Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an older guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blonde hairsbreadth, blue oculus 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 rock. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left hand as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a little sign of the zodiac in due north Everglade State, about four stop from the Atlantic Ocean Ocean, and I walk down to this little position on the beach for happy minute on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many holidaymaker 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 foot of A Street right at the beach. It's a small situation. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen stools and a few tables, all deuces and four tops. There are four immense ceiling devotee and magnanimous windows full open to the sea breeze. There are tabular array outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smokers sit.

The female child next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked dark-brown hair down past her berm and greenish heart. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small bosom and a nice hindquarters end. She's wearing white trunks and a red subway top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young fille nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regular, retirees and surfboarder dandy, and the little girl looked a little out of place. I must have seen her around townsfolk, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drunkenness I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peep here and there. She caught me a brace times and flashed that shy smile.

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

"Right, but you have to be deliberate with that stuff in this heating plant,"I said."That tequila can go in good order 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 local college. She said she'd moved down from MA 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 Jack, by the way,"I said."Jack Hammer."

"Hi Jack, nice to suffer you,"she said."My name is Emma Lee."

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

We talked for a few more minutes, and when she finished her drink she rose from her stool. She said goodbye, it was nice talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't flavor back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her angelic ass until she was out of sight.

For nearly of the following week I didn't see her, but then on the succeeding Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the same faeces when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. We made eye middleman and smiled at each other a twosome of times but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the side by side couple of weeks I saw her three more times and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my old career 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 irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any nipper 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 lifetime growing up in Massachusetts ; her female parent was a nanny which had sparked her interest 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 throw massages."

I told her I'd only had one in my life and it was many old age 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 section of my studies. 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 resign, 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 endure boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the threshold. She was wearing light blue scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a lowly room.

"You make ?"she asked.

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

The room was humble, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the center. There was a table, two chairman and a division to stand up behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the tabular array and waited while smelling herbal scent and listening to new age music.

When I left there an 60 minutes later I felt like a million one dollar bill, looser than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, damn, this chick is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the retentivity of her stiff hired man gliding over my body, kneading my brawn, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my head, something I hadn't thinking of. She spent a commodity amount of time on my head, my haircloth and my neck opening, which seemed to slow down the repose of my body, removing my tautness and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my pes, and then she told me to flip over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say lots, 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 young lady like her was doing the job."It's only rude,"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 manner of walking in. I thought about how hapless I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a twenty-five yr old miss. Like I'd really have a shot. Shit, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one good afternoon about three weeks later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her fount. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down future 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 s one she asked me to take in a walk of life with her on the beach.

It was a bright, gay day. We both wore spook, 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 bed me over the close few weeks. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about various 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 release, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the future hour or so as we talked and laughed about a bit of subject. When we parted we set the date for my massage for three twenty-four hour period hence, a Saturday afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some shock and blankets on the carpet and to take a small-scale pillow Handy for my head. When we said goodbye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

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I had the level all ready when she arrived with her bag of goodies. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blue blue jean cutoffs and her smallish braless titties poking through the fabric of her tan T-shirt. She told me to clean down to my boxers and lie face down, and I did as instructed.

I could get a line Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a minuscule speaker and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of application or oils as I lay there anticipating her hint. Then I heard her slimy hands rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her stiff fingerbreadth started on my neck and scalp, my tension eroding and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way due south, working the muscles in my pep pill, then lower back. She paused for a mo as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the spine of my legs and her hands soon followed, kneading my tired old moon curser's muscles, a arrest of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the first time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a progressive sum of money of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my nerve, piercing digs with her long, talented finger's breadth, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my asshole. following I felt her spread spread out the rim of my sphincter muscle with one hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her charge plate feeding bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warmly oily jet stream shooting 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 fingerbreadth eased into my ass. First an in, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her unit finger was inside me and I felt her knucks pressing on my ass. She moved her fingerbreadth in a flier motion, the terminate 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 more, and my turncock 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's breadth probing and finding every square centimetre inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her wearing apparel and wore nil but a lean red thong and a stud that filled her omphalos. 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 foremost 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 shoulders, chest and stomach, then her hands worked their magic. Her thumbs dug into muscularity and flesh, teased my tit, oil collected in my navel. Then to the ramification, more oil, to a greater extent finger's breadth employment, more tired bones coming to life.

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

More oil was dripped, on and around my congested penis. Then her deal went to exploit. She massaged my balls and rubbed my private parts. Her sebaceous palm and fingers surrounded my wretched appendage and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shaft making easily going for her dexterous hired hand. I swelled with want. After a couple of hour she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her jolly face.

"Can I suck your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. offset she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three column inch more and bobbed her head up and down and I watched my hammer swoop in and out of her mouth over and over. Her pilus hung loose, and I held it in my manus so I could better see the show.

She raised her head and my tool reemerged from between her slim backtalk."You must have a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

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

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her sassing inch by in until the entire length of my cock disappeared and her sassing were kissing my testis. I could find her long tongue squiggling along my shaft as her lip sucked and pressured my dilute, taut skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent curves, fingering the crack 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 open pussy.

