Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the faeces next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an older guy, around fifty, about six invertebrate foot tall, blond hairsbreadth, blue heart and a wide-brimmed wheat hat shading his lighting, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her dark glasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left hand as she raised the deoxyephedrine to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small theatre in North FL, about four blocks from the Atlantic ocean, and I walk down to this niggling place on the beach for happy hour on many weekday afternoons. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many holidaymaker around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and fuddle Cuba Libres on my hinder porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the fundament of A Street right at the beach. It's a small place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe XV stools and a few tables, all dickens and four superlative. There are four Brobdingnagian roof fans and with child windows wide of the mark open to the sea breeze. There are tables outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smoking compartment sit.

The young lady next to me is a KO. She is Asiatic, maybe in her mid-twenties, with mottle brown hair down past her shoulders and greenish eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin out with medium-small white meat and a gracious rear end. She's wearing white short circuit and a red tubing top and flipflops. She has a dainty tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young girls nowadays.
Usually at happy hour the bar is just the regulars, retirees and surfer dude, and the young woman looked a lilliputian out of place. I must have seen her around town, I'm not for sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drink I tried not to attend at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peeks here and there. She caught me a distich sentence and flashed that shy smile.

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

"right hand, but you have to be careful with that stuff in this heating,"I said."That tequila can go right to your head. I had a bad experience with that stuff back in college and I haven't touched it since !"

"I know what you mean,"she said as she ordered another. I ordered another muster beer as well.
We made small-scale talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the local anaesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts because the school had a national reputation for the program.

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

"Oh, my epithet is Jack, by the way,"I said."diddley Hammer."

"Hi Jack, Nice to receive you,"she said."My figure is Emma Lee."

"Nice to receive you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my name is Emma,"she corrected."Lee is my last name."

We talked for a few more minute, and when she finished her drink she rose from her stool. She said so long, it was nice talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the door and didn't facial expression back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her dessert ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the stick to calendar week I didn't see her, but then on the next Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the Saami stool when she came in and sat at the bar on the other position of the horseshoe. We made eye inter-group communication and smiled at each other a couple of times but nothing was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw her three Sir Thomas More multiplication and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my erstwhile career in advertising. She asked me if I watched ‘ Mad Men'on TV but I said no, I'd never seen it. We talked about a lot of matter. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly temporary and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any tiddler and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her lifespan growing up in Old Colony ; her mother was a nurse which had sparked her pastime in forcible therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you imply ?"I replied.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's part of my studies. We have to larn all that stuff, and we need victims…I signify subjects…to practice on."

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

"Come as you are,"she said."But wear boxershorts !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing fall blue scrubs and a big grinning. She grabbed my helping hand and led me to a small room.

"You make ?"she asked.

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

The room was small, maybe ten by XII, with the massage table in the center. There was a table, two chair and a sectionalization to brook behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hook shot on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herb tea aroma and listening to new age music.

When I left there an time of day later I felt like a million vaulting horse, light than I'd ever felt in my life sentence. I thought, damn, this chick is marvellous, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory of her strong hands gliding over my consistency, kneading my muscles, fingering my outwear flesh. She had started with my point, something I hadn't thought of. She spent a salutary amount of clip on my head, my hair's-breadth and my neck, which seemed to decompress the rest of my physical structure, removing my tensity and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my feet, and then she told me to flip over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one point she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty girl like her was doing the job."It's only natural,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and believe me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how deplorable I was : a fifty-something old wind missing seeing a xxv year old girl. Like I'd really receive a stroke. Shit, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three weeks later she strode into the bar, a big smile on her brass. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the cheek and sat down side by side to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how busy she'd been with school. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a 2nd. When she finished the second one she asked me to take a walk with her on the beach.

It was a promising, sunny day. We both wore shadiness, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how squeamish it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the last few weeks. We walked south for a few mental block, chatting about various things, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The guinea pig of the massage came up and I again told her how lots I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so loose for days afterward.

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

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

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

I told her I wouldn't psyche paying.

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

I bought her two over the next time of day or so as we talked and laughed about a routine of topics. When we parted we set the day of the month for my massage for three days hence, a Sabbatum afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushions and blankets on the carpeting and to throw a small-scale pillow handy for my forefront. When we said auf wiedersehen she squeezed my handwriting and kissed me on the cheek.

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I had the storey all ready when she arrived with her bag of goody. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blue jean cutoffs and her smallish braless titty poking through the fabric of her tan jersey. She told me to clean down to my boxershorts and lie boldness down, and I did as instructed.

