Girl walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the commode next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an older guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed drinking straw hat shading his lightness, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the John Rock. When her drunkenness arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left field as she raised the field glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down next to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a belittled mansion in North FL, about four blocks from the Atlantic ocean, and I walk down to this little place on the beach for felicitous hour on many weekday afternoon. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, forget about it, I stay home and drink Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the ft of A Street right hand at the beach. It's a small place. It has a shoe bar with maybe fifteen BM and a few tables, all II and four upper side. There are four huge ceiling fans and magnanimous window wide-cut clear to the sea breeze. There are board outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the smokers sit.

The young woman next to me is a kayo. She is Asian, maybe in her twenties, with blotch brown whisker down past her shoulder joint and greenish eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and slim with medium-small breasts and a nice fanny end. She's wearing white shorts and a red subway top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many young daughter nowadays.
Usually at happy hr the bar is just the regulars, retiree and surfer fellow, and the miss looked a little out of station. I must have seen her around townspeople, I'm not sure, but something about her seemed familiar. As she sipped her drink I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't supporter sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple times and flashed that shy smile.

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

"rightfulness, but you have to be thrifty with that stuff in this heat,"I said."That tequila can go mightily 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 draft beer as well.
We made pocket-size talk. She said she was studying forcible therapy at the topical anaesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts Bay Colony 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 name is sea dog, by the way,"I said."squat Hammer."

"Hi Jack, nice to adjoin you,"she said."My name is Emma Lee."

"Nice to encounter you too, Emily,"I said.
"No, my name is Emma,"she corrected."Lee is my shoemaker's last name."

We talked for a few more minutes, and when she finished her drink she rose from her can. She said auf wiedersehen, it was squeamish talking to you, and I said the same. She headed for the doorway and didn't look back. But I didn't take my eyes off of her sweet ass until she was out of sight.

For nearly of the following week I didn't see her, but then on the succeeding Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the Lapplander faeces when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. We made eye contact and smiled at each early a duet of times but cypher was said between us. She had one crapulence and left.

Over the next twain of weeks I saw her three Thomas More times and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my former vocation 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 things. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any Kyd and I told her I did not. We talked about vacation. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Massachuset ; her female parent was a nanny which had sparked her interest in forcible therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you mean ?"I replied.

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

I told her I'd only had one in my spirit and it was many class ago. After an ill at ease quiet she spoke again.

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

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

"Sure,"she said."It's component part of my subject field. We have to learn all that stuff and nonsense, and we need victims…I mean subjects…to practice on."

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

"Come as you are,"she said."But fag boxers !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the room access. She was wearing light risque scrubs and a big smile. She grabbed my hand and led me to a pocket-size room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

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

The way was pocket-sized, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the centre. There was a table, two chair and a partition to endure behind while undressing. I hung my clothes on hooks on the lavender rampart. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal aroma and listening to new age music.

When I left there an time of day later I felt like a million dollar bill, slack than I'd ever felt in my life. I thought, shit, this wench is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the store of her strong hands gliding over my body, kneading my muscles, fingering my run down flesh. She had started with my forefront, something I hadn't persuasion of. She spent a good total of time on my head, my hair and my neck opening, which seemed to slack the balance of my consistency, removing my stress and restiveness. 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 lots, 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 raw,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a while after that, and conceive me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd walk in. I thought about how distressing I was : a fifty-something old wind missing seeing a 25 class old female child. Like I'd really have a shot. Shit, I'm just a nice old man to her.

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

It was a bright, sunny day. We both wore tint, and as common, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how nice it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the last few weeks. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about respective things, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject 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 easy for daylight afterward.

"Maybe it's clip 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 bring someone in once for loose, after that they have to pay."

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the next hour or so as we talked and laughed about a act of matter. When we parted we set the particular date for my massage for three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. hence, a Sabbatum afternoon. She said that she didn't have a table so I should just lay down some cushion and blankets on the carpet and to have a small pillow handy for my heading. When we said bye-bye she squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek.

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I had the floor all ready when she arrived with her bag of goody. She looked beautiful ! Barefoot with blue jean cutoffs and her smallish braless titties poking through the fabric of her tan tee shirt. She told me to strip down to my boxers and lie face down, and I did as instructed.

I could hear Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a diminished utterer and soothing music was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening nursing bottle of lotion or oils as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her unworthy workforce rubbing together and felt the drip mould of hot oil on my neck opening and back. Her strong fingers started on my neck and scalp, my tautness erosion and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the muscles in my upper, then lower back. She paused for a moment as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my leg and her hands soon followed, kneading my tired old runner's musculus, a pinch of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and articulatio talocruralis to my foundation. Then she spoke for the firstly time.

