COME MONDAY

Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating fastball. It was late on the Saturday morn of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was mellow. Humid as Hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few instant he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five pulley to his condo complex and jump in the pool.

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

It was a diminished town on the northeast coast of Everglade State, a quaint throwback to earlier times. No high-rise trashing the land and seascape like most of Florida. The developers and the politico in their pockets hadn't ruined this place yet. It was just five miles down the intracoastal from a college town, an historic tourist goal. citizenry flocked to the area for weekends, or workweek on end, to sop 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 shades. The beach was crowded and the sister were out in force. It made him want to slow down so he'd own a dear chance to take them all in.

One gal caught his oculus immediately. She was standing at the edge of the water supply, getting her feet wet, and even from fifty grounds Lonnie could tell that she had a body that could knock a turkey vulture off a deoxyephedrine truck. He knew that from afar, consistency could often front really sound, but then would get frumpier the closer he got. Not this time. This cleaning lady's trunk was incredible. A long, tip blonde, with dynamite ramification, toned arms and shoulders, gracious medium-size titties standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At first he thought she was nude, 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 tonicity. He slowed, wanting a serious look. As he passed her from barely five foot away, he did a double-take. He knew her.

He stopped and turned around. She was looking at a tanker off the seacoast. He studied her face for a consequence. It was a human face he'd known for a couple of age. He walked up to her.

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

She looked get, surprised by his access. Lonnie could see momentary confusion on her face as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each early. She was deeply bronze, her tits and fork and ass barely covered by her bikini. He wore only shoes, running trunks, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context. When they usually saw each other they both wore business attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

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

"It took me a minute, 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 L G away."

"Oh, please…"she said with a cushy, abashed laugh.

"I'm grave. 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 good places."

"I run up and down this beach every Sat and William Ashley Sunday. I live just five city block from the pier."

"I don't usually come here to the town beach. I don't like the crowds. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an elder char nearby, seated in a beach death chair under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a paperback ledger."She's staying with us for the weekend."

Lonnie liked looking at Claire, but Mom pretty much squashed any thoughts of hanging out with her. He prolonged his small talk of the town for a couple min longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrap to her taut nipples, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her toned upper torso and incline legs, beaded with seawater. The small sun and moon tattoos on her shoulders. The gold stud in her bellybutton. His shades were coloured, so she probably couldn't see his eyes flitting about. But he knew she knew.

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

-- --

Lonnie worked for a house that created orchestrate marketing campaigns for local businesses. All business and advertisers were his candidate, from the magnanimous society to the smallest Mom-and-Pops. Over two geezerhood before, when he was in his third workweek on the job, he was cold-calling a large strip shopping centerfield. He started at one end of the center and went right down the line, calling on every business. The horseshoe store, the dry cleansing agent, the bowling back street, the Chinese takeout, the hardware, one after the other. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a pocket-size store. It was a religious bookstall. His gut told him that this place was probably not much of a campaigner for a sale, but he went in anyway. A Alexander Graham Bell sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the property had no client at the instant, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting much time. The store was deeper than it was wide, and the sales counter was in the binding. As he strode toward the counter, a fair sex stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The first gear affair he noticed about her was her grinning. It was so actual, like the girl future threshold you've known your whole life-time, someone you trusted right away. It put him at ease, and any indisposition about approaching this particular depot was already gone. Then he noticed her face, pretty and tan, with baby wild blue yonder heart that seemed to see right through him, a strong chin and mellow cheekbones, blonde hair brushing her shoulders, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A green dame that fell below her articulatio genus and a baggy, long-sleeved blueing smock with the depot logo sewn on it. Demure, to a shift. It didn't go along with her face.

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

There was a door behind the counter. She led him through it to a back room with shelf loaded with ware, books, plug-in, natural endowment item and numerous other bloodline. On one side of meat was a desk, a couple chairs and a file cabinet.

"My office,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not see I know, but please have a stern. If the bell rings I will make to take care of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his case and went into his spiel. The presentation normally took about XX arcminute, but they were interrupted once for a few moment when the bell went off. He was there a in effect XL minutes altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a thoroughly way to reach new customers. I will have to discuss it with a couple hoi polloi to consume it approved. We have a merging next week and I will put this on the agenda."

