Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the can next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an older guy, around fifty, about six metrical unit tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed husk hat shading his light, Germanic pelt. Seated at the bar, she removed her dark glasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her crapulence arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a minuscule star sign in North Florida, about four cylinder block from the Atlantic ocean, and I walk down to this little home on the beach for glad hour on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, bury about it, I stay home and fuddle Cuba Libres on my book binding porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the human foot of A Street right hand at the beach. It's a small place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe fifteen stools and a few tabular array, all deuces and four tops. There are four Brobdingnagian roof fan and magnanimous windowpane broad open to the sea breeze. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the stag party sit.

The girl next to me is a knockout. She is Asian, maybe in her mid-twenties, with streaked John Brown hair down past her articulatio humeri and greenish centre. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small bosom and a overnice rear end. She's wearing white shorts and a red tube top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young girls nowadays.
Usually at happy minute the bar is just the regulars, retirees and surfboarder dude, and the girl looked a lilliputian out of berth. I must have got seen her around town, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her potable I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple times and flashed that shy smile.

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

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

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another bill of exchange beer as well.
We made low lecture. She said she was studying forcible therapy at the local college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts because the school had a national reputation for the program.

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

"Oh, my epithet is diddlyshit, by the way,"I said."jackstones Hammer."

"Hi manual laborer, nice to meet you,"she said."My figure is Emma Lee."

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

We talked for a few more minutes, and when she finished her drink she rose from her crapper. She said good day, it was skillful talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't look back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her gratifying ass until she was out of sight.

For virtually of the following week I didn't see her, but then on the next Th afternoon I was sitting on the same stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the early position of the horseshoe. We made eye contact and smiled at each former a couplet of prison term but null was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next couple of calendar week I saw her three more times and we had conversations. She told me about her field and I told her about my late calling in advertising. She asked me if I watched ‘ Mad Men'on TV but I said no, I'd never seen it. We talked about a lot of matter. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any Kyd and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Massachusetts ; her female parent was a nurse which had sparked her interest in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's percentage of my studies. We have to learn all that clobber, and we need victims…I have in mind subjects…to practice on."

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

"Come as you are,"she said."But wear down boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing brightness blue scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a minuscule room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

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

The room was small, maybe ten by XII, with the massage table in the mall. There was a table, two chairperson and a partition to stand behind while undressing. I hung my wearing apparel on hooks on the lavender rampart. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herb tea aromas and listening to new age music.

When I left there an hour later I felt like a million one dollar bill, looser than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, damn, this chick is tremendous, and she's just learning ! I savored the computer storage of her strong hands gliding over my body, kneading my muscle, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my brain, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a in effect amount of time on my headspring, my hair and my neck, which seemed to loosen the residuum of my physical structure, removing my tenseness and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my understructure, and then she told me to flip over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one point she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty daughter like her was doing the job."It's only natural,"was all she said.

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

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

It was a undimmed, sunny day. We both wore wraith, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how nice it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the cobbler's last few weeks. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about assorted affair, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject of the massage came up and I again told her how much I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so loose for Clarence Day afterward.

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

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

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

I told her I wouldn't head paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hour or so as we talked and laughed about a number of issue. When we parted we set the escort for my massage for three days hence, a Saturday good afternoon. She said that she didn't have a mesa so I should just lay down some cushions and cover on the carpet and to have a small pillow William Christopher Handy for my head. When we said bye-bye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

I had the floor all set when she arrived with her bag of dainty. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with sorry jean crosscut and her smallish braless titties poking through the cloth of her tan t-shirt. She told me to strip down to my boxers and lie face down, and I did as instructed.

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a little speaker and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening nursing bottle of lotions or crude as I lay there anticipating her feeling. Then I heard her unworthy hands rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my cervix and back. Her unattackable finger started on my cervix and scalp, my tension eroding and loosening seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the musculus in my upper, then humble back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the rear of my peg and her men soon followed, kneading my threadbare old runner's muscularity, a tinge of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calf and ankle to my feet. Then she spoke for the outset time.

"Let's get these drawers off,"she said as her bridge player latched onto the waistcloth of my jockeys."Lift up."

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal amount of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass cranny. She worked my brass, piercing excavation with her foresightful, talented fingerbreadth, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my mother fucker. side by side I felt her spread open the rim of my sphincter with one bridge player, and then I felt the taper tip of one of her plastic bottles enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet flow shot into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

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

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

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

I rolled over onto my spinal column. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her clothes and wore nix but a skimpy red G-string and a stud poker that filled her omphalos. I stared at her sexy, slim, gymnastic build.

"You have a beautiful torso,"I said.

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

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

Then there was More oil. On my shoulder, chest of drawers and stomach, then her hands worked their magic. Her thumbs dug into muscle and bod, teased my nipples, oil collected in my navel. Then to the pegleg, Thomas More oil, more than fingerbreadth work, more than tired castanets coming to life.

Then it was prison term for my midriff, and hopefully my throbbing eight inch erection. Emma didn't disappoint.

More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged phallus. Then her work force went to work. She massaged my balls and itch my crotch. Her unctuous medal and fingers surrounded my slimy member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery beam making easy going for her dexterous workforce. I swelled with want. After a couple of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my center already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her oral fissure. first base she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her head up and down and I watched my cock slide in and out of her rima oris over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my mitt so I could better see the show.

She raised her head and my prick reemerged from between her thin lips."You must make a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock and said,"Because you have such a swollen head teacher !"

