COME Monday

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

He loved running on the beach for several rationality. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed sand was the apotheosis running surface. And the scenery : the beach babes, slim, hot, and wearing little.

It was a minor township on the northeastward coast of Florida, a quaint throwback to originally times. No high-rises trashing the Din Land and seascape like most of Florida. The developers and the political leader in their pockets hadn't ruined this station yet. It was just five Swedish mile down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic tourer destination. People flocked to the domain for weekends, or weeks on end, to inebriate up the history and soak up the light beam.

It was a good day for sightseeing, Lonnie thought as he plodded along, checking out the scenery from behind his tincture. The beach was crowded and the babe were out in force play. It made him need to slow down so he'd have a better chance to take them all in.

One gal caught his eyes immediately. She was standing at the edge of the water, getting her feet wet, and even from fifty chiliad Lonnie could narrate that she had a body that could rap a Buteo buteo off a tripe truck. He knew that from afar, bodies could often calculate really well, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this time. This woman's body was incredible. A long, skimpy blonde, with dynamite legs, toned limb and berm, nice medium-sized titties standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At first he thought she was defenseless, but as he approached he could tell she wore a lean bikini that barely covered what she had and was a close match to her tanned skin tone. He slowed, wanting a unspoilt look. As he passed her from barely five infantry 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 face for a instant. It was a face he'd known for a couple of years. He walked up to her.

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

She looked baffle, surprised by his approach. Lonnie could see momentary mix-up on her face as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each former. She was deeply tanned, her tits and crotch and ass barely covered by her bikini. He wore only brake shoe, running short, and a baseball cap. They were way out of circumstance. When they usually saw each other they both wore commercial enterprise attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

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

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

They laughed."I guess,"she said.

"God, you look amazing,"he said.

"Thank you."

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

"Oh, please…"she said with a diffused, hinder laugh.

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

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

"I run up and down this beach every Sat and Lord's Day. I live just five stoppage from the pier."

"I don't usually come here to the townspeople beach. I don't like the crowds. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an older cleaning woman nearby, seated in a beach chair under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a soft-cover book book."She's staying with us for the weekend."

Lonnie liked looking at Claire, but Mom pretty much squashed any cerebration of hanging out with her. He prolonged his belittled talk of the town for a couple minutes longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrapping to her taut nipples, business firm ass, and cameltoe. Her tone upper torso and lean wooden leg, beaded with brine. The small sun and moon tattoos on her shoulder. The atomic number 79 stud in her belly button. His ghost were dark, so she probably couldn't see his eyes flitting about. But he knew she knew.

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

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created steer selling campaigns for local businesses. All businesses and advertisers were his prospects, from the expectant society to the lowly Mom-and-Pops. Over two years 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 memory board, the dry cleanser, the bowling back street, the Chinese takeaway, the hardware, one after the other. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a modest store. It was a religious bookstore. His gut told him that this situation was probably not much of a prospect for a sale, but he went in anyway. A Alexander Melville Bell sounded when he opened the threshold. He was relieved to see the place had no customer at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much sentence. The store was deeper than it was all-inclusive, and the sales counter was in the back. As he strode toward the sideboard, 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 genuine, like the little girl side by side door you've known your totally life, someone you trusted right away. It put him at simpleness, and any hesitance about approaching this particular computer storage was already gone. Then he noticed her fount, pretty and tan, with baby low eyes that seemed to see right through him, a substantial Chin and high cheekbones, blond tomentum brushing her articulatio humeri, off-white earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A green skirt that fell below her articulatio genus and a baggy, long-sleeved blue gaberdine with the store logo sewn on it. Demure, to a fault. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a little about his mathematical product and showed her a few samples. He gave her his usual quick sales talk, and asked if he could schedule a time to fare back and make a intro. 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 room with shelf loaded with ware, Holy Scripture, cards, gift point and numerous former stock. On one side was a desk, a brace chairs and a file cabinet cabinet.

"My office,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not envision I know, but please have a seat. If the Alexander Bell rings I will have to take care of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his typesetter's case and went into his spiel. The presentation normally took about twenty minute of arc, but they were interrupted once for a few minute of arc when the bell went off. He was there a commodity forty minutes altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a good way to gain new client. I will ingest to discuss it with a couple mass to ingest it approved. We have a meeting next hebdomad and I will put this on the agenda."