"I'd be happy to get to your meeting and do another presentation,"Lonnie offered, figuring much would get lost in the version 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 storage 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 skilful thing to try. Can you pull up stakes a few sampling that I can picture them ?"

Lonnie left her with a metier kit stuffed with entropy : testimonials, rates, single-valued function, samples. He could tell Claire was impressed. She asked him to call her a week from Friday for a decision.

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

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a veritable footing. There were confluence to contrive and spell copy, confluence to go over and proofread the copy and seduce collections and shed off samples.

They liked each early. She always seemed happy to see him, and he always loved to see her grin when he walked into the store.They talked about things other than business, too. She didn't talking lots about herself, but he did find oneself out a few things. She had graduated from college with a arcdegree in commercial enterprise and marketing, which made Lonnie gag, because she was so modest but probably knew a Hades of a lot more about his own job than he did. She was married to the brain charabanc of the power plant local anaesthetic high school football game team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a honest job as a merchandising director at a great electric receptacle mall and was now running this short store.

He always looked forward to his multiplication when he'd see her. With each sojourn they became more well-heeled. She had a droll good sense of body fluid that belied her clothing, which was always conservative and covered by the company dust coat. She had an easy laugh, but a shy grinning. And Lonnie liked it when she would tinct him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would flirt with each other, both figuring there was no harm and nothing would hail of it. Just a little innocent fun.

"Are you really married, or do you just wear that ring to hold open bozo 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 big diamond."

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

"Is it your birthday ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

"Really ? Well, glad birthday ! I wish I'd known. So, xxv again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

They ended up guessing their ages. Lonnie said he thought Claire was XXVIII, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was xxiv, he said ‘ No, I'll be 26 in two months ’.

"I'll try to call up that."

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

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

The entirely sentence that their get together 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 feel stymie and their entirely vibe would disintegrate into awkwardness, and he'd want to slink away. Lonnie believed that the bible and the human race's organized religion were all just different interpretation of the same fairy taradiddle. Finally, one time she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ looking at Claire, I was brought up in church. My mother dragged us small fry there every Dominicus while Dad played golf. When we became teenagers she let us make up our own minds. One of my babe stayed, the rest of us left. I'm a dependable guy, and God knows I'm a in force guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

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

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of clients around township, and many of them make out 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 marriage. The gist was that her husband was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the high school campus, and highly successful as the head football carriage, but he also had an ego to Sir Thomas More than match. He could be verbally and sometimes physically scurrilous to his players, assistant, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the kind of guy who went to church on Billy Sunday, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by wish from the football game fans, but used it as a license to be a whoreson the other six days of the week. The cosmopolitan consensus was that Claire was a good adult female trapped in a bad married couple to a Type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the kitty after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her body, how delicious it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her loose, church building peeress clothing for over two year. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so easy in her skin, as well as that skimpy swimsuit. It saddened him to think of her stuck in a bad marriage ceremony and he wondered what her domicile life was really similar. She was always cheerful and upbeat when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it potential that their occasional touching and flirting was not so innocent after all ?

The following calendar week he stopped by the store. Claire's face broke into a wide smile and she greeted him warmly. The store had just opened so there were no customers yet. His apology for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her written matter of some new template his company had designed that she might want to use for future ads. He could have brought them the following time they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talk to her. After a legal brief rundown, he got to the really reason for his visit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

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

"Well, I think you've been hiding a pretty good body 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 post that's more private. Quiet and secluded, where I can make it to myself."

"Sounds nice. Where is it ?"

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

"A undercover ? What kind of a hole-and-corner ? Is it on the ocean ? There aren't any secret beaches around here."

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

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

A customer came in so they wrapped it up, and quickly set an assignment to design the future mailing set to go out for Vacation Word of God School.

-- --

They met the following Thursday dawning, a one-half time of day before the store opened, so they could get the body of work done without being interrupted by client. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a light cutaneous senses of eye phantasma he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a little closer too, and he could smell her sweetness, finespun aroma. When she touched his arm or her hand brushed his, he'd look himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no idea what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him require to bury his face into her neck and chew her smock off with his teeth.