She moaned with a throat full of cock when my fingers entered her bonk canal and started finger-fucking her. low gear slowly, then with increasing round and violence I poked her, eliciting More moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my digit and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the message immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her yearn slim leg until they were straddling my head and her sublime shaved snatch was touching my sass.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her intimate lip. My spit danced on her asshole, licking her rubber band rim. I reinserted my index finger's breadth into her pussy until it was good and lubed, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her cocksucker. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the same mo I plunged my digit into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scared crib, mashing her puss into my fount. My finger sped up and she was now mouthing me with even hard heat, emitting gurgles and moan, sucking with a ability as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our thrust and tempo, we fell into a unity of purpose. I chewed her clit and my spit explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her brass as she attempted to wet-nurse my shaft off. She came first, filling my oral cavity and drenching my neck and chin, and soon my pecker exploded into her satisfy mouth, my spasm, seven, eight, nine prison term, until the hold up drop was drunk.

She finally removed my worn out electric organ from her back talk, but continued to kiss it and puzzle out the shaft. I kept working her love mallet with my sass and restrain my fucking finger's breadth in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my penis and gently grinded her puss into my typeface, enhancing my grip on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more than pressure pushes from her sweet young pussy I felt her legs tighten like a bench vise on the sides of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her clitoris. I wasn't long before another outpouring of Liquid Emma flowed from between those delicious lip 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 first time, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored rima oris. As we kissed I took her in my weapons system, one hand behind her and one on her erected teat and tit. The kiss went on for a long meter, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hired man in my hair allowed my mouth to pasture on her fat 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 lactate your cock, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most acute climax 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 number of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before long 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 diffused power play. I swung my physical structure on top of her."No worries, sea dog. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her middle on mine, she grabbed my hard l twelvemonth old pecker and slid it with ease into her piano twenty-some yr old pussycat. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my geartrain into her tunnel.

I started slow and wanton and Emma fell right in and matched me stroking for stroke. Then a footling faster, a niggling harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the paries. I didn't seminal fluid for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw string of beads of sweat above Emma's speed lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In arrant meter with one massive thrust of my hip into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the rampart, a framed picture came crashing to the story and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid erotic love I came again too, and frivol away 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 several hours I fucked her two more metre, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my affair between her ramification she moaned loudly and steadily and said my gens over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my head word between her legs and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"Damn, Jack, you eat kitty almost as proficient as a char !"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, seafarer. Is that a problem ?"

"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."diddlysquat, 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 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 deliver a man."

We kissed and talked for a few transactions. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was not bad, but there was no reserve for a real 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 fetch up what we started."She rubbed my cock and added,"There's lubricant in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lube thermionic valve from her bag on the life 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 beginning, then the endorse, 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 function on me, and soon my cock was greased and make to plain 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 word of my dick to her welcoming asshole and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no virgin shit. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that child. Emma was into it too, grunting with each powerful poke, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of class make me fuck her perfumed ass even harder. In all my aliveness, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to take her ass through the mattress and onto the trading floor. 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 jazz 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 high school and college girls didn't want to get meaning so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with cat 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 adequate already. She gathered up her goods and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

"Thanks, doodly-squat,"she said."You are awesome. See you soon."

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this Young woman, we had had sex to beat the banding, uncountable orgasms, but I knew zilch about her, other than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her sound number.

In the twenty-four hours that followed she didn't margin call and she didn't picture up at the bar. I tried to ascertain her with no succeeder. The school would give out no information, and since she was young and probably rental, her gens never came up on attribute searches. I didn't want to consider that what was too ripe to be true was just that.

I went to the bar almost every good afternoon hoping to see her. Week after hebdomad I looked for her but it was three calendar month before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an inapt feeling, I think we both did, which was understandable 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 surely, and we headed out. nothing was said at commencement, but Emma was first to speak.

"jak, there are some things I want to secernate you. Three affair,"she said.

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

"identification number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off precaution. I think I was in the root throes of shock. The heating system of the sun tripled in a instant, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a 21st century fox, smart, mirthful, sexy, energize, hell, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without cerebration, I reached for her and iron out my back talk against hers. She seemed receptive for a 2nd or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a at a loss face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you intend ?"I asked.

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

This hit me like a tractor prevue broadsiding a Toyota.

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

"I did a DNA mental testing,"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, travail burning my center and pouring down my face.

"Your massage. I took some of your hair. I know someone at schoolhouse who arranged the run. It's irrefutable."

I was too stunned to speak.

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

My mind raced back through clip. I remembered the trip. I went with my booster truncheon. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless Nox with a petite Chinese girl 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 billhook. She didn't even know your last epithet. 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 determine you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"Private investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your outset name, a world-wide verbal description and when you stayed there. The tec came up with a few names, but only a match of them were in all likelihood 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 fearful thought.

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

She burst out laughing."Jack-tar, acquire it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a hanker time ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said nice things about you. I could recount 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 details about your daylight together. About the sex, about your body, and how honest you made her tactile property. She told me you were hung and how she had no thought how to suck cock at the sentence, but she sucked yours. How honorable it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went underweight dipping and made love on the beach late one night and mass 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 discovery you. And she said that on the flight of steps home she knew she was going to have your baby. And she was going to hold open it.

"So that's why I wanted to fuck you, seafarer. For age 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 matter she never did."

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

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

We walked in silence for a few second 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 tierce thing ?"

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

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

"Don't worry, jackstones, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a father for a few min, 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 figure 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 benumbed to order so Emma did. I kept sweating bullets despite the cap fans directly overhead.

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A loud, booming wisecrack of lightning expunge very close to home, waking me up. Hard rain 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 incubus, I thought. To come up out in the eye blink of an eye that I have been a male parent for twenty-some years and never knew it. And with an Asian American Waspy Black African grandchild on the way to boot. Oh My God….

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

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of stripe !


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