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a low talker and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of lotion or oil colour as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her slimy hands rubbing together and felt the drip of hot oil on my neck and back. Her strong finger started on my neck and scalp, my tension eroding and liberalization seeping through me. She worked her way S, working the musculus in my upper, then bring down back. She paused for a instant as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the binding of my legs and her hands soon followed, kneading my threadbare old ball carrier's muscles, a pinch of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calfskin and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the first time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a liberal sum of oil was squirted onto my buttocks and flowed into my ass scissure. She worked my impertinence, piercing digs with her long, talented finger, groping and pinching and spreading them, the fond fluid dripping into my bunghole. Next I felt her spread unfold the rim of my sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her plastic bottles enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet watercourse pellet into my asshole, and I emitted a pleasant groan.

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

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

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

She finally withdrew her finger and patted me on the tail end."Turn over,"she said.

I rolled over onto my back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her dress and wore aught but a skimpy red thong and a he-man that filled her navel point. I stared at her sexy, slim, acrobatic build.

"You have a beautiful body,"I said.

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

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

Then there was more than oil. On my shoulders, dresser and stomach, then her hands worked their magic. Her leaf dug into muscle and build, teased my nipples, oil collected in my omphalus. Then to the legs, to a greater extent oil, more finger work, more fatigue bones coming to life.

Then it was fourth dimension for my midriff, and hopefully my throbbing eight inch erecting. Emma didn't disappoint.

More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged penis. Then her hands went to work. She massaged my balls and rubbed my private parts. Her oily laurel wreath and fingerbreadth surrounded my slimy phallus and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shaft making easy going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with want. After a couple of transactions she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I give suck your cock ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her backtalk. First she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three inches more and bobbed her headspring up and down and I watched my cock lantern slide in and out of her lip over and over. Her hair hung loose, and I held it in my manus so I could meliorate see the show.

She raised her head and my tool reemerged from between her flimsy lips."You must sustain a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock and said,"Because you have such a well up head !"

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

She returned to her business, taking me in her oral cavity inch by inch until the total length of my rooster disappeared and her lips were kissing my balls. I could experience her long tongue squiggling along my slam as her mouth sucked and pressured my thin, tight skin. I placed my hand on her ass and massaged her succulent curvature, fingering the fling of her sweet ass. Soon I let my fingerbreadth do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy thong and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a throat full of rooster when my fingers entered her jazz canal and started finger-fucking her. low gear slowly, then with increasing rhythm method of birth control and force I poked her, eliciting More groan from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingers and with my hand back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the message immediately and without missing a pulse with her lovemaking mouthpiece she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her farseeing svelte legs until they were straddling my point and her sublime shave twat was touching my sass.

I kissed her smooth baldness and tasted her inner backtalk. My tongue danced on her arsehole, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index fingerbreadth into her pussy until it was trade good and lube, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her asshole. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the Saame bit I plunged my digit into her tight ass, my rim surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a cheap moan and bucked like a scared pony, mashing her pussycat into my case. My finger sped up and she was now mouthing me with even substantial passion, emitting gurgles and groans, sucking with a exponent as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our ride and tempo, we fell into a 1 of role. I chewed her button and my knife explored inside her, my finger's breadth speared her ass, I fucked her typeface as she attempted to blow my prick off. She came first, filling my sassing and drenching my neck and Kuki-Chin, and soon my cock exploded into her filled lip, my spasm, seven, eight, nine clip, until the terminal drop was drunk.

She finally removed my spent organ from her mouth, but continued to buss it and lick the shaft. I kept working her love hammer with my back talk and prevent my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my penis and gently grinded her cunt into my face, enhancing my traveling bag on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more press pushes from her sweet young pussy I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the sides of my head and she started fucking my mouth with her clitoris. I wasn't long before another gush of Liquid Emma flowed from between those luscious lips and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my face. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our lips met for the first fourth dimension, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my arms, one handwriting behind her and one on her erected teat and tit. The snog went on for a long clock time, and when we parted my verbalise quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her hand in my hair allowed my mouthpiece to crease on her fecund chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

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

"Wow,"she repeated."That was something. I knew I was going to sop up your shaft, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most acute coming I've ever had in my life !"

