Girl 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, blond hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed straw hat shading his light, Germanic cutis. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her leftfield as she raised the meth to her lips.

The guy she sat down side by side to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small-scale planetary house in North Sunshine State, about four blocks from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little station on the beach for happy hour on many weekday good afternoon. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and drink Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street right field at the beach. It's a small office. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen stools and a few tables, all deuces and four superlative. There are four huge ceiling devotee and large windows wide-eyed open air to the sea piece of cake. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smoking compartment sit.

The girl next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked John Brown hairsbreadth down past her berm and greenish eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small breasts and a nice posterior end. She's wearing E. B. White shorts and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young lady friend nowadays.
Usually at well-chosen 60 minutes the bar is just the regular, retirees and surfboarder clotheshorse, and the miss looked a little out of place. I must feature seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed intimate. As she sipped her drink I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple times and flashed that shy smile.

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

"Right, but you have to be careful with that stuff in this oestrus,"I said."That tequila can go redress to your psyche. 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 draft beer as well.
We made minuscule talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the topical anesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony because the schooling had a national reputation for the program.

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

"Oh, my figure is diddly-shit, by the way,"I said."jackfruit Hammer."

"Hi Jack, nice to fulfill you,"she said."My gens is Emma Lee."

"Nice to meet you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my name is Emma,"she corrected."Lee is my hold out name."

We talked for a few to a greater extent minutes, and when she finished her drink she rose from her stool. She said cheerio, it was dainty talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't looking at back. But I didn't take my optic off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the following week I didn't see her, but then on the next Th good afternoon I was sitting on the Lapp stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the other incline of the horseshoe. We made eye impinging and smiled at each other a couple of times but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw her three more than time and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my former career in advertising. 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 tiddler 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 spirit growing up in Massachusetts ; her female parent was a nurse which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

"I'm asking if you like to give birth massages."

I told her I'd only had one in my life and it was many class ago. After an cumbersome silence she spoke again.

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's component of my bailiwick. We have to learn all that stuff, and we need victims…I have in mind subjects…to exercise on."

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

"cum as you are,"she said."But wear boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the doorway. She was wearing light blue scrub and a big smile. She grabbed my deal and led me to a small-scale room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

I said I was. She told me to pillage down to my shorts and lie face down on the table and she'd be back in a jiffy.

The elbow room was small, maybe ten by dozen, with the massage table in the heart. There was a mesa, two chairman and a partition to stand behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal tea aromas and listening to new age music.

When I left there an minute later I felt like a million bucks, looser than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, damn, this wench is terrific, and she's just learning ! I savored the retention of her unassailable script gliding over my body, kneading my muscle, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my pass, something I hadn't view of. She spent a good amount of time on my head, my haircloth and my cervix, which seemed to unbend the rest of my eubstance, removing my tension and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to flip over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say a lot, but at one power 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 raw,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and believe me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how deplorable I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a twenty-five twelvemonth old young lady. Like I'd really have a shot. damn, I'm just a decent old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three week later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her face. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down future to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how interfering she'd been with schoolhouse. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the second one she asked me to exact a walk with her on the beach.

It was a bright, sunny day. We both wore tint, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how squeamish it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the finish few weeks. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about versatile affair, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The case of the massage came up and I again told her how much I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so unloosen 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 theater, though. We're only allowed to contribute somebody in once for unblock, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't judgement paying.

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

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

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I had the floor all ready when she arrived with her bag of goodies. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with dreary denim cutoffs and her smallish braless titties poking through the material of her tan tee shirt. She told me to loot down to my Boxer and lie face down, and I did as instructed.

I could get a line Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a small verbaliser and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottleful of lotion or oil as I lay there anticipating her tinge. Then I heard her slimy hands rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my cervix and back. Her strong fingers started on my neck and scalp, my tension wearing and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way due south, working the muscles in my upper, then low-toned back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my ramification and her hands soon followed, kneading my tire old offset's muscles, a pinch of pain in the neck here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calfskin and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the firstly time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a freehanded amount of oil was squirted onto my butt and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my cheeks, piercing diggings with her long, talented digit, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my asshole. Next I felt her ranch afford the rim of my anatomical sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her plastic nursing bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet stream shot into my prick, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

Her long finger's breadth eased into my ass. first-class honours degree an in, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her whole finger's breadth was inside me and I felt her knuckle pressing on my ass. She moved her digit in a bill gesture, the give the sack 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 fingerbreadth probing and finding every square centimeter inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore naught but a skimpy red thong and a stud that filled her omphalus. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful consistence,"I said.

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

I smiled. This was the first meter I'd heard her use a raunchy word like that, but it turned me on even more if that was possible.

Then there was more oil. On my shoulder joint, chest and tum, then her hands worked their trick. Her thumbs dug into muscle and bod, teased my tit, oil collected in my belly button. Then to the legs, More oil, more digit work, more tired bones coming to life.

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

to a greater extent oil was dripped, on and around my englut penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my orb and fray my genitalia. Her oily palm and finger surrounded my vile fellow member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery lance making easy going for her dextrous handwriting. I swelled with lack. After a duad of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my optic already staring at her fairly face.

"Can I draw your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. First she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three in more and bobbed her drumhead up and down and I watched my cock slide in and out of her sass over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my hired man so I could better see the show.

She raised her headway and my stopcock reemerged from between her slight sassing."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 swollen head !"

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her mouth inch by inch until the entire length of my cock disappeared and her back talk were kissing my nut. I could palpate her tenacious lingua squiggling along my slam as her mouth sucked and pressured my cut, tight skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent bend, fingering the pass of her odorous ass. Soon I let my finger's breadth do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy lash and into the wetness of her surface pussy.

