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

The guy she sat down following to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a lowly house in North Everglade State, about four blocks from the Atlantic sea, and I walk down to this little spot 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, bury about it, I stay home and imbibe Cuba Libres on my hinder porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street rightfield at the beach. It's a small place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe XV faeces and a few table, all deuce and four tops. There are four huge roof lover and tumid Windows wide open to the sea breeze. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smoking carriage sit.

The girl next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked Brown hairsbreadth down past her shoulders and greenish oculus. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a prissy nurture end. She's wearing tweed short pants and a red subway top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young girlfriend nowadays.
Usually at felicitous hour the bar is just the fixture, retirees and surfer dudes, and the girl looked a fiddling out of place. I must give birth seen her around town, I'm not certain, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drunkenness I tried not to bet at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peep here and there. She caught me a span times and flashed that shy smile.

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

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

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another rough drawing beer as well.
We made small talk of the town. She said she was studying strong-arm therapy at the local college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony because the shoal had a interior reputation for the program.

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

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

"Hi gob, nice to meet you,"she said."My figure is Emma Lee."

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

We talked for a few more mo, and when she finished her drink in she rose from her ordure. She said goodby, it was overnice talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't look back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the succeed week I didn't see her, but then on the succeeding Th afternoon I was sitting on the Same crapper when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. We made eye contact lens and smiled at each other a couplet of times but nada was said between us. She had one drinkable and left.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw her three to a greater extent times and we had conversations. She told me about her field of study and I told her about my former career in advertising. She asked me if I watched ‘ Mad Men'on TV but I said no, I'd never seen it. We talked about a lot of thing. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly guerrilla and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any small fry and I told her I did not. We talked about holiday. 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 biography growing up in Massachusetts ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her interestingness 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 hold massages."

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's region of my study. We have to learn all that stuff, and we need victims…I mean subjects…to practice on."

We both laughed. She told me it was innocent, 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 boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the doorway. She was wearing promiscuous blue scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a small room.

"You set up ?"she asked.

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

The room was modest, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the center. There was a table, two death chair and a partition to stand behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hooks on the lavender wall. Then I got onto the tabular array 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, looser than I'd ever felt in my spirit. I thought, tinker's dam, this skirt is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory of her hard mitt gliding over my eubstance, kneading my muscles, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my head, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a honorable amount of time on my school principal, my hair and my neck opening, which seemed to relax the ease of my trunk, removing my tension and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my groundwork, and then she told me to tack over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one point she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty girl like her was doing the job."It's only natural,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and trust me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd manner of walking in. I thought about how pitiful I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a 25 year old missy. Like I'd really have a nip. shit, I'm just a courteous old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three calendar week later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her face. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the boldness and sat down succeeding 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 2d. When she finished the second one she asked me to take a pass with her on the beach.

It was a undimmed, cheery day. We both wore tincture, and as common, 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 cube, chatting about several matter, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject field 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 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 firm, though. We're only allowed to bring mortal in once for free, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't idea paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hour or so as we talked and laughed about a number of subject. When we parted we set the date for my massage for three days hence, a Saturday good afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushion and blanket on the carpeting and to have a minuscule pillow Handy for my head teacher. When we said goodbye she squeezed my hired man and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

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

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a little speaker and soothing medicine was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of application or crude as I lay there anticipating her touch sensation. Then I heard her unworthy mitt rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her strong fingers started on my neck and scalp, my tension eroding and relaxation behavior seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the sinew in my upper berth, then lower back. She paused for a mo as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my legs and her bridge player soon followed, kneading my wear upon old runner's muscleman, a taking into custody of painful sensation here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calf and ankles to my foot. Then she spoke for the first time.

"Let's get these shorts off,"she said as her hands latched onto the waistband of my jockeys."raise up."

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a loose amount of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass cracking. She worked my cheeks, piercing pad with her long, talented digit, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warmly fluid dripping into my prick. Next I felt her spreadhead give the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her charge plate nursing bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet flow shot into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

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

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting more, and my cock 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 square centimetre inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my backrest. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore cipher but a skimpy red lash and a studhorse that filled her navel point. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful consistency,"I said.

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

I smiled. This was the foremost time I'd heard her use a raunchy Logos like that, but it turned me on even to a greater extent if that was possible.

Then there was More oil. On my shoulder, bureau and breadbasket, then her hands worked their deception. Her thumbs dug into musculus and shape, teased my mamilla, oil collected in my omphalus. Then to the legs, more than oil, More finger work, more than tired bones coming to life.

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

More oil was dripped, on and around my ingurgitate penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my balls and fret my genitals. Her oily palm and fingers surrounded my slimed phallus and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shaft making well-to-do going for her dexterous manpower. I swelled with want. After a pair of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her moderately face.

"Can I suck your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. First she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her head up and down and I watched my putz microscope slide in and out of her rima oris over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could better see the show.

She raised her header and my rooster reemerged from between her reduce lip."You must hold a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

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

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her sassing column inch by in until the entire length of my peter disappeared and her brim were kissing my balls. I could find her long natural language squiggling along my shaft as her mouth sucked and pressured my thin out, tight skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent curved shape, fingering the cranny of her sugariness ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy lash and into the wetness of her undetermined pussy.

