girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an elder guy, around fifty, about six substructure tall, blond whisker, sorry eyes and a wide-brimmed stubble hat shading his luminousness, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the tilt. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left field as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down side by side to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small theater in compass north Florida, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean Ocean, and I walk down to this little place on the beach for happy hour on many weekday good afternoon. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourer around. Weekends, blank out about it, I stay home and pledge Cuba Libres on my vertebral column porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the animal foot of A Street right at the beach. It's a humble berth. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen can and a few tabular array, all 2 and four tops. There are four immense ceiling fans and large windows wide exposed to the sea air. There are board outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the stag party sit.

The young woman next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with mottle brown hair down past her shoulders and light-green eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a nice put up end. She's wearing white boxers and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a skillful tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young young lady nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regulars, retirees and surfer buster, and the girl looked a little out of place. I must cause seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed companion. As she sipped her swallow I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't assist sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple clip and flashed that shy smile.

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

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

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another potation beer as well.
We made pocket-sized talk. She said she was studying strong-arm therapy at the topical anesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts because the school had a national report for the program.

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

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

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

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

We talked for a few more minutes, and when she finished her fuddle she rose from her stool. She said good-by, it was dainty 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 sweetened ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the trace week I didn't see her, but then on the next Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the same pot when she came in and sat at the bar on the former side of the horseshoe. We made eye contact and smiled at each other a pair of prison term but nada was said between us. She had one swallow and left.

Over the future couple of weeks I saw her three More times and we had conversations. She told me about her discipline and I told her about my former 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 things. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly atypical and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any kid and I told her I did not. We talked about vacation. She asked me about the Caribbean Sea, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Old Colony ; her mother was a nanny which had sparked her sake in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you entail ?"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's role of my cogitation. We have to larn all that clobber, and we need victims…I think subjects…to pattern on."

We both laughed. She told me it was gratuitous, she had to exercise, why not me ? Naturally, I accepted. She told me where and we set the metre. 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 light profane scrubs and a big grinning. She grabbed my hand and led me to a small room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

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

The room was small, maybe ten by 12, with the massage tabular array in the center. There was a board, two chairman and a partition to stomach behind while undressing. I hung my dress on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the board and waited while smelling herbal tea 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 life story. I thought, damn, this doll is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory board of her strong manpower gliding over my body, kneading my muscle, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my head, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a good amount of time on my head, my haircloth and my neck, which seemed to relax the rest of my organic structure, removing my tension and restiveness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to tack over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one pointedness 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 fille 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 think me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how pitiable I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a twenty-five yr old young lady. Like I'd really possess a shot. asshole, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three weeks later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her facial expression. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down side by side to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how busy she'd been with schooltime. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second base. When she finished the indorsement one she asked me to get a walkway with her on the beach.

It was a undimmed, sunny day. We both wore shades, and as common, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how overnice it had been meeting me and getting to have a go at it me over the live on few weeks. We walked south for a few stoppage, chatting about various affair, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject of the massage came up and I again told her how lots 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 house, though. We're only allowed to bring someone in once for complimentary, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

"I'm doing it because I want to, laborer, not for the recitation. 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 theme. When we parted we set the engagement 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 carpet and to have a small pillow handy for my head. When we said goodbye she squeezed my manus and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

I had the floor all set when she arrived with her bag of dainty. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blueness jean shortcut and her smallish braless boob poking through the fabric of her tan jersey. She told me to leach down to my boxers and lie side down, and I did as instructed.

I could get wind Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a little speaker unit and soothing euphony was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of application or oils as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her slimy hands 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 wearing and liberalisation seeping through me. She worked her way south, working the muscularity in my upper, then lower back. She paused for a minute 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 down old runner's muscles, a arrest of pain sensation here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calfskin and ankle to my feet. Then she spoke for the foremost time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal amount of oil was squirted onto my behind and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my cheeks, piercing digs with her tenacious, talented fingers, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my asshole. side by side I felt her spread open up the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the narrowing tip of one of her charge card bottles enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a lovesome oily jet stream blastoff into my bunghole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

Her long finger eased into my ass. First an column inch, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her unanimous finger's breadth was inside me and I felt her knucks pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a circular gesture, 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 More, 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 fingerbreadth probing and finding every second power centimeter inside my ass.

She finally withdrew her finger and patted me on the butt end."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 null but a skimpy red G-string and a stud that filled her omphalus. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful body,"I said.

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

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

Then there was Thomas More oil. On my shoulders, breast and stomach, then her custody worked their magic. Her riffle dug into muscle and bod, teased my mamilla, oil collected in my navel. Then to the legs, more oil, more finger work, more tired ivory coming to life.

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

More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged phallus. Then her work force went to make for. She massaged my Ball and itch my fork. Her oily laurel wreath and fingers surrounded my slimy member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shot making well-heeled going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with want. After a duo of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my optic already staring at her pretty 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 column inch more and bobbed her head up and down and I watched my cock coast in and out of her back talk over and over. Her haircloth hung loose, and I held it in my deal so I could better see the show.

She raised her caput and my putz reemerged from between her slender lips."You must birth a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock and said,"Because you have such a vain 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 hair.

She returned to her business, taking me in her oral cavity inch by inch until the entire distance of my peter disappeared and her lips were kissing my balls. I could sense her long tongue squiggling along my barb as her mouth sucked and pressured my thin, taut skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her lush curves, fingering the crack of her mellifluous 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 rooster when my fingers entered her love canal and started finger-fucking her. First slowly, then with increasing rhythm method and strength I poked her, eliciting Thomas More moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingerbreadth and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the subject matter immediately and without missing a pulsation with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her foresighted slim down legs until they were straddling my heading and her idealistic shave puss was touching my lips.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her inside lips. My lingua danced on her asshole, licking her rubber band rim. I reinserted my index number finger into her pussy until it was good and lube, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her shit. 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 loaded ass, my mouth surrounded her puffed-up clit.

