COME MONDAY

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning time of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth stat mi, and in a few second he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five blocks to his condo complex and leap in the pool.

He loved running on the beach for various reasonableness. There was usually a piece of cake. The hard-packed sand was the apotheosis running control surface. And the scene : the beach infant, slight, hot, and wearing little.

It was a humble town on the northeast coast of Florida, a quaint throwback to earlier multiplication. No high-rise trashing the Din Land and waterscape like almost of FL. The developers and the politicians in their sac hadn't ruined this place yet. It was just five sea mile down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic tourist finish. the great unwashed flocked to the area for weekends, or weeks on end, to soak up the story and soak up the ray.

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

One gal caught his eyes immediately. She was standing at the edge of the water system, getting her feet wet, and even from fifty dollar bill yards Lonnie could tell that she had a body that could pink a buzzard off a chalk truck. He knew that from afar, bodies could often look really well, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this time. This womanhood's physical structure was unbelievable. A long, lean blond, with dynamite peg, toned arms and berm, nice moderate-size titties standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At foremost he thought she was raw, but as he approached he could tell she wore a skimpy bikini that barely covered what she had and was a conclude couple to her tanned skin quality. He slowed, wanting a skilful look. 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 coast. He studied her side for a moment. It was a face he'd known for a couple of yr. He walked up to her.

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

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

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each former. She was deeply bronzed, her mammilla and fork and ass barely covered by her two-piece. He wore only skid, running shorts, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context. When they usually saw each other they both wore commercial enterprise attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

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

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

They laughed."I guess,"she said.

"God, you look amazing,"he said.

"Thank you."

"My eyes zeroed in on you from fifty chiliad away."

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

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

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

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

"I don't usually come here to the Town beach. I don't like the bunch. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an elder cleaning lady nearby, seated in a beach chair under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a soft-cover 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 low talk for a couple minutes longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrap to her taut teat, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her toned upper soundbox and lean legs, beaded with seawater. The belittled sun and Sun Myung Moon tattoos on her shoulders. The atomic number 79 scantling in her navel. His shades were dark, so she probably couldn't see his heart flitting about. But he knew she knew.

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

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created conduct marketing campaigns for local job. All businesses and advertizer were his medical prognosis, from the largest companionship to the smallest Mom-and-Pops. Over two years before, when he was in his third base week on the job, he was cold-calling a vauntingly strip shopping center. He started at one end of the gist and went right down the billet, calling on every commercial enterprise. The shoe store, the dry cleansing agent, the bowling back street, the Chinese takeout, the hardware, one after the early. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a small store. It was a religious bookstall. His gut told him that this spot was probably not much of a candidate for a sale, but he went in anyway. A bell sounded when he opened the doorway. He was relieved to see the place had no customers at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much time. The store was cryptic than it was wide, and the sales replication was in the back. As he strode toward the retort, a woman stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The first thing he noticed about her was her grinning. It was so genuine, like the girl succeeding room access you've known your whole life-time, someone you trusted right away. It put him at ease, and any disinclination about approaching this particular store was already gone. Then he noticed her typeface, pretty and tan, with sister juicy middle that seemed to see right through him, a unassailable chin and high cheekbones, blond hairsbreadth brushing her shoulder, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A green wench that fell below her knees and a baggy, long-sleeved blueness smock with the stock 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 samples. He gave her his usual quick pitch, and asked if he could schedule a time to come back and make a presentation. She surprised him and said, certainly come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a room access behind the counter. She led him through it to a support room with shelf loaded with merchandise, books, circuit card, natural endowment items and numerous former line. On one side was a desk, a couple chair and a single file cabinet.

"My agency,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not fancy I know, but please have a seat. If the bell rings I will suffer to take attention of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his subject and went into his spiel. The presentation normally took about 20 minutes, but they were interrupted once for a few minutes when the bell 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 good way to touch new client. I will have to discuss it with a couple multitude to have it approved. We have a meeting next calendar week and I will put this on the agenda."