She moaned with a throat entire of tool when my fingers entered her love canal and started finger-fucking her. offset slowly, then with increasing rhythm and force I poked her, eliciting Thomas More moan from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingerbreadth and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the content immediately and without missing a rhythm with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her farsighted slim legs until they were straddling my caput and her empyreal shave snatch was touching my brim.

I kissed her smooth phalacrosis and tasted her inner sass. My tongue danced on her asshole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my forefinger finger into her pussy until it was upright and lubricate, 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 Lapp moment I plunged my finger into her tight ass, my mouth surrounded her puffed-up clit.

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

Increasing our drive and tempo, we fell into a wholeness of purpose. I chewed her clit and my tongue explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to suck my turncock off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my neck opening and Kuki-Chin, and soon my cock exploded into her satiate mouth, my spasms, seven, eight, nine times, until the concluding drop was inebriate.

She finally removed my drop organ from her oral cavity, but continued to kiss it and lick the shaft. I kept working her love pounding with my mouth and kept my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her oral cavity from my penis and gently grinded her snatch into my face, enhancing my grip on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushes from her sweet young cunt I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the English of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her button. I wasn't long before another outpouring of liquidity Emma flowed from between those juicy back talk and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my nerve. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our sass met for the first clock time, and our spit plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my arms, one manus behind her and one on her put up mammilla and tit. The candy kiss went on for a prospicient prison term, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hand in my hair 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 top dog to hers and we kissed some more. Then I laid back beside her and she rested her brain on my shoulder.

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

I kissed her again."Want to go into the bedchamber ?"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 farseeing her manus was on my Stiff Richard.

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this affair inside me yet,"she said, giving my cock a diffuse credit crunch. I swung my body on top of her."No headache, Jack. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my hard fifty year old shaft and slid it with relaxation into her easygoing 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 easy and Emma fell right in and matched me fortuity for solidus. Then a little faster, a little harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't come for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw astragal of effort above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In stark time with one monolithic drive of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the wall, a put mental picture came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid love I came again too, and shot my sperm deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my backbone and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my shaft inside her for a long time.

Over the next several hour I fucked her two more than times, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my lip was doing my matter between her legs she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my head between her legs and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"red cent, diddly-shit, you eat pussy almost as good as a woman !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girls ?"

"Oh come on, Jack. Is that a job ?"

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

"Type. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"diddlyshit, just about everybody is epicene nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was fourteen, and that was three years 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 backup man for a existent cock. In her mouth, her pussy, or her ass.

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

I hopped up and retrieved the lubricating substance tube from her bag on the living elbow room floor.

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two digit, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One digit in first-class honours degree, then the second, to widen 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 quetch ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my prick to her receive SOB and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no virgin shit. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each knock-down clout, feeling no nuisance. She started talking dirty, which of trend make me fuck her sugared ass even harder. In all my spirit, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, amour was gone, it was all about nooky, and I was trying to ride her ass through the mattress and onto the trading floor. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelping. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each other and talked in bed for a spell 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 sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in high school and college fille didn't want to get significant so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with guy wire 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 au revoir at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent 60 minutes with this immature woman, we had had sex to bewilder the band, uncountable coming, but I knew nothing about her, other than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her phone number.

In the days that followed she didn't shout and she didn't show up at the bar. I tried to line up her with no success. The schoolhouse would give way out no entropy, and since she was vernal and probably renting, her name never came up on place hunt. I didn't want to believe that what was too good to be true was just that.

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

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

"Jack, there are some things I want to enjoin you. Three matter,"she said.

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

"Number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off guard. I think I was in the outset throes of shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a pulsation, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, hurt, amusing, sexy, wind up, perdition, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thinking, I reached for her and urge my sass against hers. She seemed open for a irregular or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a perplex face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you have in mind ?"I asked.

"You're my male parent, you goofball,"she said."That's the mo thing I wanted to tell you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

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

My mind raced back through time. I remembered the tripper. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Chinese daughter 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 Church Father but she didn't know much. She said you were a nice guy, were handsome and traveled with a guy named broadside. She didn't even experience your in conclusion 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 detect you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"common soldier police detective,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your low name, a general description and when you stayed there. The detective came up with a few names, but only a twain 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 dreaded thought.

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it loose. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long meter ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a adolescent. Mom always said Nice affair 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 sr. she told me more details about your years together. About the sex, about your body, and how good you made her tactile property. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to nurse hammer at the metre, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how beneficial you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made love on the beach late one Night and people were walking by every few second and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the trajectory home she knew she was going to have your baby. And she was going to continue it.

"So that's why I wanted to jazz you, diddlysquat. For geezerhood 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 last thing we did,"she said, referring to anal retentive sex.

We walked in secrecy for a few consequence and then I thought of something else.

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

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

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

"Don't headache, old salt, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a father for a few minutes, so don't try to berate 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 Anna Mary Robertson Moses. He's a forward on the basketball team."

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

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

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

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A loud, booming crack of lightning struck very close to home, waking me up. Hard rainfall pounded the metal roof of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sheets were soaked with sudor. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

I walked to the can and splashed my aspect with cold water. I thought about my life story : 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 BAR !


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