seed MONDAY

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating heater. It was late on the Sabbatum good morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high up. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few transactions he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five mental block to his condominium complex and jump in the pool.

He loved running on the beach for several reasons. There was usually a child's play. The hard-packed sand was the ideal running surface. And the scenery : the beach babes, slim, hot, and wearing little.

It was a small townsfolk on the northeastern United States seacoast of Florida, a quaint reversion to earlier times. No high-rise trashing the land and seascape like well-nigh of Sunshine State. The developers and the political leader in their pockets hadn't ruined this topographic point yet. It was just five miles down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic tourist destination. People flocked to the area for weekends, or weeks on end, to soak up the history and soak up the irradiation.

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

One gal caught his heart immediately. She was standing at the boundary of the piss, getting her feet wet, and even from 50 curtilage Lonnie could tell that she had a body that could tap a turkey buzzard off a trash truck. He knew that from afar, physical structure could often face really unspoiled, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this prison term. This adult female's body was incredible. A long, lean blond, with dynamite leg, toned arms and shoulders, squeamish medium-sized titties standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At first he thought she was nude, but as he approached he could enjoin she wore a skimpy bikini that barely covered what she had and was a snug match to her tanned pelt musical note. He slowed, wanting a considerably aspect. As he passed her from barely five foundation 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 nerve for a moment. It was a face he'd known for a couplet of years. He walked up to her.

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

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

"Yes ?"she said.

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

"It's me, Lonnie."

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

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

They laughed."I guess,"she said.

"God, you look amazing,"he said.

"Thank you."

"My oculus zeroed in on you from L yard away."

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

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

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

"I run up and down this beach every Sat and Sunday. I live just five pulley-block 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 honest-to-god cleaning woman nearby, seated in a beach chairperson under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a soft-cover book book."She's staying with us for the weekend."

Lonnie liked looking at Claire, but Mom pretty much squashed any thoughts of hanging out with her. He prolonged his small public lecture for a couple minutes longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimming costume clinging like shrink wrap to her taut nipple, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her inflect upper dead body and lean stage, beaded with seawater. The small sun and moonlight tattoos on her shoulders. The gold scantling in her belly button. His shades were dark, so she probably couldn't see his center flitting about. But he knew she knew.

They said their bye, and Lonnie ran off down the beach, heading for place with half a pratfall in his sweat-soaked shorts.

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created conduct selling campaign for local businesses. All businesses and advertisers were his prospects, from the largest companies to the small Mom-and-Pops. Over two class before, when he was in his third week on the job, he was cold-calling a large strip shopping center. He started at one end of the center and went right down the line, calling on every business. The shoe store, the dry cleaner, the bowling bowling alley, the Chinese takeout, the ironware, one after the former. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a minuscule store. It was a religious bookstore. His gut told him that this position was probably not much of a candidate for a sale, but he went in anyway. A bell sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the blank space had no client at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much clip. The depot was deeper than it was wide, and the gross sales counter was in the backbone. As he strode toward the counter, a woman stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The initiatory thing he noticed about her was her smile. It was so literal, like the fille next door you've known your completely lifespan, someone you trusted mighty away. It put him at ease, and any hesitance about approaching this specific store was already gone. Then he noticed her face, pretty and tan, with baby blue heart that seemed to see right through him, a strong chin and in high spirits cheekbone, blonde hair brushing her shoulders, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her wear. A common skirt that fell below her articulatio genus and a baggy, long-sleeved blue smock with the stock logotype sewn on it. Demure, to a fault. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a little about his merchandise and showed her a few samples. He gave her his common quickly slant, and asked if he could schedule a time to occur back and gain a presentation. She surprised him and said, sure come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a door behind the counter. She led him through it to a back up room with ledge loaded with product, books, wag, gift items and legion other blood. On one side was a desk, a couple chairperson and a file cabinet.

"My situation,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not fancy I know, but please have a posterior. If the bell gang I will ingest to lead care of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his font and went into his spiel. The introduction normally took about twenty minutes, but they were interrupted once for a few minutes when the doorbell went off. He was there a just forty proceedings altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a good way to reach new client. I will let to talk over it with a couple people to have it approved. We have a meeting succeeding week and I will put this on the agenda."

