COME MONDAY

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday dawn of memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was luxuriously. Humid as Hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few hour he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five city 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 gumption was the ideal running control surface. And the scenery : the beach infant, slim, hot, and wearing little.

It was a small town on the northeast coast of Florida, a quaint throwback to earlier time. No tower block trashing the land and seascape like about of FL. The developers and the politicians in their pockets hadn't ruined this place yet. It was just five miles down the intracoastal from a college townsfolk, an historic tourist destination. People flocked to the orbit for weekends, or week on end, to rob up the chronicle and surcharge up the rays.

It was a sound day for sightseeing, Lonnie thought as he plodded along, checking out the scenery from behind his shades. The beach was crowded and the babes were out in personnel. It made him need to decelerate down so he'd have a upright prospect to take them all in.

One gal caught his eyes immediately. She was standing at the edge of the water, getting her feet wet, and even from fifty M Lonnie could tell that she had a torso that could knock a turkey vulture off a trash motortruck. He knew that from afar, organic structure could often look really near, but then would get frumpier the finisher he got. Not this time. This womanhood's dead body was incredible. A long, lean blond, with dynamite legs, toned limb and shoulder joint, nice medium-sized boob standing straight out. Slim and gymnastic, just his case. At first he thought she was naked, but as he approached he could tell apart she wore a skimpy two-piece that barely covered what she had and was a shut down match to her bronze hide tone. He slowed, wanting a meliorate aspect. 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 tanker off the slide. He studied her face for a moment. It was a face he'd known for a couple of years. He walked up to her.

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

She looked puzzled, surprised by his glide path. Lonnie could see momentary muddiness on her nerve as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each early. She was deeply bronzed, her tits and genitalia and ass barely covered by her bikini. He wore only shoes, running shorts, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context of use. When they usually saw each early they both wore business attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

"Oh, right ! Lonnie, Hi !"she said, enthusiastically."I didn't pick out 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 oculus zeroed in on you from l yard away."

"Oh, please…"she said with a flaccid, stymy laugh.

"I'm life-threatening. Do you derive to the beach often ? I run this beach every weekend and I haven't seen you before."

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

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

"I don't usually come here to the townsfolk beach. I don't like the crowds. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an older woman nearby, seated in a beach chair 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 thoughts of hanging out with her. He prolonged his small talk for a yoke transactions longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrap to her taut nipple, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her tone upper body and lean legs, beaded with seawater. The modest sun and moon tattoos on her shoulders. The gold stud in her umbilicus. His spectre were sorry, so she probably couldn't see his eyes flitting about. But he knew she knew.

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

-- --

Lonnie worked for a house that created lead marketing military campaign for local anesthetic businesses. All businesses and advertisers were his prospects, from the expectant party to the belittled Mom-and-Pops. Over two years before, when he was in his third base workweek 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 commercial enterprise. The shoe store, the dry cleaner, the bowling skittle alley, the Chinese takeout, the hardware, one after the early. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a small shop. It was a religious bookstall. His gut told him that this billet was probably not much of a nominee for a sale, but he went in anyway. A buzzer sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the spot had no customers at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much meter. The store was abstruse than it was all-embracing, and the sales buffet was in the rachis. As he strode toward the counter, a cleaning woman stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The first affair he noticed about her was her smiling. It was so unfeigned, like the girl side by side door you've known your whole lifespan, person you trusted rightfulness away. It put him at ease, and any hesitancy about approaching this particular store was already gone. Then he noticed her human face, pretty and tan, with baby blue eyes that seemed to see right through him, a impregnable chin and high cheekbones, blond hair brushing her shoulders, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her wear. A super C bird that fell below her knees and a baggy, long-sleeved blue gabardine with the store logo sewn on it. Demure, to a error. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a little about his products and showed her a few sample. He gave her his usual quickly pitching, and asked if he could schedule a time to come back and hit a demonstration. She surprised him and said, indisputable come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a door behind the counter. She led him through it to a rachis room with shelf loaded with merchandise, books, cards, giving items and legion other stock. On one side was a desk, a couple chairperson and a Indian file cabinet.

"My office,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not fancy I know, but please have a seat. If the bell pack I will have to film upkeep of the customers.

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

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a trade good way to reach new customers. I will have to discuss it with a couple people to have it approved. We have a coming together next week and I will put this on the agenda."

