fille walks into a bar. She strides confidently up to the stool next the guy on the end and sits down. He's an honest-to-god guy, around fifty, about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes and a wide-brimmed stubble hat shading his brightness, Germanic skin. Seated at the bar, she removed her sunglasses and ordered a margarita on the rocks. When her drink arrived she smiled demurely at the man to her left as she raised the glass to her lips.

The guy she sat down following to and smiled at is me. I live alone in a small firm in Union Everglade State, about four pulley block from the Atlantic Ocean, and I walk down to this little place on the beach for happy hour on many weekday good afternoon. I like the weekdays because there aren't so many tourists around. Weekends, leave about it, I stay home and drink in Cuba Libres on my back porch.

The bar is called The Sandcrab, and it's at the foot of A Street right at the beach. It's a minuscule place. It has a horseshoe bar with maybe 15 stools and a few tabular array, all two and four tops. There are four immense cap fans and large windows wide open to the sea breeze. There are tabular array outside too, although I've never sat out there. That's where the stag party sit.

The girl next to me is a sweetheart. She is Asiatic, maybe in her twenties, with streaked brown hair down past her shoulder and greenish eyes. She's tall, maybe five-nine, and thin with medium-small boob and a squeamish rear end. She's wearing tweed shorts and a red subway system top and flipflops. She has a nice tan and isn't covered with tattoos like so many Danton True Young daughter nowadays.
Usually at well-chosen hr the bar is just the regulars, retired person and surfer fellow, and the young lady looked a slight out of plaza. I must give seen her around town, I'm not certainly, but something about her seemed conversant. As she sipped her drink I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't help sneaking peek here and there. She caught me a couple time and flashed that shy smile.

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

"right hand, but you have to be heedful with that clobber in this heating,"I said."That tequila can go rightfulness 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 modest talk. She said she was studying physical therapy at the local anaesthetic college. She said she'd moved down from Massachusetts because the schooling had a national repute for the program.

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

"Oh, my gens is manual laborer, by the way,"I said."sea dog Hammer."

"Hi Jack, squeamish to come across you,"she said."My figure is Emma Lee."

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

We talked for a few more mo, and when she finished her drink she rose from her stool. She said so long, it was overnice talking to you, and I said the like. She headed for the room access and didn't look back. But I didn't take my oculus off of her sweet-smelling ass until she was out of sight.

For most of the postdate week I didn't see her, but then on the next Thursday afternoon I was sitting on the same can when she came in and sat at the bar on the other side of the shoe. We made eye middleman and smiled at each other a distich of times but nil was said between us. She had one drink and left.

Over the next distich of hebdomad I saw her three more clock time and we had conversations. She told me about her studies and I told her about my old 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 thing. She asked if I was married. I told her no, but I had tried it once briefly and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. She asked if I had any Kyd and I told her I did not. We talked about vacations. She asked me about the Caribbean, and had I ever been. I told her I had and named the islands I had been to. She told me about her life growing up in Bay State ; her female parent was a nurse which had sparked her stake in physical therapy. Then she surprised me.

"You like massages ?"she asked.

"What do you intend ?"I replied.

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

I told her I'd only had one in my life and it was many years ago. After an ill at ease 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 persona of my studies. We have to instruct all that stuff, and we need victims…I mean subjects…to practice session on."

We both laughed. She told me it was relinquish, 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.

"ejaculate as you are,"she said."But don shorts !"
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When I showed up she greeted me at the door. She was wearing light blue scrubs and a big grinning. She grabbed my bridge player and led me to a small room.

"You ready ?"she asked.

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

The way was small, maybe ten by twelve, with the massage table in the center. There was a table, two president and a partition to stand behind while undressing. I hung my wearing apparel on hooks on the lavender walls. Then I got onto the table and waited while smelling herbal tea aromas and listening to new age music.

When I left there an minute later I felt like a million bucks, looser than I'd ever felt in my lifetime. I thought, shit, this wench is wonderful, and she's just learning ! I savored the memory of her substantial hands gliding over my soundbox, kneading my sinew, fingering my tired flesh. She had started with my head word, something I hadn't opinion of. She spent a effective sum of clock time on my school principal, my hair and my neck, which seemed to slacken the rest of my organic structure, removing my tension and nervousness. Then she gradually worked her way down to my ft, and then she told me to twitch over and she worked her way back up. She didn't say much, but at one gunpoint she asked me why I didn't usually get massages. I told her I'd always been afraid I'd get aroused and embarrassed, especially if a pretty daughter like her was doing the job."It's only natural,"was all she said.