"I'd be happy to add up to your coming together and do another presentation,"Lonnie offered, figuring much would get lost in the interlingual rendition if Claire did it.

"That won't be necessary,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd scan his nous."This is the way we do things. The entrepot is owned by the church building, and I meet regularly with the treasurer and rector. They usually go along with what I recommend if it's in the budget, and we have some funds available. And I think it would be a salutary thing to try. Can you depart a few sampling that I can show them ?"

Lonnie left her with a media kit stuffed with information : testimony, charge per unit, function, sample. He could tell Claire was impressed. She asked him to shout out her a week from Friday for a decision.

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

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a steady basis. There were meeting to plan and write copy, meetings to go over and proof the copy and make aggregation and drop off samples.

They liked each other. She always seemed well-chosen to see him, and he always loved to see her grinning when he walked into the store.They talked about things other than business, too. She didn't talk lots about herself, but he did get hold out a few things. She had graduated from college with a degree in business and merchandising, which made Lonnie jape, because she was so humble but probably knew a underworld of a lot more about his own occupation than he did. She was married to the straits four-in-hand of the power station local high school football game team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a merchandising manager at a turgid outlet mall and was now running this little store.

He always looked forward to his prison term when he'd see her. With each visit they became more comfy. She had a droll sense of humour that belied her clothing, which was always conservative and covered by the company smock. She had an easy laugh, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would touch him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would mash with each other, both figuring there was no scathe and nothing would come of it. Just a little impeccant fun.

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

He'd been curious how old she was, but of line he couldn't ask. He found out by accident. He saw a natal day placard on the shelf beside her desk.

"Is it your birthday ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

"Really ? wellspring, happy birthday ! I wish I'd known. So, twenty-five again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

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

"I'll try to remember that."

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

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

The only when sentence that their meetings became the to the lowest degree bit tense was when Claire would bring up religion, and try to get him to total to church. Every few months she'd bring it up, Lonnie would palpate mortified and their all vibe would decay into gracelessness, and he'd need to slink away. Lonnie believed that the bible and the man's faith were all just different edition of the Saame fairy tale. Finally, one clock time she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ Look Claire, I was brought up in church service. My female parent dragged us kids there every Sunday while Dad played golf. When we became teenagers she let us make up our own minds. One of my sister stayed, the eternal rest of us left. I'm a good guy, and God knows I'm a right guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

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

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of customer around town, and many of them eff each former. Some of them would gossip about others, and over clock time he heard a affair or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her married man and her marriage. The gist was that her married man was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the in high spirits school campus, and highly successful as the head football charabanc, but he also had an ego to more than match. He could be verbally and sometimes physically scurrilous to his players, supporter, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the kind of guy who went to church on Sunday, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by wish from the football fan, but used it as a license to be a tool the other six Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of the week. The general consensus was that Claire was a sound womanhood trapped in a bad marriage to a character A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pool after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her torso, how delicious it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her at large, church lady clothing for over two years. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so aphrodisiac, and so well-off in her skin, as well as that skimpy swimsuit. It saddened him to suppose of her stuck in a bad union and he wondered what her family sprightliness was really like. She was always upbeat and upbeat when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it possible that their occasional touching and flirting was not so innocent after all ?

The following week he stopped by the store. Claire's face broke into a wide grin and she greeted him warmly. The store had just opened so there were no customer yet. His apology for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her copy of some new templets his company had designed that she might want to use for future ads. He could have brought them the succeeding clip they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talk to her. After a brief summation, he got to the veridical reason for his visit.

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

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

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

She gave him the shy grin he adored, and said,"I could say the Lapplander 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 killer dead body you have. And why you've been hiding it behind that dust coat for so long. You should let that consistency out !"

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

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

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

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

Lonnie blushed."To think how many multiplication 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. lull and secluded, where I can ingest it to myself."

"Sounds nice. Where is it ?"

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

"A secret ? What kind of a hush-hush ? Is it on the ocean ? There aren't any private beaches around here."

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

Lonnie took the confidential information and didn't push the issue. But to him the key Book she'd said was yet.

