaction too.

Tina removed her face from between my legs. She rolled over and lay on her back.

"My turn," she said with a wicked smile on her face.

I didn't know if I could go through with this.

Maybe I should just go now, I thought. As usual, Tina seemed to be reading my mind.

"Don't be scared of me. I know its your first time. I'll coach you through it. And it tastes real good.." she smiled.

She held my hand and pulled me closer. "You can start out by licking my tities, and just work your way down."

So I did. I started to copy what she had did to me. I licked and sucked her breasts, and kissed her all the way down to her belly button.

Now I was scared.

"Open my legs," she said. I slowly pried her legs open as wide as possible. I was now looking directly at her wet pussy. I could not go through with this, I thought.

Just as I thought that, I felt Tina's hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. "Eat me......" she said in a sexy whisper.

I couldn't let her down. Might as well try it, I thought. After all, she ate me.

I stuck my tongue out to get a quick taste. Tina pushed my head down again. I thought to myself, here goes nothing. And I just started to lick and lick and lick. Tina started moaning and rolling her hips back and forth. Pushing her pussy up to meet my tongue. It felt good knowing I was making Tina feel so good. I started trying to do everything I could to make her feel good. I licked her clitoris hard and stuck my tongue in and out of her vagina. Tina was going crazy, and she was pushing my head down as far as possible into her pussy. She started moving really fast, and I thought she was about to come, should I stop now, I wondered. Tina pulled my head up and I figured she was done. But she layed me down on my back. She was gonna eat me again! I thought with excitement. But Tina had other plans as she lowered her pussy onto my face. She sat down on my face, with her face facing the bedboard. She grabbed onto the bedboard and started riding my face. I stuck my tongue in and out of her vagina as she moved her pussy back and forth. She started moving fast and breathing hard. Then she slowed down and started dragging her pussy back and forth. She was moving in a circular motion. She stopped suddenly, got up, and got back on, this time with her face facing my pussy. I figured we were going to do a 69. She leaned forward and kissed my pussy, and started riding harder than ever. She was now moaning so loud I was sure there were gonna be complaints. But I kept licking, and licking, tongue fucking her pussy, until at last she finally came. She got off and let out a long breath.

Within ten minutes we were both sleeping.

The next morning, Tina and I took a shower together. She ate my pussy in the shower, and I ate hers. We parted, but we never exchanged addresses or phone numbers. I don't even know her last name. I don't even know where her home town was. Tina, if you see this story, you know who you are. I've never forgotten our experience together. It will always be special to me and I would like to be with you again.

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Monica and The Sales Lady

"Her name is Allison, and she has the longest legs! And not only that but she crosses them just like you taught me to cross mine, and once while she was talking to me she laid her hand on my thigh, really high up and squeezed it real sexy like, and it was all I could do to keep from falling in her arms, cause she had these big..." "Monica!! Whoa!! Slow down! I want to hear all about it, but you're talking so fast I can't get it all!" "I'm sorry, I guess I'm still excited....but if you had been here you would understand...Oh, I can't wait for you to get home!!" "What time did you tell her to come?" "I told her you'd probably get home around 6:00 and I asked her to come for supper around 7:00. You didn't mind my inviting her to come back did you?" I smiled warmly at the enthusiasm and excitement that I heard in Monica's voice. The Allison she was so excited about was a lady who had come to the door selling life insurance.

Monica's training allowed her to let lady salesperson's in the house as long as they were attractive and not accompanied by a male. It also encouraged her to determine if possible whether or not the sales lady might have any interest in the things we were interested in, and if so to try to set up a meeting with me if possible. Thats exactly what she had done, and it pleased me to see her so excited about it. "No dear, thats exactly what you were trained to do. You did well. Now tell me once more what this Allison looked like." "Well, she is really tall...she must be around 5'10" or maybe even a bit taller...she had on high heels so I may be over-estimating her height just a little. She has light brown hair, not too long, and green eyes.