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

"That won't be necessity,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd record his mind."This is the way we do things. The store is owned by the Christian church, and I meet regularly with the financial officer and pastor. They usually go along with what I recommend if it's in the budget, and we have some investment trust available. And I think it would be a good thing to try. Can you allow a few samples that I can show them ?"

Lonnie left her with a media kit stuffed with information : testimonials, rates, mapping, sample distribution. He could enjoin Claire was impressed. She asked him to call off her a workweek from Friday for a decision.

Two weeks later they were both seated at her desk designing her get-go crusade. Claire signed a contract bridge to run a promotion every former month.

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a regular basis. There were meetings to project and write copy, meetings to go over and proof the copy and reach collections and shake off 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 affair former than clientele, too. She didn't talk a great deal about herself, but he did find out a few things. She had graduated from college with a degree in business and marketing, which made Lonnie laugh, because she was so modest but probably knew a hell of a lot Thomas More about his own business than he did. She was married to the head double-decker of the human dynamo local anesthetic high shoal football squad, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a marketing managing director at a declamatory exit mall and was now running this niggling store.

He always looked forward to his sentence when he'd see her. With each sojourn they became more comfortable. She had a droll sense of humor that belied her clothing, which was always conservative and covered by the company smock. She had an easy joke, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would stir him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would coquette with each other, both figuring there was no harm and nothing would come of it. Just a piddling guiltless fun.

"Are you really married, or do you just wear that ring to keep cat 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 adult diamond."

He'd been odd how old she was, but of grade he couldn't ask. He found out by accident. He saw a birthday card on the shelf beside her desk.

"Is it your birthday ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

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

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

They ended up guessing their geezerhood. Lonnie said he thought Claire was twenty-eight, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was twenty-four, he said ‘ No, I'll be 26 in two calendar month ’.

"I'll try to remember that."

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

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

The exclusively times that their meetings became the to the lowest degree bit tense was when Claire would land up faith, and try to get him to fall to church. Every few months she'd bring it up, Lonnie would feel embarrassed and their whole vibe would disintegrate into cumbersomeness, and he'd want to slink away. Lonnie believed that the Good Book and the world's religions were all just dissimilar adaptation of the same queer tale. Finally, one clock time she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ Look Claire, I was brought up in church service. My female parent dragged us child there every Sun while Dad played golf. When we became teenagers she let us make up our own mind. One of my Sister stayed, the quietus of us left. I'm a good guy, and God knows I'm a good guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

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

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of customer around town, and many of them love each other. Some of them would shoot the breeze about others, and over time he heard a matter or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her husband and her marriage. The pith was that her hubby was not all he was cracked up to be. indisputable, he was a big man on the heights school day campus, and highly successful as the head football coach, but he also had an ego to more than couple. He could be verbally and sometimes physically scurrilous to his musician, assistants, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the kind of guy who went to church on Dominicus, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by compliments from the football sports fan, but used it as a permission to be a peter the other six twenty-four hours of the week. The general consensus was that Claire was a respectable cleaning woman trapped in a bad wedlock to a Type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pool after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her torso, how luscious it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her light, church service lady vesture for over two years. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so comfortable in her pelt, as well as that skimpy swimsuit. It saddened him to think of her stuck in a bad matrimony and he wondered what her dwelling house life story was really like. She was always cheerful and upbeat when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it possible that their occasional touch and flirting was not so innocent after all ?

The travel along calendar week he stopped by the store. Claire's face broke into a across-the-board grin and she greeted him warmly. The store had just opened so there were no customer yet. His excuse for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her transcript of some new templets his company had designed that she might want to use for time to come ads. He could deliver brought them the next time they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talk to her. After a brief rundown, he got to the real reason for his visit.

"It was fun seeing you on the beach live on hebdomad,"he said.

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

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

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

"But I have to secern 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 think what a orca body you have. And why you've been hiding it behind that smock for so long. You should let that body out !"

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

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day : The broad articulatio humeri, reduce waist, flat breadbasket, his muscled thigh, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

"wellspring, I think you've been hiding a pretty in effect soundbox behind your salesman kit, too."

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

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

"sound nice. Where is it ?"

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

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

"Yes, it's on the sea,"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 Holy Scripture she'd said was yet.

A customer came in so they wrapped it up, and quickly set an appointment to contrive the next mailing set to go out for Vacation Bible School.