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

-- --

They met the following Th forenoon, a half hour before the store opened, so they could get the employment done without being interrupted by client. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a weak touch of eye vestige he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a little secretive too, and he could smell her confection, delicate odor. When she touched his arm or her bridge player brushed his, he'd feel himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no idea what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him desire to lay to rest his face into her cervix and manducate her smock off with his teeth.

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

"So, are you gear up to tell me where your special, common soldier beach is ?"

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

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

"Why do you need to make love ?"

"What's the issue ? Do you intend I'm going to sneak up on you and take ikon of you in your bikini and betray them on the cyberspace ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it home ? soul should know where to look."

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

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

"okeh. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our secret, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state park, north of town ? If you walk up the beach from town about a half mile, there is the beach domain where all the parking area visitors go. There's a life sentry go, bite bar, parking lot, beach rental, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right on top of each other. But the parkland goes on for three Thomas More miles north of there all the way to the recess. There's a point about a Admiralty mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the dune are high white sand. My spot is right at the Bend, protected, and I can see the unharmed beach Frederick North and S. If anybody is approaching from either direction, I can see them coming from a mile away. I've been there a hundred times and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around recollective before they could have spotted me.

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

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

Claire watched his hindquarters as he walked the length of the memory board and out the door. Her own dead on target touch surprised her. She was hoping he would descend 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 task done quickly so she could get an earlier showtime. She was queasy, hoping he would come. She took an spare beach towel, just in case.

Lonnie decided to take the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove home base to his condo and changed from his work dress to his running attire : shoes, shorts, ballock cap and tincture. He drank a dry pint of water as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five stoppage to the wharf, then onto the beach. He slogged through the piano Sand to get to the laborious bundle sand at the water's edge, then he started running north. There was a pleasant piece of cake which felt sang-froid on his sweaty chest of drawers. He picked up his pace, passed the cluster of people on the United States Department of State parking lot beach area, and soon had nil but open, vacuous coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her spot for about an time of day when she first spotted him. He was about a mile away. Good timing, she thought. It was about prison term for another application of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to hold her 2nd coat. She'd been thinking for days about how it might feel to have his mitt roaming around on her trunk. She shivered at that sentiment, and watched his smooth stride as he drew near. She spread the redundant beach towel on the sand next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a hundred one thousand away. It was a superb spot, just like she had said. A grinning broke out on his face and he picked up the footstep. He slowed and walked the last XX yards. She looked not bad fabrication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her bridge player, smiling. Her blonde pilus was tied back. She had on a unlike lounge suit, even more revealing then the one he'd seen go time, black, with yellowed Sun and green moon on it, and the ass was not much more than than a thong.

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

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

"hi, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our underground now."

"The sleep are on their way."

"What !"

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

"You are right about this space,"he said."perfective daub. The guts is mild 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 worry getting off work, and he told her no, his time was compromising, and as long as his workplace got done and his routine were practiced there was no problem.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"Will you rub application on my back ?"

"Sure, where do I contract ?"

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

He watched her swivel her dead body around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the backbone. Lonnie thought that was a good sign. She rested the side of her head on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his hand. Smelled like cocoanut. Then he squirted a healthy string on her upper back. He admired her consistence, smoothly tanned from top to fathom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the tapered V of her flip-flop covering the cover of her cheeks, and a fatheaded corduroy running through her crack.

"darn, Claire, you have a great tan. No tan line of credit anywhere."

"That's what I like."

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

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

"Don't let me block off you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the feel of her physique as his oily fingerbreadth and medallion glided over her back and shoulders. He thought he heard subtle suspiration from Claire as he did so. He heard more sigh, just smidgens away from low moans, when he covered her bring down back. He slathered her good, like ointment cheese onto a warm bagel.

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

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

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a godforsaken bear shit in the woods ? Lonnie was gear up to own some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that sublime ass, and used every foursquare millimeter of his hands to be indisputable he didn't miss a spot. High, low, around the position. He squeezed her here and there, inducing Sir Thomas More calm moans. He even spread her cheek to let the oil muck in, and slid a finger along her tornado to be sure she had even coverage. He was proud of his employment. Even Claire's asshole would own a tan !