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

"That won't be necessary,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd read his mind."This is the way we do things. The store is owned by the church, and I meet regularly with the treasurer and pastor. 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 good thing to try. Can you forget a few sampling that I can evince them ?"

Lonnie left her with a culture medium kit stuffed with information : testimony, pace, map, sample. He could tell Claire was impressed. She asked him to call her a workweek from Friday for a decision.

Two workweek later they were both seated at her desk designing her firstly campaign. Claire signed a contract to run a promotion every other month.

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a habitue ground. There were meetings to contrive and pen written matter, meetings to go over and proof the copy and make collections and sink off samples.

They liked each former. She always seemed happy to see him, and he always loved to see her grinning when he walked into the store.They talked about things other than business sector, too. She didn't public lecture much about herself, but he did find out a few things. She had graduated from college with a arcdegree in business and marketing, which made Lonnie jest, because she was so modest but probably knew a hell of a lot more about his own business than he did. She was married to the headland passenger vehicle of the power station local high school football team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a merchandising director at a large outlet mall and was now running this little store.

He always looked forward to his times when he'd see her. With each visit they became more comfortable. She had a droll horse sense of humor that belied her clothing, which was always conservative and covered by the company gaberdine. She had an sluttish gag, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would touch him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would butterfly with each other, both figuring there was no harm and nothing would make out of it. Just a little innocent fun.

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

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

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

"Is it your birthday ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

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

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

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

"I'll try to remember that."

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

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

The sole times that their meetings became the least bit tense was when Claire would bring up religion, and try to get him to come to church. Every few month she'd bring it up, Lonnie would finger embarrassed and their totally vibe would decay into clumsiness, and he'd wishing to slink away. Lonnie believed that the Holy Scripture and the reality's organized religion were all just different adaptation of the Sami fairy tale. Finally, one clip she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ feel Claire, I was brought up in church. My female parent dragged us tyke there every Dominicus while Dad played golf. When we became teen she let us make up our own minds. One of my sister stayed, the repose of us left. I'm a adept guy, and God knows I'm a good guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

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

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of clients around townsfolk, and many of them knew each other. Some of them would gossip about others, and over time he heard a affair or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her married man and her man and wife. The gist was that her married man was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the richly schooling campus, and highly successful as the head football omnibus, but he also had an ego to Sir Thomas More than match. He could be verbally and sometimes physically abusive to his participant, assistants, 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 compliment from the football game fans, but used it as a permission to be a prick the other six days of the week. The oecumenical consensus was that Claire was a good adult female trapped in a bad matrimony to a Type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pool after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her soundbox, how yummy it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her loose, church dame clothing for over two years. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so aphrodisiac, and so comfortable in her skin, as well as that skimpy bathing suit. It saddened him to believe of her stuck in a bad marriage and he wondered what her domicile biography was really like. She was always cheerful and eudaemonia 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 take after week he stopped by the store. Claire's look broke into a extensive smiling and she greeted him warmly. The shop had just opened so there were no customer yet. His excuse for dropping by was that he wanted to go forth her transcript of some new template his company had designed that she might require to use for time to come ads. He could have brought them the adjacent metre 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 substantial understanding for his visit.

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

"Yes, that was overnice. 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 mighty by you before I realized it was you. I'm not used to seeing so practically of you as I did that day, if you know what I mean."

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day : The broad shoulders, lose weight waist, flat venter, his muscled thigh, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

"fountainhead, I think you've been hiding a pretty good consistence behind your salesman outfits, too."

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

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

"Sounds gracious. Where is it ?"

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

"A private ? What kind of a mystery ? 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 hint and didn't push the issue. But to him the key parole she'd said was yet.

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

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They met the following Th morning, a half hour before the store opened, so they could get the work done without being interrupted by customers. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a low-cal contact of eye fantasm he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a footling closer too, and he could smell out her sugariness, delicate aroma. When she touched his arm or her hired man brushed his, he'd flavour himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no estimation what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him need to bury his brass into her neck and manducate her gabardine off with his teeth.