-- --

They met the following Th morning, a half hour before the store opened, so they could get the work done without being interrupted by client. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the written matter. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a light touch of eye shadower he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a little closer too, and he could sense her sweet, delicate odor. When she touched his arm or her hand brushed his, he'd feel himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no idea what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him want to sink his face into her neck and masticate her smock off with his teeth.

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

"So, are you ready to narrate me where your particular, private beach is ?"

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

"Why is it a surreptitious ? If it's such a great station, wouldn't it be intimately if you shared it ? I won't William Tell anyone."

"Why do you desire to live ?"

"What's the subject ? Do you retrieve I'm going to sneak up on you and take pictures of you in your bikini and trade them on the cyberspace ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it domicile ? somebody should cognise 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.

"Okay. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our secret, okay ?"He nodded."You know the Department of State green, north of town ? If you walk up the beach from townspeople about a one-half knot, there is the beach surface area where all the Mungo Park visitors go. There's a life guard, snack bar, parking lot, beach renting, all that. And that's where all the hoi polloi are. They all stay there, right on top of each other. But the parkland goes on for three more mi north of there all the way to the inlet. There's a degree about a Roman mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the sand dune are high Patrick White sand. My spot is good at the twist, protected, and I can see the whole beach northward and south. If anybody is approaching from either focus, I can see them coming from a mile away. I've been there a hundred times and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around yearn before they could ingest spotted me.

"Anyway, as you know, I have Mondays off. I do my chore in the first light, and then all afternoon I'm on the beach. Weather permitting, of form. So, can you keep our occult ?"

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

Claire watched his behind as he walked the distance of the entrepot and out the door. Her own true feelings surprised her. She was hoping he would come Mon. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

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

Lonnie decided to ingest the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove home to his condominium and changed from his work clothes to his running attire : shoes, shorts, ballock cap and shades. He drank a dry pint of water supply as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five cube to the wharfage, then onto the beach. He slogged through the diffuse Sand to get to the hard packed sand at the water's boundary, then he started running north. There was a pleasant pushover which felt poise on his sweaty breast. He picked up his pace, passed the clump of people on the DoS park beach area, and soon had nix but open up, abandon coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her spot for about an hour when she first spotted him. He was about a international nautical mile away. honest timing, she thought. It was about time for another lotion of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to go for her second pelage. She'd been thinking for daytime about how it might feel to have his deal roaming around on her consistence. She shivered at that mentation, and watched his still tread as he drew near. She spread the duplicate beach towel on the grit next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a hundred yards away. It was a brilliant spot, just like she had said. A smile broke out on his face and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the hold up twenty M. She looked great prevarication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her hands, smiling. Her light-haired haircloth was tied back. She had on a different two-piece suit, even more revealing then the one he'd seen last sentence, black, with yellow suns and green moons on it, and the bottom was not much more than a thong.

Claire watched his approach and liked what she saw. The grin on his aspect, and his tapered body, just as dear as she remembered. And those thin running shorts, sweat-wrapped to his bulge.

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

"hullo, Lonnie.

"It looks like your mystery is out."

"It's our hugger-mugger now."

"The rest are on their way."

"What !"

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

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

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

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

"You are right about this place,"he said."perfective tense spot. The sand is lenient as powder. 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 work, and he told her no, his metre was whippy, and as long as his work got done and his Book of Numbers were good there was no problem.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"Will you rub application on my cover ?"

"Sure, where do I bless ?"

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

He watched her pivot her eubstance around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the back. Lonnie thought that was a sound sign. She rested the side of her head on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his hired hand. Smelled like coconut palm. Then he squirted a healthy string on her upper back. He admired her consistence, smoothly tanned from top to bottom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the tapered V of her thong covering the round top of her cheeks, and a duncical cord running through her crack.

"red cent, Claire, you have a great tan. No tan air anywhere."

"That's what I like."

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

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

"Don't let me stop you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the feel of her shape as his oily fingers and palms glided over her back and shoulders. He thought he heard elusive sighs from Claire as he did so. He heard more sigh, just smidgens away from low moan, when he covered her lower back. He slathered her good, like cream high mallow onto a warm bagel.

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

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

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a rampantly bear dirt in the woods ? Lonnie was cook to have some fun. He rubbed application all over that sublime ass, and used every feather millimeter of his hands to be indisputable he didn't miss a spot. High, low, around the English. He squeezed her here and there, inducing more quiet moans. He even spread her cheeks to let the oil guck in, and slid a finger's breadth along her crack to be sure she had even coverage. He was proud of his piece of work. Even Claire's asshole would take a tan !

