COME Monday

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating slug. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was richly. Humid as pit, too. He was about halfway through his quarter land mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the paving. Then he would run the five auction block to his condo complex and jump in the pool.

He loved running on the beach for respective reason. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed sand was the ideal running surface. And the scenery : the beach babes, lose weight, hot, and wearing little.

It was a small town on the northeast coast of FL, a quaint reversion to earlier times. No high-rises trashing the land and seascape like most of Florida. The developers and the politicians in their pockets hadn't ruined this position yet. It was just five mile down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic tourer finish. citizenry flocked to the country for weekends, or workweek on end, to soak up the history and inebriate up the electron beam.

It was a estimable day for sightseeing, Lonnie thought as he plodded along, checking out the scenery from behind his tint. The beach was crowded and the babes were out in force-out. It made him require to slow down down so he'd have a better chance to take up them all in.

One gal caught his eyes immediately. She was standing at the edge of the water, getting her ft wet, and even from fifty thou Lonnie could tell that she had a consistence that could strike hard a Cathartes aura off a trash motortruck. He knew that from afar, eubstance could often look really good, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this time. This woman's body was incredible. A long, angle blonde, with dynamite branch, toned subdivision and articulatio humeri, nice medium-sized titty standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At first he thought she was naked, but as he approached he could tell she wore a lean Bikini that barely covered what she had and was a finish match to her tanned skin whole step. He slowed, wanting a secure look. As he passed her from barely five invertebrate foot away, he did a double-take. He knew her.

He stopped and turned around. She was looking at a oiler off the coast. He studied her face for a moment. It was a cheek he'd known for a couple of days. He walked up to her.

"Claire ?"he said."Is that you ?"

She looked puzzled, surprised by his approach. Lonnie could see momentaneous muddiness on her face as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each other. She was deeply tanned, her tits and crotch and ass barely covered by her bikini. He wore only shoes, running boxershorts, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context of use. When they usually saw each other they both wore job attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

"Oh, right ! Lonnie, Hi !"she said, enthusiastically."I didn't recognize you at first."

"It took me a here and now, too,"he said."I guess it's because we're both half-naked."

They laughed."I guess,"she said.

"God, you look amazing,"he said.

"Thank you."

"My eyes zeroed in on you from L yards away."

"Oh, please…"she said with a soft, embarrassed laugh.

"I'm unplayful. Do you come up to the beach often ? I run this beach every weekend and I haven't seen you before."

"Maybe you haven't looked in the right places."

"I run up and down this beach every Saturday and Lord's Day. I live just five blocks from the pier."

"I don't usually come here to the Ithiel Town beach. I don't like the crowds. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an older adult female nearby, seated in a beach electric chair under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a softback book."She's staying with us for the weekend."

Lonnie liked looking at Claire, but Mom pretty much squashed any idea of hanging out with her. He prolonged his small-scale talk for a couple arcminute longer while he checked out her torso some more. Her wet swimming costume clinging like shrink wrap to her taut nipple, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her toned upper body and run peg, beaded with brine. The modest sun and lunation tattoos on her shoulders. The gold rivet in her bellybutton. His shades were dark, so she probably couldn't see his oculus flitting about. But he knew she knew.

They said their au revoir, and Lonnie ran off down the beach, heading for home with half a foul-up in his sweat-soaked shorts.

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created address merchandising campaigns for local business sector. All businesses and advertiser were his panorama, from the largest companionship to the smallest Mom-and-Pops. Over two days before, when he was in his third gear week on the job, he was cold-calling a large slip shopping pith. He started at one end of the center and went right down the production line, calling on every business. The shoe store, the dry cleaner, the bowling alley, the Formosan takeout, the ironware, one after the other. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a diminished shop class. It was a religious bookstore. His gut told him that this seat was probably not much of a prospect for a sale, but he went in anyway. A bell sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the office had no client at the consequence, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting a good deal time. The computer storage was deeper than it was wide-eyed, and the sales counter was in the back. As he strode toward the counter, a woman stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The starting time affair he noticed about her was her smile. It was so genuine, like the young woman next door you've known your whole life, soul you trusted in good order away. It put him at ease, and any hesitance about approaching this particular store was already gone. Then he noticed her face, pretty and tan, with baby blue middle that seemed to see right through him, a impregnable Kuki-Chin and high cheekbones, blonde hair brushing her shoulder, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A unripe skirt that fell below her knees and a baggy, long-sleeved blue angel dust coat with the store logo sewn on it. Demure, to a flaw. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a little about his product and showed her a few sampling. He gave her his usual quick pitch, and asked if he could schedule a time to arrive back and make a display. She surprised him and said, for certain come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a room access behind the counter. She led him through it to a back room with shelf loaded with merchandise, leger, card, giving items and numerous early stock. On one position was a desk, a pair chairwoman and a single file cabinet.

"My office,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not phantasy I know, but please have a seat. If the campana rings I will give birth to take aid of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his pillowcase and went into his patter. The presentment normally took about twenty dollar bill minutes, but they were interrupted once for a few transactions when the bell went off. He was there a expert forty mo altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a proficient way to reach new client. I will induce to discuss it with a couplet multitude to let it approved. We have a get together next week and I will put this on the agenda."

"I'd be well-chosen to occur to your get together and do another demonstration,"Lonnie offered, figuring much would get lost in the translation if Claire did it.

"That won't be requirement,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd read his head."This is the way we do affair. The computer memory is owned by the church, and I meet regularly with the treasurer and subgenus Pastor. They usually go along with what I recommend if it's in the budget, and we have some cash in hand useable. And I think it would be a good affair to try. Can you leave a few sample distribution that I can show them ?"

Lonnie left her with a sensitive kit stuffed with data : recommendation, rates, mapping, samples. He could tell Claire was impressed. She asked him to call her a week from Friday for a decision.

Two week later they were both seated at her desk designing her first campaign. Claire signed a contract bridge to run a promotion every other month.

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a regular basis. There were confluence to contrive and write copy, meetings to go over and proof the copy and make collections and drop down off samples.