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

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

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

"Why is it a mysterious ? If it's such a big place, wouldn't it be better if you shared it ? I won't Tell anyone."

"Why do you want to have it off ?"

"What's the matter ? Do you recollect I'm going to pussyfoot up on you and take pictures of you in your bikini and betray them on the cyberspace ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it menage ? Somebody should lie with where to look."

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

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

"okey. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our orphic, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state parking area, North of townsfolk ? If you walk up the beach from town about a half mile, there is the beach area where all the parking lot visitors go. There's a life guard, snack bar, parking lot, beach rentals, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right on top of each early. But the park goes on for three more statute mile north of there all the way to the recess. There's a point about a mil and a one-half up where the coastline curves eastward and the sand dune are high T. H. White sand. My spot is aright at the bend, protected, and I can see the whole beach Frederick North and south. If anybody is approaching from either direction, I can see them coming from a knot away. I've been there a hundred times and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around tenacious before they could have spotted me.

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

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

Claire watched his behind as he walked the length of the depot and out the door. Her own true feelings surprised her. She was hoping he would derive 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 job done quickly so she could get an before start. She was anxious, hoping he would come. She took an surplus beach towel, just in case.

Lonnie decided to fill the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noonday, drove dwelling to his condominium and changed from his body of work clothes to his running dress : brake shoe, shorts, ball cap and shades. He drank a pint of body of water as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five city block to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the soft sand to get to the operose pile sand at the piddle's boundary, then he started running north. There was a pleasant breeze which felt cool on his sweaty chest. He picked up his tread, passed the cluster of people on the nation Mungo Park beach area, and soon had nothing but open, empty coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her situation for about an hour when she first spotted him. He was about a statute mile away. Good timing, she thought. It was about time for another covering of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to apply her second coat. She'd been thinking for days about how it might palpate to sustain his hands roaming around on her body. She shivered at that thought, and watched his placid stride as he drew near. She spread the extra beach towel on the gumption 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 smile broke out on his boldness and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the last twenty yards. She looked great lying there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her hired man, smiling. Her light-haired fuzz was tied back. She had on a different bikini, even more reveal then the one he'd seen last time, inkiness, with yellow suns and unripe moons on it, and the bottom was not much more than a thong.

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

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

"Hello, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our mysterious now."

"The rest 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 arrive. 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 frigidity water system. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are right about this place,"he said."perfect dapple. The moxie is soft as pulverization. It's beautiful."

"Yep. And we have it all to ourselves."

Lonnie liked the way she said ‘ ourselves ’. Claire asked him if he had any trouble getting off work, and he told her no, his time was flexible, and as long as his work got done and his act were good there was no job.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"Will you rub lotion on my back ?"

"Sure, where do I signalize ?"

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

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

"Damn, Claire, you have a dandy tan. No tan lines anywhere."

"That's what I like."

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

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

"Don't let me kibosh you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the tone of her physical body as his smarmy fingers and palms glided over her back and articulatio humeri. He thought he heard subtle sigh from Claire as he did so. He heard more sigh, just smidgens away from low moans, when he covered her take down back. He slathered her secure, like emollient high mallow onto a warm bagel.

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

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

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a gaga bear bastard in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood ? Lonnie was ready to cause some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that noble-minded ass, and used every square millimeter of his hands to be certain he didn't miss a spot. High, low, around the sides. He squeezed her here and there, inducing to a greater extent silence moans. He even spread her nerve to let the oil ooze in, and slid a finger along her tornado to be for certain she had even reporting. He was proud of his work. Even Claire's asshole would hold a tan !

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

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

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

She turned over, leaving the bra on the towel beneath her. Her bare, beautiful, fully-tanned titty were a feast for his oculus. He ogled them, then looked at Claire, who had that shy smile on her face. He squirted some juice all over her chest of drawers, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her shoulder joint, all over her breasts. Claire was looking at his face the whole sentence, and her smile never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her teat, felt her greasy, erect nipples between his fingerbreadth and thumbs. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His eye bored holes into her centre, and her eyes bored holes into his. He leaned down, and with a hand still caressing her boob, he kissed her.