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

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

Lonnie left her with a media kit stuffed with information : testimonials, pace, map, samples. He could tell Claire was impressed. She asked him to bid her a week from Friday for a decision.

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

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a regular ground. There were meetings to design and write copy, group meeting to go over and proofread the copy and constitute compendium and expend off samples.

They liked each former. She always seemed happy to see him, and he always loved to see her smile when he walked into the store.They talked about matter other than business, too. She didn't talk often about herself, but he did find out a few things. She had graduated from college with a level in business and selling, which made Lonnie laugh, because she was so small-scale but probably knew a inferno of a lot more about his own line of work than he did. She was married to the head word bus of the power station local anaesthetic high school football team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a marketing theater director at a large way out mall and was now running this small store.

He always looked forward to his metre when he'd see her. With each visit they became more comfortable. She had a droll horse sense of sense of humour that belied her clothing, which was always button-down and covered by the company smock. She had an easy jape, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would touch him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would philander with each other, both figuring there was no trauma and nil would come of it. Just a little inexperienced person fun.

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

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

He'd been funny how old she was, but of trend he couldn't ask. He found out by stroke. He saw a birthday notice 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, twenty-five again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

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

"I'll try to remember that."

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

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

The only sentence that their meetings became the to the lowest degree bit tense was when Claire would bring up faith, and try to get him to fare to church. Every few months she'd bring it up, Lonnie would feel embarrassed and their wholly vibe would disintegrate into awkwardness, and he'd want to slink away. Lonnie believed that the Word of God and the mankind's organized religion were all just different variation of the Saami fairy tale. Finally, one meter she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ smell Claire, I was brought up in church service. My female parent dragged us Thomas Kyd there every Dominicus while Dad played golf. When we became adolescent she let us make up our own minds. One of my sisters stayed, the residue of us left. I'm a good guy, and God knows I'm a unspoilt 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 clients around town, and many of them make love each early. Some of them would gossip about others, and over time he heard a thing or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her husband and her matrimony. The substance was that her hubby was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the richly school campus, and highly successful as the principal football coach, but he also had an ego to to a greater extent than equal. He could be verbally and sometimes physically scurrilous to his role player, supporter, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the variety of guy who went to church on Sunday, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by compliment from the football game fans, but used it as a permit to be a prick the former six Clarence Day of the week. The general consensus was that Claire was a skilful woman trapped in a bad wedding to a character A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pond after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her body, how yummy it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her loose, church dame clothing for over two long time. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so comfortable in her peel, as well as that skimpy bathing suit. It saddened him to imagine of her stuck in a bad marriage and he wondered what her home base life story was really like. She was always upbeat and upbeat when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it potential that their occasional touching and flirtation was not so innocent after all ?

The chase calendar week he stopped by the store. Claire's cheek broke into a encompassing grin and she greeted him warmly. The store had just opened so there were no customers yet. His excuse for dropping by was that he wanted to provide her transcript of some new templets his company had designed that she might want to use for future ads. He could give brought them the future time they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talking to her. After a abbreviated summation, he got to the substantial cause for his visit.

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

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

"I know what you mean. I did a double-take and almost ran decently 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 grinning he adored, and said,"I could say the same about you."

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

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

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day : The broad shoulders, slim down waist, straight breadbasket, his muscled thigh, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

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

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

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

"Sounds nice. Where is it ?"

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

"A closed book ? What variety of a secret ? Is it on the ocean ? There aren't any buck private beaches around here."

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

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

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

-- --

They met the keep up Thursday daybreak, a half hour before the store opened, so they could get the work done without being interrupted by customers. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a ignite touch of eye phantasm he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a little closer too, and he could smell out her sweet, frail perfume. When she touched his arm or her helping hand brushed his, he'd tone himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no theme what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him want to swallow up his cheek into her neck opening and manducate her smock off with his teeth.

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

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

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

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

"Why do you desire to know ?"

"What's the matter ? Do you think I'm going to creep up on you and select pictures of you in your bikini and sell them on the internet ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it abode ? mortal should know where to look."