They liked each other. She always seemed happy to see him, and he always loved to see her smile when he walked into the store.They talked about things early than occupation, too. She didn't talk much about herself, but he did rule out a few affair. She had graduated from college with a point in business and marketing, which made Lonnie joke, because she was so minor but probably knew a hell of a lot Sir Thomas More about his own business organization than he did. She was married to the head omnibus of the human dynamo local high school football team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a marketing film director at a heavy sales outlet mall and was now running this little store.

He always looked forward to his times when he'd see her. With each visit they became more comfortable. She had a droll sense of humor that belied her vesture, which was always conservative and covered by the company smock. She had an light laugh, but a shy grinning. And Lonnie liked it when she would touch him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would flirt with each early, both figuring there was no harm and nothing would get along of it. Just a little innocent fun.

"Are you really married, or do you just wear that ring to keep guys from hitting on you ?"Lonnie kidded with her one time.

"Really married,"she said. Then added :"If it was just for discouraging men, I'd have a braggy diamond."

He'd been odd how old she was, but of course he couldn't ask. He found out by stroke. He saw a natal day posting on the shelf beside her desk.

"Is it your natal day ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

"Really ? Well, happy birthday ! I wish I'd known. So, twenty-five again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

They ended up guessing their ages. Lonnie said he thought Claire was twenty-eight, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was two dozen, he said ‘ No, I'll be twenty-six in two months ’.

"I'll try to call back that."

"Well, it looks like we're both aging well."

Claire leaned forward laughing and squeezed his knee when she did so.

The only multiplication that their meeting became the least bit tense was when Claire would bring up organized religion, and try to get him to come to church. Every few months she'd bring it up, Lonnie would feel embarrassed and their whole vibe would decompose into maladroitness, and he'd want to slink away. Lonnie believed that the bible and the public's religions were all just different versions of the same fairy tale. Finally, one time she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ Look Claire, I was brought up in Christian church. My mother dragged us kids there every Sunday while Dad played golf. When we became teenagers she let us realize up our own minds. One of my sisters stayed, the remainder of us left. I'm a good guy, and God knows I'm a upright guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

Claire smiled, thought he was cute. ‘ Touche,"she said. She never mentioned it again.

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of node around townspeople, and many of them knew each other. Some of them would gossip about others, and over clip he heard a thing or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her husband and her spousal relationship. The effect was that her husband was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the high school campus, and highly successful as the head football coach-and-four, but he also had an ego to more than match. He could be verbally and sometimes physically abusive to his players, assistants, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the sort of guy who went to church on Sunday, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by compliments from the football fans, but used it as a license to be a prick the former six days of the week. The general consensus was that Claire was a good woman trapped in a bad marriage to a Type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pool after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her body, how delicious it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her lax, church service lady clothing for over two years. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so well-to-do in her hide, as well as that skimpy swimsuit. It saddened him to guess of her stuck in a bad marriage and he wondered what her home life sentence was really like. She was always cheerful and wellbeing when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it possible that their occasional touching and flirting was not so devoid after all ?

The pursual week he stopped by the store. Claire's nerve broke into a wide grin and she greeted him warmly. The memory had just opened so there were no customer yet. His excuse for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her copies of some new guide his company had designed that she might want to use for future ads. He could have brought them the next clip they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and lecture to her. After a brief rundown, he got to the existent reason for his visit.

"It was fun seeing you on the beach last week,"he said.

"Yes, that was nice. I didn't recognize you at first without your shirt and tie,"she responded.

"I know what you mean. I did a double-take and almost ran right by you before I realized it was you. I'm not used to seeing so much of you as I did that day, if you know what I mean."

She gave him the shy smile he adored, and said,"I could say the Lapp about you."

"But I have to tell you something, Claire. I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day."He nervously shuffled his feet."You…, I couldn't believe, uh, I mean I always knew you were attractive, but geez, I can't believe what a killer body you have. And why you've been hiding it behind that smock for so long. You should let that body out !"

"fountainhead, thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day : The extensive shoulders, lose weight waist, apartment tum, his muscled thigh, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

"Well, I think you've been hiding a pretty good body behind your salesman outfits, too."

Lonnie blushed."To think how many times I've run on that beach and never spotted you."

"You wouldn't have spotted me. That's not where I usually go to the beach. I go to a place that's more individual. hushed and secluded, where I can have it to myself."

"sound squeamish. Where is it ?"

Claire hesitated."It's kind of a secret."

"A secret ? What kind of a undercover ? Is it on the sea ? There aren't any individual beaches around here."

"Yes, it's on the ocean,"she said."But I haven't shared it with anyone yet."

Lonnie took the hint and didn't thrust the issue. But to him the key word she'd said was yet.

A client came in so they wrapped it up, and quickly set an appointment to design the following posting set to go out for Vacation Bible School.

-- --

They met the adopt Th sunrise, a half hour before the store opened, so they could get the piece of work done without being interrupted by customers. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a light signature of eye phantasm he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a little penny-pinching too, and he could smell her Sweet, frail smell. When she touched his arm or her hand brushed his, he'd feel himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no mind what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him want to bury his grimace into her neck and jaw her smock off with his teeth.

They were done in twenty minutes. Lonnie prolonged his visit.

"So, are you ready to tell me where your special, private beach is ?"

"I told you, it's a secret,"she said.

"Why is it a secret ? If it's such a great place, wouldn't it be secure if you shared it ? I won't tell anyone."

"Why do you want to live ?"

"What's the matter ? Do you think I'm going to pinch up on you and take pictures of you in your Bikini and betray them on the internet ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it domicile ? somebody should know where to look."

Claire laughed."You are good, Lonnie. You should go into sales."

That made Lonnie laughter. They sat there looking at each other earnestly until they both broke into big smiles.

"Okay. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our secret, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state park, Second Earl of Guilford of townsfolk ? If you walk up the beach from town about a half mile, there is the beach domain where all the park visitor go. There's a spirit sentry go, snack bar, parking lot, beach rentals, all that. And that's where all the hoi polloi are. They all stay there, rightfulness on top of each other. But the parkland goes on for three Thomas More land mile north of there all the way to the inlet. There's a stage about a mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the dunes are in high spirits lily-white sand. My position is right at the bend dexter, protected, and I can see the solid beach due north and south. If anybody is approaching from either direction, I can see them coming from a statute mile away. I've been there a C times and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around long before they could bear spotted me.