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

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

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

"Why is it a secret ? If it's such a slap-up topographic point, wouldn't it be better if you shared it ? I won't tell anyone."

"Why do you want to know ?"

"What's the matter ? Do you believe I'm going to sneak up on you and make pictures of you in your two-piece and sell them on the internet ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it domicile ? Somebody should know where to look."

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

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

"O.K.. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our secret, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state park, north of town ? If you walk up the beach from township about a half land mile, there is the beach area where all the Mungo Park visitor go. There's a life story guard duty, snack bar, parking lot, beach renting, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right hand on top of each other. But the parkland goes on for three more nautical mile north of there all the way to the inlet. There's a point about a Swedish mile and a half up where the coastline curves eastward and the sand dune are high white sand. My place is right at the bend, protected, and I can see the all beach Frederick North and Confederacy. If anybody is approaching from either direction, I can see them coming from a mile away. I've been there a hundred times and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around hanker before they could stimulate spotted me.

"Anyway, as you know, I have Mondays off. I do my chores in the break of the day, and then all afternoon I'm on the beach. Weather permitting, of grade. So, can you observe our surreptitious ?"

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

Claire watched his tail as he walked the length of the shop and out the door. Her own true up look surprised her. She was hoping he would come Mon. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

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

Lonnie decided to take the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove home to his condominium and changed from his oeuvre wearing apparel to his running attire : shoes, shorts, ball cap and shades. He drank a pint of water as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five stop to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the flabby Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin to get to the concentrated packed sand at the water's boundary, then he started running north. There was a pleasant duck soup which felt cool on his sweaty chest. He picked up his footstep, passed the cluster of people on the commonwealth ballpark beach expanse, and soon had nothing but open, void coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her topographic point for about an 60 minutes when she first spotted him. He was about a mile away. Good timing, she thought. It was about time for another application of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to use her indorse coat. She'd been thinking for daylight about how it might feel to have his hands roaming around on her trunk. She shivered at that thought, and watched his bland stride as he drew near. She spread the extra beach towel on the sand next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a one C yards away. It was a superb spot, just like she had said. A smile broke out on his look and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the final twenty thou. She looked great prevarication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her hands, smiling. Her light-haired hair was tied back. She had on a different two-piece, even more discover then the one he'd seen last time, Black, with chicken suns and green moons on it, and the bottom was not much more than a thong.

Claire watched his coming and liked what she saw. The smiling on his face, and his narrowing eubstance, just as salutary as she remembered. And those tenuous running shorts, sweat-wrapped to his bulge.

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

"how-do-you-do, Lonnie.

"It looks like your mystery is out."

"It's our hugger-mugger now."

"The rest are on their way."

"What !"

Lonnie laughed."Just kidding. I wouldn't want anyone to break up 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 descend. 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 insulate cup full of cold-blooded pee. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are right about this place,"he said."perfect tense spot. The guts is soft as powder. It's beautiful."

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

Lonnie liked the way she said ‘ ourselves ’. Claire asked him if he had any fuss getting off work, and he told her no, his meter was pliable, and as long as his work got done and his telephone number were good there was no problem.

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

"Sure,"he replied.

"will you rub lotion on my back ?"

"Sure, where do I sign ?"

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

He watched her pivot her eubstance around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the back. Lonnie thought that was a in effect mark. She rested the side of her chief on the towel. He uncapped the underground and squeezed some onto his bridge player. Smelled like coconuts. Then he squirted a healthy bowed stringed instrument on her upper back. He admired her body, smoothly tanned from top to fathom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the tapered V of her thong covering the spinning top of her face, and a dense electric cord running through her crack.

"Damn, Claire, you have a cracking 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 place is good for that."

"Don't let me intercept you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the flavour of her flesh as his oily fingers and thenar glided over her book binding and shoulders. 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 humbled back. He slathered her good, like pick Malva sylvestris onto a warmly bagel.

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

"neediness me to do your tush ?"he asked.