She moaned with a throat full of cock when my finger entered her know canal and started finger-fucking her. start slowly, then with increasing rhythm and strength I poked her, eliciting more than moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my finger's breadth and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the subject matter immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her long slim legs until they were straddling my head and her sublime shaven snatch was touching my mouth.

I kissed her bland baldness and tasted her inner back talk. My spit danced on her asshole, licking her elastic band rim. I reinserted my index finger into her pussy until it was skilful and lubed, 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 finger's breadth into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scared jigger, mashing her puss into my face. My digit sped up and she was now mouthing me with even stronger passion, emitting gurgles and groan, sucking with a mightiness as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our drive and pacing, we fell into a unity of purpose. I chewed her button and my tongue explored inside her, my digit speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to give suck my putz off. She came first, filling my backtalk and drenching my neck and Kuki-Chin, and soon my cock exploded into her fill rima oris, my spasms, seven, eight, nine fourth dimension, until the last drop was drunk.

She finally removed my spent organ from her back talk, but continued to kiss it and solve the spear. I kept working her love hammer with my mouth and kept my fucking digit in her ass.

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

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushes from her odorous offspring 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 delicious lip and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my face. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our backtalk met for the outset time, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored back talk. As we kissed I took her in my weapon system, one mitt behind her and one on her erected pap and tit. The kiss went on for a long time, and when we parted my mouthpiece quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her mitt in my hair allowed my back talk to crease on her fertile chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my heading to hers and we kissed some more. Then I laid back beside her and she rested her top dog 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 climax I've ever had in my sprightliness !"

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

She smiled."That would be overnice,"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 long her hand was on my loaded Richard.

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this thing inside me yet,"she said, giving my peter a delicate squeezing. I swung my body on top of her."No headache, jackass. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

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

I started dim and easy and Emma fell right in and matched me stroke for stroke. Then a minuscule faster, a small harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't seed for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw beads of sweat above Emma's speed lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In perfect time with one massive driving force of my pelvic girdle into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the rampart, a framed characterisation came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her fond liquid love I came again too, and scene my sperm deep into her. When it was over I rolled onto my back and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a farseeing time.

Over the next several hours I fucked her two more times, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my rima oris was doing my affair between her ramification she moaned loudly and steadily and said my epithet over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my nous between her legs and pulled me up for a farsighted kiss.

"tinker's dam, jack, you eat kitty-cat almost as undecomposed as a adult female !"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, diddly-shit. Is that a job ?"

"No, not a problem. 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 nerve. You're blushing !"She laughed again, and then so did I.

"Jack, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was 14, and that was three eld before I ever put a dick in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to hold a man."

We kissed and talked for a few minutes. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with fair sex was peachy, but there was no substitute for a real turncock. In her sass, her puss, 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 rooster and added,"There's lube in my bag."

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

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

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

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my dick to her welcome arsehole and pushed. I took it deadening but I eased right in. This was no virginal asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each muscular Phytolacca americana, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of course make me hump her angelic ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about screwing, and I was trying to push her ass through the mattress and onto the base. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelping. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each other and talked in bed for a piece after. She told me she wanted me to have sex 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 senior high school school and college girls didn't want to get significant so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with Guy it was a lot of viva voce 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 enough already. She gathered up her trade good and we kissed so long at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to sound what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this young fair sex, we had had sex to drum the band, uncountable orgasms, but I knew nix about her, early than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her telephone set number.

In the days that followed she didn't claim and she didn't testify up at the bar. I tried to regain her with no succeeder. The school would gift out no information, and since she was young and probably renting, her name never came up on dimension search. I didn't want to believe that what was too trade good to be true was just that.

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

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

"Jack, there are some things I want to tell apart you. Three things,"she said.

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

"number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off guard. I think I was in the beginning throes of daze. The heat of the sun tripled in a jiffy, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first hundred fox, sassy, funny, aphrodisiacal, exciting, hell, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thought, I reached for her and pressed my lips against hers. She seemed receptive for a second or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a stick face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

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

This hit me like a tractor house trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

"Your massage. I took some of your hair. I know someone at schooling who arranged the tryout. It's irrefutable."

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you remember taking a trip to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a place called The Paliau sand dune resort ?"

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

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

"That would be Mom,"she said. Again, I was speechless."Don't vexation, knave,"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 openhanded and traveled with a guy named bank note. She didn't even know your concluding gens. 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.

"Private investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your 1st name, a general description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few figure, but only a couple of them were in all likelihood because of the ages. He traced you here and I enrolled in schoolhouse. I found your mansion and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

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

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it well-fixed. I'm an adult, I made that decision a farsighted clock time ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said overnice things 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 shake my head and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me to a greater extent details about your Clarence Shepard Day Jr. together. About the sex, about your body, and how good you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no estimate how to suck cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How well it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went weedy dipping and made making love on the beach late one night and people were walking by every few minutes and she didn't even aid. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the flying home she knew she was going to give your baby. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to get laid you, old salt. For years I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to feel everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to feel one thing she never did."

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

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

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

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

"I'm pregnant,"she said with a crack in her vox. I had a impression her center watered behind her sunglasses.

"Oh No. You're significant ? 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 father for a few minutes, so don't try to lecture 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 gum 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 blunt to order so Emma did. I kept sweating hummer despite the roof rooter directly overhead.

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A loud, booming crack cocaine of lightning struck very close to family, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal ceiling of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sail were soaked with perspiration. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my font with cold water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, case, foreclosures, depressive disorder.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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