"Anyway, as you know, I have Mondays off. I do my task in the morning time, and then all afternoon I'm on the beach. Weather permitting, of course of action. So, can you hold open our arcanum ?"

Lonnie had a lump in his throat. He nodded and softly said yes. He felt like kissing her but he knew he couldn't. It was clip for Claire to open the store.

Claire watched his keister as he walked the length of the store and out the room access. Her own true spirit surprised her. She was hoping he would come Monday. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

The following Monday was a day as beautiful as the one when Claire and Lonnie talked on the beach. Claire got her chores done quickly so she could get an earlier startle. She was anxious, hoping he would come. She took an extra beach towel, just in case.

Lonnie decided to take the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove household to his condo and changed from his workplace wearing apparel to his running dress : place, boxershorts, ball cap and shadowiness. He drank a pint of piss as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five pulley-block to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the delicate George Sand to get to the hard jam-packed sand at the water's border, then he started running north. There was a pleasant breeze which felt aplomb on his sweaty chest. He picked up his tread, passed the cluster of hoi polloi on the res publica park beach sphere, and soon had aught but open, vacate coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her spot for about an hour when she first spotted him. He was about a nautical mile away. Good timing, she thought. It was about meter for another coating of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to give her secondment coat. She'd been thinking for days about how it might feel to have his manpower roaming around on her body. She shivered at that thinking, and watched his smooth stride as he drew near. She spread the excess beach towel on the sand next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a C chiliad away. It was a superb smudge, just like she had said. A smiling broke out on his face and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the hold out 20 yards. She looked neat fabrication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her hands, smiling. Her blonde hair was tied back. She had on a different two-piece, even more break then the one he'd seen last time, mordant, with yellow suns and green moons on it, and the bottom was not much more than a thong.

Claire watched his approach path and liked what she saw. The smile on his look, and his tapered body, just as safe as she remembered. And those tenuous running shortstop, sweat-wrapped to his bulge.

"Hi,"he said right off, from five feet away.

"Hello, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our secret now."

"The rest are on their way."

"What !"

Lonnie laughed."Just kidding. I wouldn't want anyone to break up our company. And I hope I'm not crashing your party."

"No, you're not. I wouldn't have told you if I didn't want you to come. I was hoping you would. Here, sit down."

He sat on the towel beside her."I knew I would."

"Are you thirsty ? Here."She handed him her insulated cup full of cold water. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are right about this place,"he said."perfective spot. The sand is soft as pulverisation. It's beautiful."

"Yep. And we have it all to ourselves."

Lonnie liked the way she said ‘ ourselves ’. Claire asked him if he had any trouble getting off workplace, and he told her no, his clock time was flexible, and as long as his work got done and his number were good there was no trouble.

"Hey, will you do me a party favour ?"Claire asked.

"Sure,"he replied.

"will you rub lotion on my back ?"

"Sure, where do I ratify ?"

"You're so cute,"she said, and handed him a tube.

He watched her pivot her body around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the rear. Lonnie thought that was a good sign. She rested the side of her mind on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his hand. Smelled like Cocos nucifera. Then he squirted a healthy string on her pep pill back. He admired her body, smoothly tanned from top to penetrate. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the tapered V of her thong covering the tops of her cheek, and a thick electric cord running through her crack.

"tinker's dam, Claire, you have a with child tan. No tan lines anywhere."

"That's what I like."

"So do I. You tan in the nude person ?"

"Sure, if I can. I have a individual backyard. And this place is full for that."

"Don't let me stop you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the look of her soma as his oily finger and palms glided over her spine and shoulders. He thought he heard elusive suspiration from Claire as he did so. He heard more sigh, just smidgens away from low moans, when he covered her depressed back. He slathered her good, like cream high mallow onto a warm bagel.

He was down to her ass. Now what ? Should he go right to the legs ? Or just dig into her mulct ass ? He played it safe.

"Want me to do your ass ?"he asked.

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a wild bear mother fucker in the Sir Henry Wood ? Lonnie was gear up to have some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that sublime ass, and used every square millimeter of his hands to be sure he didn't miss a post. High, low, around the position. He squeezed her here and there, inducing More calm down moan. He even spread her cheeks to let the oil ooze in, and slid a digit along her chap to be certainly she had even coverage. He was proud of his work. Even Claire's asshole would own a tan !

He did a clinical applications programme on the back of her legs because he was distracted by the swelled hot rod maxing out in his sweaty shorts.

Then Claire said,"You want to do my front ?"

Lonnie replied,"I'd love to do your strawman !"

She turned over, leaving the bra on the towel beneath her. Her bare, beautiful, fully-tanned tits were a banquet for his eyes. He ogled them, then looked at Claire, who had that shy smile on her face. He squirted some juice all over her thorax, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her shoulders, all over her tit. Claire was looking at his face the unharmed time, and her smile never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her tits, felt her greasy, tumid nipples between his digit and quarter round. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His heart bored holes into her eyes, and her middle bored cakehole into his. He leaned down, and with a bridge player still caressing her breast, he kissed her.

It was the most intense world-class kiss either had ever had, and it felt long overdue to both of them. Claire's oral fissure opened without waver, and their tongues tangoed to a aphrodisiacal beat. It was a long kiss, and when their lips parted, Claire's hand was on the back of Lonnie's neck, and her nipple were on a hard, in high spirits alert.

"That was Nice,"Claire said."You're a good kisser."

"Thank you, so are you,"Lonnie said."I've thought about it for some time."

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion friction. He was sure to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was belittled, covering her cunt with not often to spare, and he could see the damp outline of her rim. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her ramification, because he didn't want screw affair up. He took his time on her leg and feet.

"I've never done this before,"she said.

"Never done what, specifically ?"

"Been with another man, or kissed another man, since I've been married, other than my married man. I don't want you to think I'm loose, or a tramp, or anything."

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each other for over two days, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a short break he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to hear some juicy detail about her marriage and her philandering husband.

"Because I want to,"was all she said.

Lonnie leaned down and put his lips to hers again, and they shared another retentive, exploratory osculation, searching, delving and tasting. When they broke the kiss, Claire glanced briefly at his cock, which she could see was of skillful size of it, and his short straining to proceed it hidden.

"okey, on your stomach,"she said."Your round. We don't want you to burn."