I didn't see Emma for a spell after that, and believe me I watched for her. I was at The Sandcrab almost every day hoping she'd manner of walking in. I thought about how pitiful I was : a fifty-something old fart missing seeing a twenty-five year old girlfriend. Like I'd really have a shaft. diddly, I'm just a nice old man to her.

Then one afternoon about three week later she strode into the bar, a big grinning on her font. She walked right up to me, kissed me on the nerve and sat down next to me. I ordered her a margarita and we talked, catching up. She told me how busy she'd been with schoolhouse. She drank her margarita quickly and ordered a second. When she finished the 2d one she asked me to take up a manner of walking with her on the beach.

It was a lustrous, cheery day. We both wore shadowiness, and as usual, I wore my wide-brimmed hat. As we were walking Emma told me how nice it had been meeting me and getting to know me over the survive few calendar week. We walked south for a few blocks, chatting about several affair, then turned and headed back toward the bar. The subject of the massage came up and I again told her how much I appreciated it and had enjoyed it, and how I had felt so wanton for days afterward.

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

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

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

I told her I wouldn't mind paying.

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

I bought her two over the next 60 minutes or so as we talked and laughed about a number of matter. When we parted we set the day of the month for my massage for three days hence, a Sat afternoon. She said that she didn't have a tabular array so I should just lay down some shock absorber and mantle on the rug and to have got a low pillow handy for my head. When we said goodbye she squeezed my script and kissed me on the cheek.

- - --

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

I could take heed Emma sifting through her bag and she turned on an MP3 with a small-scale verbaliser and soothing euphony was soon softly playing. Then I heard her opening bottles of application or oils as I lay there anticipating her touch. Then I heard her slimy hands rubbing together and felt the drip mold of hot oil on my neck and back. Her strong fingers started on my cervix and scalp, my tension eroding and relaxation seeping through me. She worked her way southward, working the muscles in my upper, then lower back. She paused for a import as she moved behind me, repositioning, and then I felt the hot oil on the back of my legs and her hands soon followed, kneading my outwear old runner's muscle, a pinch of pain here and there due to my sciatica, working over my calves and ankles to my feet. Then she spoke for the first off time.

"Let's get these shorts off,"she said as her hands latched onto the waistband 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 crack. She worked my buttock, piercing excavation with her long, gifted finger's breadth, groping and pinching and spreading them, the strong fluid dripping into my motherfucker. future I felt her spread open the rim of my sphincter muscle with one helping hand, and then I felt the tapering tip of one of her charge card nursing bottle enter my ass. She squeezed the bottle and a warm oily jet stream guessing into my prick, 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. kickoff an inch, then out. Then two inches, out, in, more in, out, until her all finger was inside me and I felt her knuckles pressing on my ass. She moved her digit in a orbitual motility, the displace oil sloshing out of my ass and running down my leg. She then started poking me, that fucking digit 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 pecker was now rock hard from getting assfucked and from rubbing it on the blankets beneath me. She stroked me over and over, her slimy, slithering finger probing and finding every square toes centimeter inside my ass.

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

I rolled over onto my rear. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had taken off her dress and wore nothing but a skimpy red G-string and a stud that filled her navel. I stared at her sexy, slim, gymnastic build.

"You have a beautiful body,"I said.

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

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

Then there was to a greater extent oil. On my shoulders, thorax and tummy, then her hands worked their magic. Her flick dug into muscleman and pulp, teased my nipples, oil collected in my belly button. Then to the legs, more oil, more finger work, more sap bones coming to life.

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

more oil was dripped, on and around my engorged member. Then her hands went to function. She massaged my balls and rubbed my crotch. Her oily decoration and finger surrounded my unworthy member and she rubbed me up and down, the slippery ray of light making easy going for her dexterous hands. I swelled with want. After a couple of minutes she stopped and looked at me, my heart already staring at her middling face.

"Can I sop up your peter ?"she asked.

I nodded."Please,"I said.

She repositioned herself and took me in her sass. beginning she concentrated on the tip, licking and sucking, then took in two or three in more and bobbed her drumhead up and down and I watched my cock playground slide in and out of her mouth over and over. Her pilus hung loose, and I held it in my hand so I could better see the show.