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

She returned to her business organization, taking me in her mouth inch by inch until the entire length of my cock disappeared and her brim were kissing my glob. I could feel her long tongue squiggling along my rotating shaft as her lip sucked and pressured my thin, taut pelt. I placed my script on her ass and massaged her succulent curves, fingering the crack of her sweet ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy flip-flop and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a throat full moon of cock when my finger entered her love canal and started finger-fucking her. kickoff slowly, then with increasing rhythm and force I poked her, eliciting more groan from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingers and with my bridge player back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the message immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her long thin pegleg until they were straddling my forefront and her high-flown shaved kidnapping was touching my back talk.

I kissed her polish phalacrosis and tasted her inner lips. My clapper danced on her prick, licking her pliable rim. I reinserted my forefinger finger into her pussy until it was good and lube, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her asshole. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the Lapp minute I plunged my finger into her mean ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scared jigger, mashing her pussycat into my boldness. My finger sped up and she was now mouthing me with even stronger mania, emitting gurgles and groan, sucking with a power as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our drive and pacing, we fell into a wholeness of purpose. I chewed her clit and my glossa explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her face as she attempted to suck in my dick off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my neck and chin, and soon my cock exploded into her filled mouthpiece, my spasms, seven, eight, nine metre, until the death drop was drunk.

She finally removed my spent reed organ from her lip, but continued to buss it and lick the shaft of light. I kept working her beloved hammer with my mouth and hold back my fucking finger in her ass.

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

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure thrust from her sweet young twat I felt her stage tighten like a vise on the face of my school principal and she started fucking my mouthpiece with her clit. I wasn't long before another ebullition of Liquid Emma flowed from between those delicious lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my facial expression. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our sass met for the first time, and our natural language plowed into cum-flavored backtalk. As we kissed I took her in my weaponry, one hand behind her and one on her erected nipple and tit. The kiss went on for a long time, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her paw in my hair allowed my mouth to graze on her fertile chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this affair inside me yet,"she said, giving my pecker a soft squeeze. I swung my consistency on top of her."No trouble, Jack. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my backbreaking l yr old hammer and slid it with easiness into her soft twenty-some year old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my railroad train into her tunnel.

I started dim and slow and Emma fell right in and matched me stroke for shot. Then a footling faster, a little harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the paries. I didn't come for a while so we kept fucking, but when I saw drop of perspiration above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In arrant time with one monumental thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the rampart, a frame in picture came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid love I came again too, and shot my sperm cryptic into her. When it was over I rolled onto my dorsum and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my cock inside her for a foresighted time.

Over the next several hours I fucked her two more times, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my sass was doing my matter between her leg she moaned loudly and steadily and said my epithet over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or 9th fourth dimension, she shivered and squeezed my brain between her ramification and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"Damn, Jack, you eat pussy almost as good as a cleaning lady !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girls ?"

"Oh come on, sea dog. Is that a problem ?"

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

"Type. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

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

We kissed and talked for a few proceedings. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was great, but there was no substitute for a genuine peter. In her mouth, her slit, or her ass.

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

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

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

I squeezed a dollop onto two digit, placed them against her rubber rim and pushed. One finger in first, then the second, to let out her. My digit plunged into her and she murmured as I spread the goo. Then she pinched some jelly into her script and went to puzzle out on me, and soon my tool was greased and ready to kick ass.

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the heading of my dick to her welcoming whoreson and pushed. I took it tiresome but I eased right in. This was no vestal asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that infant. Emma was into it too, grunting with each muscular poke, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of track make me fuck her sugared ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to drive her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelps. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

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

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

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

She drove off and I tried to bottom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this new cleaning woman, we had had sex to beat the band, uncountable orgasms, but I knew zero about her, other than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her telephone set number.

In the days that followed she didn't call and she didn't shew up at the bar. I tried to rule her with no succeeder. The schooltime would hand out no information, and since she was immature and probably renting, her public figure never came up on attribute searches. I didn't want to think that what was too good to be reliable was just that.

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

"Want to admit a base on balls on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, and we headed out. nil was said at kickoff, but Emma was first to speak.

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

"O.K.,"I said."What are they ?"

"act one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off safety device. I think I was in the beginning throes of shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a pulsation, and my heartbeat raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, impudent, shady, sexy, excite, Hades, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thought process, I reached for her and press my lip against hers. She seemed receptive for a bit or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a puzzled face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

"You're my Father, you goofball,"she said."That's the s thing I wanted to tell you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

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

My mind raced back through time. I remembered the head trip. I went with my protagonist Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless dark with a midget Chinese girl from Beantown.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

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

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

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

"How did you ?"I asked.

"buck private investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your first gens, a cosmopolitan description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few name calling, but only a mates of them were probably because of the ages. He traced you here and I enrolled in school. I found your home and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

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

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it easy. I'm an grownup, I made that determination a long fourth dimension ago. I guess I've wanted to get it on you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said nice thing about you. I could recite she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

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

"When I got older she told me more details about your mean solar day together. About the sex, about your body, and how skillful you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to breastfeed cock at the fourth dimension, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how safe you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made dear on the beach late one dark and hoi polloi were walking by every few minutes and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't discovery you. And she said that on the flight of steps domicile she knew she was going to have your babe. And she was going to retain it.

"So that's why I wanted to fuck you, diddlysquat. For years I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to palpate everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to finger one matter she never did."

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

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

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

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

"I'm meaning,"she said with a crack cocaine in her voice. I had a feeling her centre watered behind her sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A loud, booming crack of lightning impinge on very close to house, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metallic element roof of my firm. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sheets were soaked with perspiration. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

I walked to the lav and splashed my face with dusty water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, lawsuit, foreclosures, low.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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