COME MONDAY

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating heater. It was late on the Saturday morning time of monument Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth international nautical mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the sidewalk. Then he would run the five pulley block to his condo complex and jump in the pool.

He loved running on the beach for several reasons. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed grit was the ideal running control surface. And the scenery : the beach babes, slim, hot, and wearing little.

It was a small town on the northeast sea-coast of Florida, a quaint reversion to former clip. No high-rises trashing the land and seascape like most of Florida. The developers and the politician in their air hole hadn't ruined this place yet. It was just five miles down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic holidaymaker finish. masses flocked to the area for weekends, or weeks on end, to intoxicate up the history and dowse up the rays.

It was a good day for sightseeing, Lonnie thought as he plodded along, checking out the scene from behind his tincture. The beach was crowded and the baby were out in force. It made him want to slow down so he'd have a better chance to take away them all in.

One gal caught his optic immediately. She was standing at the sharpness of the water, getting her metrical unit wet, and even from 50 yards Lonnie could assure that she had a eubstance that could bump a buzzard off a trash truck. He knew that from afar, bodies could often look really honorable, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this time. This woman's body was incredible. A long, lean blond, with dynamite legs, toned arms and articulatio humeri, nice medium-sized titties standing straight out. Slim and gymnastic, just his character. At initiative he thought she was bare, but as he approached he could tell she wore a skimpy Bikini that barely covered what she had and was a close match to her tanned tegument tone. He slowed, wanting a ripe expression. As he passed her from barely five feet away, he did a double-take. He knew her.

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

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

She looked puzzled, surprised by his overture. Lonnie could see momentary confusion on her face as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each other. She was deeply tan, her tits and crotch and ass barely covered by her two-piece. He wore only place, running shorts, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context. When they usually saw each other they both wore concern attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

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

"It took me a moment, 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, obstruct laugh.

"I'm serious. Do you come 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 field places."

"I run up and down this beach every Saturday and Dominicus. I live just five blocks from the pier."

"I don't usually come here to the town beach. I don't like the crowds. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an old woman nearby, seated in a beach president under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a soft-cover book 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 talk for a brace minutes longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrap to her taut mammilla, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her toned upper berth organic structure and lean branch, beaded with seawater. The small-scale sun and moon tattoos on her shoulders. The gold studhorse in her navel. His shades were dark, so she probably couldn't see his eyes flitting about. But he knew she knew.

They said their so long, and Lonnie ran off down the beach, heading for plate with half a boo-boo in his sweat-soaked shorts.

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created direct marketing effort for local businesses. All commercial enterprise and advertisers were his outlook, from the gravid companies to the pocket-sized Mom-and-Pops. Over two days before, when he was in his third week on the job, he was cold-calling a large strip shopping center. He started at one end of the center and went right down the line, calling on every business. The shoe store, the dry cleaner, the bowling alley, the Chinese takeout, the computer hardware, one after the other. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a low shop. It was a religious bookstore. His gut told him that this place was probably not much of a candidate for a sale, but he went in anyway. A bell sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the place had no customer at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much time. The storehouse was inscrutable than it was wide, and the sales retort was in the back. As he strode toward the counter, a fair sex stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The first matter he noticed about her was her grin. It was so genuine, like the girl next door you've known your solid animation, soul you trusted rightfulness away. It put him at ease, and any indisposition about approaching this picky store was already gone. Then he noticed her face, pretty and tan, with baby blue center that seemed to see right through him, a strong chin and high gear os zygomaticum, blond hair brushing her shoulders, ivory earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A light-green skirt that fell below her stifle and a baggy, long-sleeved blue sky gaberdine with the store logo sewn on it. Demure, to a fracture. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a small about his products and showed her a few samples. He gave her his common promptly pitch, and asked if he could schedule a fourth dimension to come back and make a demonstration. She surprised him and said, for sure come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a door behind the counter. She led him through it to a back room with shelves loaded with ware, al-Qur'an, cards, gift items and numerous other stock. On one side was a desk, a couple hot seat and a file cabinet.

"My post,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not fancy I know, but please have a stern. If the bell rings I will take to demand care of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his type and went into his spiel. The presentation normally took about twenty arcminute, but they were interrupted once for a few minutes when the buzzer went off. He was there a respectable forty minutes altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a adept way to contact new client. I will give birth to talk about it with a yoke people to have it approved. We have a coming together next week and I will put this on the agenda."

"I'd be happy to come to your meeting and do another demonstration,"Lonnie offered, figuring much would get lost in the translation if Claire did it.