She was dressed conservatively, very business-like in a skirt and blouse. But I could tell she didn't have on a bra under her blouse by the way her nipples pressed the front of the soft material out. When she sat on the couch she crossed her legs and then tucked the ankle of her right leg back under the ankle of her left leg...just like you showed me...and slid her supporting foot back at that angle that makes legs look so pretty...you know what I mean." "Was she wearing stokings?..or could you tell?", I asked. "I really tried to tell, but it was difficult. She had on either stockings or pantyhose one, but I'm not sure which." I heard a small laugh come across the phone lines. "Maybe she'll wear the same skirt and blouse tonight and you can find out for yourself." Chuckling, I replied, "Yes, or perhaps I'll make you find out for me." "Yesssss, MASTER!, whatever you say!", she giggled into the phone.

"Did she say anything to make you think she might be bi?" "Well, it wasn't so much what she said as it was the flirty way she said everything she had to say. She did say that I was very attractive and that she loved petite women. Then when she rose to leave she put her hand on my thigh, very near to my crotch and squeezed it quite hard. I didn't want her to move it, but I wasn't sure whether to say anything or not." "I think you did everything exactly right, precious little slave- slut! I can't wait to get home...in fact I may come home just a bit early to help you get ready. This could be a fun filled night." After we hung up I made a call to the Chamber of Commerce to check on the insurance company that this lady supposedly worked for. It was a well known company and she was listed as their sales representative for our area. She worked out of Chatanooga, Tenn. and came through our area once every three months they said. Finally around 5:00 I got caught up enough that I could leave work. When I got home I heard the shower running and slipped into the bathroom quietly to find Monica laying back in the tub with her eyes closed.

She had the Shower Massage showerhead in her hand and was letting the warm water pulse against her spread open cunt. It had almost gotten to the place that there wasn't anything that Monica did anymore that she didn't do in some kind of sexually fulfilling way. I loved it. I slipped back out just as quietly as I had entered and slipped out of my clothes and into the nice navy smoking jacket that Monica had given me for Christmas the year before. I took the white silk wrap-around gown that I had given her out of the closet and laid it on the bed. It was a very pretty gown, quite short, but still very attractive on Monica. I found the white slippers with the very high heels and laid them beside the gown. I was in the kitchen fixing a screwdriver for her when I heard the water finally stop. I made the drink stronger than necessary, but then she expected the drinks I fixed for her to be that way. I held the drink out to her as she came through the bathroom door rubbing her still hard nipples with both hands. "Oh!!, you scared me, you silly! When did you get home?" I smiled at her and kissed her gently on the mouth. "I've been here for a while. I saw you were, ahem, "busy" in the bathroom and decided to give you some privacy." With an embarrased giggle she sipped the strong drink and replied, "Yes, I was sort of "busy", wasn't I?

I'm afraid I stayed in there too long, I've not even started supper yet." "I called for some supper to be delivered when I saw that you hadn't started anything yet. It should be here shortly. In fact, I think I hear a car in the driveway now. Here...slip a towel around you and go open the door for the delivery boy." She gave me that "You're something, aren't you?" look, but obediently wrapped the small towel around her and opened the door for the teen-age delivery boy. I didn't have to watch to know what effect she would have on him. She told him to please put it on the dining room table for her since she couldn't let go of the towel, and turned her back giving him a good view of her cheeks as she came back in to get the money to pay him. "Is it the kid with the big one?", I teased. "Yes, you devil, and its even bigger than usual now...must be the towel." "Well, too bad we've other plans, he could stay awhile...maybe another night." Grinning a big sexy grin she took the money from me and paid the boy off. I heard him whistle an appreciative whistle as he walked away from the door toward his car.