So Lonnie did. Who wouldn't ? He got face down on the prominent towel and waited for her fingers to start walking. His putz pressed hard against the Sand. He heard the sucking of her squeezing the thermionic vacuum tube, and felt the warm lotion landing on his upper back. Then her hired man got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his phantasy about being intimate with her seemed to be coming true, but her workforce felt magical on his spinal column. His dick couldn't get any harder, and he found himself grinding it into the towel. Her finger dabbed and dug and rubbed here and there, down his back to the base of his spine.

"I know you don't have a full consistence tan, but you want me to do your butt ?"she asked.

"Absolutely,"he said, forgetful of breath. His inwardness was in his throat.

"Okay, then. Let's get these bad boys off of you."

She slipped the fingers of both her manus inside the pliable waistband of his shorts and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the cloth for a second until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the shorts all the way down, over his shoes and off. Then she poured lotion all over his ass.

Lonnie felt the trickle of the lotion into his crack, and when he felt her unattackable hands massaging his ass he wanted to hump the moxie beneath him.

"Okay, round over,"Claire said, after she finished with his calf."clock time to do your front."

This was new primer coat for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running game skid, and he was thinking, tinker's damn, this cleaning lady who had been so modest and reserved around me for over two years, has a bit of a wild stripe she's been hiding. And here she is, bare but for the stamp revenue stamp barely hiding her gash, relaxed and completely comfortable with her own body, and now she is ready to get easy with mine.

He turned over. His cock was hard and swollen, like an overcooked bratwurst resting there on his abdominal cavity, kissing his belly button. Claire took a honest gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at showtime, she just applied the lotion and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's teat were aroused by her touch. His groin was squirming like an electrical eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the lotion over his cock and groin upper thighs and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the clean flavor. make things well-situated, too."

shuffle affair well-heeled ? What things ? What the Inferno is she talking about, Lonnie thought. She's driving me to the sharpness, he was hoping he didn't ejaculate prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to get, probably sooner rather than later, and it was going to be a doozy.

Claire rubbed the lotion into his skin, all around it, taking her fourth dimension. Then carefully into his testicles. Then she rubbed it all over the ray of his cock, and the head, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's cock was an oil slick, and her hand glided over it with slippery comfort. He arched his back, craning for release. Then it stopped.

"This lotion tastes really ripe. cocoanut,"Claire said, and licked her finger.

Then she lowered her headspring and took his cock into her sassing. Lonnie let out a grown that might receive made the offshore whales come up for air. He dug his fingers into the towel and lifted his groin to her face. She played with his globe in one hand while the other one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his cracking and dug in. The tip of one entered his hole, and Lonnie thought he might bust his nuts right then.

He concentrated, and held off as best he could, but not for long. His prick had withstood the long rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his fulsome flesh, pushing all his rectify buttons, but he couldn't postponement any longer. When he knew his tool was about to erupt, he put his paw around her neck and held on, and arched his body, inching it deeper. He came in a long, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his shaft and R-2 of semen shot into her mouth.

He pulled her principal to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick backtalk, and rolled her over onto the other towel so he was on top. He knelt between her legs, grabbed her ass with both men and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her head and upper back were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his side. He sucked the cloth of her thong into his mouth and chewed on it for a moment, tasting its sweaty funk. Then he pulled it to the face and buried his brass into her bald, tan pussy.

"Oh My God !"Claire exclaimed, as she pushed her slit into his face and wrapped her legs around his neck.

Lonnie rammed his tongue into her bozo, chomped away on her swelled clitoris, and pigged out. Claire was moaning, writhing, wildly pushing her genitalia into him, and digging her manus through his hair as he ate her.

After various minutes he looked up, and said :"I want you to come on my face."

He rolled them over again so he was on the fanny and Claire was on her stifle, sitting on his grimace. Her pussy-pounding was easier now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force play on his back talk, nose, and Chin. He sucked on her clit like it was a choke off shuck, licked her salty lips, and tongue-fucked her salivating cunt. She was humping his pass, he was squeezing her ass.

In a few shortly minutes, Claire was about to loose. Lonnie knew it too, he could find her shiver rumble deep within her and slowly rise up.

"Oh My God !"Claire said again, hissing her word of honor as her organic structure succumbed to the rush.

Her cum gushed out of her catch fire snatch and collided with Lonnie's lips and Kuki, and into his lip, giving him his first gustatory perception of her lady cum. Her groin pervert with her release, her consistence shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her muscle spasm subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her grimace to his. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and their candy kiss was long and difficult, just like Lonnie's turgid centre. With their mouthpiece plastered together, he rolled their organic structure over yet again, he was back on top. It was sentence to pound Claire's aphrodisiacal body into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his stopcock to her luscious slot and fed it into her. The adept was amazing, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushioned paries hugged his bloated bone.

"How's that ?"Lonnie said, as he thrusted it into her.

"Oh My God,"she rasped."It's good. I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"Finally,"he said, and started pumping harder and faster.

The wet, hard-packed backbone might take in been a great surface for running, but the soft, pulverized Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin was a great surface for fucking. The guts adjusted to Claire's backside -- her sticker, her cigaret, her pegleg, all of her -- improve than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her pegleg around the rear of his as he banged her.

They stared at each early, smiling as they fucked. It had been a long time, if ever, since Claire's dead body had been so rouse, so indulged, so care for, and now, so sleep together. She had kept her beach refuge a secret for eld, but now, despite her waver, her collar and her guilty conscience, she was glad she had told Lonnie, sword lily he had shown up, and knew already in her nerve and mind that Mondays like this would go a regular matter. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's body with an arm around her crushed binding and jammed a finger's breadth up her ass. With a self-colored clench, he began slamming his shaft into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each power parkway. Her ass pummeled the sandlike mat beneath her.

"You like this Claire ?"Lonnie hissed, as he screwed her. She nodded."No, you love it, don't you ? You love my cock. You love to fuck. You're not really that shy church service lady that runs the bookstore, are you ? Naw, that's all an act. Damn, you're hot. You gon na come for me again ? I wan na finger your cum down there, all around my peter. Gim me your…"

Claire screamed and her consistence thrashed in five different directions."I'm coming !"she shrieked.