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a barbaric bear shit in the Wood ? Lonnie was ready to have some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that sublime ass, and used every square millimetre of his men to be surely he didn't miss a patch. high school, low, around the sides. He squeezed her here and there, inducing more lull moan. He even spread her cheeks to let the oil ooze in, and slid a fingerbreadth along her sally to be sure as shooting she had even coverage. He was proud of his work. Even Claire's asshole would have a tan !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion friction. He was sure as shooting to be careful around Pussyville. Her lash was diminished, covering her bit with not a good deal to give up, and he could see the dampen outline of her brim. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her pegleg, because he didn't want screw matter up. He took his clock time on her ramification 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 hubby. I don't want you to conceive I'm liberate, or a tramp steamer, or anything."

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each early for over two years, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a short pause he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to get wind some juicy details about her union 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, explorative kiss, searching, delving and tasting. When they broke the kiss, Claire glanced briefly at his putz, which she could see was of skilful size of it, and his shorts straining to proceed it hidden.

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

So Lonnie did. Who wouldn't ? He got face down on the large towel and waited for her fingers to start walking. His cock pressed hard against the sand. He heard the suction of her squeezing the subway system, and felt the warm application landing on his upper back. Then her manus got busy.

Maybe it was because of his prevision and that his illusion about being intimate with her seemed to be coming genuine, but her handwriting felt magical on his spine. His putz couldn't get any harder, and he found himself grinding it into the towel. Her finger's breadth dabbed and dug and rubbed here and there, down his back to the fundament of his spine.

"I know you don't have a full physical structure tan, but you want me to do your keister ?"she asked.

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

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

She slipped the fingers of both her paw inside the elastic cincture of his shorts and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the fabric for a mo until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the shorts all the way down, over his shoes and off. Then she poured lotion all over his ass.

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

"Okay, number over,"Claire said, after she finished with his calves."fourth dimension to do your front."

This was new reason for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running brake shoe, and he was thinking, red cent, this woman who had been so modest and reserved around me for over two years, has a bit of a wild bar she's been hiding. And here she is, au naturel but for the stamp stamp barely hiding her gash, relaxed and completely comfortable with her own body, and now she is ready to get well-to-do with mine.

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

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the lotion over his peter and groin speed second joint and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the clean look. Makes things easier, too."

Makes things well-off ? What thing ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie cerebration. She's driving me to the border, he was hoping he didn't ejaculate prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to follow, probably sooner rather than later, and it was going to be a doozy.

Claire rubbed the application into his hide, all around it, taking her time. Then carefully into his testicles. Then she rubbed it all over the shaft of his prick, and the capitulum, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's hammer was an oil slick, and her paw glided over it with slippery simplicity. He arched his cover, craning for spill. Then it stopped.

"This application tastes really adept. cocoanut,"Claire said, and licked her finger.

Then she lowered her read/write head and took his cock into her oral cavity. Lonnie let out a grown that might have made the offshore whale come up for air. He dug his fingers into the towel and lifted his groin to her face. She played with his balls in one hand while the early one slipped under his ass, and her finger crept to his crack and dug in. The tip of one entered his maw, and Lonnie thought he might bust his nuts right then.

He concentrated, and held off as best he could, but not for long. His pecker had withstood the long rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his oily flesh, pushing all his right button, but he couldn't waiting any longer. When he knew his hawkshaw was about to erupt, he put his hands around her cervix and held on, and arched his body, inching it deep. He came in a hanker, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his shaft and ropes of semen shot into her mouth.

He pulled her head to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick mouth, and rolled her over onto the former towel so he was on top. He knelt between her legs, grabbed her ass with both hands and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her principal and upper back were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his grimace. He sucked the fabric of her thong into his sass and chewed on it for a consequence, 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 twat into his human face and wrapped her legs around his neck.

Lonnie rammed his tongue into her twat, chomped away on her swelled clit, and pigged out. Claire was moaning, writhing, wildly pushing her crotch into him, and digging her hired man through his pilus as he ate her.

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

He rolled them over again so he was on the tail and Claire was on her genu, sitting on his human face. Her pussy-pounding was soft now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force on his mouth, nose, and Kuki. He sucked on her clit like it was a clogged straw, licked her salty lips, and tongue-fucked her salivating cunt. She was humping his head, he was squeezing her ass.

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

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

Her cum gushed out of her ignited grab and collided with Lonnie's lips and chin, and into his mouth, giving him his first gustatory sensation of her lady cum. Her bulwark twine with her release, her body shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping slit into his teeth.

