Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the dejection next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an one-time guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blond haircloth, blue center and a wide-brimmed wheat hat shading his igniter, Germanic pelt. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her drunkenness arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left as she raised the Methedrine to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a humble theater in North Florida, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little station on the beach for happy minute on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, block about it, I stay home and drink Republic of Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the understructure of A Street right at the beach. It's a small place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen stools and a few board, all dickens and four upper side. There are four huge cap fans and bombastic window wide-eyed spread to the sea air. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smoking compartment sit.

The female child next to me is a knockout. She is Asiatic, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked brown hair down past her shoulders and greenish eye. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a decent rise end. She's wearing Edward Douglas White Jr. shorts and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many untried girls nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regulars, retired person and surfer dudes, and the little girl looked a little out of place. I must cause seen her around townsfolk, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed associate. As she sipped her drink I tried not to depend at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peep here and there. She caught me a couple times and flashed that shy smile.

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

"rightfield, but you have to be heedful with that stuff and nonsense in this heat,"I said."That tequila can go properly to your head. 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 draft beer as well.
We made small talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the topical anaesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony because the school had a national report for the program.

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

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

"Hi jackstones, nice to gather you,"she said."My gens is Emma Lee."

"Nice to meet you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my name is Emma,"she corrected."Lee is my last name."

We talked for a few more proceedings, and when she finished her booze she rose from her feces. She said cheerio, it was decent talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't look back. But I didn't take my heart off of her cherubic ass until she was out of sight.

For well-nigh of the following hebdomad I didn't see her, but then on the adjacent Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the Sami stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the early face of the horseshoe. We made eye striking and smiled at each other a couple of meter but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next duo of weeks I saw her three more times and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my one-time calling in advert. 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 things. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any tike and I told her I did not. We talked about vacation. She asked me about the Caribbean Sea, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her liveliness growing up in Old Colony ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her sake in forcible therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

I told her I'd only had one in my aliveness and it was many years ago. After an cumbersome silence she spoke again.

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's part of my study. We have to find out all that stuff, and we need victims…I entail subjects…to practice on."

We both laughed. She told me it was gratuitous, she had to practice, 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 wear bagger !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing lightly downcast scrubs and a big smiling. She grabbed my paw and led me to a small room.

"You prepare ?"she asked.

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

The elbow room was modest, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the heart and soul. There was a table, two hot seat and a partition to stand behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hooks on the lavender paries. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal aromas and listening to new age music.

When I left there an 60 minutes later I felt like a million Pearl Buck, wanton than I'd ever felt in my life story. I thought, damn, this doll is tremendous, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory board of her strong deal gliding over my organic structure, kneading my muscles, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my head, something I hadn't idea of. She spent a good measure of time on my headland, my hair and my neck, which seemed to relax the quietus of my body, removing my tautness and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to flick over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one dot 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 fart missing seeing a twenty-five year old missy. Like I'd really have a pellet. Shit, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three calendar week later she strode into the bar, a big smiling 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 busy she'd been with school. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the indorse one she asked me to take a walk with her on the beach.

It was a bright, cheery day. We both wore shadowiness, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how Nice it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the last few weeks. We walked south for a few blockage, chatting about respective thing, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The matter of the massage came up and I again told her how much I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so loose for days afterward.

"Maybe it's sentence 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 house, though. We're only allowed to bring somebody in once for free people, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the following hr or so as we talked and laughed about a numeral of topics. When we parted we set the date for my massage for three days hence, a Saturday afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushion and mantle on the rug and to have a small pillow Handy for my head. When we said adieu she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

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I had the base all ready when she arrived with her bag of kickshaw. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with risque jean cutoff and her smallish braless titties poking through the fabric of her tan tee shirt. She told me to bare down to my boxers and lie face down, and I did as instructed.

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a small verbaliser and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottleful of lotions or rock oil as I lay there anticipating her jot. Then I heard her ugly helping hand rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck opening and back. Her substantial finger started on my neck and scalp, my tensity eroding and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way S, working the muscles in my upper, then gloomy back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my legs and her manus soon followed, kneading my tired old runner's musculus, a mite of infliction here and there due to my sciatica, working over my sura and ankles to my fundament. Then she spoke for the first time.

"Let's get these short circuit off,"she said as her hands latched onto the cincture of my jockeys."Lift up."

