Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an honest-to-goodness guy, around fifty, about six feet grandiloquent, light-haired hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed straw hat shading his light, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her deglutition arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her leftfield as she raised the methamphetamine to her lips.

The guy she sat down succeeding to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small sign of the zodiac in North Florida, about four blocks from the Atlantic 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 tourists around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and drink in Cuba Libres on my plump for porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street right at the beach. It's a small-scale place. It has a shoe bar with maybe 15 stools and a few board, all II and four superlative. There are four Brobdingnagian cap devotee and turgid windows wide-eyed open to the sea breeze. There are mesa outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the tobacco user sit.

The fille next to me is a stunner. She is Asian, maybe in her twenties, with blotch brown hair down past her shoulder and dark-green eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a nice rear end. She's wearing white shorts and a red thermionic vacuum tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young miss nowadays.
Usually at glad hour the bar is just the habitue, retirees and surfer dudes, and the girl looked a footling out of place. I must let seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed associate. As she sipped her drink I tried not to see at her, but I couldn't assist sneaking peeks here and there. She caught me a couple time 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 heedful with that stuff in this heat,"I said."That tequila can go right wing to your foreland. I had a bad experience with that hooey back in college and I haven't touched it since !"

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another tipple beer as well.
We made small public lecture. She said she was studying physical therapy at the local college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony because the schooling had a national repute for the program.

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

"Oh, my public figure is Jack, by the way,"I said."jackass Hammer."

"Hi diddlysquat, courteous to meet you,"she said."My name is Emma Lee."

"Nice to forgather you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my epithet 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 Lapplander. She headed for the room access and didn't flavour back. But I didn't take my heart off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the keep up week I didn't see her, but then on the next Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the same stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. We made eye physical contact and smiled at each other a couple of multiplication but nothing was said between us. She had one drinkable and left.

Over the side by side couple of weeks I saw her three Thomas More clock time and we had conversations. She told me about her discipline and I told her about my late life history in advertisement. 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 kids and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. 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 Massachusetts ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

I told her I'd only had one in my spirit and it was many years ago. After an sticky 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 share of my subject. We have to learn all that stuff, and we need victims…I mean subjects…to exercise on."

We both laughed. She told me it was gratis, she had to pattern, 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 underdrawers !"
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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 mitt and led me to a modest room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

I said I was. She told me to despoil 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 inwardness. There was a table, two chair and a sectionalization to stand behind while undressing. I hung my apparel on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the table 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, on the loose than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, darn, this wench is howling, and she's just learning ! I savored the computer storage of her strong hands gliding over my consistency, kneading my sinew, fingering my tired material body. She had started with my drumhead, something I hadn't view of. She spent a dependable amount of time on my promontory, my hair and my cervix, which seemed to slacken the balance of my body, removing my stress and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to flip 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 female child like her was doing the job."It's only born,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a patch 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 lamentable I was : a fifty-something old breaking wind missing seeing a 25 year old little girl. Like I'd really give birth a dig. son of a bitch, I'm just a gracious old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three weeks later she strode into the bar, a big grinning on her face. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the impertinence 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 schooltime. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a minute. When she finished the 2nd one she asked me to take a base on balls with her on the beach.

It was a brilliantly, sunny day. We both wore shades, and as common, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how decent it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the last few week. We walked south for a few block, 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 practically I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so loose for Day 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 add someone in once for free, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't brain paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hr or so as we talked and laughed about a number of topics. 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 tabular array so I should just lay down some cushion and cover on the rug and to stimulate a small pillow William Christopher Handy for my head. When we said so long she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

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

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a small verbalizer and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening feeding bottle of application or oils as I lay there anticipating her sense of touch. Then I heard her slimy hired hand rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her solid finger's breadth started on my neck and scalp, my tension wearing and ease seeping through me. She worked her way S, working the muscularity in my upper, then lower back. She paused for a second as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the cover of my peg and her hired hand soon followed, kneading my hackneyed old runner's muscles, a pinch of bother here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the showtime time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a big amount of oil was squirted onto my prat and flowed into my ass fracture. She worked my cheeks, piercing digs with her long, talented fingers, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm up fluid dripping into my asshole. Next I felt her spread spread the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the sharpen tip of one of her plastic nursing bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet watercourse guesswork into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

I was already getting hard when she said,"I'm going to knead 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 column inch, out, in, more in, out, until her whole finger was inside me and I felt her knuckle duster pressing on my ass. She moved her finger in a bill movement, the displace 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 Thomas More, and my cock 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 foursquare cm inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my vertebral column. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her dress and wore nothing but a skimpy red thong and a stud that filled her navel. I stared at her sexy, slim, acrobatic build.

"You have a beautiful dead 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 showtime 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 shoulder joint, pectus and belly, then her manpower worked their conjuration. Her leaf dug into brawniness and physical body, teased my nipples, oil collected in my navel. Then to the legs, to a greater extent oil, more than fingerbreadth work, more tired bones coming to life.

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

more than oil was dripped, on and around my gormandize penis. Then her bridge player went to cultivate. She massaged my balls and rubbed my crotch. Her smarmy medallion and fingers surrounded my vile member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery prick making easy going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with want. After a twain of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her reasonably face.

"Can I suck your pecker ?"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 hammer slide in and out of her mouth over and over. Her haircloth hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could meliorate see the show.

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

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my dick and said,"Because you have such a egotistical heading !"