"That won't be essential,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd read his mind."This is the way we do things. The computer storage is owned by the church, and I meet regularly with the financial officer and minister. They usually go along with what I recommend if it's in the budget, and we have some funds available. And I think it would be a sound thing to try. Can you leave alone a few sample that I can evidence them ?"

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

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

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a habitue foundation. There were meetings to contrive and indite copy, meetings to go over and proof the copy and have collecting and discharge 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 other than business, too. She didn't talk a lot about herself, but he did determine out a few things. She had graduated from college with a grade in stage business and marketing, which made Lonnie laughter, because she was so minor but probably knew a hell on earth of a lot more about his own concern than he did. She was married to the head coach of the powerhouse local anesthetic in high spirits school football team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a marketing director at a large outlet mall and was now running this small store.

He always looked forward to his fourth dimension when he'd see her. With each visit they became more comfortable. She had a droll sense of humor that belied her clothing, which was always button-down and covered by the companionship smock. She had an easy laugh, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would tinge him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would toy with each other, both figuring there was no harm and goose egg would come of it. Just a piddling innocent fun.

"Are you really married, or do you just wear that ring to keep guy rope 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 bigger diamond."

He'd been funny how old she was, but of course he couldn't ask. He found out by accident. He saw a natal day lineup on the ledge beside her desk.

"Is it your natal day ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

"Really ? fountainhead, happy birthday ! I wish I'd known. So, XXV again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

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

"I'll try to commemorate that."

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

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

The only times that their coming together became the least bit tense was when Claire would bring up organized religion, and try to get him to occur to church. Every few month she'd bring it up, Lonnie would palpate obstruct and their altogether vibration would decompose into slowness, and he'd want to slink away. Lonnie believed that the bible and the worldly concern's organized religion were all just different reading of the Lapp fairy story. Finally, one meter she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ flavor Claire, I was brought up in church. My mother dragged us small fry there every Billy Sunday while Dad played golf. When we became teen she let us piss up our own thinker. One of my sisters stayed, the eternal rest of us left. I'm a dependable guy, and God knows I'm a good guy. If he wants me, I think he'll seminal fluid after me himself ’.

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

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of clients around town, and many of them knew each other. Some of them would gossip about others, and over time he heard a thing or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her married man and her marriage. The gist was that her husband was not all he was cracked up to be. certainly, he was a big man on the high schooling campus, and highly successful as the head football coach, but he also had an ego to Thomas More than catch. He could be verbally and sometimes physically opprobrious to his players, supporter, and even his married woman. He fooled around. He was the kind of guy who went to church on Lord's Day, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by wish from the football sports fan, but used it as a license to be a prick the other six days of the week. The general consensus was that Claire was a good woman trapped in a bad matrimony to a type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the syndicate after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her body, how yummy it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her unleash, church lady article of clothing for over two geezerhood. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so prosperous in her cutis, as well as that skimpy swimsuit. It saddened him to conceive of her stuck in a bad matrimony and he wondered what her base living was really like. She was always upbeat and well-being when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it possible that their occasional touching and flirt was not so innocent after all ?

The following week he stopped by the store. Claire's boldness broke into a wide smile and she greeted him warmly. The storage had just opened so there were no client yet. His excuse for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her copies of some new guide his companionship had designed that she might desire to use for time to come ads. He could have brought them the next clock time they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talking to her. After a brief summation, he got to the real reason for his visit.

"It was fun seeing you on the beach last calendar 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 rightfield by you before I realized it was you. I'm not used to seeing so very 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 same about you."

"But I have to evidence 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 duster for so long. You should let that body out !"

"Well, 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 broad shoulders, thin waist, savourless stomach, his muscled thighs, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

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

Lonnie blushed."To think how many fourth dimension 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 home that's more private. muted and secluded, where I can make it to myself."

"auditory sensation nice. Where is it ?"

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

"A secret ? What form of a secret ? Is it on the ocean ? There aren't any common soldier 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 push the issue. But to him the key tidings she'd said was yet.

A customer came in so they wrapped it up, and quickly set an engagement to design the side by side mailing set to go out for holiday Scripture School.

-- --

They met the adopt Thursday first light, a one-half hour before the store opened, so they could get the work done without being interrupted by customer. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the written matter. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a idle hint of eye phantasma he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a minuscule stuffy too, and he could smell her sweet, delicate odour. When she touched his arm or her mitt brushed his, he'd flavour himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no idea what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him desire to inter his face into her neck and chew her gaberdine off with his teeth.

They were done in 20 second. Lonnie prolonged his visit.

"So, are you ready to evidence me where your peculiar, private beach is ?"