"I think he heard us talking", she said with a smile, "his face was a beet red when I walked back in and gave him the money." Together we set the table in the dining room and no sooner had we finished than the door-bell rang once more. This time I did the honors. "Hello...you must be Allison, the insurance lady that Monica was telling me about. Please, come in." "And you must be Mr. Wade. Monica was so kind to invite me for supper, I really didn't expect that...she's a delightful woman." "Yes, she is delightful in many, many ways!" I said as I ushered Allison into the dining room. Monica was certainly right about Allison looking like something we'd be interested in. She wasn't the kind of woman who struck you right away as being beautiful, but she had an air about her which told you there was alot there both to look at and to learn about. She was quite attractive. "I hope you'll forgive the casual way we're dressed. We enjoy the privacy of our own home and usually wear something comfortable when we are here." "Oh, no...thats just fine. I dont' blame you, I don't wear much at home either, frankly." "Well, we certainly want you to make yourself at home while you're with us", I said with a mischievous grin as I pulled out the chair for her. Dinner was fine under the circumstances. I knew that Monica and I were anxious for it to be over with, and I got the impression that Allison felt the same way. Finally we were all through and we retired to the living room. Monica and I exchanged smiles as Allison seated herself in the same manner she had earlier in the day. This time I seated myself on the couch next to her and Monica sat in the straight chair opposite us.

I gave Monica the code to open her legs and smiled to myself as she sat open legged in the short gown. Her pussy was plainly obvious, but the look on her face gave not the slightest hint that she was aware of it. Allison obviously had on the same outfit which Monica had described. I could see her nipples plainly through the material of her blouse, but it was very difficult to detect any garters through the tight skirt. She began her presentation as if there was nothing at all else on her mind, although I caught her glancing up often and looking between Monica's legs. Each time she did I could detect a nervous twitch of her eyes and watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again. Several times she laid forms in her lap and on two or three such occasions I reached to her lap and took them to look at for myself. In doing so I was soon able to brush my hand against her thigh enough to tell that she did in fact have on a garter belt under her skirt. Her nipples grew harder and harder behind the blouse until they were literally poking out through the silky fabric. "This is an unusual question, I'm sure, Allison", I said, "but I've always wondered what the answer is. Is there a clause in insurance policies which gives the company an out in the event that the insured dies while engaged in an unusual sexual activity?" Allison brightened and smiled warmly.

"I guess that depends on what you mean by unusual...just what do you mean by that?" "Well, you see Monica is a rather unusual woman. By that I mean that she has needs which are somewhat more....well, I mean she often has to be....I guess what I'm trying to say is that..." "Pleassse, please, Mr. Wade...feel free to say exactly what you mean to me, I'm a big girl, and I've seen it all, I assure you!" "Well, ok then...Monica is a slave-slut, Allison. Its not unusual at all for Monica to be involved in group sex situations with both men and women, and believe me, sometimes they can be very physically draining. I've just often wondered what would happen as far as insurance is concerned if she had a heart attack or something under such circumstances." Recrossing her legs and sliding her skirt higher on her full thighs, Allison rubbed her hand along her calf sexily as she answered my question.

"Well, thats really a very good question, and its the kind of question that more people should ask. Luckily for you, I know the answer", she smiled broadly. "For insurance purposes a heart attack is a heart attack unless it can be proven that the insured suffered a self-induced heart attack as a way of committing suicide. There is no case where an insurance company ever tried to prove someone attempted suicide by fucking themselves to death." While she had been giving her explanation to me, I had given Monica the hand signal which indicated that she was to rub her legs. I had displayed the signal long enough that the signal had additionally informed her that she was to also touch her pussy. Allison saw her hand moving on her legs out of the corner of her eye as she spoke and when she had completed her answer focused her eyes directly on Monica and watched calmly as her hand moved to her pussy. Monica had now laid her head back and closed her eyes and without any further instruction from me was now also rubbing her breast with her left hand inside the gown. "Would you like something to drink, Allison?", I asked with a smile. Without taking her eyes off of the busy little slut who was performing for her, Allison replied breathlessly, "Yes, that would be nice...a good cold strong drink would be very nice." I took my time in the kitchen fixing the drink. I knew that Monica would not stop playing with herself now unless I told her to. I also knew that Allison would not stop watching her. What I saw when I came back into the living room proved me right on both counts. Monica's robe was now completely open, revealing her small sexy body. Her left hand was pinching and pulling at the nipple on her left breast while her right hand was busy pumping two fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. She had slid down on the chair now until her pussy was right at the edge of the seat, and her head was still laid back and her eyes closed tightly. Allison had pulled her dress up to her waist and was slumped down on the couch. Her eyes were fixed on Monica and both hands were playing in her shaved and naked fuck hole.