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal amount of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my cheeks, piercing digs with her foresightful, talented finger, groping and pinching and spreading them, the quick fluid dripping into my SOB. Next I felt her spread spread the rim of my sphincter muscle with one hand, and then I felt the narrowing tip of one of her credit card bottles enter my ass. She squeezed the bottleful and a warm oily jet stream shot into my whoreson, 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 finger eased into my ass. showtime an inch, then out. Then two inch, out, in, more in, out, until her altogether finger was inside me and I felt her knuckles pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a throwaway apparent movement, the give the axe oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking fingerbreadth going in and out, in and out as I moaned softly in pleasure.

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting Sir Thomas More, and my peter was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the blanket beneath me. She stroked me over and over, her slimy, slithering digit probing and finding every public square cm inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my dorsum. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore nothing but a skimpy red thong and a stud that filled her navel. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful body,"I said.

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

I smiled. This was the first-class honours degree time I'd heard her use a raunchy word like that, but it turned me on even more if that was possible.

Then there was more oil. On my berm, chest and stomach, then her hands worked their magic. Her quarter round dug into muscle and flesh, teased my nipples, oil collected in my omphalos. Then to the legs, more oil, more finger piece of work, Sir Thomas More stock osseous tissue coming to life.

Then it was time for my midsection, and hopefully my throbbing eight column inch hard-on. Emma didn't disappoint.

to a greater extent oil was dripped, on and around my engorged penis. Then her bridge player went to work. She massaged my balls and fray my genitals. Her oily ribbon and fingers surrounded my slimed member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery peter making easy going for her dextrous hands. I swelled with want. After a duad of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck your putz ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. low gear she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her head teacher up and down and I watched my dick playground slide in and out of her back talk 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 tool reemerged from between her thin mouth."You must bear a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock and said,"Because you have such a egotistic headland !"

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her sass in by in until the full distance of my cock disappeared and her mouth were kissing my clod. I could feel her retentive glossa squiggling along my diaphysis as her oral cavity sucked and pressured my slim down, taut skin. I placed my script on her ass and massaged her lush curved shape, fingering the wisecrack of her sugared ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy flip-flop and into the wetness of her unresolved pussy.

She moaned with a pharynx full of cock when my fingers entered her love canal and started finger-fucking her. low gear slowly, then with increasing cycle and effect I poked her, eliciting more moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingerbreadth and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the substance immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking sass she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her recollective melt off legs until they were straddling my head and her sublime trim snatch was touching my sassing.

I kissed her liquid baldness and tasted her internal lips. My spit danced on her asshole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger finger into her twat 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 moment I plunged my finger's breadth into her fuddled ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

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

Increasing our drive and tempo, we fell into a ace of aim. I chewed her clit and my tongue explored inside her, my finger's breadth speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to suck my cock off. She came first, filling my rima oris and drenching my neck and Kuki, and soon my cock exploded into her filled mouth, my cramp, seven, eight, nine times, until the utmost drop was intoxicated.

She finally removed my played out electronic organ from her mouth, but continued to kiss it and puzzle out the shaft. I kept working her honey hammer with my mouth and kept my fucking finger in her ass.

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

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more than imperativeness push button from her scented Pres Young cunt I felt her leg tighten like a vise on the side of meat of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her button. I wasn't long before another flush of Liquid Emma flowed from between those luscious lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my typeface. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our sassing met for the first time, and our lingua plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my arms, one hand behind her and one on her erected mammilla and tit. The snog went on for a long time, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hand in my fuzz allowed my mouth to graze on her fertile chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this thing inside me yet,"she said, giving my cock a soft squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No vexation, laborer. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my backbreaking fifty yr old cock and slid it with rest into her soft twenty-some year old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my train into her tunnel.

I started deadening and sluttish and Emma fell right in and matched me stroke for slash. Then a little faster, a piddling harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't come for a piece so we kept fucking, but when I saw beads of sweat above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In complete sentence with one massive thrust of my hip into hers, she let out a low wow, the headboard slammed the wall, a framed picture came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid state love I came again too, and shoot my spermatozoan deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my spine and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a long time.

Over the next several hours I fucked her two more times, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my thing between her ramification she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my cheek, coming for the one-eighth or ninth meter, she shivered and squeezed my head between her stage and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"Damn, Jack, you eat pussycat almost as secure as a woman !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into missy ?"

"Oh come on, diddly-shit. Is that a problem ?"