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

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

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

She turned over, leaving the bra on the towel beneath her. Her bare, beautiful, fully-tanned boob were a spread for his eyes. He ogled them, then looked at Claire, who had that shy smiling on her face. He squirted some juice all over her pectus, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her articulatio humeri, all over her chest. Claire was looking at his cheek the whole time, and her smile never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her tits, felt her greasy, erect nipples between his fingerbreadth and quarter round. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His eyes bored holes into her eye, and her heart bored jam into his. He leaned down, and with a hand still caressing her breast, he kissed her.

It was the most intense first candy kiss either had ever had, and it felt long overdue to both of them. Claire's sass opened without faltering, and their tongues tangoed to a sexy beat. It was a yearn candy kiss, and when their lips parted, Claire's hand was on the back of Lonnie's neck, and her nipples were on a hard, in high spirits alert.

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

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion rubbing. He was surely to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was pocket-size, covering her catch with not much to spare, and he could see the dampish outline of her lips. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her legs, because he didn't want screw thing up. He took his time 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, former than my hubby. I don't want you to intend I'm light, or a tramp steamer, or anything."

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

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

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

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

So Lonnie did. Who wouldn't ? He got face down on the large towel and waited for her digit to commence walking. His cock pressed hard against the sand. He heard the suction of her squeezing the thermionic valve, and felt the warm lotion landing on his upper back. Then her hands got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his fantasy about being intimate with her seemed to be coming avowedly, but her hands felt witching on his back. His peter 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 backbone to the base of his spine.

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

"Absolutely,"he said, abruptly of breathing space. His heart was in his throat.

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

She slipped the fingers of both her workforce inside the elastic waistcloth of his short pants and pulled them off, his pecker snagging on the fabric for a second until he lifted his breakwater and freed himself. She pulled the short circuit all the way down, over his shoes 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 manpower massaging his ass he wanted to hump the sand beneath him.

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

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

He turned over. His shaft was hard and swollen, like an overcooked bratwurst resting there on his abdomen, kissing his belly button. Claire took a good gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at start, she just applied the application and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's nipples were aroused by her touch. His groyne was squirming like an electric car eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the lotion over his dick and groin upper thighs and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the clean look. Makes things prosperous, too."

shuffling things well-to-do ? What things ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie thought. She's driving me to the edge, he was hoping he didn't come prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to come, probably sooner rather than later, and it was going to be a doozy.

Claire rubbed the application into his skin, all around it, taking her time. Then carefully into his ball. Then she rubbed it all over the irradiation of his cock, and the chief, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's stopcock was an oil slick, and her hand glided over it with slippery ease. He arched his backbone, craning for release. Then it stopped.

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

Then she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. Lonnie let out a grown that might experience made the offshore hulk come up for air. He dug his finger's breadth into the towel and lifted his groin to her face. She played with his clod in one helping hand while the other one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his crack and dug in. The tip of one entered his hole, and Lonnie thought he might bust his nuts right then.

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

He pulled her question to his and kissed her, plunged his clapper into her cum-slick lip, and rolled her over onto the other towel so he was on top. He knelt between her ramification, grabbed her ass with both workforce and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her head and upper spinal column were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his face. He sucked the textile of her thong into his mouthpiece and chewed on it for a bit, tasting its sweaty funk. Then he pulled it to the position and buried his face into her bald, tan pussy.

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

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

After several minutes he looked up, and said :"I want you to come on my face."

He rolled them over again so he was on the hindquarters and Claire was on her knees, sitting on his face. Her pussy-pounding was wanton now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force on his oral fissure, nose, and Chin. He sucked on her button like it was a clogged drinking straw, licked her salty rim, and tongue-fucked her salivating pussy. She was humping his heading, he was squeezing her ass.

In a few short circuit transactions, Claire was about to unleash. Lonnie knew it too, he could feel her shake rumble deep within her and slowly get up up.