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

Increasing our effort and pacing, we fell into a unity of purpose. I chewed her clit and my clapper explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her fount as she attempted to suck my cock off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my cervix and chin, and soon my turncock exploded into her fill up lip, my spasms, seven, eight, nine times, until the end drop-off was fuddle.

She finally removed my spent organ from her mouth, but continued to osculate it and clobber the slam. 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 kitty into my human face, enhancing my adhesive friction on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushes from her sweet young cunt I felt her pegleg tighten like a vise on the slope of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her clit. I wasn't long before another effusion of Liquid Emma flowed from between those pleasant-tasting rim and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my grimace. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our back talk met for the first fourth dimension, and our lingua plowed into cum-flavored lip. As we kissed I took her in my arms, one hand behind her and one on her rear nipple and tit. The kiss went on for a prospicient time, and when we parted my backtalk quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hand in my hairsbreadth 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 head to hers and we kissed some more. Then I laid back beside her and she rested her headspring on my shoulder.

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

I kissed her again."Want to go into the bedroom ?"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 prospicient her mitt was on my Stiff Richard.

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this thing inside me yet,"she said, giving my cock a soft squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No worries, 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 easiness into her soft twenty-some year old slit. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my train into her tunnel.

I started dumb and leisurely and Emma fell right in and matched me apoplexy for stroke. 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 seed for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw beads of effort above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In stark time with one massive stab of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the wall, a framed picture came crashing to the trading floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid sexual love I came again too, and fool away my sperm deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my rear and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my turncock inside her for a hanker time.

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

"hoot, squat, you eat pussy 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 girls ?"

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

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

"eccentric. What eccentric ?"

"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.

"gob, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was 14, and that was three eld before I ever put a putz in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to suffer a man."

We kissed and talked for a few moment. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with womanhood was great, but there was no substitute 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 terminate what we started."She rubbed my cock and added,"There's lube in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lubricant tube from her bag on the keep way floor.

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two finger's breadth, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger in first, then the second, to widen her. My finger's breadth plunged into her and she murmured as I spread the goo. Then she pinched some jelly into her paw and went to crop on me, and soon my tool was greased and ready to recoil 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 forefront of my cock to her welcoming whoreson and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no virginal asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each potent scoke, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of course make me jazz her sweet ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to labour her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelp. 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 have sex 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 meaning so they had sex with other 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 goodbye at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to bottom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this young charwoman, we had had sex to beat the band, uncountable coming, but I knew aught about her, other than her epithet. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her phone number.

In the days that followed she didn't song and she didn't show up up at the bar. I tried to find her with no success. The school would consecrate out no information, and since she was Young and probably renting, her name never came up on property search. I didn't want to believe that what was too estimable 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 month before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an awkward look, 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 necessitate a walk on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure as shooting, and we headed out. zippo was said at starting time, but Emma was first to speak.

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

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

"phone 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 blow. The heat of the sun tripled in a twinkling, and my heartbeat raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, smartness, funny, aphrodisiacal, exciting, inferno, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

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

"What's so fishy ?"I asked.

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

"You're my founding father, you goofball,"she said."That's the second matter I wanted to evidence you."

This hit me like a tractor dawdler broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

"Your massage. I took some of your hair. I know someone at school who arranged the test. 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 place called The Paliau dune haunt ?"

My judgment raced back through time. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Chinese girl from Boston.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't worry, diddly-squat,"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 beak. She didn't even know your shoemaker's last name. She said she'd given you a massage, too. She said she knows she shouldn't have had unprotected sex with you but she couldn't resist. She always said I was her reward for having known you. But she never wanted to try to find you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"buck private investigator,"she said."Mom has no theme. All I knew was your first name, a general description and when you stayed there. The researcher came up with a few epithet, but only a couple of them were likely because of the geezerhood. He traced you here and I enrolled in schooltime. I found your menage and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

"I think I need another drink,"was all I said, still sweating like a rabid dog. As we were walking back to the bar I had a terrible thought.

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

She burst out laughing."jackstones, read it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a retentive time ago. I guess I've wanted to make love you ever since I was a adolescent. Mom always said squeamish affair 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 headway and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me more inside information about your daytime together. About the sex, about your body, and how serious you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no estimate how to take up cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made honey on the beach late one nighttime and hoi polloi were walking by every few transactions and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't breakthrough you. And she said that on the flight home she knew she was going to have your baby. And she was going to hold it.

"So that's why I wanted to roll in the hay you, squat. 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 sense one matter she never did."

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

"That last-place matter we did,"she said, referring to anal sex.

We walked in silence for a few minute 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 voice. I had a feeling her centre watered behind her sunglasses.

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

"Don't vexation, laborer, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a Father-God 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 game team."

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

"He's bleak. He's from Nigeria."

We entered the Sandcrab and sat back down at the bar. I was too numb to order of magnitude so Emma did. I kept sweating bullets despite the roof lover directly overhead.

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A loud, booming crack of lightning struck very close to home, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal cap of my theatre. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My piece of paper 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 of the Church for twenty-some geezerhood and never knew it. And with an Asian American language Waspy Black African grandchild on the way to boot. Oh My God….

I walked to the bath and splashed my brass with frigidness water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, lawsuits, foreclosures, depression.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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