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

"Why is it a secret ? If it's such a peachy blank space, wouldn't it be better if you shared it ? I won't William Tell anyone."

"Why do you want to know ?"

"What's the affair ? Do you consider I'm going to sneak up on you and adopt pictures of you in your bikini and sell them on the internet ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it dwelling house ? individual should know where to look."

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

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

"okeh. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our secret, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state park, Union of town ? If you walk up the beach from town about a half mile, there is the beach area where all the park visitors go. There's a life safeguard, snack bar, parking lot, beach letting, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right on top of each former. But the parkland goes on for three more international mile north of there all the way to the intake. There's a point about a mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the dunes are high White sand. My daub is right at the plication, protected, and I can see the whole beach magnetic north and Confederate States of America. If anybody is approaching from either charge, I can see them coming from a sea mile away. I've been there a c meter and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around foresightful before they could possess spotted me.

"Anyway, as you know, I have Mondays off. I do my chores in the sunrise, and then all afternoon I'm on the beach. Weather permitting, of course. So, can you keep our enigma ?"

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

Claire watched his behind as he walked the duration of the shop and out the door. Her own rightful flavor surprised her. She was hoping he would total Monday. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

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

Lonnie decided to take the good afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noontide, drove home to his condo and changed from his work clothes to his running attire : brake shoe, drawers, ball cap and spook. He drank a pint of water as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five blocks to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the soft grit to get to the laborious packed sand at the water's sharpness, then he started running north. There was a pleasant breeze which felt aplomb on his sweaty thorax. He picked up his pace, passed the cluster of the great unwashed on the State parkland beach field, and soon had nothing but open, evacuate coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her spot for about an 60 minutes when she first spotted him. He was about a mile away. adept timing, she thought. It was about sentence for another application of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to hold her second coat. She'd been thinking for days about how it might feel to have his hands roaming around on her body. She shivered at that thought process, and watched his placid stride as he drew near. She spread the special beach towel on the gumption next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a C yards away. It was a superb smirch, just like she had said. A smile broke out on his expression and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the last twenty yards. She looked neat lying 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 divulge then the one he'd seen last prison term, black, with chicken Lord's Day and green moons on it, and the bottom was not much Sir Thomas More than a thong.

Claire watched his approach and liked what she saw. The smile on his face, and his tapered body, just as practiced as she remembered. And those flimsy running shorts, sweat-wrapped to his bulge.

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

"how-do-you-do, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our secret now."

"The residuum are on their way."

"What !"

Lonnie laughed."Just kidding. I wouldn't want anyone to crash 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 insulate cup total of cold water. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are aright about this place,"he said."Perfect smudge. The sand is soft as pulverization. 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 oeuvre, and he told her no, his time was flexible, and as long as his work got done and his routine were serious there was no problem.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"Will you rub lotion on my backrest ?"

"Sure, where do I sign ?"

"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 back. Lonnie thought that was a commodity planetary house. She rested the slope of her headway on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his mitt. Smelled like coconut. Then he squirted a sound string on her upper back. He admired her organic structure, smoothly tanned from top to bottom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the taper V of her thong covering the tops of her nerve, and a thick cord running through her crack.

"Damn, Claire, you have a capital tan. No tan argumentation anywhere."

"That's what I like."

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

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

"Don't let me stop you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the flavour of her bod as his oily finger's breadth and palms glided over her back and shoulders. He thought he heard subtle sighs from Claire as he did so. He heard more sigh, just smidgens away from low groan, when he covered her lower back. He slathered her good, like pick cheese onto a warm bagel.

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

"privation me to do your butt ?"he asked.

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a wild bear turd in the woodwind ? Lonnie was fix to have some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that sublime ass, and used every lame millimeter of his hands to be sure he didn't miss a spot. highschool, low, around the position. He squeezed her here and there, inducing more quiet moans. He even spread her cheeks to let the oil gunk in, and slid a finger along her tornado to be indisputable she had even insurance coverage. He was proud of his work. Even Claire's asshole would possess a tan !

He did a clinical application on the binding of her legs because he was distracted by the big hot rod maxing out in his sweaty shorts.

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

Lonnie replied,"I'd passion to do your front !"

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 font. He squirted some juice all over her chest, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her shoulders, all over her titty. Claire was looking at his fount the whole time, and her smile never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her teat, felt her greasy, erect tit between his finger's breadth and ovolo. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His eyes bored holes into her eyes, and her optic bored yap into his. He leaned down, and with a hand still caressing her titty, he kissed her.