He did a clinical application program on the spinal column of her stage because he was distracted by the vainglorious hot rod maxing out in his sweaty shorts.

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

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

She turned over, leaving the bra on the towel beneath her. Her bare, beautiful, fully-tanned tits were a feast 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 breast, and spread it around, applying it to her cervix, her shoulders, all over her breast. Claire was looking at his font the unharmed time, and her smiling never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her tits, felt her greasy, rear nipples between his finger's breadth and ovolo. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His heart bored golf hole into her middle, and her centre bored holes into his. He leaned down, and with a bridge player still caressing her breast, he kissed her.

It was the most acute first candy kiss either had ever had, and it felt long delinquent to both of them. Claire's back talk opened without hesitation, and their tongues tangoed to a sexy cadence. It was a foresightful kiss, and when their rim parted, Claire's hand was on the dorsum of Lonnie's neck opening, and her nipple were on a hard, high alert.

"That was overnice,"Claire said."You're a unspoiled kisser."

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion rubbing. He was sure to be thrifty around Pussyville. Her thong was small, covering her cunt with not much to give up, and he could see the dampen outline of her sassing. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her pegleg, because he didn't want screw propeller things up. He took his metre 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, early than my married man. I don't want you to call back I'm easy, or a hiking, or anything."

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each other for over two yr, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a short pause he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to pick up 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, exploratory buss, searching, delving and tasting. When they broke the kiss, Claire glanced briefly at his cock, which she could see was of good sizing, and his shorts 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 bombastic towel and waited for her finger to start out walking. His rooster pressed hard against the sand. He heard the suction of her squeezing the tubing, and felt the warm lotion landing on his upper back. Then her work force got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his fantasy about being intimate with her seemed to be coming true, but her deal felt magical on his backbone. 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 back to the base of his spine.

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

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

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

She slipped the finger's breadth of both her hands inside the elastic sash of his shorts and pulled them off, his stopcock snagging on the cloth for a second until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the shorts all the way down, over his place and off. Then she poured lotion all over his ass.

Lonnie felt the dribble of the lotion into his scissure, and when he felt her strong paw massaging his ass he wanted to hump the grit beneath him.

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

This was new ground for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running shoes, and he was thinking, tinker's damn, this woman who had been so lowly and reserved around me for over two long time, has a bit of a risky bar she's been hiding. And here she is, naked but for the postage revenue stamp barely hiding her cut, relaxed and completely well-fixed with her own body, and now she is ready to get well-heeled with mine.

He turned over. His peter was hard and swollen-headed, like an overcooked bratwurst resting there on his abdomen, kissing his belly push. Claire took a ripe gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at first, she just applied the application and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's mammilla were aroused by her touch sensation. His jetty was squirming like an electric eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the application over his cock and groin pep pill thigh and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the plumb feel. Makes affair well-off, too."

Makes affair easier ? What matter ? 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 come, 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 time. Then carefully into his nut. Then she rubbed it all over the jibe of his pecker, and the head, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's hammer was an oil slick, and her hand glided over it with slippery ease. He arched his back, craning for release. Then it stopped.

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

Then she lowered her straits and took his cock into her rima oris. Lonnie let out a grown that might suffer made the offshore whales come up for air. He dug his finger's breadth into the towel and lifted his groin to her case. She played with his ball in one manus while the other one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his gap and dug in. The tip of one entered his cakehole, and Lonnie thought he might break his nuts right then.

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

He pulled her head to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick lip, and rolled her over onto the other towel so he was on top. He knelt between her peg, grabbed her ass with both hands and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her head and upper vertebral column were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his face. He sucked the fabric of her thong into his mouth and chewed on it for a second, tasting its sweaty blue funk. Then he pulled it to the side and buried his face into her bald, tan pussy.

"Oh My God !"Claire exclaimed, as she pushed her goofball into his grimace and wrapped her peg around his neck.

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

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

He rolled them over again so he was on the tush and Claire was on her knees, sitting on his face. Her pussy-pounding was easier now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force on his sass, nose, and Chin. He sucked on her button like it was a clogged wheat, licked her salty sassing, and tongue-fucked her salivating cunt. She was humping his top dog, he was squeezing her ass.

In a few shortsighted bit, Claire was about to unleash. Lonnie knew it too, he could feel her shiver rumble deep within her and slowly rise up.