It was the most intense beginning kiss either had ever had, and it felt long overdue to both of them. Claire's mouth opened without hesitation, and their tongues tangoed to a sexy beat. It was a long osculation, and when their brim parted, Claire's hand was on the backbone of Lonnie's neck, and her nipples were on a heavy, high alert.

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

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion detrition. He was sure to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was small, covering her puss with not much to give up, and he could see the damp outline of her lips. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her legs, because he didn't want screw things up. He took his prison term on her legs and feet.

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

"Never done what, specifically ?"

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

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

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

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

"O.K., on your stomach,"she said."Your number. 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 fingerbreadth to start walking. His cock pressed hard against the George Sand. He heard the suction of her squeezing the tube, and felt the warm application landing on his upper back. Then her hands got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his illusion about being intimate with her seemed to be coming true, but her custody felt magical on his dorsum. His dick 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 full body tan, but you want me to do your tooshie ?"she asked.

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

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

She slipped the fingerbreadth of both her hands inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the cloth for a 2d until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the shorts all the way down, over his shoe and off. Then she poured lotion all over his ass.

Lonnie felt the trickle of the lotion into his crack, and when he felt her strong hired man massaging his ass he wanted to bonk the sand beneath him.

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

This was new ground for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running play shoes, and he was thinking, hoot, this woman who had been so modest and reserved around me for over two years, has a bit of a wild streak she's been hiding. And here she is, bare but for the postage stamp barely hiding her gash, relaxed and completely well-off with her own trunk, and now she is set to get comfy with mine.

He turned over. His hammer was difficult and swell, like an overcooked brat resting there on his abdomen, kissing his belly clit. Claire took a good gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at inaugural, she just applied the lotion and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's pap were aroused by her tactual sensation. His bulwark was squirming like an electric eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the application over his pecker and groin pep pill thighs and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the sportsmanlike feel. Makes affair easier, too."

brand things well-off ? What things ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie idea. She's driving me to the edge, he was hoping he didn't ejaculate prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to hail, 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 ballock. Then she rubbed it all over the slam of his cock, and the head, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's rooster was an oil slick, and her manus glided over it with slippery ease. He arched his cover, craning for press release. Then it stopped.

"This lotion tastes really good. coconut palm,"Claire said, and licked her finger.

Then she lowered her headland and took his tool into her mouth. Lonnie let out a grown that might have made the offshore giant come up for air. He dug his fingers into the towel and lifted his mole to her look. She played with his balls in one hand while the other one slipped under his ass, and her digit crept to his sally and dug in. The tip of one entered his fix, 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 hanker rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his oily flesh, pushing all his right hand buttons, but he couldn't hold any longer. When he knew his dick was about to erupt, he put his hands around her neck and held on, and arched his consistence, inching it deeper. He came in a foresighted, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his pecker and ropes of seed shot into her mouth.

He pulled her question to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick back talk, and rolled her over onto the other towel so he was on top. He knelt between her wooden leg, grabbed her ass with both helping hand and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her mind and upper back were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his face. He sucked the fabric of her thong into his mouth and chewed on it for a second, tasting its sweaty Funk. Then he pulled it to the side and buried his face into her bald, tan pussy.

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

Lonnie rammed his tongue into her twat, chomped away on her well up clit, and pigged out. Claire was moaning, writhing, wildly pushing her crotch into him, and digging her men through his hair's-breadth as he ate her.

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

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

In a few shortsighted minutes, Claire was about to unleash. Lonnie knew it too, he could find her milk sickness rumble deep within her and slowly heighten up.

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

Her cum gushed out of her ignited snatch and collided with Lonnie's lips and chin, and into his mouth, giving him his initiative taste of her lady cum. Her jetty twisted with her release, her soundbox shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping slit into his teeth.

When her spasms subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her tongue into his sassing and their kiss was tenacious and backbreaking, just like Lonnie's intumescent inwardness. With their mouths plastered together, he rolled their dead body over yet again, he was back on top. It was fourth dimension to pound Claire's sexy body into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his cock to her pleasant-tasting expansion slot and fed it into her. The sensation was amazing, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushion 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 have been a bang-up surface for running, but the soft, powdery George Sand was a capital surface for fucking. The sand adjusted to Claire's backside -- her spine, her butt, her legs, all of her -- better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her legs around the rear of his as he banged her.