It was the most acute first off candy kiss either had ever had, and it felt long delinquent to both of them. Claire's mouth opened without reluctance, and their tongues tangoed to a sexy beat. It was a long kiss, and when their mouth parted, Claire's bridge player was on the rear of Lonnie's cervix, and her nipples were on a arduous, high alert.

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

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his application rubbing. He was sure to be careful around Pussyville. Her flip-flop was diminished, covering her snatch with not much to spare, and he could see the muffle outline of her rim. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her ramification, because he didn't want screw matter up. He took his sentence on her legs 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 husband. I don't want you to guess I'm unaffixed, or a tramper, or anything."

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each other for over two long time, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a brusk pause he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to take heed some juicy details about her marriage and her philandering hubby.

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

Lonnie leaned down and put his lips to hers again, and they shared another long, explorative candy kiss, searching, delving and tasting. When they broke the kiss, Claire glanced briefly at his hammer, which she could see was of full size of it, and his drawers straining to keep it hidden.

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

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

Maybe it was because of his expectancy and that his fantasy about being intimate with her seemed to be coming rightful, but her hands felt magical on his rear. His dick couldn't get any harder, and he found himself grinding it into the towel. Her fingerbreadth dabbed and dug and rubbed here and there, down his binding to the foundation of his spine.

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

"Absolutely,"he said, short of breath. His heart was in his throat.

"OK, then. Let's get these bad boy off of you."

She slipped the fingers of both her manpower inside the elastic sash of his shorts and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the fabric for a second base 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 drip of the lotion into his scissure, and when he felt her firm hands massaging his ass he wanted to bed the George Sand beneath him.

"Okay, number over,"Claire said, after she finished with his calfskin."Time to do your front."

This was new ground for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running brake shoe, and he was thinking, shit, this woman who had been so modest and reserved around me for over two years, has a bit of a wild streak she's been hiding. And here she is, naked but for the postage stamp stamp barely hiding her slash, relaxed and completely comfortable with her own body, and now she is ready to get comfortable with mine.

He turned over. His cock was firmly and swollen, like an overcooked bratwurst resting there on his abdomen, kissing his belly clitoris. Claire took a secure gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at first gear, she just applied the application and started rubbing it into his pectus. Lonnie's nipples were aroused by her touch. His groyne was squirming like an electric eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the lotion over his pecker and groin upper thigh and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the clean and jerk look. brand things easier, too."

make matter easier ? What things ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie thought. She's driving me to the edge, he was hoping he didn't ejaculate prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to add up, 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 metre. Then carefully into his egg. Then she rubbed it all over the ray of light of his cock, and the straits, 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 informality. He arched his rear, craning for release. Then it stopped.

"This lotion tastes really good. Coconut,"Claire said, and licked her finger.

Then she lowered her head and took his shaft into her mouth. Lonnie let out a grown that might give made the offshore hulk come up for air. He dug his digit into the towel and lifted his inguen to her fount. She played with his nut in one hand while the other one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his go and dug in. The tip of one entered his cakehole, and Lonnie thought he might fall apart his nuts right then.

He concentrated, and held off as best he could, but not for long. His cock had withstood the farseeing rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his oily flesh, pushing all his veracious clitoris, but he couldn't wait any longer. When he knew his dick was about to recrudesce, he put his men around her neck opening and held on, and arched his organic structure, inching it profoundly. He came in a long, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his lance and R-2 of ejaculate shot into her mouth.

He pulled her drumhead to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick sass, and rolled her over onto the former towel so he was on top. He knelt between her stage, grabbed her ass with both mitt and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her fountainhead and speed rear were resting on the towel, and her genitals was raised up, and in his face. He sucked the fabric of her lash into his mouth and chewed on it for a bit, tasting its sweaty funk. Then he pulled it to the slope and buried his face into her bald, tan pussy.

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

Lonnie rammed his tongue into her snatch, chomped away on her well up clit, and pigged out. Claire was moaning, writhing, wildly pushing her genitals into him, and digging her hired man through his pilus as he ate her.

After respective second he looked up, and said :"I want you to derive on my face."

He rolled them over again so he was on the bottom and Claire was on her knees, sitting on his nerve. Her pussy-pounding was easier now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding military force on his rima oris, nose, and chin. He sucked on her clit like it was a clogged straw, licked her salty lips, and tongue-fucked her salivating puss. She was humping his head, he was squeezing her ass.

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

"Oh My God !"Claire said again, hissing her words as her eubstance succumbed to the rush.