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

Her cum gushed out of her ignited snatch and collided with Lonnie's sassing and Kuki-Chin, and into his mouth, giving him his first taste of her madam cum. Her jetty wriggle with her spill, her body shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her spasms subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her glossa into his oral cavity and their kiss was long and tough, just like Lonnie's turgid nitty-gritty. With their lip plastered together, he rolled their consistence over yet again, he was back on top. It was metre to pound Claire's sexy soundbox into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his cock to her luscious slot and fed it into her. The sensation was awesome, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushioned rampart hugged his bloated osseous tissue.

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

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

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

The wet, hard-packed sand might own been a keen aerofoil for running, but the easygoing, small-grained backbone was a great aerofoil for fucking. The sand adjusted to Claire's backside -- her rachis, her butt, her legs, all of her -- better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her branch around the dorsum of his as he banged her.

They stared at each former, smiling as they fucked. It had been a long time, if ever, since Claire's consistency had been so aroused, so indulged, so treasured, and now, so fucked. She had kept her beach asylum a undercover for class, but now, despite her disinclination, her apprehensiveness and her guilty conscience, she was glad she had told Lonnie, glad he had shown up, and knew already in her heart and mind that Mondays like this would get a even thing. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's organic structure with an arm around her broken back and jammed a finger up her ass. With a self-coloured 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 might drive. Her ass pummeled the sandlike mat beneath her.

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

Claire screamed and her body thrashed in five different focal point."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 cock. He kept stroking, and reaming her bottom, and just as her quivers subsided, he groaned himself, his clump emptied, and he shot his spasms of cum into her. Drained, he collapsed beside her.

Nothing was said for some time, they just held each other. Claire spoke first. She leaned up on one articulatio cubiti and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm sword lily I told you my secluded,"she said.

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

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

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to say you. I just had two incredible climax, like I can't think of ever having, it's like they washed over my dead body like a wave. Two ! That's two more 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 handwriting and pressed it to his cock, hard again."See ?"

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

It was prison term to roll things up. It was deep afternoon, and Claire had to get home, get a shower and whip up dinner party before her husband got abode. She didn't want to upraise any suspicions.

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

He got it. Her husband was a big fish in a belittled pond, the hotshot bus. Many people knew him, and would know her by connection. They couldn't be seen together.

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

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

Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His openhanded face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his putz inside her, her body reaching plaza it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the coming. They were care seism in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following workweek thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two defenseless mass on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and Claire hit a triple on the orgasm again. She was a limp noodle on her walk back.

Later that workweek, Lonnie stopped into the computer storage. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a band aid, but there were customers and a mates of church multitude there, so he just waved and split.

On their third Monday good afternoon, at one point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her back, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive flesh, slipping his fingers through her tornado and pulling her cheeks apart in the process, he asked her a question.

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

After that, assfucking became a basic of their trysts. And to her own surprise, Claire found that she came just as hard, if not harder, with a tool up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.

-- --

Over the next four months, they only missed three of their closed book tryst. One because of bad weather condition, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on Labor Day. There were a couple other times when the weather was fluky, and not conducive to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each former, so they met, and their genital organ came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would block off into the fund once a hebdomad, a lot more than he used to, but not often enough to grow suspicion. One metre 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 fuck her right there on the desk. But the Alexander Graham 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 rent him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn't recount her, her life was complicated enough, and he knew he could never own 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 virtually people he'd met. She got his jokes. Most of the women he'd been with hadn't. for sure, she was older, but she seemed like the case of adult female 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 forlornness she must have been feeling, and concealment, for who knows how prospicient, every single day. He'd noticed bruise on some of the out-of-the-way plaza on her body, 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 orgasms 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 nerve ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the sceptre of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kind of rain : They could be drizzles or spritzes or cascade or cloudburst. Or even a instant torrent, like the time, after not seeing each former for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her down there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to catch Claire alone at the store. There were customer, of class, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church building hoi polloi, chemical group of bible school day Kyd, and the occasional gross sales rep. Usually he just waved, said he would determine her later and left.

A couple of clip she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church building. One meter it was the treasurer, a weedy old bald guy named Morris, who was very cordial and complimentary of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the depot. Morris is the one who tracked the resultant role and signed the curb, so Lonnie was happy to meet him, and was happy he was happy.

