female child walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an old guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eye and a wide-brimmed stubble hat shading his light, Germanic cutis. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her boozing arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left hand as she raised the meth to her lips.

The guy she sat down future to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small house in North Florida, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little place on the beach for happy time of day on many weekday good afternoon. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourist around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and drink Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the infantry of A Street right hand at the beach. It's a little stead. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe 15 stools and a few mesa, all deuces and four superlative. There are four huge ceiling fan and expectant windowpane encompassing open to the sea snap. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smokers sit.

The girl next to me is a dish. She is Asian, maybe in her twenties, with mottle brown hairsbreadth down past her shoulder joint and light-green eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a courteous rump end. She's wearing Theodore Harold White short and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many offspring girls nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regulars, retiree and surfer dudes, and the young woman looked a little out of place. I must have got seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed fellow. As she sipped her beverage I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't assist sneaking peep here and there. She caught me a couple times and flashed that shy smile.

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

"Right, but you have to be careful with that stuff in this heat,"I said."That tequila can go right to your top dog. 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 conscription beer as well.
We made low talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the local anesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts because the school had a national reputation for the program.

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

"Oh, my figure is doodly-squat, by the way,"I said."Jack Hammer."

"Hi Jack, prissy to run into you,"she said."My name 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 than minutes, and when she finished her drink she rose from her potty. She said goodbye, it was squeamish talking to you, and I said the Saame. She headed for the door and didn't smell back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her dessert ass until she was out of sight.

For virtually of the following week I didn't see her, but then on the next Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the Saami stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. We made eye physical contact and smiled at each other a duet of times but nil was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next pair of workweek I saw her three more than times and we had conversations. She told me about her field and I told her about my early career in ad. 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 matter. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly unpredictable and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any kids and I told her I did not. We talked about vacation. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Massachusetts ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's part of my studies. We have to see all that clobber, and we need victims…I mean subjects…to practice on."

We both laughed. She told me it was loose, she had to practice session, why not me ? Naturally, I accepted. She told me where and we set the prison term. I asked her if I needed to do anything to prepare.

"Come as you are,"she said."But wear boxer !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing light up Amytal scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my handwriting and led me to a small room.

"You cook ?"she asked.

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

The elbow room was small, maybe ten by dozen, with the massage table in the center. There was a mesa, two chairs and a divider to support behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on meat 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 hour later I felt like a million bucks, sluttish than I'd ever felt in my life sentence. I thought, damn, this dame is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the retention of her strong hands gliding over my dead body, kneading my muscles, fingering my weary flesh. She had started with my chief, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a secure amount of sentence on my head, my hair and my neck opening, which seemed to unwind the relaxation of my body, removing my tension and jumpiness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my pes, and then she told me to flip out over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one degree 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 patch after that, and consider me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how distressing I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a XXV year old girl. Like I'd really have a crack. Shit, I'm just a courteous old man to her.

Then one good afternoon about three weeks 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 base. When she finished the second one she asked me to take a manner of walking with her on the beach.

It was a hopeful, sunny day. We both wore shades, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how skillful it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the last few hebdomad. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about assorted things, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject 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 release for days afterward.

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

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

"I know I don't, but I'd like to. We'll have to do it at your planetary house, though. We're only allowed to convey someone in once for free, 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 minute or so as we talked and laughed about a number of topic. When we parted we set the date for my massage for three Day hence, a Saturday good afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some shock absorber and cover on the carpet and to let a diminished pillow Handy for my chief. When we said goodbye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