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

Her cum gushed out of her ignited bit and collided with Lonnie's lips and chin, and into his mouth, giving him his first tasting of her peeress cum. Her groin twisted with her release, her body shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her spasms subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her natural language into his oral cavity and their kiss was long and knockout, just like Lonnie's turgid meat. With their mouths plastered together, he rolled their bodies over yet again, he was back on top. It was time to pound Claire's sexy body into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his shaft to her voluptuous slot and fed it into her. The virtuoso was amazing, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her padded walls 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 Sand might sustain been a great surface for running, but the soft, fine-grained Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin was a dandy control surface for fucking. The Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin adjusted to Claire's backside -- her spur, her cigaret, her legs, all of her -- unspoilt than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her legs around the dorsum of his as he banged her.

They stared at each other, smiling as they fucked. It had been a longsighted time, if ever, since Claire's body had been so aroused, so cosset, so treasured, and now, so roll in the hay. She had kept her beach refuge a mysterious for years, but now, despite her hesitation, her taking into custody and her guiltiness, she was glad she had told Lonnie, glad he had shown up, and knew already in her tenderness and idea that Mondays like this would become a regular matter. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's body with an arm around her broken back and jammed a finger up her ass. With a solid grip, he began slamming his putz into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each major power thrust. 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 cock. You love to fuck. You're not really that shy church lady that runs the bookshop, 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 cock. Gim me your…"

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

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

aught was said for some time, they just held each other. Claire spoke first. She leaned up on one elbow joint and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm gladiola I told you my secret,"she said.

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

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

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to separate you. I just had two incredible coming, like I can't think back ever having, it's like they washed over my organic structure like a wave. Two ! That's two Sir Thomas More than I usually have with my husband."

"We better get working on telephone number three."

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

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

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

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

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

He got it. Her husband was a big Fish in a small pond, the genius handler. Many people knew him, and would know her by association. They couldn't be seen together.

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

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

Claire watched him fade into the horizon and already missed him. His bountiful face, his loving buss, his arms around her, his peter inside her, her trunk reaching position it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the orgasms. They were wish temblor in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following workweek thinking about each former. Lonnie was there the side by side Monday and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two naked people on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and Claire hit a three-base hit on the orgasms again. She was a limp attic on her walkway back.

Later that week, Lonnie stopped into the store. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a quickie, but there were customer and a duad of church service people there, so he just waved and split.

On their third Mon afternoon, at one full point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying application to her rear, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive bod, slipping his fingers through her cranny and pulling her buttock apart in the process, he asked her a question.

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

"fountainhead then, you better bring some lubricator next clock time. 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 severely, if not harder, with a hawkshaw up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.

-- --

Over the next four months, they only missed three of their secret rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on toil Day. There were a span other multiplication when the weather was iffy, and not conducive to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each early, so they met, and their genital organ came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would stop into the computer storage once a hebdomad, a lot to a greater extent than he used to, but not often enough to call forth intuition. One time in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hired man under her skirt and his fingerbreadth inside her. She was wet and he was hard, and he wanted to fuck her right there on the desk. But the bell sounded as a customer entered the store.

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

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

She sent him out the back door and went up front to recognise the customer. She was afraid to conduct him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn't secernate her, her life was complicated enough, and he knew he could never have her. The sex was unbelievable, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many levels. He loved her wit and signified of humor, and her earthiness. She seemed so actual compared to well-nigh people he'd met. She got his gag. nigh of the women he'd been with hadn't. Sure, she was senior, but she seemed like the type of charwoman 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 consider of the forlornness she must own been feeling, and concealment, for who knows how long, every single day. He'd notice contusion on some of the off the beaten track places on her body, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an self-centred, 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 orgasms were so acute. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so sultry, every nervus ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the threshold of shorting out. Her orgasm were like five kinds of rain : They could be drizzles or spritzes or exhibitioner or downpours. Or even a flare flood tide, like the fourth dimension, after not seeing each other for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her down there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to arrest Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of course, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were Christian church multitude, mathematical group of bible shoal kids, and the occasional gross revenue rep. Usually he just waved, said he would check her later and left.

A mates of times she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church. One time it was the treasurer, a underweight old bald guy named Morris, who was very affable and gratuitous of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the store. Morris is the one who tracked the results and signed the checks, so Lonnie was happy to match him, and was glad he was happy.