Another time, he called on Claire and there was a magnanimous, grim man behind the heel counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and broad-shouldered, maybe forty, and dressed impeccably in a blacken suit of clothes and a bright red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a lurch, but he wasn't.

"Hi, Lonnie,"Claire said."This is Reginald. He's our assistant minister. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our ring mail promotions."

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

"Nice to run across you too."

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

They made small talk for a couple bit more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very complimentary about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie feel unspoilt. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next workweek, and left.

-- --

All through the summertime, Claire and Lonnie spent their Monday afternoons together on the beach. Once a workweek they'd arrive at their spot separately, starved for each other. The sex could be slow and loving, or hard and fasting, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being acrobatic brute, they found new angles and attitude for all of their devilry, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his tongue up a girl's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and ball after his three stat mi run up the beach and a dip in the ocean. Her orgasm were often and intense, Lonnie's stopcock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her mouth, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't matter, she fucked him hard, knowing she would come.

As Sept rolled around, the atmospheric condition was still warm and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They'd kiss and shag and slug and suck 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 dyad times, but she said things were ok. It was football season, and her husband always got very intense, he had tunnel vision, didn't concern about anything but the team and its next game, it's okay, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense force, but Lonnie didn't argue.

Then, on the last Monday of the month, Lonnie took his usual Mon afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their hole-and-corner spot. And Claire wasn't there. He sat on the beach for forty-five minute, waiting. She didn't appearance. Something was untimely. He ran hard, back to town, concerned and bewildered.

-- --

Lonnie went to the fund the next day, and then later in the hebdomad, and missed her both times. The dame filling in said that Claire was taking a few 24-hour interval off, and suggested he try again the next workweek. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the 4th of October, Lonnie's natal day. He dropped by the store in the morning right hand after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the mail service. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much frail 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 spot live 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 sorry about that. I forgot all about it."

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

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

"What does that imply ? Is everything okay at home ?"

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

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

Lonnie was one smidgeon 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 cerebration ping-ponging around in his head like it was an atom smasher. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you desire to keep it, do you not want to keep back it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the moment, no dubiousness would be reserve or tactful, and she probably didn't have the solvent anyway. She must birth been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the sentence we've spent together the close few calendar month. It's been rattling, almost like a dream. But we can't see each former anymore. I'm going to have a child, and I don't know who the begetter is. But going by the numbers 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 dash. We've talked about having children in the preceding, but not for a long fourth dimension. 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 zippo you can do. Let's just hope the baby looks like my husband."

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

What a shitty birthday nowadays, he thought.

-- --

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

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an time of day went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a uninterrupted loop in his brain. He could feel her, could try out her. He thought about how lonely she must be, with her secret, their mystic, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aches in radiating swirl. Damn it. curse it. maledict it. dear sucks.

Over the wintertime he avoided the book of account storehouse. He dated a couple gallon, but they didn't compare, were big waste product of time. He ticked off the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no clear estimate, really, he could only judge at when the favorable spermatozoan found its way to her promised land. He did the math, and the baby could be due anytime in the spring.

In mid-April, he went back to the store, just funny, and he lucked out. There was a dissimilar woman minding the memory. Her name was Wilma, and she was the paradigm of a stereotypical church madam : Old, gray-haired, thin as a rail, in a clothes that hung to her articulatio talocruralis, and was a rumormonger 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 mystery of her own.

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

"If you're looking for that blonde daughter who used to run this store, you won't find her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their sign of the zodiac and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her hubby, and that's for sure. It's an plethora. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the married man, although he's no dirty money, and an embarrassment for the church too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the phratry and admirer, only to come up out she had a bleak babe ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that shot. And they fired that assistant Pastor too, and it's a good matter. He was a no-good, was messing around with a couple other young white girls 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 breaker 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 farsighted patch, thinking. How foresightful was she seeing the preacher ? When did it start, how long did it go on ? He didn't notice anything different about her until the very end. How did he not pick up on something ? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the clew ? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to block out the sermonizer, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange belief, and he couldn't command it. After all the months of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her husband, of being on edge, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the father of her child, now, and he could hardly believe it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he drove around aimlessly for a while. He drove by Claire's house -- or to be more accurate, old house -- and sure enough there was a for-sale sign out front. The place was abandoned, but was a nice theater, a one-story stucco with a red roofing tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedgerow along the figurehead and what looked to be a pool cage in the back.