Her cum gushed out of her ignited puss and collided with Lonnie's sassing and Chin, and into his mouth, giving him his first appreciation of her lady cum. Her groyne wind with her exit, her body shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her spasms subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her typeface to his. She inserted her tongue into his oral fissure and their kiss was long and backbreaking, just like Lonnie's turgid meat. With their mouths plastered together, he rolled their bodies over yet again, he was back on top. It was time to Pound Claire's sexy consistency into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his shaft to her red-hot slot and fed it into her. The sense impression was amazing, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her soften paries hugged his bloated bone.

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

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

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

The wet, hard-packed sand might bear been a swell aerofoil for running, but the balmy, powdery sand was a not bad surface for fucking. The sand adjusted to Claire's backside -- her spine, her butt, her legs, all of her -- better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her wooden leg around the backs 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 body had been so aroused, so mollycoddle, so cherish, and now, so bed. She had kept her beach resort a surreptitious for twelvemonth, but now, despite her hesitancy, her apprehension and her guiltiness, she was glad she had told Lonnie, sword lily he had shown up, and knew already in her tenderness and mind that Mondays like this would become a steady affair. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's consistence with an arm around her lower back and jammed a finger up her ass. With a satisfying grip, he began slamming his cock into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each power drive. Her ass pummeled the arenaceous 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 peter. You love to sleep together. You're not really that shy Christian church noblewoman 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 sense your cum down there, all around my cock. Gim me your…"

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

Lonnie lowered Claire down flat onto the towel and kept screwing her. She wheezed and moaned beneath him, and he felt a sudden, wet warmth surround his hammer. He kept stroking, and reaming her behind, and just as her shudder subsided, he groaned himself, his balls emptied, and he shot his spasms of cum into her. Drained, he collapsed beside her.

aught 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 gladiola I told you my secret,"she said.

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

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

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

"We better get working on number three."

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

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

He rolled on top, no public 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 hurry. She came again with a wheezy yowl, and he came right behind.

It was time to envelop matter up. It was of late good afternoon, and Claire had to get family, get a cascade and slash up dinner before her hubby got dwelling house. She didn't want to raise 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 husband was a big Pisces in a small pool, the ace four-in-hand. Many multitude knew him, and would know her by tie. 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 pass off into the view and already missed him. His well-favored face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his dick inside her, her body reaching blank space it had never been before. And her climax, oh God, the orgasms. They were like temblor in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two naked people on the beach. They did their kickoff sixty-nine, and Claire hit a three-bagger on the orgasms again. She was a wilted bonce on her walkway back.

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

On their third Monday afternoon, at one stop, 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 physique, slipping his finger's breadth through her crack and pulling her buttock apart in the process, he asked her a question.

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

After that, assfucking became a staple of their assignation. And to her own surprisal, Claire found that she came just as hard, if not harder, with a gumshoe up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.

-- --

Over the side by side four months, they only missed three of their secret rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on Labor Day. There were a couple other times when the weather condition was iffy, and not contributory to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each former, so they met, and their genitals came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would stop over into the store once a week, a lot Sir Thomas More than he used to, but not often enough to raise suspicion. One meter in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her skirt and his fingers inside her. She was wet and he was hard, and he wanted to have a go at it her right there on the desk. But the bell 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 front 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 tell her, her life-time was complicated enough, and he knew he could never have her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many stage. He loved her wit and sense of humor, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to most people he'd met. She got his joke. Most of the women he'd been with hadn't. Sure, she was erstwhile, but she seemed like the type 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 think of the loneliness she must bear been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how long, every single day. He'd noticed contusion on some of the out-of-the-way places on her organic structure, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an egocentric, abusive husband 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 service came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.

Her orgasm were so intense. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so sensual, every face ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kinds of rainwater : They could be drizzles or spritzes or showers or cloudburst. Or even a twinkling rising tide, like the clock time, after not seeing each other for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her fine-tune there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to arrest Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of track, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church service people, group of bible school tyke, and the occasional sales agreement rep. Usually he just waved, said he would ensure her later and left.

A distich of times she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church building. One time it was the financial officer, a skinny old bald guy named Esther Morris, who was very affable and gratis of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the memory. Morris is the one who tracked the event and signed the checks, so Lonnie was happy to meet him, and was happy he was happy.

Another time, he called on Claire and there was a large, black man behind the counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and square-shouldered, maybe XL, and dressed impeccably in a black suit and a bright red necktie. 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 mail promotions."

"hello, Lonnie,"Reginald said, as they shook hands."glad to conform to you."

"Nice to meet you too."

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

They made small talk of the town for a duet arcminute more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very costless about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie finger good. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next week, and left.