She didn't even look at me as I entered the room. Sitting beside her, I lifted the glass to her lips and watched as she sipped from it thirstily. She still made no sign whatsoever that she was aware of my presence. Moving her drink to my right hand, I began to unbutton her blouse with my left hand, not stopping until I had it completely unbuttoned and had pulled it back to the sides to reveal her hard nipples and full breasts. Having done that I began to play with her nipples with the fingers of my left hand, pinching and pulling at them, twisting and turning them like radio knobs. She had two fingers from each hand inside her cunt now and was fucking herself with the same gusto that Monica displayed across the room. I began to talk to her in a soft sexy voice. "You love watching her, don't you, Allison?....You love watching the hot little bi-slut fingering her dripping wet fuck hole, dont' you?....Look at her nipples, Allison, don't you wish you were sucking on them now?....think how good her juices must taste...think how good her mouth would feel sucking on your naked fuck hole....do you want to eat her Allison?...do you?....crawl to her, you dirty little cunt sucking tramp, crawl to her and suck her juice into your mouth...do it now!!!" She fell forward immediately to her knees, crawled across the carpeted floor, and pressed her mouth tightly against Monica's wet cunt. She slid her arms under Monica's trim thighs and pulled her pussy into her face with her hands.

Meanwhile I moved behind her and slid her tight skirt up over her ass. Slipping off my robe, I stroked my cock once or twice and then knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my thick fuck meat in her sloppy wet slit and then began fucking her as her mouth worked noisily on the slut cunt in front of her. Monica grabbed her head in her hands and pressed her mouth even more tightly against her trembling pussy. I began pumping my cock in and out of Allison's hot cunt, grabbing her by the hips as I stroked my meat into her. When I had established a nice comfortable rythym, I moved one hand to her ass and began pressing a finger against her asshole. Realizing that I needed lubrication, I slid my hand up Allison's back and past her head to Monica's cunt and slid my finger in between Allison's bi-slut mouth and and the juicy dirty tramp fuck hole on which it sucked. Coating it quickly with the juice that Allison so obviously hungered for, I moved it back to her ass and slid it quickly into her tight little shit-hole. Her hips really began moving now as she fucked herself back and forth on my thick cock and on my finger that was moving in and out of her chute.

Monica began to moan softly, and her breathing began to come in gasps. I knew her orgasm was beginning and wanted Allison to come with her. I picked up the pace of my assault on her holes and was rewarded by a continually more frenzied movement of her hips. When Monica's ass began to lift from the chair and thrust itself into Allison's face, I felt Allison's cunt and asshole both clench noticibly. The small of her back started dipping and rising in time to the fucking of my cock in and out of her hole and I heard a deep scream begin in her throat, muffled only by the jry strong crotch and moved through the juice and cunt to her own lips and escaped strongly now. Her whore hips bucked high and strong as my cock began spewing hot wet fuck into her. She jerked from the waist back and thrusted outward from the waist up, both ends fucking, one end taking, the other end giving. Suddenly her whole body locked up, tight as a drum, and then just as suddenly she went limp, falling on the floor. My now soft cock slid out of her hole and Monica was forced to release her head from her grasp. Rolling Allison over on her back I checked her breathing to make sure she was alright. I'd seen a similar response to orgasm before with Donna, so I knew she had just momentarily passed out. She stayed out longer than Donna had, however, and it was nearly five minutes before she came to. By that time Monica had knelt beside her also, partly out of concern for her safety, and partly out of gratitude for the orgasm she had just helped her achieve. When she did come to we all smiled at each other and hugged warmly. It had been a very pleasant and exciting introduction for us. Monica had been right about Allison, and I was proud of her for being able to tell. How right she had been we wouldn't know until later on. But we all knew then that there would be more times for us in the future, and we were glad. Boy, were we glad.