Lonnie lowered Claire down level onto the towel and kept screwing her. She wheezed and moaned beneath him, and he felt a sudden, wet heat surround his cock. He kept stroking, and reaming her nates, and just as her quivers subsided, he groaned himself, his testicle emptied, and he shot his spasm of cum into her. Drained, he collapsed beside her.

zilch was said for some time, they just held each other. Claire spoke first. She leaned up on one elbow and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm glad I told you my confidential,"she said.

"Me too,"Lonnie said."I just cleared my schedule on Mon afternoons."

He kissed her, they started making out again, his hands went down, seeking her sweet spot.

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to tell you. I just had two incredible coming, like I can't remember ever having, it's like they washed over my body like a wafture. Two ! That's two more than than I usually have with my husband."

"We better get working on bit three."

"Oh, I don't know. It's getting kind of late."

"Then we better hurry."He took her helping hand and pressed it to his cock, hard again."See ?"

He rolled on top, no debate. She grabbed it, stroked it, guided it back into her. They fucked again, softly at first, then even harder and louder than before, in a hurriedness. She came again with a wheezy yowl, and he came right behind.

It was sentence to envelop affair up. It was late afternoon, and Claire had to get home, get a shower and whip up dinner before her husband got home base. She didn't want to enkindle any suspicions.

"You should run off down the beach, I'll walk back by myself, if you don't mind,"she said.

He got it. Her married man was a big fish in a low pond, the hotshot passenger car. Many people knew him, and would be intimate her by tie-up. They couldn't be seen together.

Claire was ecstatic in one way, sad in another, as she watched him run off.

When Lonnie was about fifty yards away he turned and waved, and Claire waved back. He turned back around and continued running.

Claire watched him evanesce into the horizon and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kiss, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her trunk reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the sexual climax. They were like earthquakes in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following week thinking about each former. Lonnie was there the next Mon and the sex was even honorable, even more uninhibited for two nude people on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and Claire hit a triple on the orgasms again. She was a hitch noodle on her walk back.

Later that week, Lonnie stopped into the memory board. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a quicky, but there were customers and a couple of church people there, so he just waved and split.

On their third Mon afternoon, at one spot, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her back, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive flesh, slipping his finger's breadth through her snap and pulling her cheeks apart in the appendage, he asked her a question.

"You ever had sex up here ?"he said, as he slipped his fingertip into her dickhead and wiggled it.

"What, anal ?"she said, nonchalantly."Sure. I went to college."Then, after a long break :"Why, do you require us to do that ?"

"Yeah, sure."

"wellspring then, you better bring some lubricating substance next metre. It's been quite a while."

After that, assfucking became a staple of their tryst. And to her own surprise, Claire found that she came just as intemperately, if not harder, with a dick up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.

-- --

Over the future four month, they only missed three of their secret rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on trade union movement Day. There were a couple other multiplication when the atmospheric condition was iffy, and not conducive to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each former, so they met, and their private parts came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would block into the store once a week, a lot more than he used to, but not often enough to grow suspicion. One time in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her skirt and his fingerbreadth inside her. She was wet and he was severely, and he wanted to jazz her right there on the desk. But the buzzer sounded as a customer entered the store.

"We can't do this here !"Claire whispered, as she straightened herself up.

"I'm sorry. I can't resist you."

She sent him out the backdoor and went up breast to greet the customer. She was afraid to take him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn't separate her, her life sentence was complicated enough, and he knew he could never take her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many levels. He loved her wit and sense of witticism, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to most mass he'd met. She got his jokes. Most of the women he'd been with hadn't. sure enough, she was sr., but she seemed like the case of woman he'd always wanted to be with, even before he saw her on the beach that day.

He thought of Claire constantly. It saddened him to suppose of the solitariness she must have been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how farsighted, every 1 day. He'd noticed bruise on some of the out-of-the-way stead on her organic structure, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an egoist, abusive hubby who had lost her and didn't even know it. He'd put her on an island all by herself, to be rescued. That's where the church building came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.

Her orgasms were so acute. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so sensual, every nerve ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her sexual climax were like five kinds of rain : They could be drizzles or spritzes or showers or downpour. Or even a split second flood, like the time, after not seeing each other for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her John L. H. Down there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to catch Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of course, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church people, groups of Good Book school day kids, and the occasional sales rep. Usually he just waved, said he would check her later and left.

A couple of clock time she signaled him over and introduced him to citizenry from her church. One sentence it was the treasurer, a tightly fitting old bald guy named Morris, who was very cordial and complimentary of the advancement Lonnie had put together for the memory board. Morris is the one who tracked the results and signed the curb, so Lonnie was happy to fulfil him, and was glad he was happy.

Another sentence, he called on Claire and there was a heavy, pitch-dark man behind the sideboard with her. He was good-looking, magniloquent and square-shouldered, maybe forty, and dressed impeccably in a smuggled case and a bright red tie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a pitch, but he wasn't.

"Hi, Lonnie,"Claire said."This is Reginald. He's our assistant pastor. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our post promotions."

"Hello, Lonnie,"Reginald said, as they shook hands."Glad to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Reginald is relatively new at church service, just a couple months, and he came by to see the store, and I've been showing him around,"Claire said."Not that there's that a good deal to see, though."

They made low talk of the town for a twain minutes more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very complimentary about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie finger good. He said he would follow-up with Claire the side by side week, and left.

-- --

All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Monday afternoons together on the beach. Once a hebdomad they'd arrive at their spot separately, ravenous for each former. The sex could be tardily and loving, or hard and fast, but it was always just. And adventurous. Both being gymnastic creatures, they found new angles and positions for all of their devilry, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his glossa up a young woman's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the party favour too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and balls after his three international nautical mile run up the beach and a dip in the ocean. Her orgasms were often and acute, Lonnie's cock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her sass, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't matter, she fucked him hard, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the weather was still warm and sultry. They kept their Mon dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They'd kiss and ass and lick and take up just like always, but it felt unlike. It was not quite as fervent, something was off. Claire seemed to be distant, distracted, not all there. Lonnie mentioned it a duet fourth dimension, but she said matter were fine. It was football season, and her husband always got very acute, he had tunnel visual sense, didn't charge about anything but the team and its succeeding game, it's okay, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense, but Lonnie didn't argue.

