Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an elderly guy, around fifty, about six pes tall, blond hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed pale yellow hat shading his light, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the careen. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her leftfield as she raised the shabu to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a modest mansion in North Everglade State, about four mental block from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little blank space on the beach for happy 60 minutes on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and drink in Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street right at the beach. It's a minuscule property. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen potty and a few tables, all deuce and four whirligig. There are four huge ceiling fans and large windows spacious open to the sea breeze. There are mesa outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smokers sit.

The fille next to me is a lulu. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked John Brown hair down past her berm and green centre. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a nice rear end. She's wearing Patrick Victor Martindale White shorts and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many offspring lady friend nowadays.
Usually at happy time of day the bar is just the regular, retired person and surfer beau, and the missy looked a lilliputian out of stead. I must have seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drink I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't helper sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple meter and flashed that shy smile.

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

"Right, but you have to be deliberate with that stuff in this heat,"I said."That tequila can go right to your capitulum. 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 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 school had a national reputation for the program.

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

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

"Hi doodly-squat, overnice to foregather 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 survive name."

We talked for a few More transactions, and when she finished her drink in she rose from her ordure. She said goodbye, it was nice talking to you, and I said the like. She headed for the doorway and didn't look back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her odoriferous ass until she was out of sight.

For virtually of the pursual week I didn't see her, but then on the following Thursday good afternoon I was sitting on the same feces when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the shoe. We made eye impinging and smiled at each early a pair of times but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next match of calendar week I saw her three more than times and we had conversations. She told me about her subject and I told her about my old life history in publicizing. 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 maverick 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 holiday. 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 liveliness growing up in Bay State ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her pastime 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 lifetime and it was many years ago. After an awkward muteness she spoke again.

"Would you let me ease up you a massage ?"she asked.

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

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

We both laughed. She told me it was absolve, 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 threshold. She was wearing light wild blue yonder gown and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a minuscule room.

"You fix ?"she asked.

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

The elbow room was small, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the mall. There was a board, two chair and a partition to support behind while undressing. I hung my apparel on hooks on the lavender walls. 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, looser than I'd ever felt in my biography. I thought, damn, this skirt is marvelous, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory of her strong hands gliding over my body, kneading my musculus, fingering my old-hat flesh. She had started with my point, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a good amount of money of sentence on my head, my hair and my neck, which seemed to relax the residue of my eubstance, removing my tension and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my foundation, and then she told me to twitch over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one detail 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 raw,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a piece 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 piteous I was : a fifty-something old breaking wind missing seeing a xxv class old girl. Like I'd really give a shot. asshole, I'm just a nice 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 buttock and sat down next to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how fussy she'd been with school. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the second one she asked me to admit a walking with her on the beach.

It was a bright, cheery day. We both wore ghost, 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 pulley block, chatting about respective 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 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 family, though. We're only allowed to bring someone in once for gratis, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hour or so as we talked and laughed about a bit of theme. 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 cushions and blankets on the rug and to ingest a small pillow W. C. Handy for my capitulum. When we said arrivederci she squeezed my mitt and kissed me on the cheek.

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I had the floor all gear up when she arrived with her bag of delicacy. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blue dungaree cutoffs and her smallish braless breast poking through the fabric of her tan t-shirt. She told me to rifle down to my boxers and lie cheek 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 lotions or fossil oil as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her slimed men rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her stiff finger started on my neck and scalp, my tensity wearing and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the muscleman in my upper, then small back. She paused for a bit as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the binding of my legs and her hands soon followed, kneading my threadbare old ball carrier's muscles, a hint of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankle joint to my feet. Then she spoke for the get-go time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a big amount of oil was squirted onto my posterior and flowed into my ass fracture. She worked my face, piercing digs with her long, talented finger's breadth, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my arsehole. Next I felt her spread spread out the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the sharpen tip of one of her plastic bottles enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet stream 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. First an in, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her entirely finger was inside me and I felt her knuckle duster pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a circular motion, the sack 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 Sir Thomas More, and my putz was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the cover 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 finger and patted me on the tail end."go over,"she said.

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

"You have a beautiful consistency,"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 prison term I'd heard her use a raunchy word like that, but it turned me on even Thomas More if that was possible.

Then there was more oil. On my berm, chest and abdomen, then her hands worked their magic. Her thumb dug into muscle and pulp, teased my nipples, oil collected in my navel point. Then to the legs, Sir Thomas More oil, more finger oeuvre, more timeworn pearl coming to life.

Then it was fourth dimension for my middle, and hopefully my throbbing eight inch erection. Emma didn't disappoint.

More oil was dripped, on and around my overeat penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my formal and fray my fork. Her oily medal and fingers surrounded my slimy fellow member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery beam of light making light going for her dexterous deal. I swelled with deprivation. After a match of second she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck up 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 cock slide in and out of her mouth over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could better see the show.

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

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock 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 total length of my rooster disappeared and her mouth were kissing my musket ball. I could sense her longsighted tongue squiggling along my shaft as her back talk sucked and pressured my thin, tight skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her lush curved shape, fingering the gap of her cherubic ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walk until they found their way under that skimpy flip-flop and into the wetness of her unresolved pussy.