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Mall Encounter

My workout at the club was wonderful this morning. But more importantly was my session with the new masseuse. As the young woman rubbed me down, nearing my pussy, I became highly excited. I knew I'd have a vibrator moment when I got home. Strange, I've never been turned on by a woman before.

On the drive home, I remembered that my daughter wanted me to stop at a shop in the mall and pick up a gift for a friend's birthday party. People were crowded very thickly at my entrance awaiting some sort of demonstration. As I couldn't move very far, I settled in to wait it out.

Standing directly in front of me was a young woman about my height. Her jet black hair was cut short and becomingly in back. I tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss. Do you know what the demonstration is about?"

"They're advertising jewelry. There will be a free drawing when it ends," she said excitedly.

I was suddenly enthralled by the beautiful ruby-red lips speaking to me. Her bangs moved slightly as she breathed, breasts heaving. "I've never been to one of these things. There are so many people here," I said.

"I know and I love it. My kids are with their grandmother and I have a free day at the mall. I'm taking advantage of everything. By the way, I'm Brianna."

"Nice to meet you, Brianna. I'm Taylor. How old are your children? And how old are you? You look so young to have two children."
"Thank you. The boy is three, the girl is five and I'm 26."

I wanted to keep her talking just to look at her. She was so cute and perky. She smiled almost seductively at me and told me that she admired the way I look. I am 37, tall, with dark brown hair brushing my shoulders and green eyes. My body is lean and athletic from years of tennis at our country club.

"Let me return the compliment, Brianna. You're a beautiful young mother." I smiled back at her. God, those lips are lush. I could look at this woman all day and not get tired of the sight of her. Could she tell I was ogling her?

I turned from her as the lights dimmed and demonstration began. Suddenly the crowd surged forward. Her hands went to my shoulders as my ass was caught in her pelvis. I moaned as I pushed it further back into her instinctively, slightly rotating it. Damn, I thought, as a sweet shiver went through my pussy, this woman is exciting me.

The demonstration droned on. Just the thought of my ass in her pussy, let alone the feel of it, was making me dizzy. I was hot and I needed more. Suddenly, she inched closer as if she read my thoughts. She reached for my breasts and rotated her pussy on my ass as she felt me up. She sighed as she ran her tongue lightly over my ears. The crowd was so thickly packed, I was sure no one noticed her taking me. Not a word was spoken as she touched me.

She drug her hands from my breasts and caught them in the waistband of my slacks. She unbelted and unzipped me slowly as I looked around the crowd. No one seem to notice as she put her hands inside my pants. She was met with brief silk bikinis already soaked. She messaged my pussy thought the panties as she screwed my ass.

My silk panties were a barrier to the flesh she wanted to touch. As she slipped one hand inside, she grabbed my pussy, found my clit and went to work on it. My head fell back as she furiously hand-fucked me. God, it was so good! I knew we didn't have much time left, but she had me cumming in three minutes flat. Next she slipped two fingers inside my pussy and finger- fucked me while rubbing my clit. The sweet little thing put me in heaven as I came yet again.

I whimpered as she removed her hands from my warmth and re-did my slacks. The crowd began to disperse. I turned to thank her for knowing what I needed and giving it to me so beautifully. She had slipped away. I stood there a minute still feeling her hands and imagining those lush ruby lips traveling slowly toward my pussy.

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