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

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

Morris asked if the bookstall could overstretch out of the contract bridge. He said the church was in a state of confusedness, they didn't know who was running the storage one day to the adjacent, and he had no approximation when they'd find a permanent wave replacing to finagle the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a job. He didn't care about that. He wanted to know about Claire.

"It's a pity, it really is, Lonnie,"Gouverneur Morris said."She's a ticket fair sex, everybody liked her. Can't say much for her husband, but she was the cat's meow. Did a proficient job at the computer memory, too. Too bad she got hooked up with Reginald. I had a bad smell about that guy from the get-go."

"How did that occur ?"

"Not for sure, but he got her under his charm somehow, her and a couple other white gal. Must have had a way with the fair sex, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you lie with where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you bear a sound number for her ?"

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

"Could I have the address ? I'd like to touch basis with her. I dealt with her for nearly three years, and then bingo, she was gone. I'd like to lecture to her, say hi, at least."

"wellspring, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the consideration, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my substantial job. I have it at my government agency at the church. I'll email it to you."

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

"I know what you mean,"Morris said."spring her my best when you talk to her."

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret bit. 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 plenteous than ever, a more take contrast to her beach blonde fuzz. Then he stood in straw man of her, looked down at her keen consistency, and saw that it wasn't her suntan at all. Claire was black.

"ejaculate on, dearest,"she said, reaching for his shorts."Take these off and make making love to me before gamy tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his shortstop and he was instantly on the mantle beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his backtalk, and her grim helping hand wrapped around his burgeoning tool. He was soon kissing her neck, her shoulders, her tumesce breasts, and finally her shaved black twat.

"Ooh yes, baby, that's it. Eat my snatch. Then you can sleep together it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that black pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her bitch, her backtalk, and her clitoris, which was as plump as an overcooked okra. She was pink on the inside, contrasting her dark hide, which seemed to ready him plunk into it with extra gusto. The cold Strategic Arms Limitation Talks water was rising on the beach, he now could feel it on his feet.

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

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

She came on his font with a savage force, and he tasted her slimy piquantness, her throbbing torso was a moving target.

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

"Fuck me, sister. Put your white prick in my black pussy. I want your sperm inside me, so I can have your baby. A blanched baby, or half-white baby. I don't care what my husband thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the baby looks different, throw me your white seed…"

Claire's body was writhing, back and forth, up and down, and Lonnie's stopcock was following her pussy around as best it could, but she wouldn't clutch still long enough for him to be able-bodied to put it in. A little wave washed over their thighs.

"Put your cock in me !"she said, with raised voice."pay me your white peter NOW !"

He lunged at her pussy one more sentence and missed, and he ejaculated into slight air, multiple dead reckoning of his cum landing on her pegleg, the towel, and the receding surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her range of a function was gone. He woke up in a sweat, not sure where he was for a bit. Then he recognized his sleeping accommodation. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a crazy dream, he thought, what a deep sleep. He didn't pipe dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this fourth dimension. It all seemed so existent. Scary literal. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his shorts and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the roof, thinking about two things he had to do. One, he needed to go the lavatory and clean himself up. And two, he had to encounter her.

-- --

Over the succeeding week or so, Lonnie learned a few matter to tidbits.

The offset one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the tidings. He was fired by the school organisation. The coach was pissed off at halftime of a big contention game. They were behind by two touchdowns at home, and he decided to curse out his team and smacking around one of his histrion who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the television camera of somebody's cell telephone. He was ruthful and apologetic, and blamed it on the focus he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't make much water. He was toast.

The s was about the assistant minister. Lonnie had a acquaintance he had grown up with who worked for a security measure business firm. His figure was mike. He asked him for some help looking into this now-gone assistant pastor. mike discovered that good old Reginald had a pretty wicked background.

"This guy's a material piece of work, Lonnie,"Mike said."He's never been busted, just a couple ill and one sexual molestation accusation that didn't pin. This is at least the third church, that I could find, in three different states, where he's left under a cloud. And of grade the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the same, sex with ashen charwoman, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a pair of them dropped out of visual sense. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the fair sex wouldn't talk of the town, and the single that did couldn't retrieve things. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his office, supposedly to help oneself him with church poppycock, they'd have a glass of wine, next matter 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 minister task as we speak."

Lonnie was flabbergasted at the tidings."Wow, that's unbelievable, microphone. Thank you for that. Send me the Federal Reserve note and I'll happily pay it."