Another metre, he called on Claire and there was a large, grim man behind the counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and broad-shouldered, maybe forty, and dressed impeccably in a sinister suit and a bright red tie. Lonnie figured he was another sale rep giving her a pitch, but he wasn't.

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

"how-do-you-do, Lonnie,"Reginald said, as they shook paw."Glad to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

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

They made humble talk for a couple minutes more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very costless about the advancement, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie feel good. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next week, and left.

-- --

All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Monday afternoons together on the beach. Once a week they'd arrive at their bit separately, ravenous for each other. The sex could be behind and loving, or hard and fast, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being athletic brute, they found new angles and placement for all of their rascality, and did affair they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his knife up a missy's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and Ball after his three Admiralty mile run up the beach and a dip in the sea. Her orgasms were often and intense, Lonnie's cock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her sass, her cunt, or up her ass, it didn't thing, she fucked him toilsome, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the weather was still warm and sultry. They kept their Mon dates, but Lonnie sensed a variety in Claire. They'd kiss and fuck and lick 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 pair off sentence, but she said thing were alright. It was football season, and her husband always got very acute, he had tunnel vision, didn't aid about anything but the squad and its side by side game, it's OK, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense, but Lonnie didn't argue.

Then, on the last Monday of the calendar month, Lonnie took his common Monday afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their secret billet. And Claire wasn't there. He sat on the beach for 45 second, waiting. She didn't show. Something was wrong. He ran hard, back to townsfolk, concerned and bewildered.

-- --

Lonnie went to the store the succeeding day, and then later in the week, and missed her both clock time. The noblewoman pick in said that Claire was taking a few sidereal day off, and suggested he try again the next calendar week. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the 4th of Oct, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the store in the sunup right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the chain mail. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weakly 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 lowest 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 distressing about that. I forgot all about it."

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

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

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

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

"I'm meaning,"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 jar. He was blindsided, speechless. He had no melodic theme 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 word like it was an mote smasher. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you desire to keep it, do you not want to keep it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the moment, no inquiry would be earmark or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answer anyway. She must have been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the sentence we've spent together the shoemaker's last few month. It's been fantastic, almost like a dream. But we can't see each other anymore. I'm going to have a baby, and I don't know who the Father of the Church is. But going by the numbers alone, the odds are it's not my husband. It's scary."

"How does he palpate 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 way. We've talked about having children in the past, but not for a prospicient sentence. It took him by complete surprise."

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

"Don't ask,"she said.

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

"No, there's nothing you can do. Let's just hope the child looks like my husband."

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

What a shitty natal day present, he thought.

-- --

Lonnie went back to the depot in November, just to see if they wanted to run their holiday promotion. Claire wasn't there. The temp from the church service told him Claire had taken a leave of absence of absence seizure. And she didn't know anything about advertising or packaging or selling or whatever you call it, he should call the church. He called the Christian church, left a voicemail for Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an minute went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many clock time it was like a continuous eyelet in his brain. He could feel her, could savour her. He thought about how lonely she must be, with her secret, their secret, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut ache in radiating swirls. beshrew it. Damn it. Damn it. Love sucks.

Over the winter he avoided the Holy Scripture store. He dated a twosome gallon, but they didn't compare, were big barren of fourth dimension. He ticked off the days of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no net idea, really, he could only guess at when the lucky sperm found its way to her forebode dry land. He did the mathematics, and the baby could be due anytime in the outpouring.

In mid-April, he went back to the store, just queer, and he lucked out. There was a different woman minding the depot. Her name was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a unimaginative church service lady : Old, gray-haired, thin as a track, in a wearing apparel that hung to her articulatio talocruralis, and was a gossip who loved to talk. She knew the unhurt story. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big secret. But it turned out Claire had another big enigma of her own.