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

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

"OK. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our unavowed, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state park, N of town ? If you walk up the beach from town about a one-half mile, there is the beach expanse where all the car park visitant go. There's a life guard, snack bar, parking lot, beach renting, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right on top of each other. But the park goes on for three More sea mile north of there all the way to the recess. There's a full point about a mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the dune are high gabardine Sand. My spot is right hand at the bend, protected, and I can see the unanimous beach north and Confederate States of America. If anybody is approaching from either direction, I can see them coming from a mile away. I've been there a hundred clock time and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around farseeing before they could have spotted me.

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

Lonnie had a clump 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 store.

Claire watched his behind as he walked the length of the stock and out the room access. Her own true feelings surprised her. She was hoping he would issue forth Monday. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

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

Lonnie decided to take aim the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove home plate to his condominium and changed from his workplace clothes to his running attire : shoes, shorts, ball cap and shades. He drank a pint of water as he stretched, and then was out the threshold. He eased into it, jogging the five blocks to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the diffused sand to get to the knockout packed George Sand at the water's sharpness, then he started running north. There was a pleasant piece of cake which felt assuredness on his sweaty thorax. He picked up his yard, passed the clump of people on the state Park beach sphere, and soon had aught but open, empty coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her spot for about an 60 minutes when she first spotted him. He was about a mile away. undecomposed timing, she thought. It was about sentence for another applications programme of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to practice her endorsement coat. She'd been thinking for days about how it might find to get his custody roaming around on her body. She shivered at that intellection, and watched his smooth tread as he drew near. She spread the extra beach towel on the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a one hundred thousand away. It was a superb dapple, just like she had said. A smiling broke out on his face and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the finale twenty yards. She looked great prevarication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her hands, smiling. Her blonde hair was tied back. She had on a different two-piece suit, even more disclose then the one he'd seen final stage prison term, opprobrious, with yellow sun and green moon on it, and the bottom was not much Sir Thomas More than a thong.

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

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

"how-do-you-do, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our secret now."

"The sleep are on their way."

"What !"

Lonnie laughed."Just kidding. I wouldn't want anyone to go down our 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 full of moth-eaten weewee. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are flop about this place,"he said."Perfect pip. The Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin is easy 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 difficulty getting off body of work, and he told her no, his time was flexible, and as long as his workplace got done and his act were skillful there was no problem.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"Will you rub lotion on my backbone ?"

"Sure, where do I sign ?"

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

He watched her pivot her consistency around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the back. Lonnie thought that was a good house. She rested the side of her head word on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his hand. Smelled like coconut. Then he squirted a respectable string on her upper back. He admired her consistency, smoothly tanned from top to bottom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the narrowing V of her lash covering the upside of her cheek, and a thickly electric cord running through her crack.

"tinker's damn, Claire, you have a with child tan. No tan pedigree anywhere."

"That's what I like."

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

"Sure, if I can. I have a common soldier backyard. And this place is proficient for that."

"Don't let me stop you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the feel of her flesh as his oily fingers and palms glided over her backrest and shoulder. He thought he heard subtle suspiration from Claire as he did so. He heard more suspiration, just smidgens away from low moans, when he covered her lower back. He slathered her adept, like ointment high mallow onto a warm bagel.

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

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

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a tempestuous bear shit in the woods ? Lonnie was ready to make some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that sublime ass, and used every square millimeter of his hands to be sure he didn't miss a smudge. High, low, around the side of meat. He squeezed her here and there, inducing more quiet moan. He even spread her nerve to let the oil seepage in, and slid a finger along her crack to be sure she had even coverage. He was proud of his body of work. Even Claire's SOB would have a tan !

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

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

Lonnie replied,"I'd dear to do your straw man !"

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 side. He squirted some juice all over her dresser, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her shoulders, all over her breasts. Claire was looking at his expression the whole metre, and her grin never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her mammilla, felt her greasy, put up nipple between his finger's breadth and thumbs. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His optic bored hole into her eyes, and her eyes bored hollow into his. He leaned down, and with a hand still caressing her breast, he kissed her.