-- --

All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Mon afternoons together on the beach. Once a hebdomad they'd arrive at their spot separately, wolfish for each early. The sex could be slow and loving, or hard and fast, but it was always good. And adventuresome. Both being acrobatic creatures, they found new Angle and locating for all of their devilry, and did matter they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his tongue up a female child's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and balls after his three mile run up the beach and a dip in the sea. Her sexual climax were often and intense, Lonnie's cock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her mouth, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't subject, she fucked him hard, knowing she would come.

As Sep rolled around, the weather was still warm up and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a variety in Claire. They'd kiss and fuck and lick and draw just like always, but it felt different. It was not quite as fervent, something was off. Claire seemed to be distant, distracted, not all there. Lonnie mentioned it a couplet fourth dimension, but she said thing were ticket. It was football season, and her married man always got very intense, he had tunnel vision, didn't precaution about anything but the team and its side by side game, it's OK, not to worry. It seemed like a square defense, but Lonnie didn't argue.

Then, on the finale Monday of the month, Lonnie took his usual Mon good afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their mystic spot. And Claire wasn't there. He sat on the beach for xlv second, waiting. She didn't display. Something was wrong. He ran hard, back to township, concerned and bewildered.

-- --

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

The following Tuesday was the fourth of Oct, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the store in the morn right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the ring armor. 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 place last Mon 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 dingy about that. I forgot all about it."

"Forgot all about it ? How could you block about it ? We've been going there on Monday afternoons for calendar month !"

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

"What does that mean ? Is everything okey at base ?"

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

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

Lonnie was one smidgen short of anaphylactic shock. 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 sentiment ping-ponging around in his fountainhead like it was an atom smasher. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you want to keep it, do you not need to continue it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so niggling at the moment, no inquiry would be appropriate or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answer anyway. She must bear been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the time we've spent together the last few months. It's been terrific, almost like a dream. But we can't see each other anymore. I'm going to accept a babe, and I don't know who the Father-God is. But going by the numbers racket alone, the 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 sure. I think it's just that : an act. He thinks a child will cramp his style. We've talked about having nestling in the past, but not for a long time. It took him by complete surprise."

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

"Don't ask,"she said.

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

"No, there's aught you can do. Let's just desire the baby looks like my husband."

He left without a kiss or a hug, but he held her hand for a moment and squeezed, and let her have sex to call him if he could avail, 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 computer storage in November, just to see if they wanted to run their vacation promotion. Claire wasn't there. The temporary from the church told him Claire had taken a leave-taking of absence seizure. And she didn't know anything about advertising or promotion or marketing or whatever you call it, he should call the church building. He called the 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 hour went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a uninterrupted loop in his brain. He could feel her, could taste her. He thought about how unfrequented she must be, with her mystery, their cloak-and-dagger, eating away at her sense of right and wrong. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aching in radiating swirls. Damn it. Damn it. imprecate it. dear sucks.

Over the winter he avoided the rule book store. He dated a couple gal, but they didn't compare, were big wastes of time. He ticked off the twenty-four hours of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no light estimation, really, he could only guess at when the lucky spermatozoon found its way to her promised earth. He did the mathematics, and the sister could be due anytime in the give.

In mid-April, he went back to the memory, just odd, and he lucked out. There was a unlike woman minding the memory board. Her public figure was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a stereotypic church peeress : Old, hoar, thin as a rails, in a dress that hung to her ankles, and was a gossip who loved to talk. She knew the whole story. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big arcanum. But it turned out Claire had another big enigma of her own.

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

"If you're looking for that blonde young woman who used to run this store, you won't rule her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their firm and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her husband, and that's for trusted. It's an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no prize, and an superfluity for the church building too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the kinsperson and friends, only to find out she had a black child ! I'd like to be a fly on the bulwark for that scene. And they fired that assistant pastor too, and it's a well thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a distich early untried tweed little girl in the church too. Hopefully they don't end up with black babies too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a point it all went in one ear and out the other. He left the shop in a daze. He sat in his car for a farseeing while, thinking. How long was she seeing the sermonizer ? When did it startle, how long did it go on ? He didn't card anything unlike about her until the very end. How did he not find fault 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 preacher, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange feel, and he couldn't ascendance it. After all the calendar month of thinking about Claire and the hullabaloo she was going through, of despising her married man, of being on edge, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the father of her baby, now, and he could hardly trust it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he drove around aimlessly for a patch. He drove by Claire's home -- or to be More accurate, former house -- and sure as shooting enough there was a for-sale augury out front line. The place was abandoned, but was a Nice house, a one-story stucco with a red roofing tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedges along the front and what looked to be a pond John Cage in the back.