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

"If you're looking for that blonde girl who used to run this computer storage, you won't regain her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their house and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her married man, and that's for sure. It's an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no prize, and an superfluity for the church too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the nascence, the grandparents, the kinfolk and acquaintance, only to recover out she had a black child ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that tantrum. And they fired that help pastor too, and it's a good thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a couple other young Andrew D. White girls in the church service too. Hopefully they don't end up with black babies too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a distributor point it all went in one ear and out the early. He left the storehouse in a fog. He sat in his car for a long while, thinking. How farsighted was she seeing the sermonizer ? When did it start, 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 halt out the preacher, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange feeling, and he couldn't control it. After all the months of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her married man, of being on edge, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the Father of the Church of her infant, now, and he could hardly trust it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his oeuvre, so he tug around aimlessly for a while. He drove by Claire's business firm -- or to be More accurate, former planetary house -- and sure enough there was a for-sale signaling out straw man. The place was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedging along the front and what looked to be a pond cage in the dorsum.

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

He called William Morris at the church building and left a voicemail asking him to please call back, it was about the contract the church had with his party. He really wanted to come up out more about Claire, but the message did its job and he got a callback.

Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out of the contract. He said the church was in a State Department of confusion, they didn't know who was running the shop one day to the next, and he had no estimate when they'd find a permanent substitution to manage the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn't care about that. He wanted to know about Claire.

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

"How did that happen ?"

"Not for sure, but he got her under his spell somehow, her and a twain other whitened gallon. must have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you do it where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you consume a earpiece routine for her ?"

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

"Could I have the address ? I'd like to allude radical with her. I dealt with her for nearly three age, and then beano, she was gone. I'd like to verbalize to her, say hi, at least."

"Well, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the context, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my actual job. I have it at my office at the Christian church. I'll electronic mail it to you."

"Thank you, Morris, that's very variety of you. Since I heard about what happened, I've mentation about what that misfortunate noblewoman has been going through."

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

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their mystery maculation. 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 walk and noticed that her sunburn was darker and robust than ever, a more striking contrast to her beach blonde pilus. Then he stood in front of her, looked down at her exquisite organic structure, and saw that it wasn't her burn at all. Claire was black.

"Come on, Honey,"she said, reaching for his shortstop."Take these off and make love to me before high lunar time period. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his shorts and he was instantly on the blanket beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his oral cavity, and her black hand wrapped around his burgeoning rooster. He was soon kissing her neck opening, her shoulders, her intumesce boob, and finally her shaven Joseph Black twat.

"Ooh yes, baby, that's it. Eat my pussy. Then you can do it it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that black 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 dark hide, which seemed to make him dive into it with redundant zest. The coldness salt water was rising on the beach, he now could sense it on his feet.

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

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

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

The seawater reached the towels, each Wave washing over their mortise joint before it ebbed.

"fuck me, infant. Put your white hammer in my black pussycat. I want your sperm inside me, so I can let your sister. A Andrew D. White babe, or half-white child. I don't care what my married man thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the baby looks different, founder me your white seed…"

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

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

He lunged at her kitty one more time and missed, and he ejaculated into thin air, multiple shots of his cum landing on her stage, 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 import. Then he recognized his chamber. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a crazy dreaming, he thought, what a deep sleep. He didn't dreaming that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this time. It all seemed so real. Scary very. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his boxers 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 privy and clean himself up. And two, he had to bump her.

-- --

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

The first gear one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the news program. He was fired by the school system of rules. The coach was pissed off at halftime of a big contention biz. They were behind by two touchdowns at home, and he decided to blaspheme out his team and slap around one of his players who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the camera of person's cell phone. He was contrite and apologetic, and blamed it on the strain he was under with his impending divorcement, but it didn't hold practically water. He was toast.

The second was about the helper curate. Lonnie had a friend he had grown up with who worked for a security department firm. His name was mike. He asked him for some aid looking into this now-gone help pastor. Mike discovered that good old Reginald had a pretty severe background.

"This guy's a real patch of study, Lonnie,"microphone said."He's never been busted, just a couple complaints and one sexual harassment accusation that didn't stick. This is at least the tertiary church, that I could find, in three different country, where he's left under a cloud. And of course the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the Lapp, sex with white fair sex, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a couple of them dropped out of stack. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the women wouldn't talk of the town, and the ones that did couldn't remember things. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his office, supposedly to facilitate him with church stuff, they'd have a shabu 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 gens of God. He's probably in another state applying for minister jobs as we speak."

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

"Nah, forget it, happy to avail. It didn't take up that much sentence, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad apple. salutary thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a quick, authorize Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the afternoon. Morris had emailed him the reference as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community, about XV naut mi west of town. cavalry country.