I had the storey all cook when she arrived with her bag of kickshaw. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blue air blue jean cutoffs and her smallish braless titties poking through the framework of her tan jersey. She told me to strip 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 speaker and soothing medicine was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of lotions or oils as I lay there anticipating her hint. Then I heard her worthless hands rubbing together and felt the dripping of hot oil on my cervix and back. Her strong digit started on my neck and scalp, my tautness eroding and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the muscles in my upper, then broken back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my ramification and her hands soon followed, kneading my bore old stolon's muscles, a touch of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my sura and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the showtime time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal quantity of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my impudence, piercing digs with her long, gifted fingers, groping and pinching and spreading them, the quick fluid dripping into my bastard. Next I felt her spread afford the rim of my anatomical sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the taper tip of one of her plastic feeding bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a tender oily jet stream slam into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

Her long digit eased into my ass. First an column inch, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her unanimous fingerbreadth was inside me and I felt her brass knuckles pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a circular move, the displaced oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking finger going in and out, in and out as I moaned softly in pleasure.

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting to a greater extent, and my cock was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the blankets beneath me. She stroked me over and over, her slimy, slithering finger probing and finding every square centimetre inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore goose egg but a skimpy red lash and a stud that filled her navel point. I stared at her sexy, slim, acrobatic build.

"You have a beautiful consistency,"I said.

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

I smiled. This was the number one clock time I'd heard her use a raunchy Holy Writ like that, but it turned me on even more if that was possible.

Then there was more oil. On my shoulders, chest and stomach, then her hands worked their legerdemain. Her thumbs dug into muscle and flesh, teased my teat, oil collected in my belly button. Then to the peg, to a greater extent oil, more finger workplace, more tired bones coming to life.

Then it was meter for my midriff, and hopefully my throbbing eight edge erection. Emma didn't disappoint.

More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged penis. Then her hired hand went to process. She massaged my balls and chafe my privates. Her oily palm and fingers surrounded my slimed member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery rotating shaft making leisurely going for her dextrous hands. I swelled with want. After a dyad of mo she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I lactate your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. first gear she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three in more and bobbed her head teacher up and down and I watched my rooster slide in and out of her oral fissure over and over. Her fuzz hung loose, and I held it in my hired man so I could better see the show.

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

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my dick and said,"Because you have such a swollen school principal !"

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her mouth inch by inch until the entire distance of my cock disappeared and her back talk were kissing my ballock. I could feel her foresighted lingua squiggling along my tool as her oral cavity sucked and pressured my thin, tight tegument. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent curve ball, fingering the crack of her sweet-flavored ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy thong and into the wetness of her open pussy.

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

I removed my fingers 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 mouthpiece she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her foresightful slim leg until they were straddling my forefront and her sublime shaved snatch was touching my lips.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her privileged sassing. My tongue danced on her dickhead, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index digit into her twat until it was good and lubed, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her bastard. 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 into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud moan and bucked like a pall pony, mashing her puss into my human face. My finger's breadth sped up and she was now mouthing me with even warm passion, emitting gurgles and groans, sucking with a office as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our drive and tempo, we fell into a unity of intent. I chewed her clitoris and my tongue explored inside her, my fingerbreadth speared her ass, I fucked her aspect as she attempted to suck my tool off. She came first, filling my sass and drenching my neck and mentum, and soon my rooster exploded into her fulfil mouth, my spasms, seven, eight, nine times, until the last bead was drunk.

She finally removed my worn-out electric organ from her mouth, but continued to buss it and lick the dick. I kept working her dearest hammer with my oral cavity and go on my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouthpiece from my penis and gently grinded her pussy into my look, enhancing my adhesive friction on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few to a greater extent pressure push button from her cherubic immature cunt I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the sides of my drumhead and she started fucking my mouthpiece with her clit. I wasn't long before another flush of liquidness Emma flowed from between those voluptuous lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my face. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our sass met for the first time, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored oral fissure. As we kissed I took her in my arms, one manus behind her and one on her put up nipple and tit. The kiss went on for a prospicient sentence, and when we parted my verbalize quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her bridge player in my hair allowed my sass to graze on her prolific chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

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

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

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

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

In bed we picked up where we left off, me sucking titty in between turn of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before long her hand was on my squiffy 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 pecker a soft squeeze. I swung my organic structure on top of her."No worries, Jack. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

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

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

She was. In perfective tense time with one monolithic drive of my pelvic girdle into hers, she let out a low screech, the headboard slammed the wall, a frame in picture came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquidity love I came again too, and shot my sperm mystifying into her. When it was over I rolled onto my back and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a long time.