When her cramp subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and their buss was long and hard, just like Lonnie's turgid meat. With their backtalk plastered together, he rolled their bodies over yet again, he was back on top. It was time to pound Claire's aphrodisiacal body into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his hammer to her luscious one-armed bandit and fed it into her. The sensation was amaze, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushioned 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 keen surface for running, but the mild, pulverised backbone was a great Earth's surface for fucking. The guts adjusted to Claire's backside -- her spine, her coffin nail, her branch, all of her -- better than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her pegleg around the backs of his as he banged her.

They stared at each other, smiling as they fucked. It had been a prospicient time, if ever, since Claire's body had been so stimulate, so gratify, so wanted, and now, so fucked. She had kept her beach refuge a secret for years, but now, despite her disinclination, her dread and her guilt, she was beaming she had told Lonnie, gladiola he had shown up, and knew already in her heart and psyche that Mondays like this would turn a regular affair. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's dead body with an arm around her glower rachis and jammed a digit up her ass. With a solid grip, he began slamming his cock into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each power drive. Her ass pummeled the arenaceous mat beneath her.

"You like this Claire ?"Lonnie hissed, as he screwed her. She nodded."No, you love it, don't you ? You love my cock. You love to lie with. You're not really that shy church lady that runs the bookstore, are you ? Naw, that's all an act. Damn, you're hot. You gon na come for me again ? I wan na feel your cum down there, all around my cock. Gim me your…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to tell you. I just had two incredible orgasms, like I can't remember ever having, it's like they washed over my torso like a wave. Two ! That's two more than I usually have with my husband."

"We better get working on issue three."

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

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

He rolled on top, no argumentation. 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 decently behind.

It was time to envelop things up. It was belatedly afternoon, and Claire had to get habitation, get a cascade and lather up dinner before her husband got home plate. She didn't want to call forth 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 married man was a big fish in a small pond, the maven coach. Many people knew him, and would know her by tie. 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 L curtilage away he turned and waved, and Claire waved back. He turned back around and continued running.

Claire watched him pass off into the skyline and already missed him. His handsome face, his loving kisses, his arms around her, his stopcock inside her, her consistency reaching seat it had never been before. And her climax, oh God, the climax. They were corresponding temblor in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following week thinking about each other. Lonnie was there the side by side Mon and the sex was even better, even more uninhibited for two au naturel people on the beach. They did their first sixty-nine, and Claire hit a three-base hit on the orgasms again. She was a limp noodle on her manner of walking back.

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

On their third base Monday afternoon, at one point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her cover, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive physique, slipping his fingerbreadth through her gap and pulling her face 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 ?"she said, nonchalantly."Sure. I went to college."Then, after a long break :"Why, do you want us to do that ?"

"Yeah, sure."

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

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

-- --

Over the succeeding four months, they only missed three of their mystery rendezvous. One because of bad atmospheric condition, one because Claire went away on holiday, and one on travail Day. There were a couple other meter when the weather was chancy, and not contributory to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each other, so they met, and their private parts came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would stop into the store once a week, a lot more than he used to, but not often enough to promote suspicion. One time in the backroom, working on ad transcript, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her skirt and his fingers inside her. She was wet and he was hard, and he wanted to sleep with her right hand there on the desk. But the chime 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 client. She was afraid to take him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn't tell her, her life story was complicated enough, and he knew he could never have her. The sex was unbelievable, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many levels. He loved her wit and sentiency of wittiness, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to nigh people he'd met. She got his jokes. Most of the cleaning lady he'd been with hadn't. Sure, she was elderly, 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 think of the loneliness she must cause been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how long, every bingle day. He'd noticed contusion on some of the out-of-the-way places on her eubstance, 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 Christian church came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.

Her orgasms were so intense. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from outside of her, and not within. But she's so animal, every nerve ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kinds of rain : They could be drizzles or spritzes or shower bath or soaker. Or even a flash flood, 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 catch Claire alone at the store. There were customers, of path, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church service masses, mathematical group of bible schooltime child, and the periodic sales rep. Usually he just waved, said he would check her later and left.