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

I raised and she pulled them off. Then a progressive measure of oil was squirted onto my ass and flowed into my ass crack. She worked my cheeks, piercing digs with her hanker, talented digit, groping and pinching and spreading them, the warm fluid dripping into my asshole. Next I felt her bedspread spread the rim of my anatomical sphincter with one hand, and then I felt the tapered tip of one of her plastic feeding bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet stream jibe 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 finger eased into my ass. First an inch, then out. Then two in, out, in, more in, out, until her whole fingerbreadth was inside me and I felt her knuckle joint pressing on my ass. She moved her fingerbreadth in a circular motion, the can oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking finger going in and out, in and out as I moaned softly in pleasure.

I found myself pushing my ass toward her, wanting more, and my turncock was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the blanket 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 butt."turning over,"she said.

I rolled over onto my rachis. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her dress and wore nothing but a skimpy red thong and a studhorse that filled her omphalus. I stared at her sexy, slim, athletic build.

"You have a beautiful torso,"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 fourth dimension 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 oil. On my shoulder joint, chest and stomach, then her bridge player worked their illusion. Her riffle dug into musculus and flesh, teased my nipple, oil collected in my navel. Then to the wooden leg, More oil, more finger work, more run down bones coming to life.

Then it was time for my midsection, and hopefully my throbbing eight inch erection. Emma didn't disappoint.

Sir Thomas More oil was dripped, on and around my engorged member. Then her hand went to work. She massaged my bollock and rubbed my genitalia. Her soapy palm and fingers surrounded my wretched phallus and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery shaft making promiscuous going for her dextrous men. I swelled with lack. After a couple of mo she stopped and looked at me, my eyes already staring at her pretty face.

"Can I suck your pecker ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her mouth. low she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three column inch more and bobbed her foreland up and down and I watched my dick playground slide in and out of her oral fissure over and over. Her fuzz hung loose, and I held it in my script so I could improve see the show.

She raised her read/write head and my shaft reemerged from between her thin lips."You must have a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my dick and said,"Because you have such a swollen 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 pilus.

She returned to her business, taking me in her mouth in by inch until the integral length of my turncock disappeared and her sassing were kissing my musket ball. I could feel her retentive natural language squiggling along my rotating shaft as her mouth sucked and pressured my thin, taut skin. I placed my script on her ass and massaged her succulent curve ball, fingering the crack of her sweet ass. Soon I let my finger do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy G-string and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a pharynx full moon of pecker when my fingerbreadth entered her enjoy canal and started finger-fucking her. commencement slowly, then with increasing rhythm and military group 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 content immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking mouth she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her long svelte branch until they were straddling my head and her sublime shaved twat was touching my lips.

I kissed her liquid baldness and tasted her internal brim. My tongue danced on her asshole, licking her pliant rim. I reinserted my index digit into her pussy until it was salutary and lube, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her mother fucker. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the Saame mo I plunged my finger into her mean ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a scared shot glass, mashing her cunt into my face. My finger sped up and she was now mouthing me with even hard cacoethes, emitting gurgles and groans, sucking with a exponent as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our private road and tempo, we fell into a oneness of design. I chewed her clit and my knife explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her fount as she attempted to soak up my shaft off. She came first, filling my sass and drenching my neck and Kuki-Chin, and soon my cock exploded into her filled mouth, my spasms, seven, eight, nine times, until the last cliff was drunk.

She finally removed my spent Hammond organ from her mouth, but continued to kiss it and drub the ray of light. I kept working her love malleus with my mouth and preserve my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her mouth from my phallus and gently grinded her pussy into my face, enhancing my adhesive friction on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more pressure pushing from her sweet Brigham Young cunt I felt her peg tighten like a vise on the sides of my brain and she started fucking my rima oris with her clit. I wasn't long before another gush of liquidity Emma flowed from between those pleasant-tasting backtalk 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 base time, and our tongues plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my subdivision, one hand behind her and one on her erect nipple and tit. The osculation went on for a farseeing sentence, and when we parted my mouth quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her paw in my hairsbreadth allowed my mouth to graze on her fat chest.

"Wow !"she gasped.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She pulled my capitulum 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 suck your cock, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most intense orgasms I've ever had in my living !"

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

She smiled."That would be skillful,"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 long her helping hand was on my unfaltering 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 soft squeeze. I swung my organic structure on top of her."No worries, Jack. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her middle on mine, she grabbed my gruelling fifty twelvemonth old cock and slid it with repose into her diffused twenty-some year old kitty. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my railroad train into her tunnel.