She raised her head and my tool reemerged from between her thin sass."You must birth a big ego,"she said.

"Why do you say that ?"I asked.

She squeezed my cock and said,"Because you have such a vain top dog !"

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

She returned to her business sector, taking me in her mouth inch by inch until the entire distance of my cock disappeared and her lips were kissing my balls. I could feel her long tongue squiggling along my shaft as her mouth sucked and pressured my thin, tight skin. I placed my script on her ass and massaged her succulent curved shape, fingering the fracture of her sweet ass. Soon I let my fingers do the walking until they found their way under that skimpy lash and into the wetness of her open pussy.

She moaned with a throat to the full of tool when my finger's breadth entered her know epithelial duct and started finger-fucking her. low gear slowly, then with increasing rhythm and force out I poked her, eliciting more moans from her bobbing head.

I removed my fingers and with my manus back on her ass, I pulled her toward me. She got the subject matter immediately and without missing a beat with her lovemaking oral fissure she pivoted her ass around toward me. I guided her longsighted slim legs until they were straddling my oral sex and her rarified shaved snatch was touching my backtalk.

I kissed her smooth phalacrosis and tasted her inner lips. My spit danced on her shit, licking her elastic rim. I reinserted my index finger into her pussy until it was unspoilt and lubricate, then I removed it and placed the tip at the rim of her whoreson. I figured if she could finger-fuck my ass, it was okay to finger-fuck hers. Then at the like moment I plunged my fingerbreadth into her tight ass, my lips surrounded her puffed-up clit.

She let out a loud groan and bucked like a frighten off pony, mashing her kitty into my face. My fingerbreadth sped up and she was now mouthing me with even stronger mania, emitting gurgles and groan, sucking with a power as if she had to syphon my sperm up from my toes.

Increasing our drive and tempo, we fell into a wholeness of purpose. I chewed her button and my tongue explored inside her, my finger speared her ass, I fucked her facial expression as she attempted to absorb my dick off. She came first, filling my mouth and drenching my cervix and chin, and soon my cock exploded into her filled mouthpiece, my muscle spasm, seven, eight, nine metre, until the final stage drop was drunkard.

She finally removed my worn out organ from her rima oris, but continued to kiss it and work the shaft. I kept working her erotic love hammer with my backtalk and kept my fucking finger in her ass.

She removed her oral fissure from my penis and gently grinded her pussy into my face, enhancing my grip on her clit.

"Oh, Jack…"

After a few more insistence pushes from her sweet-scented young cunt I felt her legs tighten like a vise on the side of my head and she started fucking my oral fissure with her clit. I wasn't long before another gush of liquid state Emma flowed from between those red-hot brim and all over me.

When it was over she unstraddled my grimace. She turned and I pulled her toward me and our lips met for the kickoff time, and our natural language plowed into cum-flavored mouths. As we kissed I took her in my branch, one hired man behind her and one on her erected nipple and tit. The kiss went on for a long sentence, and when we parted my rima oris quickly found her nipple. As I sucked her she lay back, and with her helping hand in my hair allowed my mouth to browse on her fertile 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 suck in your cock, but I never knew you would eat me like that. Those were two of the most intense coming I've ever had in my life story !"

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

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

In bed we picked up where we left off, me sucking titty in between second of conversation. Then we started kissing again and before foresighted her hand was on my corpse 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 prick a soft squeeze. I swung my body on top of her."No worries, diddly. I'm protected."

"Put me in,"I said softly.

With her optic on mine, she grabbed my hard fifty year old hammer and slid it with simplicity into her soft twenty-some year old pussy. I kissed her and she sucked me in as I began driving my train into her tunnel.

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

She was. In perfect time with one monumental thrust of my pelvis into hers, she let out a low shrieking, the headboard slammed the wall, a frame picture came crashing to the floor and Emma gushed again. As soon as I felt her warm liquid honey I came again too, and dash my spermatozoan late 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 cock inside her for a long time.

Over the following several hours I fucked her two more times, she gave me another blowjob and I went down on her again. When my mouth was doing my affair between her ramification she moaned loudly and steadily and said my name over and over. After she flooded my face, coming for the eighth or ninth sentence, she shivered and squeezed my head between her legs and pulled me up for a tenacious kiss.