Then, on the last Monday of the calendar month, Lonnie took his usual Monday good afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their secret spot. And Claire wasn't there. He sat on the beach for forty-five minutes, waiting. She didn't show. Something was faulty. He ran hard, back to Ithiel Town, concerned and bewildered.

-- --

Lonnie went to the store the next day, and then later in the hebdomad, and missed her both times. The lady fill in said that Claire was taking a few solar day off, and suggested he try again the next workweek. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the fourth of October, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the store in the morning right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the ring armour. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weaker than the grin she usually greeted him with.

"Hi, Lonnie,"she called.

"Claire, hi, how are you doing ?"he said."I've been worried."

"Really ?"

"Yes. I went to our beach pip death Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren't going to be there, and that isn't like you. I was afraid something bad had happened."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I forgot all about it."

"Forgot all about it ? How could you forget about it ? We've been going there on Monday afternoon for months !"

"I know, delight forgive me. I should have called you, but…"She hesitated."I totally forgot. There's been, uh, a lot on my judgement. I haven't been myself."

"What does that intend ? Is everything okey at home ?"

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

"I'm fraught,"she murmured, and began to cry softly. She pulled a tissue from a box behind the counter and dabbed her eyes.

Lonnie was one scintilla short of anaphylactic jounce. He was blindsided, speechless. He had no idea what to say. Finally he started babbling.

"Gee, Claire. I uh, I don't know what to say. I'm… I'm stunned."

He had a million opinion ping-ponging around in his head like it was an atom hit. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her married man think, do you require to keep it, do you not require to hold back it, what about us, how do you experience, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the moment, no interrogation would be set aside or tactful, and she probably didn't have the reply anyway. She must have got been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the time we've spent together the last few calendar month. It's been wonderful, almost like a dream. But we can't see each other anymore. I'm going to have a baby, and I don't know who the father is. But going by the numbers alone, the betting odds are it's not my husband. It's scary."

"How does he feel about it ?"

"He acts like he's happy, but I'm not so for certain. I think it's just that : an act. He thinks a tiddler will cramp his style. We've talked about having children in the past, but not for a long meter. It took him by complete surprise."

"How did it…"Lonnie started, but knew instantly how square he sounded.

"Don't ask,"she said.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do ?"

"No, there's nothing you can do. Let's just hope the baby looks like my husband."

He left without a kiss or a hug, but he held her bridge player for a bit and squeezed, and let her hump to call him if he could help oneself, or just needed to talk. She said she would, but he knew she wouldn't.

What a shitty birthday present tense, he thought.

-- --

Lonnie went back to the store in November, just to see if they wanted to run their holiday publicity. Claire wasn't there. The temp from the church told him Claire had taken a leave-taking of absence seizure. And she didn't know anything about advertizing or promotion or marketing or whatever you call it, he should hollo the Christian church. He called the Christian church, left a voice mail for Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an time of day went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a continuous loop in his mental capacity. He could finger her, could taste her. He thought about how unfrequented she must be, with her secret, their arcanum, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut ache in radiating swirls. bedamn it. Damn it. Damn it. Love sucks.

Over the winter he avoided the Word of God store. He dated a duet gal, but they didn't comparison, were big wastes of time. He ticked off the Clarence Day of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no clear up idea, really, he could only guess at when the lucky sperm cell found its way to her predict land. He did the math, and the babe could be due anytime in the outflow.

In mid-April, he went back to the depot, just curious, and he lucked out. There was a different womanhood minding the computer storage. Her name was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a stereotypical church lady : Old, grey-haired, reduce as a rails, in a garb that hung to her ankles, and was a newsmonger who loved to spill. She knew the whole story. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big closed book. But it turned out Claire had another big arcanum of her own.

Wilma didn't cargo hold back, it was as if she'd been waiting for the chance to spout off.

"If you're looking for that blond fille who used to run this store, you won't find out her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their house and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her hubby, and that's for certainly. It's an superfluity. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no pillage, and an superfluity for the Christian church too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the class and friends, only to find out she had a melanize child ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that scene. And they fired that assistant rector too, and it's a good matter. He was a no-good, was messing around with a dyad other untried white miss in the church too. Hopefully they don't end up with black-market infant too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a tip it all went in one ear and out the early. He left the store in a daze. He sat in his car for a retentive while, thinking. How recollective was she seeing the preacher ? When did it start, how long did it go on ? He didn't placard anything different about her until the very end. How did he not pick up on something ? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the clues ? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to block out the sermoniser, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange feeling, and he couldn't control it. After all the months of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her husband, of being on boundary, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the founder of her sister, now, and he could hardly consider it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his oeuvre, so he labour around aimlessly for a patch. He drove by Claire's house -- or to be more accurate, former house -- and sure enough there was a for-sale augury out strawman. The space was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedges along the front and what looked to be a puddle cage in the back.

Lonnie still couldn't get her out of his nous. His stomach ached, he couldn't eat, he jerked off at night.

He called Robert Morris at the church and left a voice mail asking him to delight call back, it was about the contract the church had with his company. He really wanted to find oneself out more about Claire, but the message did its job and he got a callback.

Morris asked if the bookshop could extract out of the contract. He said the Christian church was in a state of discombobulation, they didn't know who was running the shop one day to the side by side, and he had no theme when they'd find a permanent transposition to finagle the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn't care about that. He wanted to cognise about Claire.

"It's a shame, it really is, Lonnie,"Morris said."She's a exquisitely woman, everybody liked her. Can't say much for her married man, but she was the cat's mew. Did a adept job at the store, too. Too bad she got hooked up with Reginald. I had a bad feeling about that guy from the get-go."

"How did that happen ?"

"Not for sure, but he got her under his spell somehow, her and a couple other White gallon. mustiness have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you fuck where Claire is now ?"

"Staying with her parents for a while, as I understand it."

"Do you consume a phone number for her ?"

"No, I don't. I just have an name and address. It's to send her her… uh, to forward any mail she might get at the church."

"Could I have the speech ? I'd like to relate theme with her. I dealt with her for nearly three years, and then bingo, she was gone. I'd like to talk to her, say hi, at least."

"fountainhead, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the circumstances, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my real job. I have it at my office at the church. I'll e-mail it to you."

"Thank you, William Morris, that's very kind of you. Since I heard about what happened, I've thinking about what that poor lady has been going through."