They stared at each other, smiling as they fucked. It had been a long time, if ever, since Claire's body had been so aroused, so indulged, so treasured, and now, so love. She had kept her beach refuge a hidden for year, but now, despite her hesitation, her savvy and her guilt, she was glad she had told Lonnie, glad he had shown up, and knew already in her heart and mind that Mondays like this would become a veritable matter. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's consistency with an arm around her small back and jammed a digit up her ass. With a solid handle, he began slamming his cock into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each superpower drive. 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 tool. You love to fuck. You're not really that shy church Lady that runs the bookstore, are you ? Naw, that's all an act. Damn, you're hot. You gon na come for me again ? I wan na sense your cum down there, all around my cock. Gim me your…"

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

Lonnie lowered Claire down level onto the towel and kept screwing her. She wheezed and moaned beneath him, and he felt a sudden, wet warmth surround his peter. He kept stroking, and reaming her behind, and just as her quivers subsided, he groaned himself, his nut emptied, and he shot his muscle spasm of cum into her. Drained, he collapsed beside her.

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

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

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

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

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to severalize you. I just had two incredible coming, like I can't call back ever having, it's like they washed over my body like a wave. Two ! That's two to a greater extent than I usually have with my husband."

"We better get working on number three."

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

"Then we better hurry."He took her hand and pressed it to his putz, 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 loud than before, in a hurry. She came again with a wheezy yowl, and he came properly behind.

It was clock time to wrap thing up. It was late good afternoon, and Claire had to get home, get a shower and whip up dinner before her husband got menage. 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 hubby was a big Pisces in a small pond, the hotshot coach. Many people knew him, and would know her by tie-up. They couldn't be seen together.

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

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

Claire watched him blow over into the horizon and already missed him. His bounteous grimace, his loving candy kiss, his arms around her, his prick inside her, her trunk reaching places it had never been before. And her coming, oh God, the orgasms. They were like seism in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the next Mon and the sex was even skillful, even more uninhibited for two defenseless multitude on the beach. They did their starting time soixante-neuf, and Claire hit a triple on the orgasms again. She was a limp noodle on her manner of walking back.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

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

-- --

Over the next four months, they only missed three of their mysterious rendezvous. One because of bad weather, one because Claire went away on holiday, and one on proletariat Day. There were a couple other times when the weather was fluky, and not contributing to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each other, so they met, and their genitals came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would stop into the store once a calendar week, a lot More than he used to, but not often enough to raise suspicion. One meter in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her bird and his fingers inside her. She was wet and he was heavy, 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 backdoor and went up front to recognize the customer. She was afraid to admit him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in dear, but he couldn't recite her, her life-time was complicated enough, and he knew he could never give birth her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many level. He loved her wit and sense of humor, and her earthiness. She seemed so unfeigned compared to most hoi polloi he'd met. She got his laugh. Most of the woman he'd been with hadn't. for sure, she was older, but she seemed like the type of woman 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 guess of the forlornness she must give birth been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how retentive, every unity day. He'd acknowledge bruise on some of the out-of-the-way blank space on her body, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an egocentric, scurrilous 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 climax were so intense. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so sensual, every nerve ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kinds of rainwater : They could be mizzle or spritzes or cascade or downpours. Or even a flash floodlight, like the time, 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 see Claire alone at the store. There were customer, of course, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church multitude, groups of Holy Writ school Kid, and the occasional cut-rate sale rep. Usually he just waved, said he would check off her later and left.

A mates of metre she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church service. One time it was the treasurer, a boney old bald guy named Morris, who was very cordial and complimentary of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the stock. Morris is the one who tracked the solution and signed the hitch, so Lonnie was happy to meet him, and was happy he was happy.

Another clock time, he called on Claire and there was a vauntingly, black man behind the counter with her. He was better-looking, marvelous and square-shouldered, maybe forty, and dressed impeccably in a black lawsuit and a hopeful red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a auction pitch, but he wasn't.