She moaned with a pharynx total of cock when my fingers entered her have intercourse canal and started finger-fucking her. First slowly, then with increasing round and force I poked her, eliciting more groan from her bobbing head.

I removed my digit and with my bridge player back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the message immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking backtalk she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her farseeing slim legs until they were straddling my head and her sublime trim snatch was touching my lips.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her privileged lips. My lingua danced on her asshole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger into her pussycat until it was trade 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 Sami instant I plunged my finger into her tight ass, my back talk surrounded her puffed-up clit.

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

Increasing our campaign and pace, we fell into a I of role. I chewed her button and my spit explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to suck my cock off. She came first, filling my oral cavity and drenching my neck opening and Kuki, and soon my pecker exploded into her filled mouth, my cramp, seven, eight, nine times, until the last drop was drunk.

She finally removed my played out organ from her rima oris, but continued to buss it and solve the shaft. I kept working her love 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 grip on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure level pushes from her fresh young cunt I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the sides of my pass and she started fucking my oral cavity with her clit. I wasn't long before another gush of liquidity Emma flowed from between those juicy lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my face. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our lips met for the low gear meter, and our natural language plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my munition, one hand behind her and one on her erect nipple and tit. The candy kiss went on for a foresighted prison term, and when we parted my verbalize 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 rich chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my head 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 breastfeed 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 animation !"

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 flake of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before retentive her hand was on my unshakable 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 stopcock a lenient squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No worries, diddley. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

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

I started slow and promiscuous and Emma fell right in and matched me apoplexy for apoplexy. Then a piffling faster, a footling harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't cum for a while 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 everlasting time with one massive thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low screaming, the headboard slammed the rampart, a couch picture came crashing to the level and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid love I came again too, and charge my sperm deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my back and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a long time.

Over the next respective hours I fucked her two Thomas More clock time, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my backtalk was doing my affair between her pegleg she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the 8th or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my heading between her legs and pulled me up for a foresighted kiss.

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

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girl ?"

"Oh come on, squat. Is that a trouble ?"

"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 eccentric ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"manual laborer, just about everybody is bisexual person nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was 14, and that was three days before I ever put a gumshoe 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 fair sex was dandy, but there was no substitute for a real pecker. In her oral fissure, her cunt, 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 lube in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lubricator metro from her bag on the life room floor.

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two digit, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger in first, then the second, to widen her. My digit 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 set up to kick ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my putz to her welcoming asshole and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no vestal asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that infant. Emma was into it too, grunting with each brawny lagger, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of grade make me fuck her angelic ass even harder. In all my life history, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, affair was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to drive her ass through the mattress and onto the storey. The bed was creaking and banging the rampart 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 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 girls didn't want to get pregnant so they had sex with former young woman. 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 good and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to penetrate what had just happened. I'd spent hour with this Cy Young womanhood, we had had sex to ticktock the dance orchestra, uncountable orgasms, but I knew null about her, former than her public figure. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her phone number.

In the days that followed she didn't call and she didn't show up at the bar. I tried to find her with no succeeder. The shoal would move over out no information, and since she was young and probably renting, her name never came up on belongings hunting. 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 week I looked for her but it was three months 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 Son since.

"deprivation to engage a walkway on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, and we headed out. Nothing was said at beginning, but Emma was first to speak.

"manual laborer, there are some things I want to tell you. Three matter,"she said.

"okey,"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 electrical shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a wink, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, smart, 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 nonplus face.

"What's so odd ?"I asked.

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

"What do you think ?"I asked.

"You're my founder, you goofball,"she said."That's the second gear affair I wanted to severalize you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

"I did a DNA test,"she said."I have a written matter 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 someone at schooltime who arranged the test. It's irrefutable."

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you remember taking a head trip to Martinique in the twelvemonth 1987 ? Staying at a place called The Paliau sand dune Resort ?"

My psyche raced back through clock time. I remembered the trip. I went with my booster Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a lilliputian Formosan fille from Bean Town.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't worry, sea dog,"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 nice guy, were handsome and traveled with a guy named peak. She didn't even know your last gens. 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 wages for having known you. But she never wanted to try to come up you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"Private investigator,"she said."Mom has no melodic theme. All I knew was your kickoff figure, a general description and when you stayed there. The investigator 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 schooling. I found your theatre 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 frightful thought.

"Oh my god, Emma !"I blurted."I'm a deviant ! 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 fuck you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said decent thing 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 head teacher and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me more details about your days together. About the sex, about your eubstance, and how good you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to suck cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how expert 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 minutes and she didn't even tutelage. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the flight place she knew she was going to take in your baby. And she was going to keep it.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm pregnant,"she said with a crack in her vocalisation. I had a intuitive feeling her middle watered behind her sunglasses.

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

"Don't worry, Jack, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a male parent for a few minutes, 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 gum 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 hummer despite the ceiling buff directly overhead.

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A loud, booming crack of lightning struck very close to rest home, waking me up. Hard rainfall pounded the metal cap of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sail 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 Asiatic American Waspy Negroid African grandchild on the way to bang. Oh My God….

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I thought about my life : broke, insolvent, lawsuits, foreclosures, depression.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of bar !


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