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

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

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

"I can't believe I've already come twice and you haven't even put this thing inside me yet,"she said, giving my cock a piano squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No worry, old salt. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her eyes on mine, she grabbed my hard fifty class old shaft and slid it with ease into her diffused twenty-some yr old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my railroad train into her tunnel.

I started slow and slow and Emma fell right in and matched me stroke for stroke. Then a minuscule faster, a little harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the bulwark. I didn't come for a spell so we kept fucking, but when I saw beads of sweat above Emma's upper lip I knew she was getting close.

She was. In perfect time with one massive jab of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low shriek, the headboard slammed the wall, a framed exposure came crashing to the base and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid state passion I came again too, and shot my sperm mystifying into her. When it was over I rolled onto my back and with Emma now on top of me, we lay there and I kept my turncock inside her for a long time.

Over the future several hours I fucked her two more times, she gave me another cock sucking and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my thing between her legs she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my promontory between her legs and pulled me up for a farseeing kiss.

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

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into young lady ?"

"Oh come on, Jack. Is that a trouble ?"

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

"character. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"Jack, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating purulent since I was 14, and that was three old age before I ever put a pecker in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to have a man."

We kissed and talked for a few min. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was great, but there was no relief for a real cock. In her back talk, her puss, or her ass.

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

I hopped up and retrieved the lubricant metro from her bag on the living room floor.

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

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

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my dick to her welcoming asshole and pushed. I took it retard but I eased right in. This was no virgin asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each mightily poke, feeling no pain. She started talking dirty, which of course of study make me fuck her sweet-scented ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about nookie, and I was trying to drive her ass through the mattress and onto the floor. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the beat with her yelping. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

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

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

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

She drove off and I tried to penetrate what had just happened. I'd spent time of day with this young adult female, we had had sex to circumvent the dance band, uncountable orgasms, but I knew nothing about her, other than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her phone number.

In the days that followed she didn't call and she didn't express up at the bar. I tried to retrieve her with no winner. The shoal would hand out no information, and since she was youth and probably renting, her figure never came up on holding searches. I didn't want to believe that what was too good to be honest was just that.

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

"privation to assume a walk on the beach ?"she asked. I said certain, and we headed out. cypher was said at first, but Emma was first to speak.

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

"okay,"I said."What are they ?"

"number one, I think I love you."

We immediately stopped walking and faced one another. This caught me completely off guard. I think I was in the origin throes of seismic disturbance. The heat of the sun tripled in a trice, and my beat raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, impudent, queer, aphrodisiac, exciting, hell, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without mentation, I reached for her and pressed my back talk against hers. She seemed open for a second or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a puzzled face.

"What's so funny ?"I asked.

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

"You're my Padre, you goofball,"she said."That's the second affair I wanted to tell apart you."

This hit me like a tractor laggard broadsiding a Toyota.

"Your Church Father ?"I mumbled."What are you talking about ?"

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you commend taking a trip-up to Martinique in the class 1987 ? Staying at a situation called The Paliau dune holiday resort ?"

My nous raced back through metre. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend billy club. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless Night with a flyspeck Chinese fille from Beantown.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

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

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

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

"How did you ?"I asked.

"common soldier investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your first gens, a general verbal description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few figure, but only a couple of them were belike because of the age. He traced you here and I enrolled in schoolhouse. I found your star sign and watched you. I knew I'd found you as soon as I saw you up close and talked to you in the Sandcrab."

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

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, train it soft. I'm an adult, I made that determination a long meter ago. I guess I've wanted to bang you ever since I was a teenager. Mom always said decent thing about you. I could state she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

I just shake my head and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me more details about your sidereal day together. About the sex, about your consistence, and how unspoiled you made her tone. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to suck up peter at the clip, but she sucked yours. How unspoilt it felt inside her, how skillful you tasted. She even told me how you two went scraggy dipping and made love on the beach late one night and mass were walking by every few arcminute and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't breakthrough you. And she said that on the trajectory dwelling house she knew she was going to let your baby. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to lie with you, Jack. For years I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to feel everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to feel one affair she never did."

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

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

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

"Emma,"I said."You mentioned that you wanted to evidence me three affair. You've only told me two. What's the 3rd thing ?"

"I'm fraught,"she said with a crack cocaine in her voice. I had a touch sensation her eyes watered behind her sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A loud, booming cranny of lightning struck very close to habitation, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal roof of my house. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sheets were soaked with hidrosis. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

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

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold weewee. I thought about my lifetime : broke, bankrupt, lawsuits, foreclosures, depression.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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