daughter walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an old guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, light-haired hair, low center and a wide-brimmed straw hat shading his light, Germanic peel. Seated at the bar, she removed her shades and ordered a margarita on the John Rock. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left hand as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small house in North Everglade State, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little place on the beach for happy hour on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, bury about it, I stay home and drink Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street rightfulness at the beach. It's a belittled plaza. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen stools and a few table, all II and four tops. There are four huge ceiling buff and large windows astray open to the sea cinch. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the stag party sit.

The girl next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked dark-brown hair's-breadth down past her shoulders and greenish centre. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and melt off with medium-small breasts and a decent set up end. She's wearing whiten shorts and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a courteous tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young girls nowadays.
Usually at happy 60 minutes the bar is just the regular, retired person and surfer gallant, and the girl looked a little out of place. I must have seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed comrade. As she sipped her drinkable I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peeks here and there. She caught me a couple time and flashed that shy smile.

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

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

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another gulp beer as well.
We made small talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the topical anaesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony because the school had a national report for the program.

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

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

"Hi diddlysquat, Nice to fulfil you,"she said."My name is Emma Lee."

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

We talked for a few more minutes, and when she finished her toast she rose from her stool. She said goodbye, it was gracious talking to you, and I said the Same. She headed for the room access and didn't smell back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the following calendar week I didn't see her, but then on the future Th afternoon I was sitting on the Saame stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the early side of the horseshoe. We made eye liaison and smiled at each other a couple of clip but nothing was said between us. She had one deglutition and left.

Over the succeeding duad of weeks I saw her three more multiplication and we had conversations. She told me about her subject area and I told her about my other life history in advertizing. She asked me if I watched ‘ Mad Men'on TV but I said no, I'd never seen it. We talked about a lot of things. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any tyke and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Massachusetts ; her female parent was a nanny which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's part of my field of study. We have to learn all that stuff, and we need victims…I think subjects…to practice on."

We both laughed. She told me it was free, she had to exercise, why not me ? Naturally, I accepted. She told me where and we set the time. I asked her if I needed to do anything to prepare.

"ejaculate as you are,"she said."But wear boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing light blue devil chaparral and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a pocket-sized room.

"You set up ?"she asked.

I said I was. She told me to undress down to my short circuit and lie face down on the board and she'd be back in a jiffy.

The elbow room was pocket-sized, maybe ten by dozen, with the massage mesa in the center. There was a table, two death chair and a sectionalisation to endure behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on bait on the lavender bulwark. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal aromas and listening to new age music.

When I left there an hour later I felt like a million bucks, looser than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, damn, this wench is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the retention of her unattackable hired hand gliding over my body, kneading my muscles, fingering my tired material body. She had started with my head, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a well amount of time on my head, my hair and my neck, which seemed to relax the rest of my eubstance, removing my tension and nerves. Then she gradually worked her way down to my fundament, and then she told me to turn over over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say often, but at one point she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty girl like her was doing the job."It's only instinctive,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and think me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd paseo in. I thought about how pitiful I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a twenty-five year old girl. Like I'd really ingest a guess. Shit, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three week later she strode into the bar, a big smiling on her face. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how busy she'd been with school day. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the second one she asked me to take a walk of life with her on the beach.

It was a burnished, cheery day. We both wore tincture, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how nice it had been meeting me and getting to acknowledge me over the last few calendar week. We walked south for a few city block, chatting about various things, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject of the massage came up and I again told her how a good deal I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so loose for days afterward.

"Maybe it's sentence you had another one,"she said.

"Oh, Emma, you don't have to do that."

"I know I don't, but I'd like to. We'll have to do it at your theatre, though. We're only allowed to bring someone in once for free, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hour or so as we talked and laughed about a turn of theme. When we parted we set the day of the month for my massage for three days hence, a Sat afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushion and blankets on the rug and to birth a small pillow handy for my head. When we said goodbye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

I had the flooring all cook when she arrived with her bag of goodies. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with low jean shortcut and her smallish braless breast poking through the framework of her tan t-shirt. She told me to strip down to my boxers and lie aspect down, and I did as instructed.

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a humble speaker and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottleful of lotions or vegetable oil as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her slimed hands rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her strong digit started on my neck opening and scalp, my tensity erosion and liberalization seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the brawn in my speed, then let down back. She paused for a here and now as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the dorsum of my stage and her hired hand soon followed, kneading my run down old runner's sinew, a speck of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the first off time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal amount of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my impertinence, piercing digs with her long, talented digit, groping and pinching and spreading them, the affectionate fluid dripping into my SOB. Next I felt her banquet give the rim of my anatomical sphincter with one helping hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her plastic feeding bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a lovesome oily jet stream shot into my bastard, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

Her long digit eased into my ass. First an inch, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her all fingerbreadth was inside me and I felt her knuckles pressing on my ass. She moved her fingerbreadth in a orbitual motion, the displaced oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking finger going in and out, in and out as I moaned softly in pleasure.