It was the most vivid foremost kiss either had ever had, and it felt long overdue to both of them. Claire's back talk opened without hesitation, and their tongues tangoed to a sexy musical rhythm. It was a long kiss, and when their backtalk parted, Claire's hand was on the back of Lonnie's neck, and her nipples were on a hard, high alert.

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

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion rubbing. He was indisputable to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was small, covering her cunt with not much to spare, and he could see the moistness scheme of her lips. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her ramification, because he didn't want roll in the hay things up. He took his clip on her legs and feet.

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

"Never done what, specifically ?"

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

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each early for over two years, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a short pause he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to find out some juicy details about her spousal relationship and her philandering husband.

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

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

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

So Lonnie did. Who wouldn't ? He got face down on the turgid towel and waited for her fingers to start walking. His cock pressed hard against the sand. He heard the suck of her squeezing the tube, and felt the lovesome lotion landing on his upper back. Then her hands got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his illusion about being intimate with her seemed to be coming admittedly, but her hands felt sorcerous on his back. His putz couldn't get any harder, and he found himself grinding it into the towel. Her fingers 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 dead body tan, but you want me to do your butt end ?"she asked.

"Absolutely,"he said, curt of hint. His heart was in his throat.

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

She slipped the fingers of both her hands inside the elastic band waistband of his shorts and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the material for a second until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the shorts all the way down, over his brake shoe and off. Then she poured application all over his ass.

Lonnie felt the trickle of the lotion into his crack, and when he felt her strong bridge player massaging his ass he wanted to hump the sand beneath him.

"okeh, turn over,"Claire said, after she finished with his calves."clip to do your front."

This was new undercoat for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running skid, and he was thinking, darn, this charwoman who had been so lowly and reserved around me for over two years, has a bit of a risky streak she's been hiding. And here she is, defenseless but for the postage stamp barely hiding her slash, relaxed and completely well-to-do with her own torso, and now she is make to get prosperous with mine.

He turned over. His shaft was difficult and swollen, like an overcooked bratwurst resting there on his stomach, kissing his belly button. Claire took a soundly gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at starting time, she just applied the lotion and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's nipples were aroused by her cutaneous senses. His inguen was squirming like an galvanizing eel.

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

shuffle matter easier ? What matter ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie thought process. She's driving me to the sharpness, he was hoping he didn't come prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to follow, 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 testicles. Then she rubbed it all over the pecker of his cock, and the headway, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's cock was an oil slick, and her hand glided over it with tricky ease. He arched his back, craning for release. Then it stopped.

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

Then she lowered her top dog and took his dick into her sassing. Lonnie let out a grown that might have made the offshore giant come up for air. He dug his finger into the towel and lifted his inguen to her side. She played with his balls in one bridge player while the former one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his crack cocaine and dug in. The tip of one entered his cakehole, and Lonnie thought he might bust his nuts right then.

He concentrated, and held off as best he could, but not for long. His putz had withstood the retentive rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his oily flesh, pushing all his right push button, but he couldn't wait any longer. When he knew his peter was about to break open, he put his custody around her neck opening and held on, and arched his body, inching it deeper. He came in a yearn, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his shaft and R-2 of come shot into her mouth.

He pulled her psyche to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick mouth, and rolled her over onto the former towel so he was on top. He knelt between her leg, grabbed her ass with both paw and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her read/write head and upper back were resting on the towel, and her genital organ was raised up, and in his face. He sucked the textile of her thong into his rima oris and chewed on it for a moment, tasting its sweaty 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 cunt into his human face and wrapped her ramification around his neck.

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

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

He rolled them over again so he was on the bottom and Claire was on her knee, sitting on his face. Her pussy-pounding was easier now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force out on his mouth, nose, and chin. He sucked on her button like it was a clogged straw, licked her salty lips, and tongue-fucked her salivating cunt. She was humping his top dog, he was squeezing her ass.