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

He called Morris at the church service and left a voicemail asking him to please call back, it was about the contract the church had with his company. He really wanted to obtain out more about Claire, but the substance did its job and he got a callback.

Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out of the contract. He said the church service was in a United States Department of State of confusion, they didn't know who was running the store one day to the next, and he had no approximation when they'd find a perm successor to make do the office. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn't care about that. He wanted to love about Claire.

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

"How did that happen ?"

"Not for sure, but he got her under his turn somehow, her and a couple other livid gals. Must have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you know where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you have a phone number for her ?"

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

"Could I have the reference ? I'd like to partake al-Qa'ida with her. I dealt with her for nearly three days, and then bingo, she was gone. I'd like to sing to her, say hi, at least."

"Well, 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 genuine job. I have it at my office at the church. I'll email it to you."

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

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

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their unavowed post. As he approached he saw his lover 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 walk and noticed that her suntan was darker and ample than ever, a more discover contrast to her beach blonde hair's-breadth. Then he stood in front of her, looked down at her keen body, and saw that it wasn't her sunburn at all. Claire was black.

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

She pulled down his shorts and he was instantly on the blanket beside her, kissing her. He felt her clapper slither in his mouth, and her black hand wrapped around his burgeoning cock. He was soon kissing her neck, her berm, her swelled titty, and finally her shaved black twat.

"Ooh yes, baby, that's it. Eat my cunt. Then you can fuck it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that pitch-dark pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her cunt, her lips, and her clit, which was as plump as an overcooked gumbo. She was pink on the inside, contrasting her dark cutis, which seemed to make him dive into it with special zestfulness. The frigid salt water was rising on the beach, he now could feel it on his feet.

His dick was big and backbreaking, and he rubbed it against the towel as he tongue-fucked her. It didn't take long. Her twat was like an oozing, juicy fruit.

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

She came on his cheek with a feral force, and he tasted her slimy piquance, her throbbing trunk was a moving target.

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

"Fuck me, Baby. Put your egg white cock in my bootleg pussy. I want your sperm inside me, so I can have your baby. A clean baby, or half-white baby. I don't care what my husband thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the baby looks different, pass me your Andrew Dickson White seed…"

Claire's body was writhing, back and forth, up and down, and Lonnie's cock was following her twat around as Best it could, but she wouldn't hold still long enough for him to be able to put it in. A small wave washed over their thighs.

"Put your cock in me !"she said, with raised vox."break me your white cock NOW !"

He lunged at her twat one more than fourth dimension and missed, and he ejaculated into fragile air, multiple jibe of his cum landing place on her legs, the towel, and the receding surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her mental image was gone. He woke up in a effort, not sure where he was for a moment. Then he recognized his sleeping room. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a softheaded dream, he thought, what a deep eternal rest. He didn't dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this metre. It all seemed so actual. scary real. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his boxer and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the roof, thinking about two thing he had to do. One, he needed to go the bath and clean himself up. And two, he had to regain her.

-- --

Over the adjacent week or so, Lonnie learned a few interesting tidbits.

The outset one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the newsworthiness. He was fired by the school day system. The charabanc was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry game. They were behind by two touchdowns at home, and he decided to curse out his squad and slap around one of his role player who had screwed up an grant on one of the scores. It was all caught on the tv camera of somebody's cellphone telephone set. He was remorseful and apologetic, and blamed it on the focus he was under with his impending divorcement, but it didn't control much water system. He was toast.

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

"This guy's a real piece of workplace, Lonnie,"microphone said."He's never been busted, just a match complaints and one sexual torment charge that didn't stick. This is at least the thirdly church, that I could find, in three different states, where he's left under a swarm. And of course the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the Same, sex with white womanhood, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a couple of them dropped out of good deal. 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 think of affair. He'd palaver them, get them into his berth, supposedly to assist him with church stuff, they'd have a shabu of wine, next affair 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 United States Department of State applying for curate line as we speak."

Lonnie was flabbergasted at the news."Wow, that's unbelievable, mike. Thank you for that. beam me the card and I'll happily pay it."

"Nah, bury it, well-chosen to help oneself. It didn't take up that a great deal time, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad Malus pumila. skilful thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a warm, clear Thursday, and Lonnie blew off study 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 xv mil west of Ithiel Town. Equus caballus country.

Lonnie didn't have the gate code so he had to hang around close by until another vehicle entered, and he followed it through the gate. It took him a while to receive the 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 tower out battlefront, sitting up on a emanation and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the front door and rang the Vanessa Stephen. The door soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive cleaning lady, perhaps in her mid-fifties, slim with short, greyish blonde hair and dressed in jeans.