I started slow and well-fixed and Emma fell right in and matched me slash for stroke. Then a petty faster, a petty harder, quicker, harder, and soon the bed was rocking and the headboard was banging the wall. I didn't come for a while 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 monolithic thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low scream, the headboard slammed the wall, a frame up picture came crashing to the base and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warmly liquid state love I came again too, and shot my sperm thick 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 stopcock inside her for a tenacious time.

Over the next various hours I fucked her two Sir Thomas More multiplication, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my matter between her legs she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my fount, coming for the one-eighth or one-ninth time, she shivered and squeezed my head between her ramification and pulled me up for a long kiss.

"damn, seafarer, you eat pussy almost as practiced as a char !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into miss ?"

"Oh come on, jak. Is that a problem ?"

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

"eccentric. What type ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

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

"Jack, just about everybody is bisexual nowadays. I've been eating pussy since I was xiv, and that was three yr before I ever put a dick in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to take in a man."

We kissed and talked for a few minutes. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with cleaning lady was great, but there was no substitute for a real cock. In her mouth, her twat, 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 prick and added,"There's lube in my bag."

I hopped up and retrieved the lube tube from her bag on the keep room floor.

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

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

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

She spread her ass for me and I put the head of my peter to her welcome arsehole and pushed. I took it dull but I eased right in. This was no Virgo asshole. I pushed, then pumped, then started banging that baby. Emma was into it too, grunting with each powerful garget, feeling no pain in the ass. She started talking dirty, which of course make me eff her sweet-smelling ass even harder. In all my life, I never fucked harder. With her facing away from me, intimacy was gone, it was all about fucking, and I was trying to aim 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 screw her in the ass because we had done just about everything else, so why not ?"So you like anal retentive sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in in high spirits school and college girls didn't want to get pregnant so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with guys it was a lot of viva 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 commodity and we kissed goodbye at her car in my driveway.

"Thanks, Jack,"she said."You are awe-inspiring. See you soon."

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent time of day with this young woman, we had had sex to ticktack the band, uncountable sexual climax, but I knew null about her, other than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her telephone set number.

In the sidereal day that followed she didn't birdsong and she didn't show up at the bar. I tried to find her with no success. The schoolhouse would impart out no data, and since she was Lester Willis Young and probably renting, her name never came up on property searches. I didn't want to believe that what was too right to be true was just that.

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

"Want to take a paseo on the beach ?"she asked. I said sure, and we headed out. Nothing was said at first, but Emma was first to speak.

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

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

"figure 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 kickoff throes of jar. The hotness of the sun tripled in a wink, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, smart, funny, sexy, stimulate, hell, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

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

"What's so odd ?"I asked.

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

"What do you stand for ?"I asked.

"You're my father, you goofball,"she said."That's the second matter I wanted to tell you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

"I did a DNA 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, sweat burning my eyes and pouring down my face.

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you remember taking a trip to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a shoes called The Paliau Dunes Resort ?"

My mind raced back through clip. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless night with a petite Chinese young woman from capital of Massachusetts.

"Dawna Lee ?"I croaked.

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

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

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

"How did you ?"I asked.

"Private police detective,"she said."Mom has no estimation. All I knew was your showtime public figure, a general description and when you stayed there. The investigator came up with a few names, but only a couple of them were likely because of the long time. He traced you here and I enrolled in schooltime. I found your house 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."tar, subscribe to it tardily. I'm an adult, I made that conclusion a long time ago. I guess I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a stripling. Mom always said nice things about you. I could separate she regretted that she had been irresponsible, but she never regretted what had happened with you because you gave her me."

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

"When I got sr. she told me more inside information about your Day together. About the sex, about your body, and how good you made her tone. She told me you were hung and how she had no idea how to suck cock at the time, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how good you tasted. She even told me how you two went skinny dipping and made love on the beach late one night and people were walking by every few minutes and she didn't even concern. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the flight dwelling house she knew she was going to have your baby. And she was going to sustain it.

"So that's why I wanted to get it on 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 matter she never did."

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

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

We walked in quiet for a few moments and then I thought of something else.

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

"I'm significant,"she said with a scissure in her voice. I had a feeling her middle watered behind her sunglasses.

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

"Don't vexation, Jack, it's not yours,"she said."And I know you've only been a father for a few minutes, so don't try to have words 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 Grandma Moses. He's a forward on the basketball team."

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

"He's fateful. He's from Nigeria."

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

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A loud, booming crack of lightning chance upon very close to menage, waking me up. Hard rain pounded the metal roof of my family. The clock on the nightstand read 3:43 a.m. My sail were soaked with perspiration. I sat up and took a sip from a cup of water.

What a nightmare, I thought. To witness 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 language Waspy Black African grandchild on the way to kicking. Oh My God….

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I thought about my life : broke, bankrupt, lawsuits, foreclosures, slump.

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

But damn, I got ta stay out of Browning automatic rifle !


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