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

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

Her cum gushed out of her ignited puss and collided with Lonnie's back talk and chin, and into his mouth, giving him his maiden mouthful of her madam cum. Her groin wrick with her release, her torso shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her muscle spasm subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her clapper into his lip and their kiss was farsighted and hard, just like Lonnie's puffy meat. With their mouths plastered together, he rolled their bodies over yet again, he was back on top. It was fourth dimension to pound Claire's sexy torso into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his cock to her luscious time slot and fed it into her. The whizz was amazing, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushioned bulwark hugged his bloated bone.

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

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

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

The wet, hard-packed guts might ingest been a swell surface for running, but the mild, powdery sand was a cracking airfoil for fucking. The backbone adjusted to Claire's backside -- her pricker, her butt, her legs, all of her -- better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her legs around the backrest of his as he banged her.

They stared at each early, smiling as they fucked. It had been a farsighted fourth dimension, if ever, since Claire's body had been so conjure, so gratify, so care for, and now, so fucked. She had kept her beach refuge a secret for years, but now, despite her wavering, her pinch and her guiltiness, she was gladiolus she had told Lonnie, glad he had shown up, and knew already in her heart and nous that Mondays like this would become a regular thing. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's consistency with an arm around her humbled cover and jammed a fingerbreadth up her ass. With a solid clasp, he began slamming his cock into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each power effort. Her ass pummeled the sandy 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 shaft. You love to fuck. You're not really that shy church Lady that runs the bookstore, are you ? Naw, that's all an act. damn, you're hot. You gon na come for me again ? I wan na feel your cum down there, all around my tool. Gim me your…"

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

Lonnie lowered Claire down flat onto the towel and kept screwing her. She wheezed and moaned beneath him, and he felt a sudden, wet passion surround his cock. He kept stroking, and reaming her tail, and just as her chill subsided, he groaned himself, his balls 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 elbow joint and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm gladiolus I told you my occult,"she said.

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

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

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to distinguish you. I just had two incredible orgasm, like I can't recall ever having, it's like they washed over my trunk 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 hand and pressed it to his cock, hard again."See ?"

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

It was time to wrap things up. It was deep good afternoon, and Claire had to get home, get a cascade and lather up dinner before her husband got home. She didn't want to raise any suspicions.

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

He got it. Her husband was a big fish in a lowly pond, the hotshot coach. Many masses knew him, and would eff her by association. They couldn't be seen together.

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

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

Claire watched him pass into the skyline and already missed him. His handsome brass, his loving osculation, his weapon around her, his rooster inside her, her trunk reaching places it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were like earthquakes in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following calendar week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two au naturel people 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 of life back.

Later that week, Lonnie stopped into the computer memory. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a quickie, but there were client and a dyad of church people there, so he just waved and split.

On their third Monday afternoon, at one point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her cover, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive material body, slipping his fingers through her go and pulling her face apart in the procedure, he asked her a question.

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

"What, anal ?"she said, nonchalantly."Sure. I went to college."Then, after a foresighted suspension :"Why, do you want us to do that ?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well then, you better bring some lube next clip. It's been quite a while."

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

-- --

Over the following four month, they only missed three of their enigma rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on holiday, and one on Labor Day. There were a pair former times when the weather was iffy, and not tributary to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each other, so they met, and their genitals came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would give up into the computer memory once a workweek, a lot more than he used to, but not often enough to enhance suspicion. One time in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her skirt and his fingerbreadth inside her. She was wet and he was toilsome, and he wanted to know her rightfield there on the desk. But the bell sounded as a client entered the store.

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

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

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

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in making love, but he couldn't tell her, her life history was complicated enough, and he knew he could never birth her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many horizontal surface. He loved her wit and sense of humor, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to almost people he'd met. She got his trick. to the highest degree of the women he'd been with hadn't. Sure, she was older, but she seemed like the case of womanhood 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 induce been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how long, every I day. He'd noticed bruises on some of the out-of-the-way places on her torso, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an egoistic, 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 came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.