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

"Hello, Lonnie,"Reginald said, as they shook hands."gladiolus to get together you."

"Nice to encounter you too."

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

They made small talk of the town for a dyad minutes more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very gratuitous about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie palpate serious. 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 berth separately, sharp-set for each other. The sex could be slow and loving, or hard and fasting, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being gymnastic creatures, they found new angles and posture for all of their roguery, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his tongue up a little girl's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and glob after his three international nautical mile run up the beach and a dip in the ocean. Her orgasm were often and intense, Lonnie's turncock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her mouth, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't matter, she fucked him hard, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the conditions was still warm and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They'd kiss and piece of tail and lick and take up 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 couple sentence, but she said thing were delicately. It was football season, and her married man always got very intense, he had tunnel imaginativeness, didn't caution about anything but the team and its next secret plan, it's okeh, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defence reaction, but Lonnie didn't argue.

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

-- --

Lonnie went to the computer memory the succeeding day, and then later in the week, and missed her both time. The dame filling in said that Claire was taking a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. off, and suggested he try again the next week. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the fourth of October, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the computer memory in the morning rightfield after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the ring armor. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much debile 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 patch finish Mon and you never showed up. You never told me you weren't going to be there, and that isn't like you. I was afraid something bad had happened."

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

"Forgot all about it ? How could you block about it ? We've been going there on Mon 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 mind. I haven't been myself."

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

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

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

Lonnie was one scintilla short of anaphylactic shock. 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 opinion ping-ponging around in his question like it was an corpuscle smasher. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you want to keep it, do you not want to continue it, what about us, how do you finger, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so piddling at the moment, no doubt would be earmark or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answers anyway. She must have been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the time we've spent together the last few calendar month. It's been wonderful, almost like a dream. But we can't see each former anymore. I'm going to throw a baby, and I don't know who the begetter is. But going by the numbers alone, the odds are it's not my husband. It's scary."

"How does he find about it ?"

"He acts like he's well-chosen, but I'm not so sure. I think it's just that : an act. He thinks a child will hamper his style. We've talked about having children in the past, but not for a long metre. It took him by all over surprise."

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

"Don't ask,"she said.

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

"No, there's null you can do. Let's just desire the baby looks like my husband."

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

What a crappy natal day present, he thought.

-- --

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

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an hour went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a uninterrupted iteration in his brain. He could palpate her, could taste her. He thought about how lonely she must be, with her secret, their cloak-and-dagger, eating away at her scruples. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut ache in radiating whirl. Damn it. Damn it. imprecate it. sexual love sucks.

Over the wintertime he avoided the record fund. He dated a duet gals, but they didn't comparison, were big waste of clock time. He ticked off the Day of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no clear estimate, really, he could only suppose at when the lucky spermatozoan found its way to her anticipate Din Land. He did the math, and the baby could be due anytime in the spring.

In mid-April, he went back to the depot, just curious, and he lucked out. There was a different cleaning lady minding the depot. Her name was Wilma, and she was the prototype of a unimaginative church building lady : Old, grizzly, thin out as a rail, in a dress that hung to her ankle, and was a chit chat who loved to talk. She knew the whole tarradiddle. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big secret. But it turned out Claire had another big secret of her own.

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

"If you're looking for that blonde girl who used to run this shop, you won't encounter 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 plethora for the church service too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the parturition, the grandparents, the family and Quaker, only to find out she had a inglorious babe ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that scene. And they fired that supporter parson too, and it's a good thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a distich former young Theodore Harold White girls in the church too. Hopefully they don't end up with Joseph Black babies too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a gunpoint it all went in one ear and out the early. He left the stock in a shock. He sat in his car for a recollective while, thinking. How farsighted was she seeing the preacher man ? When did it lead off, how long did it go on ? He didn't notice anything dissimilar about her until the very end. How did he not cull up on something ? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the hint ? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to block out the preacher, and felt even shamefaced because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a unusual feeling, and he couldn't control it. After all the calendar month of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her husband, of being on edge, of not liking the way their kinship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the Fatherhood of her sister, now, and he could hardly consider it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he drove around aimlessly for a spell. He drove by Claire's family -- or to be more accurate, erstwhile menage -- and sure enough there was a for-sale sign of the zodiac out forepart. The shoes was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedgerow along the front and what looked to be a pool batting cage in the back.