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting more, and my cock was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the blankets beneath me. She stroked me over and over, her slimy, slithering digit probing and finding every square centimeter inside my ass.

She finally withdrew her finger's breadth and patted me on the cigaret."turn of events over,"she said.

I rolled over onto my back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore zilch but a skimpy red lash and a scantling that filled her navel. I stared at her sexy, slim, acrobatic build.

"You have a beautiful body,"I said.

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

I smiled. This was the low gear time I'd heard her use a raunchy Word of God like that, but it turned me on even Thomas More if that was possible.

Then there was more oil. On my articulatio humeri, chest and stomach, then her hands worked their conjuration. Her thumbs dug into muscle and flesh, teased my tit, oil collected in my navel. Then to the legs, more oil, more than finger's breadth workplace, more banal bones coming to life.

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

more oil was dripped, on and around my engorged penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my Lucille Ball and fret my crotch. Her oily palm and fingers surrounded my vile member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery pecker making easy going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with lack. After a match of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my centre already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. first-class honours degree she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her head up and down and I watched my peter glide in and out of her mouth over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could break see the show.

She raised her head and my hammer reemerged from between her thin mouth."You must have a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

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

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

She returned to her business concern, taking me in her mouth in by in until the integral length of my cock disappeared and her lips were kissing my balls. I could experience her long tongue squiggling along my diaphysis as her sass sucked and pressured my thin, taut skin. I placed my bridge player on her ass and massaged her lush curves, fingering the crack of her angelical ass. Soon I let my finger do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy thong and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a throat full of pecker when my fingerbreadth entered her have a go at it epithelial duct and started finger-fucking her. offset slowly, then with increasing rhythm and force I poked her, eliciting more groan from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingers and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the substance immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her farseeing melt off wooden leg until they were straddling my head and her sublime shaven snatch was touching my mouth.

I kissed her smooth phalacrosis and tasted her inner back talk. My tongue danced on her asshole, licking her pliant rim. I reinserted my index finger finger into her pussy until it was practiced and lube, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her asshole. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the same moment I plunged my fingerbreadth into her tight ass, my sass surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud moan and bucked like a pock trot, mashing her pussy into my human face. My digit sped up and she was now mouthing me with even inviolable passion, emitting gurgles and groan, sucking with a superpower as if she had to siphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our thrust and tempo, we fell into a I of purpose. I chewed her clitoris and my lingua explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to suck my prick off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my neck and chin, and soon my cock exploded into her filled oral cavity, my cramp, seven, eight, nine clip, until the last cliff was fuddle.

She finally removed my worn out organ from her mouth, but continued to osculate it and lick the dick. I kept working her love hammer with my mouth and preserve my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my member and gently grinded her twat into my face, enhancing my grip on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushes from her sweet Pres Young cunt I felt her pegleg tighten like a bench vise on the sides of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her clit. I wasn't long before another gush of liquid Emma flowed from between those luscious lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my brass. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our sass met for the for the first time metre, and our tongue plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my subdivision, one helping hand behind her and one on her put up teat and tit. The snog went on for a prospicient time, and when we parted my lip quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her manus in my tomentum allowed my mouth to crop on her fertile chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my head to hers and we kissed some more. Then I laid back beside her and she rested her capitulum on my shoulder.

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

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

She smiled."That would be squeamish,"she said.

In bed we picked up where we left off, me sucking titty in between minute of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before hanker her hand was on my corpse Richard.

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this matter inside me yet,"she said, giving my turncock a soft squeeze. I swung my eubstance on top of her."No worries, manual laborer. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my hard fifty twelvemonth old peter and slid it with easiness into her soft twenty-some year old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my string into her tunnel.

I started irksome and easy and Emma fell right in and matched me throw for accident. Then a short faster, a little harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't come for a patch so we kept fucking, but when I saw drop of sweat above Emma's upper berth lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In perfect time with one massive thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the paries, a cast exposure came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid beloved I came again too, and bourgeon my sperm cell cryptical into her. When it was over I rolled onto my dorsum and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a long time.

Over the future respective hr I fucked her two more times, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my thing between her wooden leg she moaned loudly and steadily and said my figure over and over. After she flooded my facial expression, coming for the eighth or 9th time, she shivered and squeezed my school principal between her legs and pulled me up for a retentive kiss.

"tinker's dam, seaman, you eat kitty almost as unspoiled as a woman !"she said.

I looked at her and with raised brow, and she noticed my surprise.

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girls ?"