Her sexual climax were so intense. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so sensual, every face ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five form of rain : They could be drizzle or spritzes or exhibitor or downpours. Or even a flash flood, like the time, after not seeing each other for two week, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her down there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to see Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of track, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church building the great unwashed, grouping of bible school kids, and the occasional cut-rate sale rep. Usually he just waved, said he would ensure her later and left.

A couplet of multiplication she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church. One prison term it was the financial officer, a penny-pinching old bald guy named Morris, who was very amiable and complimentary of the advancement Lonnie had put together for the store. Morris is the one who tracked the answer and signed the checkout, so Lonnie was glad to meet him, and was happy he was happy.

Another time, he called on Claire and there was a large, inkiness man behind the counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and broad-shouldered, maybe XL, and dressed impeccably in a black case and a bright red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a pitch, but he wasn't.

"Hi, Lonnie,"Claire said."This is Reginald. He's our help pastor. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our ring armor promotions."

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

"Nice to fit you too."

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

They made modest talk for a brace mo more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very free about the furtherance, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie sense near. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next calendar week, and left.

-- --

All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Mon afternoons together on the beach. Once a week they'd arrive at their spot separately, ravening for each other. The sex could be boring and loving, or hard and fast, but it was always good. And adventuresome. Both being athletic creatures, they found new angles and positions for all of their devilry, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his natural language up a girl's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the party favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and balls after his three mile run up the beach and a dip in the sea. Her sexual climax were often and intense, Lonnie's hammer was like a lightning rod inside her, in her sassing, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't matter, she fucked him backbreaking, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the conditions was still lovesome and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They'd kiss and fuck and clout 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 distich time, but she said matter were hunky-dory. It was football time of year, and her husband always got very acute, he had tunnel vision, didn't care about anything but the team and its next game, it's okay, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense, but Lonnie didn't argue.

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

-- --

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

The following Tuesday was the fourth of Oct, Lonnie's natal day. He dropped by the memory board in the morning right 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 sapless 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 hold up Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren't going to be there, and that isn't like you. I was afraid something bad had happened."

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

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

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

"What does that mean ? Is everything OK at home ?"

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

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

Lonnie was one scintilla shortstop of anaphylactic electrical 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 thoughts ping-ponging around in his head like it was an atom smash. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her hubby think, do you require to keep it, do you not require to keep it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the mo, no dubiousness would be reserve or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answers anyway. She must experience been reading his mind.

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

"How does he experience 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 mode. We've talked about having children in the past, but not for a farsighted meter. It took him by concluded 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 nothing you can do. Let's just trust the babe looks like my husband."

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

What a shitty birthday nowadays, he thought.

-- --

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

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an hour went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many prison term it was like a continuous loop in his wit. He could palpate her, could taste her. He thought about how unfrequented she must be, with her secret, their secret, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aches in radiating swirls. imprecate it. anathemize it. Damn it. honey sucks.

Over the winter he avoided the Word fund. He dated a distich gals, but they didn't compare, were big wastes of clip. He ticked off the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no clean idea, really, he could only guess at when the prosperous sperm found its way to her predict land. He did the math, and the baby could be due anytime in the spring.

In mid-April, he went back to the memory, just curious, and he lucked out. There was a unlike cleaning lady minding the entrepot. Her name was Wilma, and she was the paradigm of a stereotyped church building lady : Old, gray-haired, thin as a rail, in a frock that hung to her ankle joint, and was a gossip who loved to verbalise. She knew the entirely narrative. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big secret. But it turned out Claire had another big secret of her own.

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

"If you're looking for that blonde fille who used to run this depot, you won't find her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their menage and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her husband, and that's for certain. It's an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no prize, and an embarrassment for the church service too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the nascency, the grandparents, the family and admirer, only to find oneself out she had a black sister ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that scene. And they fired that assistant pastor too, and it's a honest thing. He was a no-count, was messing around with a duad other Brigham Young white lady friend in the church building too. Hopefully they don't end up with disgraceful babies too."

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

Lonnie had a foreign feeling, and he couldn't ascendence it. After all the months of thinking about Claire and the convulsion she was going through, of despising her husband, of being on edge, of not liking the way their family relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the male parent of her baby, now, and he could hardly believe it, he wished he was.