Lonnie didn't have the gate code so he had to hang around close by until another vehicle entered, and he followed it through the gate. It took him a while to find the address, the lanes wound around and through the tree, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the space he was quite strike. It was a bombastic brick Colonial, with a three car garage and two column out front, sitting up on a boost and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the social movement doorway and call up the bell. The door soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid-fifties, slim with forgetful, grayish blonde hair and dressed in jeans.

"Hi, my name is Lonnie,"he said."I'm sorry to drop by unexpectedly. I'm a champion 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 sort of friend ?"

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

"You're touch on about her ?"

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

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

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the quoin behind the garage. She was a beautiful site for his suddenly watery center. She wore white cotton wool shorts and a yellow, 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 grin, even if it did take care a little tired. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was stiff at foremost, but soon her consistence relaxed and he felt her arms curl around him. He held her for a longsighted, icy moment.

She led him inside. There was a go area and a lowly eat-in kitchen. A hallway led to what he presumed was the bathroom and bedroom. They sat in chairs in figurehead of a large window facing the oaks.

"How did you find me ?"Claire asked.

"William Morris gave me the speech. 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 ways with us."

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

"Why would you remember that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind of working girl. That's what most people think."

"Oh no, no, no, Claire, don't think that, I don't think that. I don't think that at all, please believe that."Lonnie licked his lips and slid his goat forward on his chair."I was surprised at first, probably in impact, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were pregnant and we couldn't see each early anymore. I was twisting in the malarkey for months, hoping I wasn't the Father of the Church, hoping your husband was, just so it wouldn't make your life miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your hubby 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 mind, looked her in the eye."I wished your sister was mine."

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

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't look you up and push back out here to annoy your mother and lie to you."

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

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would like some ice tea. He accepted, assuming that was a goodness house. She left, came back with two tall tumblers 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 get. Very unexpected, but very nice."

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

"Oh, I don't know. okay, I guess. Just taking it a day at a sentence. 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, looking at,"Lonnie said,"You have to give yourself a happy chance. I have a friend who is a investigator and he did a little enquiry on that pastor. Reginald is not a good man. He found two other Christian church in two other states where he did the same thing, used God and the church to score and manipulate attractive young white women, and he got run out of town from all of them. And you're not the merely one who got significant. The guy is smooth, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the good affair. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his victim. My friend said he thought the guy probably drugged the womanhood somehow too."

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

"What ?"

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

"How do you intend ?"

"Well, I couldn't think thing. He took an interest in the computer memory, and then asked me to assist him with some matter after Christian church on Sundays. I said okay, because my husband always played golf on Sunday afternoon anyway."

"assist you with what things ?"

"Choosing material for the study grouping, poppycock like that. That was form of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my position seriously and wanted my input. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine-colored. He always had wine ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that post, but I responded to it, let it occur. I remember nodding out a couple times, would wake up on the sofa in his power. He must own given me something. He was very anti-birth command too, fanatically so. He asked me to contribute my nativity ascendency pills with me once. He washed them down the drainage, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, throw away the pill ’."Can you believe that ?"

Lonnie shook his 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 beating yourself up. Think of positive things. Like this sign here, it's a skillful place to last in."

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

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

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

He followed her into the chamber, and over to the cribbage by the windowpane. He looked down at the baby. His dark skin, curly black hair's-breadth, wide nose.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure I know how."

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

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

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

Lonnie went back to the living room, sat down and pledge the balance of his tea. Claire returned with Joseph Oliver and his bottle. She sat down to feed him. The phone rang.

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

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

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

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

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

"No, it's okeh, 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 question before I go ?"Lonnie said.

"Of line,"Claire said, one-half happy and half scared.

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

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

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

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

"Can you get a sitter ?"

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

"goodness. I'll cream you up at six. I know a nice, funky little place 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 face, then kissed Joseph Oliver on his forehead."Looking forward to it."

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

He felt like a schoolboy on prom night, floating on air. As he drove home, his thinker 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 Mon. And how many times they'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked and held each other. And now finally, after all of that, occur Monday they would be going out on their first date.

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