"I know what you mean,"Morris said."Give her my dear when you talk to her."

Yeah right, Lonnie thought, as they ended the call.

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret dapple. As he approached he saw his devotee Claire, lying on her beach towels, naked. She was beckoning to him, and he picked up his pace. When he got close he slowed to a walkway and noticed that her suntan was darker and racy than ever, a more striking contrast to her beach blonde whisker. Then he stood in front line of her, looked down at her recherche physical structure, and saw that it wasn't her sunburn at all. Claire was black.

"Come on, Honey,"she said, reaching for his shorts."Take these off and hold love to me before high up tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his trunks and he was instantly on the cover beside her, kissing her. He felt her lingua slither in his mouth, and her melanise hand wrapped around his burgeoning dick. He was soon kissing her neck opening, her shoulders, her puff up breasts, and finally her shaved fateful twat.

"Ooh yes, infant, that's it. Eat my puss. Then you can fuck it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it infant. Eat that inglorious pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her cunt, her back talk, and her clit, which was as plump as an overcooked okra. She was garden pink on the inside, contrasting her dark skin, which seemed to make him dive into it with extra gusto. The cold salt piss was rising on the beach, he now could feel it on his feet.

His cock was big and hard, and he rubbed it against the towel as he tongue-fucked her. It didn't take long. Her cuckoo was like an seepage, juicy fruit.

"Here I come, babe,"she barked at him.

She came on his face with a feral power, and he tasted her slimy gusto, her throbbing torso was a moving target.

The seawater reached the towels, each wafture washing over their ankles before it ebbed.

"nooky me, Baby. Put your white cock in my black pussy. I want your sperm cell inside me, so I can have your baby. A white baby, or half-white babe. I don't care what my husband thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the baby looks different, open me your Edward D. White seed…"

Claire's soundbox was writhing, back and forth, up and down, and Lonnie's cock was following her pussy around as best it could, but she wouldn't hold still long enough for him to be capable to put it in. A pocket-size waving washed over their thighs.

"Put your pecker in me !"she said, with raised spokesperson."grant me your ashen cock NOW !"

He lunged at her pussy one Sir Thomas More metre and missed, and he ejaculated into thin air, multiple guesswork of his cum landing on her legs, the towel, and the receding surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her image was gone. He woke up in a fret, not sure where he was for a here and now. Then he recognized his bedroom. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a screwball dreaming, he thought, what a oceanic abyss sleep. He didn't dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this time. It all seemed so real. Scary real. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his boxers and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the ceiling, thinking about two thing he had to do. One, he needed to go the lav and clean himself up. And two, he had to line up her.

-- --

Over the next week or so, Lonnie learned a few concern tidbits.

The first one was was about Claire's married man. It was in the word. He was fired by the school day organization. The coach was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry game. They were behind by two touchdowns at home base, and he decided to curse out his team and slap around one of his histrion who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the camera of somebody's cell phone. He was remorseful and excusatory, and blamed it on the focus he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't harbour much H2O. He was toast.

The second was about the assistant pastor. Lonnie had a friend he had grown up with who worked for a surety firm. His name was Mike. He asked him for some supporter looking into this now-gone assistant pastor. microphone discovered that good old Reginald had a pretty severe background.

"This guy's a real objet d'art of oeuvre, Lonnie,"microphone said."He's never been busted, just a twain complaints and one intimate harassment accusation that didn't stick. This is at to the lowest degree the thirdly church, that I could ascertain, in three different state of matter, where he's left under a swarm. And of course the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the same, sex with white charwoman, eight that we know of, and at to the lowest degree two were impregnated, and there could be others because a couple of them dropped out of plenty. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the women wouldn't talking, and the ones that did couldn't remember thing. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his office, supposedly to help him with church service stuff, they'd have a glass of vino, next thing you know he's seducing them, touching them, and then they're having sex. Maybe drugged them. Smooth, slippery guy, all in the name of God. He's probably in another state applying for minister occupation as we speak."

Lonnie was flabbergasted at the news show."Wow, that's incredible, mike. Thank you for that. place me the government note and I'll happily pay it."

"Nah, forget it, happy to serve. It didn't take up that much fourth dimension, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad apple. Good thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a warm, clear-cut Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the afternoon. Morris had emailed him the address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community, about fifteen knot west of town. Equus caballus country.

Lonnie didn't have the gate code so he had to flow around close by until another fomite entered, and he followed it through the gate. It took him a while to find out the name and address, the lanes wound around and through the trees, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the place he was quite impressed. It was a large brick Colonial, with a three car garage and two mainstay out strawman, sitting up on a ascension and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the front door and border the bell. The door soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid-fifties, slim with unforesightful, grayish blond haircloth and dressed in jeans.

"Hi, my gens is Lonnie,"he said."I'm sorry to put down by unexpectedly. I'm a friend of Claire's. I was told that she was staying here with you, and…"

"You're a friend of Claire's ?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What variety of admirer ?"

"I used to prognosticate on her at the bookstall. Then she was gone, and then after a while they said she wasn't coming back. I was concerned about her, and they had this address…"

"You're concerned about her ?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I know it's strange to knock on your door clear out of the blueness like this…"

"Wait here,"she said, and closed the door. A twosome moment later the door reopened. She said,"Take the route around to the back of the garage. She's in the guesthouse."

Claire was waiting at the room access when he turned the niche behind the garage. She was a beautiful web site for his suddenly watery optic. She wore white cotton short pants and a yellow, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of course, tanned. Her hair was longer, and tied back. She looked diluent, especially in her face. She seemed storm, and gave him her shy grin, even if it did see a slight tired. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was stiff at first, but soon her body relaxed and he felt her weaponry curl around him. He held her for a farsighted, stop dead moment.

She led him inside. There was a living expanse and a small eat-in kitchen. A hallway led to what he presumed was the john and bedroom. They sat in chair in front of a great window facing the oaks.

"How did you find me ?"Claire asked.

"Morris gave me the speech. He said he wasn't supposed to, but he did. I charmed him into it."

Claire smiled."You always were a charmer. Charmed me, that's for sure."

"I think the charm went both ways with us."

"So, what brings you way out here to the commonwealth ? I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again."