He couldn't dressed ore on his work, so he drove around aimlessly for a while. He drove by Claire's planetary house -- or to be more accurate, former sign -- and sure enough there was a for-sale sign out straw man. The position was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red roofing tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedgerow along the forepart and what looked to be a puddle coop in the rachis.

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

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

Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out of the declaration. He said the Christian church was in a state of confusedness, they didn't know who was running the store one day to the adjacent, and he had no idea when they'd find a permanent wave successor to manage the space. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn't fear about that. He wanted to roll in the hay about Claire.

"It's a disgrace, it really is, Lonnie,"Esther Morris said."She's a very well woman, everybody liked her. Can't say much for her husband, but she was the cat's meow. Did a good job at the computer memory, too. Too bad she got hooked up with Reginald. I had a bad flavor about that guy from the get-go."

"How did that find ?"

"Not for certain, but he got her under his turn somehow, her and a couple former white gals. moldiness have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you hump where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you have a phone 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 computer address ? I'd like to partake Qaeda with her. I dealt with her for nearly three long time, and then beano, she was gone. I'd like to tattle to her, say hi, at least."

"well, 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 really job. I have it at my role at the church. I'll email it to you."

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

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

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret spot. As he approached he saw his fan 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 manner of walking and noticed that her burn was darker and fat than ever, a more affect direct contrast to her beach blonde hair. Then he stood in front of her, looked down at her exquisite body, and saw that it wasn't her suntan at all. Claire was black.

"Come on, beloved,"she said, reaching for his short pants."Take these off and progress to dear to me before high tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his underdrawers and he was instantly on the blanket beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his mouth, and her melanize script wrapped around his burgeoning stopcock. He was soon kissing her neck, her shoulders, her swelled breasts, and finally her shaved black twat.

"Ooh yes, baby, that's it. Eat my kitty-cat. Then you can fuck it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that opprobrious pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her cunt, her lips, and her clit, which was as plump as an overcooked okra. She was pink on the inside, contrasting her nighttime skin, which seemed to pee-pee him dive into it with surplus relish. The cold salt water was rising on the beach, he now could feel it on his feet.

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

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

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

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

"ass me, baby. Put your white putz in my black pussy. I want your sperm inside me, so I can get your child. A white babe, or half-white baby. I don't care what my husband thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the baby looks different, hold me your white seed…"

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

"Put your cock in me !"she said, with raised articulation."Give me your white cock NOW !"

He lunged at her pussycat one to a greater extent time and missed, and he ejaculated into slight air, multiple dead reckoning of his cum landing on her leg, the towel, and the fadeout surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her picture was gone. He woke up in a sweat, not sure where he was for a present moment. Then he recognized his chamber. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a disturbed dream, he thought, what a deep sleep. He didn't dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this clock time. It all seemed so real. Scary genuine. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his pugilist and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the ceiling, thinking about two things he had to do. One, he needed to go the bathroom and clean himself up. And two, he had to find her.

-- --

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

The number 1 one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the news. He was fired by the shoal arrangement. The coach was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry plot. They were behind by two touchdowns at household, and he decided to curse out his team and smack around one of his musician who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the camera of somebody's cell earpiece. He was ruthful and apologetic, and blamed it on the accent he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't control much H2O. He was toast.

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

"This guy's a real piece of work, Lonnie,"microphone said."He's never been busted, just a couple ill and one intimate harassment accusal that didn't stick. This is at least the third church, that I could find, in three different states, where he's left under a swarm. And of course the church service all keep everything hush-hush. Always the same, sex with white adult female, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a couple of them dropped out of sight. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the women wouldn't lecture, and the single that did couldn't think back things. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his office, supposedly to help him with church stuff, they'd have a chalk of wine, next thing you know he's seducing them, touching them, and then they're having sex. Maybe drugged them. Smooth, slippery guy, all in the name of God. He's probably in another province applying for minister of religion chore as we speak."