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

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

"Type. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"Jack, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating snatch since I was fourteen, and that was three years before I ever put a dick in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to have a man."

We kissed and talked for a few minutes. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with cleaning woman was gravid, but there was no substitute for a material prick. In her mouth, her pussycat, or her ass.

My eyebrows raised again, along with you know what. She nodded and said,"May as well finish what we started."She rubbed my pecker and added,"There's lube in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lube thermionic valve from her bag on the living elbow room floor.

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two finger, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger in firstly, then the second, to widen her. My fingerbreadth plunged into her and she murmured as I spread the goo. Then she pinched some jelly into her hand and went to bring on me, and soon my tool was greased and cook to kick ass.

She flipped onto her abdomen, telling me how she liked it."piece of ass me like a dog,"she said.

She spread her ass for me and I put the caput of my peter to her welcome asshole and pushed. I took it slow but I eased right in. This was no virgin asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that child. Emma was into it too, grunting with each powerful lick, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of class make me sleep together her sweetened ass even harder. In all my spirit, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, involvement was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to motor her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelp. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each other and talked in bed for a while after. She told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass because we had done just about everything else, so why not ?"So you like anal sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in heights schooltime and college missy didn't want to get fraught so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with guys it was a lot of oral and anal.

Eventually Emma said that she had to get going. I didn't ask her where she had to go, I thought I'd embarrassed myself plenty already. She gathered up her trade good and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this young woman, we had had sex to beat the stria, uncountable orgasms, but I knew nothing about her, early than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her phone number.

In the mean solar day that followed she didn't shout and she didn't bear witness up at the bar. I tried to find her with no succeeder. The schooltime would sacrifice out no information, and since she was young and probably renting, her public figure never came up on belongings lookup. I didn't want to conceive that what was too good to be true up was just that.

I went to the bar almost every good afternoon hoping to see her. Week after week I looked for her but it was three calendar month before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an awkward look, I think we both did, which was understandable considering what we'd done together and then there hadn't been a Logos since.

"neediness to take a walk on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, and we headed out. Nothing was said at first, but Emma was first to speak.

"diddlyshit, there are some things I want to recite you. Three things,"she said.

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

"routine one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off safety device. I think I was in the offset throes of shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a twinkling, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a 21st century fox, smart, funny, aphrodisiacal, exciting, hell on earth, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thinking, I reached for her and pressed my backtalk against hers. She seemed receptive for a minute or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a get face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you imply ?"I asked.

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

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you remember taking a misstep to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a situation called The Paliau dune resort hotel ?"

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

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't trouble, Jack-tar,"she went on,"I don't want anything from you."

"But your mother…"was all I could manage.

"She doesn't know about me looking for you or finding you. I always used to ask about my father but she didn't know much. She said you were a nice guy, were big and traveled with a guy named peak. She didn't even acknowledge your last name. She said she'd given you a massage, too. She said she knows she shouldn't have had unprotected sex with you but she couldn't resist. She always said I was her reward for having known you. But she never wanted to try to find you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"buck private police detective,"she said."Mom has no melodic theme. All I knew was your first name, a ecumenical description and when you stayed there. The tec came up with a few names, but only a twosome of them were belike because of the historic period. He traced you here and I enrolled in shoal. I found your house and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

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

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

She burst out laughing."squat, take it easy. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long time ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a teen. Mom always said nice thing about you. I could tell she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

I just shook my head and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got honest-to-goodness she told me more details about your day together. About the sex, about your soundbox, and how good you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no estimation how to suck cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How expert it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made love on the beach late one night and mass were walking by every few proceedings and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the flight dwelling she knew she was going to receive your child. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to fuck you, manual laborer. For old age I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to feel everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to finger one thing she never did."

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

"That finale affair we did,"she said, referring to anal sex.

We walked in silence for a few moments and then I thought of something else.

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

"I'm pregnant,"she said with a crack in her spokesperson. I had a spirit her eyes watered behind her sunglasses.

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

"Don't worry, Jack, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a forefather for a few bit, so don't try to bawl out me okay ? I know I shouldn't have had unprotected sex but I just couldn't resist."She smiled at me. I asked her about the father.

"His name is Moses. He's a forward on the basketball team."

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

"He's black. He's from Nigeria."

We entered the Sandcrab and sat back down at the bar. I was too benumb to order so Emma did. I kept sweating slug despite the ceiling fans directly overhead.

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A loud, booming fracture of lightning struck very close to household, waking me up. Hard rainwater pounded the metal roof of my sign of the zodiac. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My rag were soaked with perspiration. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

I walked to the lavatory and splashed my facial expression with dusty water. I thought about my lifespan : broke, bankrupt, lawsuits, foreclosures, slump.

Compared to my incubus, liveliness ain't so bad after all, I guess.

But damn, I got ta stay out of legal profession !


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