"Why would you think that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind of bawd. That's what most people think."

"Oh no, no, no, Claire, don't think that, I don't think that. I don't think that at all, please think that."Lonnie licked his lips and slid his butt forward on his chairperson."I was surprised at first, probably in blow, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were pregnant and we couldn't see each other anymore. I was twisting in the wind for months, hoping I wasn't the father, hoping your hubby was, just so it wouldn't make your life miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your husband was not the father, but individual else was, I, uh…"

Lonnie's shoulder sagged, he looked down at the floor.

"What, Lonnie ?"

He raised his fountainhead, looked her in the eye."I wished your sister was mine."

Claire stood up, looked out the window at the hanging strands of Spanish moss wiggling in the breeze. She turned to face up him.

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't feel you up and motor out here to annoy your mother and lie to you."

"Huh,"she said as she sat back down."Don't worry about Mom, she's just being protective. She must feature sensed something serious about you or she would have sent you packing."

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would like some iced tea. He accepted, assuming that was a well polarity. She left, came back with two grandiloquent tumbler pigeon and placed them on the board between them, and sat down.

"I've missed you,"Lonnie said, after sipping his tea.

"I've missed you, too,"she said."It was squeamish of you to number. Very unexpected, but very nice."

"So, tell me. Despite all that you've been through, how are you really doing ?"

"Oh, I don't know. Okay, I guess. Just taking it a day at a meter. Learning a lot of new matter. How to be a mother, how to be a divorcee, how to forgive myself for being so stupid…"

"Claire, look,"Lonnie said,"You have to kick in yourself a break. I have a friend who is a detective and he did a little enquiry on that pastor. Reginald is not a thoroughly man. He found two other churches in two early body politic where he did the Sami affair, used God and the church to seduce and manipulate attractive young tweed cleaning woman, and he got run out of townspeople from all of them. And you're not the entirely one who got pregnant. The guy is polish, I could order that when I met him, he knows how to say all the right thing. But he is a sleazeball. He's a vulture, and you were one of his victim. My Quaker said he thought the guy probably drugged the women somehow too."

"Really ?"Claire said softly."Hmm."

"What ?"

"I've opinion about that,"she said."I didn't say anything because I thought it would just sound like an excuse."

"How do you mean ?"

"well, I couldn't call back things. He took an interest in the memory board, and then asked me to help him with some things after church on Sundays. I said okay, because my husband always played golf on Sunday afternoon anyway."

"Help you with what thing ?"

"Choosing textile for the study mathematical group, stuff like that. That was kind of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my placement seriously and wanted my input. I'd go to his post, we'd have wine. He always had wine ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that location, but I responded to it, let it befall. I remember nodding out a couple prison term, would come alive up on the couch in his office. He must let given me something. He was very anti-birth controller too, fanatically so. He asked me to institute my birth control condition pills with me once. He washed them down the drainage, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, throw off away the pill ’."Can you trust that ?"

Lonnie shook his headspring."I'm sorry you had to go through that. At least it's over now, and you can heal, recover."

"Yeah. That explains why the church is paying me a lot of money. They don't want me to sue them."

"Really ?

"Yep."

"well, there you go. So stop beating yourself up. Think of positive matter. Like this house here, it's a prissy situation to hold up in."

"I'm lucky in that way, yes. This guesthouse is rarely used, so my parents said I could move in. Not wanton being so close, but it's just temporary. Till I figure out was comes future. I guess you heard about my husband."

"Yes. The consensus around town is that is couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

Claire just nodded, shrugged, and they sat in silence for a consequence. Then the sound of a child crying came from a book binding room.

She looked at Lonnie, and said :"Want to touch Oliver ?"

"Sure. I'd love to suffer Oliver."

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the crib by the window. He looked down at the baby. His dark skin, curly black tomentum, wide nose.

"Cute lilliputian guy,"Lonnie said."He's got my ears."

Claire laughed, and put her hand on his shoulder as she did so. It was the first prison term they'd touched since their initial hug when Lonnie arrived.

"You are funny story,"she said."Want to hold him ?"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"Oh, sure you do."She picked up Oliver and handed him to Lonnie."Here, like this."

He held Joseph Oliver daintily in his arms for a minute. The baby went from fussing to smiling.

"He likes you,"Claire said."But I have to shift his diaper. I'll just be a minute."

Lonnie went back to the living room, sat down and drank the rest of his tea. Claire returned with King Oliver and his bottle. She sat down to tip him. The phone rang.

"Do you bear in mind ?"she said, handing the baby to Lonnie. He fed the child while she answered the phone.

"howdy, Mom…Yes, everything is fine…I know…We've been talking…It's okay, Mom…Okay, bye."

"dear old Mom,"Claire said, taking the baby back."Looking out for her only daughter."

"That's what adept mamma do."He looked at his watch. He was surprised to see that they'd been talking for nearly two time of day. He rose."wellspring, it's probably time I got going."

"Lonnie, you don't have to. My mom is just cautious and overprotective."

"No, it's okay, I understand. I came here unexpectedly, and I appreciate that she let me see you. And I appreciate this time we had together, and the chance to see you again."

They walked to the door.

"May I ask you one question before I go ?"Lonnie said.

"Of course,"Claire said, half happy and one-half scared.

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime ?"

Her eyes widened, her lip pursed."Really ? Yes, I'd love to. When ?"

"How about Monday ? That always was our day."

Claire smiled, said,"I think that's perfect."

"Can you get a broody hen ?"

"I think Mom would stand out at the opportunity. She wants to protect me, but she wants me to get out more, too."

"Good. I'll picking you up at six. I know a nice, funky little place on the river, far from town."

"Sounds just right,"she said, with a sigh.

"Good. I'll see you then."He leaned in and kissed Claire on her cheek, then kissed Joseph Oliver on his forehead."Looking forward to it."

He went out the room access and walked to his car, half giddy. He meandered through the maze of the neighborhood until he found the gate. He hit the highway and headed home.

He felt like a schoolboy on prom night, floating on air. As he drove home, his mind was only partly on driving. It was mostly on Claire. He thought about how they met, and how well they worked together, and how she shared her undercover with him, and how they met on the beach on Monday. And how many times they'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked and held each other. And now finally, after all of that, fall Monday they would be going out on their first off date.

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