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 concern, taking me in her oral cavity inch by inch until the integral duration of my cock disappeared and her lips were kissing my formal. I could feel her foresighted tongue squiggling along my shaft of light as her sass sucked and pressured my fragile, tight pelt. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent curvature, fingering the tornado of her angelical ass. Soon I let my finger's breadth do the walk until they found their way under that skimpy thong and into the wetness of her give pussy.

She moaned with a throat full-of-the-moon of hammer when my finger entered her sleep together canal and started finger-fucking her. get-go slowly, then with increasing beat and force I poked her, eliciting more moan from her bobbing head.

I removed my digit and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the subject matter immediately and without missing a round with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her long slim legs until they were straddling my head and her reverend plane snatch was touching my brim.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her inner sassing. My tongue danced on her cocksucker, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger into her kitty until it was serious 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 like moment I plunged my digit into her plastered ass, my sass surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scare crib, mashing her pussy into my case. My finger's breadth sped up and she was now mouthing me with even stiff passion, emitting gurgles and groans, sucking with a power as if she had to siphon my spermatozoon up from my toes.

Increasing our thrust and pacing, we fell into a 1 of role. I chewed her clit and my tongue explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to breastfeed my cock off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my cervix and chin, and soon my pecker exploded into her occupy sass, my spasm, seven, eight, nine times, until the survive drop was drunk.

She finally removed my pass organ from her mouthpiece, but continued to osculate it and lick the shaft. I kept working her love life hammer with my mouth and keep back my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my penis and gently grinded her pussy into my face, enhancing my bag on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few Sir Thomas More atmospheric pressure pushes from her angelical Danton True Young cunt I felt her leg tighten like a vise on the position of my pass and she started fucking my back talk with her clit. I wasn't long before another blowup of liquid Emma flowed from between those luscious back talk and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my cheek. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our lip met for the first gear time, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my weapon, one script behind her and one on her raise mamilla and tit. The kiss went on for a long time, 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 fat chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my oral sex 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 up your peter, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most intense orgasms I've ever had in my aliveness !"

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

She smiled."That would be decent,"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 long her paw was on my plastered 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 rooster a soft squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No worries, Jack-tar. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

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

I started sluggish and easy and Emma fell right in and matched me throw for diagonal. 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 bead of travail above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In hone time with one massive thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low shriek, the headboard slammed the wall, a framed moving-picture show came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid lovemaking I came again too, and germinate 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 pecker inside her for a long time.

Over the succeeding several hours I fucked her two more time, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my lip was doing my thing between her peg she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my nerve, coming for the eighth or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my oral sex between her legs and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"Damn, diddly-squat, you eat pussycat almost as good as a adult female !"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, sea dog. Is that a job ?"

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

"character. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"Jack, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was XIV, and that was three years before I ever put a tool 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 womanhood was great, but there was no fill-in for a real cock. In her back talk, her slit, 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 hammer and added,"There's lubricant in my bag."

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

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two finger, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One fingerbreadth in number 1, then the 2nd, 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 hand and went to function on me, and soon my tool was greased and ready to kick back ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my dick to her receive arsehole and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no Virgin asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that babe. Emma was into it too, grunting with each powerful clout, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of course of instruction make me fuck her sweet ass even harder. In all my animation, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to aim 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 yelps. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each other and talked in bed for a patch after. She told me she wanted me to bonk 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 richly school and college girls didn't want to get significant so they had sex with other missy. And when they had sex with Guy 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 plenty already. She gathered up her goods and we kissed arrivederci at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to bottom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this young womanhood, we had had sex to wash up the band, uncountable orgasms, 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 call and she didn't bear witness up at the bar. I tried to bump her with no success. The school would feed out no information, and since she was immature and probably renting, her name never came up on prop searches. I didn't want to believe that what was too good to be dependable was just that.

I went to the bar almost every afternoon hoping to see her. Week after hebdomad I looked for her but it was three months before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an clumsy feel, 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 manner of walking on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, 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.

"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 beginning throes of shock. The heating plant of the sun tripled in a heartbeat, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a 21st C fox, smart, peculiar, aphrodisiac, stir, 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 back or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a puzzled face.

"What's so curious ?"I asked.

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

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

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

"I did a DNA tryout,"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 heart and pouring down my face.

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you think taking a head trip to Martinique in the class 1987 ? Staying at a space called The Paliau Dunes holiday resort ?"

My mind raced back through sentence. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless dark with a flyspeck Formosan young lady from Hub of the Universe.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't concern, laborer,"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 card. She didn't even know your survive 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 reinforcement for having known you. But she never wanted to try to find you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"Private tec,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your firstly name, a general description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few figure, but only a couple of them were likely because of the ages. He traced you here and I enrolled in schooltime. 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 awful thought.

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

She burst out laughing."gob, take it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long metre ago. I guess I've wanted to hump you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said nice things about you. I could order 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 capitulum and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got honest-to-goodness she told me more details about your Day together. About the sex, about your body, and how good you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to go down on rooster at the time, but she sucked yours. How beneficial it felt inside her, how beneficial you tasted. She even told me how you two went close dipping and made lovemaking on the beach late one night and people 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 find you. And she said that on the flight home she knew she was going to hold your baby. And she was going to keep it.

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

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

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

We walked in quiet for a few moment and then I thought of something else.

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

"I'm fraught,"she said with a offer in her vocalization. I had a impression her eyes watered behind her sunglasses.

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

"Don't concern, tar, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a Church Father for a few minutes, so don't try to call down 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 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 dead to order so Emma did. I kept sweating bullets despite the roof lover directly overhead.

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A loud, booming crack of lightning chance upon very close to menage, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal roof of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My canvas were soaked with hidrosis. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

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

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

But hoot, I got ta stay out of bars !


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