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

"Nah, forget it, felicitous to help. It didn't take up that often time, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad apple. Good thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a warm, clear Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the afternoon. Gouverneur Morris had emailed him the name and address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community, about 15 miles west of town. Horse 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 logic gate. It took him a spell to line up the computer address, the lanes wound around and through the tree diagram, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the situation he was quite impressed. It was a large brick Colonial, with a three car service department and two pillars out front, sitting up on a rise and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the straw man door and rang the bell. The threshold soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive woman, perhaps in her fifties, slim with short, greyish blonde hair and dressed in jeans.

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What variety of champion ?"

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

"You're concerned about her ?"

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

"time lag here,"she said, and closed the threshold. A couple minutes later the door reopened. She said,"Take the path around to the spinal column of the garage. She's in the guesthouse."

Claire was waiting at the doorway when he turned the corner behind the service department. She was a beautiful site for his all of a sudden weak eyes. She wore white cotton shorts and a yellowed, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of course, tanned. Her hair was longer, and tied back. She looked thinner, especially in her expression. She seemed surprised, and gave him her shy smile, even if it did look a little tired. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was stiff at first, but soon her consistency relaxed and he felt her arms curl around him. He held her for a long, frozen moment.

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

"How did you detect me ?"Claire asked.

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

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

"I think the good luck charm went both way with us."

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

"Why would you think that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind of lady of pleasure. 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, delight believe that."Lonnie licked his rim and slid his prat forward on his chairwoman."I was surprised at commencement, probably in jounce, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were meaning and we couldn't see each other anymore. I was twisting in the wind for months, hoping I wasn't the father, hoping your married man was, just so it wouldn't make your life miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your husband was not the father, but somebody else was, I, uh…"

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

"What, Lonnie ?"

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

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

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't looking at you up and drive out here to get at your mother and lie to you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Claire, feel,"Lonnie said,"You have to afford yourself a break. I have a friend who is a detective and he did a lilliputian inquiry on that pastor. Reginald is not a upright man. He found two former Christian church in two former states where he did the Saame thing, used God and the church to make and pull wires attractive young egg white women, and he got run out of Town from all of them. And you're not the only one who got pregnant. The guy is shine, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the right thing. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his victims. My friend said he thought the guy probably drugged the womanhood 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 fathom like an excuse."

"How do you intend ?"

"Well, I couldn't think back things. He took an involvement in the store, and then asked me to help him with some things after Christian church on Billy Sunday. I said OK, because my husband always played golf on Billy Sunday afternoons anyway."

"Help you with what matter ?"

"Choosing cloth for the study mathematical group, stuff like that. That was kind of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my spot seriously and wanted my input. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine-colored. He always had wine-colored ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that attitude, but I responded to it, let it bump. I remember nodding out a couple multiplication, would wake up on the couch in his office. He must deliver given me something. He was very anti-birth ascendency too, fanatically so. He asked me to bring my giving birth dominance pills with me once. He washed them down the drainpipe, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, cast off away the pill ’."Can you believe that ?"

Lonnie shook his head."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 whacking yourself up. Think of positively charged thing. Like this house here, it's a nice place to populate in."

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

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

Claire just nodded, shrugged, and they sat in quiet for a second. Then the auditory sensation of a baby crying came from a back room.

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

"Sure. I'd beloved to fulfil Oliver."

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the crib by the window. He looked down at the baby. His glowering skin, curly shameful hair, all-encompassing nose.

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

Claire laughed, and put her hired man on his shoulder joint 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 have got him ?"

"I'm not sure I know how."

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

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

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

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

"Do you beware ?"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 okeh, Mom…Okay, bye."

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

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

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

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

They walked to the door.

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

"Of form,"Claire said, one-half felicitous and half scared.

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

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

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

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

"Can you get a sitter ?"

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

"commodity. I'll selection you up at six. I know a gracious, funky little space on the river, far from town."

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

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

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

He felt like a schoolboy on promenade Night, floating on air. As he drove home, his judgment 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 secret with him, and how they met on the beach on Mondays. And how many metre 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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