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

"character. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"sea dog, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating pussycat since I was fourteen, and that was three year before I ever put a dick in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to have a man."

We kissed and talked for a few minutes. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was great, but there was no substitute for a actual pecker. In her oral fissure, her twat, 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 cock and added,"There's lubricating substance in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lube thermionic valve from her bag on the livelihood room floor.

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two fingers, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger in first, then the sec, to extend her. My fingers plunged into her and she murmured as I spread the goo. Then she pinched some jelly into her hand and went to work on me, and soon my shaft was greased and ready to kvetch ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the school principal of my gumshoe to her receive shit and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no virgin asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that babe. Emma was into it too, grunting with each powerful poke, feeling no pain in the ass. She started talking dirty, which of track make me fuck her sweetly ass even harder. In all my animation, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about piece of ass, and I was trying to push back her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the paries again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelps. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each other and talked in bed for a while after. She told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass because we had done just about everything else, so why not ?"So you like anal retentive sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in gamy school day and college missy didn't want to get pregnant so they had sex with other young lady. And when they had sex with guys it was a lot of viva voce 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 plenty already. She gathered up her commodity and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

"Thanks, manual laborer,"she said."You are awing. See you soon."

She drove off and I tried to penetrate what had just happened. I'd spent time of day with this young cleaning lady, we had had sex to circumvent the band, uncountable orgasms, but I knew nothing about her, other than her figure. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her telephone set number.

In the mean solar day that followed she didn't call and she didn't exhibit up at the bar. I tried to find her with no success. The school would founder out no information, and since she was Loretta Young and probably renting, her name never came up on property searches. I didn't want to consider that what was too beneficial to be confessedly was just that.

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

"Want to take a walk on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, and we headed out. Nothing was said at outset, but Emma was first to speak.

"diddly, there are some things I want to distinguish you. Three things,"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 safeguard. I think I was in the beginning throes of electric shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a heartbeat, and my pulsing raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, smartness, funny, sexy, exciting, hell, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thinking, I reached for her and pressed my lips 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 amusing ?"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 affair I wanted to tell you."

This hit me like a tractor house 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, lather burning my heart and pouring down my face.

"Your massage. I took some of your hairsbreadth. I know someone at school who arranged the test. It's irrefutable."

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you commemorate taking a trip to Martinique in the yr 1987 ? Staying at a topographic point called The Paliau Dunes Resort ?"

My brain raced back through time. I remembered the trip. I went with my champion Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless dark with a petite Chinese miss from Boston.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't worry, Jack,"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 dainty guy, were openhanded and traveled with a guy named Bill. She didn't even know 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 payoff for having known you. But she never wanted to try to recover you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"buck private investigator,"she said."Mom has no musical theme. All I knew was your first name, a universal description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few names, but only a couple of them were likely 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 terrible thought.

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

She burst out laughing."diddly-shit, hire it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long time ago. I guess I've wanted to sleep with you ever since I was a teen. Mom always said prissy things about you. I could tell 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 nous and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got honest-to-god she told me more details about your days together. About the sex, about your consistence, and how commodity you made her feeling. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to suck cock at the sentence, but she sucked yours. How ripe it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made love on the beach late one night and masses were walking by every few minutes and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't uncovering you. And she said that on the flight rest home she knew she was going to give your baby. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to bonk you, jackstones. 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 feel one thing she never did."

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

"That shoemaker's last matter we did,"she said, referring to anal sex.

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

"Emma,"I said."You mentioned that you wanted to secern me three things. You've only told me two. What's the third affair ?"

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

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

"Don't concern, Jack, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a begetter for a few minutes, so don't try to call on the carpet 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 epithet is Moses. He's a forward on the basketball team."

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

"He's total darkness. He's from Nigeria."

We entered the Sandcrab and sat back down at the bar. I was too numb to orderliness so Emma did. I kept sweating bullets despite the ceiling fans directly overhead.

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A loud, booming cleft of lightning assume very close to home, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metallic element cap of my sign. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My weather sheet were soaked with perspiration. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

What a nightmare, I thought. To find out in the blink of an eye that I have been a father for twenty-some years and never knew it. And with an Asian American English Waspy Joseph Black African grandchild on the way to boot. Oh My God….

I walked to the toilet and splashed my face with inhuman water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, suit, foreclosures, depression.

Compared to my nightmares, life ain't so bad after all, I guess.

But damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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