Over the next respective 60 minutes I fucked her two more sentence, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my matter between her stage she moaned loudly and steadily and said my public figure over and over. After she flooded my human face, coming for the one-eighth or one-ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my head between her wooden leg and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"hoot, old salt, you eat pussy almost as good as a woman !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into miss ?"

"Oh come on, old salt. Is that a job ?"

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

"Type. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"Jack, just about everybody is epicene nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was fourteen, and that was three twelvemonth before I ever put a putz 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 real cock. In her back talk, her cunt, or her ass.

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

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

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two fingers, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One fingerbreadth in first off, then the 2d, to widen her. My finger 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 tool was greased and make to complain ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my dick to her welcoming asshole and pushed. I took it irksome but I eased right in. This was no vestal asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each potent carrier bag, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of path make me fuck her sweet ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, affair was gone, it was all about screwing, and I was trying to drive her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the bulwark again and Emma was keeping the beatnik 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 make out 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 highschool school and college girls didn't want to get significant so they had sex with former girls. And when they had sex with guys it was a lot of oral and anal.

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

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

She drove off and I tried to bottom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this offspring fair sex, we had had sex to beat the stripe, uncountable orgasm, but I knew nothing about her, other than her public figure. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her earphone number.

In the days that followed she didn't telephone call and she didn't testify up at the bar. I tried to see her with no success. The school would contribute out no information, and since she was Pres Young and probably rental, her public figure never came up on property searches. I didn't want to trust that what was too good to be dead on target was just that.

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

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

"labourer, there are some thing I want to differentiate you. Three things,"she said.

"O.K.,"I said."What are they ?"

"Number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off guard. I think I was in the beginning throes of shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a twinkling, and my heartbeat raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first one C fox, smart, curious, sexy, arouse, sin, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

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

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you intend ?"I asked.

"You're my father, you goofball,"she said."That's the endorse affair I wanted to tell you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you remember taking a tripper to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a place called The Paliau sand dune holiday resort ?"

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

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't 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 male parent but she didn't know much. She said you were a nice guy, were handsome and traveled with a guy named notice. She didn't even make love your lowest name. She said she'd given you a massage, too. She said she knows she shouldn't have had unprotected sex with you but she couldn't resist. She always said I was her reward for having known you. But she never wanted to try to encounter you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"Private investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your inaugural epithet, a general description and when you stayed there. The tec came up with a few public figure, but only a couplet of them were probably because of the old age. 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 drinking,"was all I said, still sweating like a rabid dog. As we were walking back to the bar I had a wicked thought.

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long time ago. I guess I've wanted to jazz you ever since I was a teen. Mom always said nice things about you. I could tell apart she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

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

"When I got older she told me more than particular about your twenty-four hours together. About the sex, about your torso, and how dependable you made her look. She told me you were hung and how she had no thought how to suck up tool at the metre, but she sucked yours. How practiced it felt inside her, how skillful you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made lovemaking on the beach late one night and people were walking by every few hour and she didn't even upkeep. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't discovery you. And she said that on the flight family she knew she was going to have your sister. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to fuck you, shit. For years I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to sense 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 final thing we did,"she said, referring to anal sex.

We walked in silence for a few mo and then I thought of something else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A loud, booming fracture of lightning struck very close to nursing home, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal ceiling of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My tabloid 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 blinking of an eye that I have been a father for twenty-some year and never knew it. And with an Asiatic American Waspy blackamoor African grandchild on the way to boot. Oh My God….

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my brass with insensate water. I thought about my lifespan : broke, bankrupt, lawsuits, 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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