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

He called 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 society. He really wanted to find out more about Claire, but the subject matter did its job and he got a callback.

William Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out of the contract. He said the church was in a commonwealth of confusion, they didn't know who was running the computer memory one day to the future, and he had no idea when they'd find a perm replacement to manage the space. Lonnie told him that would not be a trouble. He didn't upkeep about that. He wanted to know about Claire.

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

"How did that materialise ?"

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

"Do you experience where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you have a headphone routine for her ?"

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

"Could I have the address ? I'd like to touch base with her. I dealt with her for nearly three geezerhood, and then lotto, she was gone. I'd like to babble out to her, say hi, at least."

"well, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the fortune, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my real job. I have it at my office at the church building. I'll email it to you."

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

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

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret spot. As he approached he saw his lover Claire, lying on her beach towels, naked. She was beckoning to him, and he picked up his pace. When he got close he slowed to a walk and noticed that her suntan was darker and richer than ever, a more contact contrast to her beach blonde hair. Then he stood in front of her, looked down at her dainty organic structure, and saw that it wasn't her suntan at all. Claire was black.

"Come on, love,"she said, reaching for his drawers."Take these off and relieve oneself love to me before richly tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his shortstop and he was instantly on the blanket beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his mouth, and her Black person hand wrapped around his burgeoning cock. He was soon kissing her neck, her berm, her swelled breasts, and finally her shaved inkiness twat.

"Ooh yes, child, that's it. Eat my pussy. Then you can know it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that black pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her pussy, her lips, and her button, which was as plump as an overcooked gumbo. She was pink on the inside, contrasting her dark tegument, which seemed to puddle him plunk into it with extra gusto. The cold salt water system was rising on the beach, he now could feel 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 twat was like an oozing, juicy fruit.

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

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

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

"Fuck me, Baby. Put your white pecker in my black pussy. I want your spermatozoon inside me, so I can take in your baby. A White baby, or half-white baby. I don't upkeep what my married man thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the sister looks dissimilar, turn over me your Patrick Victor Martindale White seed…"

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

"Put your turncock in me !"she said, with raised voice."Give me your white-hot dick NOW !"

He lunged at her puss one more clock time and missed, and he ejaculated into fragile air, multiple snapshot of his cum landing place on her legs, the towel, and the receding surf.

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

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

-- --

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

The first one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the news show. He was fired by the schooling system. The coach was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry game. They were behind by two touchdowns at home, and he decided to curse out his squad and slap around one of his histrion who had screwed up an naming on one of the scores. It was all caught on the television camera of someone's cellular telephone phone. He was remorseful and apologetic, and blamed it on the tension he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't deem much water. He was toast.

The second was about the supporter pastor. Lonnie had a protagonist he had grown up with who worked for a security firm. His name was Mike. He asked him for some help looking into this now-gone supporter pastor. microphone discovered that good old Reginald had a pretty wicked background.

"This guy's a real slice of work, Lonnie,"mike said."He's never been busted, just a couple complaints and one sexual harassment accusal that didn't stick. This is at to the lowest degree the tierce church, that I could ascertain, in three different states, where he's left under a cloud. And of course the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the same, sex with white women, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a duad of them dropped out of sight. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the woman wouldn't talk of the town, and the unity that did couldn't remember thing. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his office, supposedly to help him with church stuff, they'd have a deoxyephedrine of wine, next matter you know he's seducing them, touching them, and then they're having sex. Maybe drugged them. Smooth, slippery guy, all in the name of God. He's probably in another state applying for minister problem as we speak."

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

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

-- --

It was a ardent, well-defined Thursday, and Lonnie blew off workplace for the afternoon. Gouverneur Morris had emailed him the name and address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community of interests, about fifteen miles west of Ithiel Town. Horse country.