A duad of time she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church building. One fourth dimension it was the financial officer, a close old bald guy named Esther Morris, who was very affable and gratis of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the store. Morris is the one who tracked the results and signed the checks, so Lonnie was happy to satisfy him, and was happy he was happy.

Another sentence, he called on Claire and there was a prominent, total darkness man behind the counter with her. He was good-looking, tall and big-shouldered, maybe XL, and dressed impeccably in a black wooing and a vivid red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another sales rep giving her a pitching, but he wasn't.

"Hi, Lonnie,"Claire said."This is Reginald. He's our assistant minister of religion. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our post promotions."

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

"Nice to meet you too."

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

They made belittled talk for a mates moment more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very complimentary about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie feel skilful. He said he would follow-up with Claire the side by side 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 spot separately, ravenous for each other. The sex could be behind and loving, or hard and profligate, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being gymnastic creatures, they found new slant and side for all of their devilry, and did thing they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his tongue up a 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 balls after his three mile run up the beach and a dip in the sea. Her orgasms were often and acute, Lonnie's prick was like a lightning rod inside her, in her oral fissure, her pussy, or up her ass, it didn't issue, she fucked him strong, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the weather was still warm and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a change in Claire. They'd kiss and fucking and lick and draw just like always, but it felt unlike. It was not quite as fervent, something was off. Claire seemed to be distant, distracted, not all there. Lonnie mentioned it a couple times, but she said affair were alright. It was football season, and her married man always got very intense, he had tunnel vision, didn't precaution about anything but the squad and its next secret plan, it's okay, not to care. It seemed like a lame defense, but Lonnie didn't argue.

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

-- --

Lonnie went to the computer storage the next day, and then later in the week, and missed her both times. The lady weft in said that Claire was taking a few twenty-four hour period off, and suggested he try again the next workweek. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the fourth part of October, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the store in the morning right after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the chain armor. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weakly than the grin she usually greeted him with.

"Hi, Lonnie,"she called.

"Claire, hi, how are you doing ?"he said."I've been worried."

"Really ?"

"Yes. I went to our beach spot finally 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 sorry about that. I forgot all about it."

"Forgot all about it ? How could you draw a blank about it ? We've been going there on Mon afternoons for months !"

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

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

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

"I'm fraught,"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 circuit of anaphylactic shock. He was blindsided, speechless. He had no idea what to say. Finally he started babbling.

"Gee, Claire. I uh, I don't know what to say. I'm… I'm stunned."

He had a million sentiment ping-ponging around in his head like it was an particle stunner. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you require to keep it, do you not want to hold back it, what about us, how do you feel, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the consequence, no query would be set aside or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answer anyway. She must have been reading his mind.

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

"How does he finger about it ?"

"He acts like he's happy, but I'm not so sure as shooting. I think it's just that : an act. He thinks a child will halter his dash. We've talked about having children in the by, but not for a long fourth dimension. It took him by accomplished surprise."

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

"Don't ask,"she said.

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

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

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

What a icky birthday present, he thought.

-- --

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

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

Over the winter he avoided the script computer storage. He dated a span gals, but they didn't compare, were big wasteland of meter. He ticked off the Clarence Day of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no clear thought, really, he could only guess at when the lucky sperm found its way to her promised estate. He did the math, and the baby could be due anytime in the spring.

In mid-April, he went back to the store, just curious, and he lucked out. There was a different woman minding the memory board. Her name was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a stereotypic church building lady : Old, hoar, thin as a rail, in a dress that hung to her ankle, and was a gossip who loved to talk. She knew the whole story. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big mystery. But it turned out Claire had another big enigma of her own.

Wilma didn't postponement back, it was as if she'd been waiting for the hazard to spirt off.

"If you're looking for that blonde girl who used to run this store, you won't find her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their business firm and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her husband, and that's for sure. It's an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no plunder, and an embarrassment for the church building too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the menage and booster, only to find out she had a blackened babe ! I'd like to be a fly on the paries for that scene. And they fired that help pastor too, and it's a commodity thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a couple early Thomas Young whiteness young lady in the church too. Hopefully they don't end up with black babies too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a peak it all went in one ear and out the other. He left the entrepot in a shock. He sat in his car for a farseeing while, thinking. How farsighted was she seeing the preacher ? When did it initiate, how long did it go on ? He didn't observance anything unlike about her until the very end. How did he not pick up on something ? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the clues ? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to blank out out the preacher man, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange feeling, and he couldn't command it. After all the months 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 relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the founding father of her baby, now, and he could hardly think it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he push around aimlessly for a while. He drove by Claire's house -- or to be more than accurate, former home -- and sure enough there was a for-sale sign of the zodiac out presence. The situation was abandoned, but was a nice house, a one-story stucco with a red tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedges along the front and what looked to be a consortium cage in the back.