"darn, diddly-shit, you eat pussy almost as good as a woman !"she said.

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

"What ?"she asked.

"You're into girlfriend ?"

"Oh come on, Jack. 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.

"character. What eccentric ?"

"I don't know. You… You…"

She started laughing softly."diddly, 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 years before I ever put a putz in my mouth."She paused and stared at me."But it's nice to have a man."

We kissed and talked for a few minute. Then she surprised me again when she said that sex with women was great, but there was no replacement for a literal cock. In her mouthpiece, her kitty-cat, 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 cock and added,"There's lubricator in my bag."

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

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

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

She flipped onto her abdomen, 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 dick to her welcoming asshole and pushed. I took it slowly 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 powerful thrusting, feeling no painful sensation. She started talking dirty, which of course make me fuck her Henry Sweet 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 ride her ass through the mattress and onto the storey. The bed was creaking and banging the wall again and Emma was keeping the pulsation with her yip. I unloaded once again and dumped my cum into her ass.

We held each former and talked in bed for a while after. She told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass because we had done just about everything else, so why not ?"So you like anal sex ?"I asked, and she said,"I got used to it."I asked her what she meant by that. She said that in eminent schooltime and college girls didn't want to get pregnant so they had sex with other girls. And when they had sex with guy 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 good and we kissed cheerio at her car in my driveway.

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

She drove off and I tried to fathom what had just happened. I'd spent hours with this young woman, we had had sex to beat the ring, uncountable orgasms, but I knew cypher about her, early than her name. She knew where I lived, but I didn't even have her earpiece number.

In the day that followed she didn't yell and she didn't show up at the bar. I tried to find out her with no winner. The school would give out no information, and since she was young and probably renting, her name never came up on property searches. I didn't want to trust that what was too sound 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 months before I saw her. She walked over and sat beside me. I had an bunglesome feel, I think we both did, which was understandable considering what we'd done together and then there hadn't been a word since.

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

"diddley, there are some things I want to state you. Three things,"she said.

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

"turn 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 beginning throe of jounce. The heat of the sun tripled in a heartbeat, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-first century fox, voguish, good story, sexy, stimulate, hellhole, she's just a kid. I never dreamed…

Next, without thought process, I reached for her and pressed my sassing against hers. She seemed receptive 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 theme who I am, do you ?"she said.

"What do you entail ?"I asked.

"You're my Fatherhood, you goofball,"she said."That's the second thing I wanted to separate you."

This hit me like a tractor trailer broadsiding a Toyota.

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

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

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

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

I was too stunned to speak.

She continued."Do you commend taking a trip-up to Martinique in the year 1987 ? Staying at a place called The Paliau Dunes Resort ?"

My mind raced back through time. I remembered the trip. I went with my supporter Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Taiwanese girl from Boston.

"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 bed your last 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 incur you."

"How did you ?"I asked.

"private investigator,"she said."Mom has no idea. All I knew was your first name, 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 ages. He traced you here and I enrolled in shoal. I found your family 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 atrocious thought.

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

She burst out laughing."Jack, take it slowly. I'm an adult, I made that decision a long time ago. I guess I've wanted to sleep with 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 rock my promontory and said,"I can't believe it."

"When I got older she told me more details about your daylight together. About the sex, about your body, and how good you made her feel. She told me you were hung and how she had no musical theme how to suck stopcock at the time, but she sucked yours. How good it felt inside her, how respectable you tasted. She even told me how you two went close dipping and made love on the beach late one Night and the great unwashed were walking by every few minutes and she didn't even care. She said that on the day she left she looked around for you but couldn't find you. And she said that on the flight home base she knew she was going to hold your infant. And she was going to keep it.

"So that's why I wanted to bed you, diddlyshit. For eld I fantasized about fucking you because I wanted to experience everything that she had felt."She paused, then said,"And I even got to experience one thing she never did."

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

"That net thing we did,"she said, referring to anal sex.

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

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

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

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

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

"His name is Anna Mary Robertson Moses. He's a forward on the basketball 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 bullet despite the cap fans directly overhead.

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

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

I walked to the bath and splashed my face with cold water. I thought about my biography : broke, insolvent, lawsuits, foreclosures, depression.

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

But tinker's damn, I got ta stay out of bars !


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