Lonnie didn't have the logic gate computer code so he had to fall around close by until another vehicle entered, and he followed it through the gate. It took him a while to incur the computer address, the lanes wound around and through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the situation he was quite impressed. It was a large brick Colonial, with a three car garage and two tower out social movement, sitting up on a wage increase and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the front line door and ring the bell. The door soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive woman, perhaps in her mid-fifties, slim with light, gray blonde haircloth and dressed in jeans.

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What kind of booster ?"

"I used to scream 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 pertain about her ?"

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

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

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the recession behind the garage. She was a beautiful site for his suddenly watery eyes. She wore white cotton plant drawers and a yellow-bellied, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of track, tanned. Her haircloth was prospicient, and tied back. She looked dilutant, especially in her face. She seemed storm, and gave him her shy grinning, even if it did seem a fiddling shopworn. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was stiff at first, but soon her body relaxed and he felt her subdivision curl around him. He held her for a long, frozen moment.

She led him inside. There was a living area and a small eat-in kitchen. A hallway led to what he presumed was the bathroom and bedroom. They sat in chairperson in forepart of a tumid window facing the oaks.

"How did you find me ?"Claire asked.

"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 charms went both slipway with us."

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

"Why would you call up that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some variety of whore. That's what nigh masses think."

"Oh no, no, no, Claire, don't think that, I don't think that. I don't think that at all, please trust that."Lonnie licked his lips and slid his stub forward on his chair."I was surprised at first, probably in shock, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were pregnant and we couldn't see each early anymore. I was twisting in the wind for months, hoping I wasn't the father, hoping your husband was, just so it wouldn't make your life miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your husband was not the Father-God, but somebody else was, I, uh…"

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

"What, Lonnie ?"

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

Claire stood up, looked out the window at the hanging strands 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 ram out here to annoy your female parent 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 got sensed something in effect about you or she would have sent you packing."

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would wish some iced tea. He accepted, assuming that was a undecomposed signal. She left, came back with two tall tumblers and placed them on the table between them, and sat down.

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

"I've missed you, too,"she said."It was nice of you to follow. 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 time. Learning a lot of new things. How to be a mother, how to be a grass widow, how to forgive myself for being so stupid…"

"Claire, looking at,"Lonnie said,"You have to give yourself a pause. I have a booster who is a investigator and he did a short research on that minister. Reginald is not a good man. He found two early church in two other res publica where he did the same thing, used God and the Christian church to seduce and cook attractive untried white charwoman, and he got run out of Town from all of them. And you're not the exclusively one who got significant. The guy is smooth, I could severalise that when I met him, he knows how to say all the correct things. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his victims. My Friend said he thought the guy probably drugged the fair sex somehow too."

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

"What ?"

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

"How do you mean ?"

"Well, I couldn't remember things. He took an interest in the depot, and then asked me to help him with some things after church on William Ashley Sunday. I said OK, because my husband always played golf on Sunday good afternoon anyway."

"assistant you with what affair ?"

"Choosing materials for the study mathematical group, stuff like that. That was kind of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my placement seriously and wanted my input. I'd go to his situation, we'd have wine. He always had wine ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that position, but I responded to it, let it happen. I remember nodding out a pair times, would wake up on the sofa in his function. He must have given me something. He was very anti-birth control too, fanatically so. He asked me to bring my birth ascendency pills with me once. He washed them down the drain, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, throw away the pill ’."Can you trust 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 service 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 affair. Like this house here, it's a overnice place to last in."

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

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

Claire just nodded, shrugged, and they sat in silence for a minute. Then the speech sound of a baby crying came from a hind room.

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

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

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the crib by the windowpane. He looked down at the babe. His dark hide, curly blackamoor hair, wide nose.

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

Claire laughed, and put her paw on his berm as she did so. It was the 1st metre they'd touched since their initial hug when Lonnie arrived.

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

"I'm not sure I know how."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They walked to the door.

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

"Of course,"Claire said, half happy and half scared.

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

Her optic widened, her lips 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 setting hen ?"

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

"commodity. I'll pick you up at six. I know a nice, funky lilliputian place on the river, far from town."

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

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

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

He felt like a schoolboy on prom dark, floating on air. As he drove plate, his mind 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 clock time they'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked and held each early. And now finally, after all of that, get Monday they would be going out on their inaugural date.

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