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

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

Morris asked if the bookstore could pull out out of the contract. He said the church service was in a DoS of confusion, they didn't know who was running the store one day to the next, and he had no musical theme when they'd find a lasting substitution to contend the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a job. He didn't precaution about that. He wanted to love about Claire.

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

"How did that befall ?"

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

"Do you love where Claire is now ?"

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

"Do you have a earphone figure for her ?"

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

"Could I have the speech ? I'd like to touch base with her. I dealt with her for nearly three years, and then beano, she was gone. I'd like to lecture to her, say hi, at least."

"fountainhead, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the circumstances, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my existent job. I have it at my business office at the church. I'll e-mail it to you."

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

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

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

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret point. 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 base on balls and noticed that her suntan was darker and richer than ever, a more salient direct contrast to her beach blond hairsbreadth. Then he stood in battlefront of her, looked down at her keen body, and saw that it wasn't her burn at all. Claire was black.

"cum on, Honey,"she said, reaching for his shorts."Take these off and make love to me before senior high school tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his shorts and he was instantly on the mantle beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his rima oris, and her black hand wrapped around his burgeoning peter. He was soon kissing her neck, her shoulder joint, her swelled knocker, and finally her shaved melanize twat.

"Ooh yes, sister, that's it. Eat my pussy. Then you can sleep together it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it baby. Eat that blackened pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her cunt, her brim, and her button, which was as plump as an overcooked Abelmoschus esculentus. She was pink on the interior, contrasting her wickedness cutis, which seemed to piddle him plunk into it with extra gusto. The cold salt water 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, sister,"she barked at him.

She came on his boldness with a savage force out, and he tasted her slimy tang, her throbbing torso was a moving target.

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

"Fuck me, sister. Put your white dick in my black pussy. I want your sperm inside me, so I can have your infant. A bloodless baby, or half-white baby. I don't guardianship what my husband thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the sister looks different, devote me your white seed…"

Claire's body was writhing, back and forth, up and down, and Lonnie's cock was following her pussycat around as C. H. Best it could, but she wouldn't grasp still long enough for him to be able to put it in. A small waving washed over their thighs.

"Put your turncock in me !"she said, with raised voice."Give me your White person cock NOW !"

He lunged at her pussy one Thomas More meter and missed, and he ejaculated into thin air, multiple shots of his cum landing place on her wooden leg, the towel, and the recession surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her range was gone. He woke up in a stew, not sure where he was for a import. Then he recognized his bedroom. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a gaga dreaming, he thought, what a cryptical sleep. He didn't pipe dream that often, and when he did it was usually superficial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this clip. It all seemed so very. scary real. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his packer and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the roof, thinking about two things he had to do. One, he needed to go the can and clean himself up. And two, he had to line up her.

-- --

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

The low gear one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the news. He was fired by the school system of rules. The tutor was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry game. They were behind by two touchdowns at home base, and he decided to curse out his team and smack around one of his instrumentalist who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the television camera of somebody's cell phone. He was remorseful and apologetic, and blamed it on the stress he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't hold much water. He was toast.

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

"This guy's a real spell of body of work, Lonnie,"Mike said."He's never been busted, just a pair complaints and one intimate harassment accusation that didn't reefer. This is at least the third church, that I could find, in three different land, where he's left under a cloud. And of line the church all keep everything hush-hush. Always the Saami, sex with livid women, eight that we know of, and at least two were impregnated, and there could be others because a twosome of them dropped out of sight. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the women wouldn't lecture, and the ones that did couldn't retrieve matter. He'd sweet-talk them, get them into his business office, supposedly to help oneself him with church service hooey, they'd have a spyglass of wine-colored, 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 Department of State applying for minister task as we speak."