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What variety of friend ?"

"I used to call on her at the bookstore. 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 occupy about her ?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I know it's unusual to knock on your door crystalise out of the amobarbital sodium like this…"

"Wait here,"she said, and closed the door. A couple minutes later the room access reopened. She said,"Take the path around to the back of the garage. She's in the guesthouse."

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the corner behind the garage. She was a beautiful web site for his on the spur of the moment watery eyes. She wore white cotton boxershorts and a chicken, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of trend, tanned. Her hair was longer, and tied back. She looked thinner, especially in her expression. She seemed storm, and gave him her shy smile, even if it did look a little 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 arms curl around him. He held her for a tenacious, frozen moment.

She led him inside. There was a support area and a small eat-in kitchen. A hall led to what he presumed was the bathroom and sleeping room. They sat in president in front of a large window facing the oaks.

"How did you ascertain me ?"Claire asked.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you call up that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind of whore. 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 believe that."Lonnie licked his backtalk and slid his butt forward on his chair."I was surprised at first, probably in daze, 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 calendar month, hoping I wasn't the Father of the Church, hoping your husband was, just so it wouldn't make your spirit miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your hubby was not the founding father, but somebody else was, I, uh…"

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

"What, Lonnie ?"

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

Claire stood up, looked out the window at the hanging chain of Spanish people moss wiggling in the duck soup. She turned to present him.

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't look you up and drive out here to irritate your female parent and lie to you."

"Huh,"she said as she sat back down."Don't vexation about Mom, she's just being protective. She must ingest sensed something good about you or she would give sent you packing."

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would like some iced tea. He accepted, assuming that was a goodness sign. She left, came back with two tall tumblers and placed them on the mesa between them, and sat down.

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

"I've missed you, too,"she said."It was nice of you to derive. 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 time. Learning a lot of new things. 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 give yourself a rupture. I have a friend who is a tec and he did a little inquiry on that minister of religion. Reginald is not a good man. He found two early church building in two former province where he did the Saame matter, used God and the Christian church to seduce and wangle attractive Cy Young Stanford White woman, and he got run out of townsfolk from all of them. And you're not the only one who got pregnant. The guy is smooth, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the decent things. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his dupe. My acquaintance said he thought the guy probably drugged the women somehow too."

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

"What ?"

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

"How do you have in mind ?"

"fountainhead, I couldn't recollect thing. He took an interestingness in the store, and then asked me to help him with some things after church on Sundays. I said O.K., because my husband always played golf on Lord's Day afternoons anyway."

"Help you with what things ?"

"Choosing material for the study groups, stuff like that. That was sort of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my berth seriously and wanted my remark. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine. He always had wine make. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that position, but I responded to it, let it happen. I remember nodding out a mates times, would awaken up on the sofa in his government agency. He must possess given me something. He was very anti-birth ascendence too, fanatically so. He asked me to convey my parentage ascendence pills with me once. He washed them down the drain, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, hold away the birth control pill ’."Can you think that ?"

Lonnie shook his question."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 whipping yourself up. Think of positive things. Like this firm here, it's a nice place to live in."

"I'm lucky in that way, yes. This guesthouse is rarely used, so my parents said I could displace in. Not gentle being so close, but it's just temp. till I figure out was comes adjacent. 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 quiet for a here and now. Then the sound of a sister crying came from a back room.

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

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

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the trot by the window. He looked down at the baby. His coloured skin, curly disastrous hair, wide nose.

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

Claire laughed, and put her bridge player on his articulatio humeri as she did so. It was the first of all time they'd touched since their initial hug when Lonnie arrived.

"You are rummy,"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 arcminute. The child went from fussing to smiling.

"He likes you,"Claire said."But I have to deepen 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 Joseph Oliver and his bottle. She sat down to feed him. The headphone rang.

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

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

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

"That's what good moms do."He looked at his watch. He was surprised to see that they'd been talking for nearly two hours. 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 OK, 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 opportunity 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 well-chosen and half scared.

"Would you like to induce dinner party with me sometime ?"

Her eyes widened, her mouth 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 sitter ?"

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

"goodness. I'll pick you up at six. I know a nice, funky little office 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 Oliver on his forehead."Looking forward to it."

He went out the door and walked to his car, half giddy. He meandered through the labyrinth of the neighborhood until he found the gate. He hit the main road and headed home.

He felt like a schoolboy on prom Nox, floating on air. As he drove home, his judgement 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 privy with him, and how they met on the beach on Mondays. And how many times they'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked and held each other. And now finally, after all of that, come Mon they would be going out on their first date.

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