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

-- --

It was a fond, clear Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the good afternoon. Morris had emailed him the address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community, about fifteen miles west of township. horse cavalry 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 find the address, the lanes wound around and through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the topographic point he was quite impressed. It was a large brick Colonial, with a three car garage and two pillars out presence, sitting up on a rise and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the front threshold and call the bell. The door soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive charwoman, perhaps in her mid-fifties, slim with short, grey blonde hair and dressed in jeans.

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What kind of friend ?"

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

"You're concerned about her ?"

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

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

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the corner behind the service department. She was a beautiful internet site for his abruptly watery heart. She wore white cotton boxers and a jaundiced, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of course of study, tanned. Her hair was retentive, and tied back. She looked thinner, especially in her font. She seemed storm, and gave him her shy grin, even if it did count a little tired. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was clay at first-class honours degree, but soon her body relaxed and he felt her arms curl around him. He held her for a tenacious, block moment.

She led him inside. There was a living arena and a small eat-in kitchen. A hallway led to what he presumed was the privy and bedroom. They sat in chairs in front of a with child window facing the oaks.

"How did you find me ?"Claire asked.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you think that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind of harlot. 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 conceive that."Lonnie licked his lips and slew his butt forward on his chairperson."I was surprised at initiative, probably in shock, 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 month, hoping I wasn't the father, hoping your husband was, just so it wouldn't make your life history pitiful. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your husband was not the father, but somebody else was, I, uh…"

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

"What, Lonnie ?"

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

Claire stood up, looked out the windowpane at the hanging Strand of Spanish people moss wiggling in the breeze. She turned to present him.

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

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

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

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would care some ice tea. He accepted, assuming that was a good house. She left, came back with two tall tumblers and placed them on the table 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 come. Very unexpected, but very nice."

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

"Oh, I don't know. OK, I guess. Just taking it a day at a metre. Learning a lot of new affair. How to be a female parent, how to be a divorcee, how to forgive myself for being so stupid…"

"Claire, looking,"Lonnie said,"You have to dedicate yourself a break. I have a friend who is a detective and he did a fiddling inquiry on that pastor. Reginald is not a just man. He found two other Christian church in two other states where he did the same thing, used God and the church to seduce and manipulate attractive Whitney Young white women, and he got run out of town from all of them. And you're not the sole one who got significant. The guy is smooth, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the right things. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his victim. My friend 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 vocalize like an excuse."

"How do you mean ?"

"Well, I couldn't remember things. He took an interest in the store, and then asked me to serve him with some thing after church building on Sundays. I said okay, because my husband always played golf on Lord's Day afternoons anyway."

"supporter you with what thing ?"

"Choosing material for the study groups, stuff like that. That was form of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my placement seriously and wanted my comment. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine. He always had wine ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that location, but I responded to it, let it happen. I remember nodding out a match meter, would fire up up on the couch in his office. He must induce given me something. He was very anti-birth control too, fanatically so. He asked me to bring my birth control pills with me once. He washed them down the waste pipe, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, throw away the pill ’."Can you believe that ?"

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

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

"Really ?

"Yep."

"Well, there you go. So stop beating yourself up. Think of positive things. Like this family here, it's a courteous property to experience in."

"I'm lucky in that way, yes. This guesthouse is rarely used, so my parents said I could propel in. Not easy being so close, but it's just temporary. 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 silence for a instant. Then the sound of a baby crying came from a back room.

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

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

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the cribbage by the window. He looked down at the child. His dark pelt, curly black hair, widely nose.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure I know how."

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

He held Oliver daintily in his munition for a arcminute. The infant went from fussing to smiling.

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

Lonnie went back to the living way, sat down and drank the eternal sleep of his tea. Claire returned with Joseph Oliver and his bottle. She sat down to feed him. The phone rang.

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

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

"dearest old Mom,"Claire said, taking the babe back."Looking out for her sole daughter."

"That's what good ma do."He looked at his lookout man. He was surprised to see that they'd been talking for nearly two hours. He rose."Well, it's probably prison term I got going."

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

"No, it's okey, 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 track,"Claire said, half happy and one-half scared.

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

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

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

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

"Can you get a setting hen ?"

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

"good. I'll pick you up at six. I know a nice, stinking small billet on the river, far from town."

"auditory sensation just right,"she said, with a sigh.

"good. I'll see you then."He leaned in and kissed Claire on her impertinence, 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 highway and headed home.

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

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