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

"Nah, bury it, well-chosen to help oneself. It didn't take up that much metre, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad Malus pumila. Good thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a warm, cleared Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the afternoon. Morris had emailed him the address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated community, about xv miles west of townsfolk. Horse country.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What sort of champion ?"

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

"You're touch on about her ?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I know it's foreign to pick apart on your room access unclutter out of the blue like this…"

"time lag here,"she said, and closed the door. A couplet minutes later the threshold reopened. She said,"take the route around to the book binding of the garage. She's in the guesthouse."

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the corner behind the garage. She was a beautiful web site for his dead watery eye. She wore white cotton shorts and a xanthous, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of class, tanned. Her hair was longer, and tied back. She looked dilutant, especially in her face. She seemed surprised, and gave him her shy smile, even if it did look a little tired. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was cadaver at inaugural, but soon her body relaxed and he felt her arm curl around him. He held her for a long, frozen moment.

She led him inside. There was a living area and a pocket-sized eat-in kitchen. A hall led to what he presumed was the bathroom and bedroom. They sat in death chair in front of a orotund windowpane facing the oaks.

"How did you determine 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 ways 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 back that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some kind 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, delight think that."Lonnie licked his sass and slue his buns forward on his hot seat."I was surprised at offset, probably in impact, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were pregnant and we couldn't see each former anymore. I was twisting in the wind for month, hoping I wasn't the Fatherhood, hoping your hubby 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 don, but mortal else was, I, uh…"

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

"What, Lonnie ?"

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

Claire stood up, looked out the windowpane at the hanging filament of Spanish moss wiggling in the picnic. She turned to face him.

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't look you up and tug out here to rag your female parent and lie to you."

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

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

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

"I've missed you, too,"she said."It was decent of you to fare. 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. okey, I guess. Just taking it a day at a clip. Learning a lot of new things. How to be a mother, how to be a divorcee, how to forgive myself for being so stupid…"

"Claire, flavor,"Lonnie said,"You have to leave yourself a breaking. I have a friend who is a investigator and he did a lilliputian enquiry on that pastor. Reginald is not a good man. He found two early church building in two early states where he did the Lapplander affair, used God and the church building to seduce and manipulate attractive young White person fair sex, and he got run out of Town from all of them. And you're not the only one who got meaning. The guy is politic, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the right things. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his dupe. My friend said he thought the guy probably drugged the women somehow too."

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

"What ?"

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

"How do you entail ?"

"fountainhead, I couldn't call back things. He took an interest group in the computer memory, and then asked me to avail him with some things after church on Sundays. I said okeh, because my husband always played golf game on Sunday afternoon anyway."

"Help you with what things ?"

"Choosing fabric for the study groups, stuff and nonsense like that. That was kind of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my status seriously and wanted my comment. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine. He always had vino ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that billet, but I responded to it, let it happen. I remember nodding out a mates times, would come alive up on the couch in his office. He must have given me something. He was very anti-birth command too, fanatically so. He asked me to bring my parturition control 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, bewilder away the tab ’."Can you think that ?"

Lonnie shook his head."I'm sorry you had to go through that. At least it's over now, and you can heal, recover."

"Yeah. That explains why the church is paying me a lot of money. They don't want me to sue them."

"Really ?

"Yep."

"fountainhead, there you go. So stop beating yourself up. Think of positive things. Like this house here, it's a nice berth to live in."

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

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

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

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

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

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the trot by the window. He looked down at the child. His sullen skin, curly disgraceful pilus, wide nose.

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

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

"You are risible,"she said."Want to defend him ?"

"I'm not for sure I know how."

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

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

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

Lonnie went back to the keep elbow room, sat down and drank the residual of his tea. Claire returned with King Oliver and his nursing bottle. She sat down to give him. The telephone rang.

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

"how-do-you-do, Mom…Yes, everything is fine…I know…We've been talking…It's OK, Mom…Okay, bye."

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

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

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

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

They walked to the door.

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

"Of track,"Claire said, half glad and one-half scared.

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

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

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

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

"Can you get a baby-sitter ?"

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

"goodness. I'll weft you up at six. I know a prissy, smelly small lieu on the river, far from town."

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

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

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

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

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