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The Breakup
Part 1
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       As he sat in the airport his mind wondered off in several
directions. First there was the airport it self, big, bustling
with people coming and going. It almost seemed like a living
thing. Many people hate traveling in general and airports in
particular, he loved them both.  The people in this living beast
were doing something, active, coming, and going, they are alive.
He smiled as he looked out the huge windows at the various
airplanes moving to and fro. Fascinating machines, alternate
reality devices really. In one reality you enter the airport,
passed down a metal tube and into another metal tube. There was
some noise and movement then you walked out of another metal tube
into a completely new reality. New city, climate,  people, women,
sex, activities and sex! A completely new reality. He smiled and
laughed to himself. Should it all be about sex ?  His mind
shifted back to the activity at his gate, or to be more precise
the woman at the gate. The young college chicks in jeans, the
twenty somethings in work attire with their laptops, consultants
no doubt. Then there was the lady, in her 40s maybe just 50,
sharply dressed, not official corporate attire but not in the
style of the casually hot 40s chick. As he assessed her he took
in her hands, good clean hands, no ring that is. Interesting.
       As he contemplated this interesting lady he thought of all
the crazy events twist and terns that had lead him to this seat
at a gate waiting for a plane to Salt Lake City. There was the
divorce of course. Yes the journey had officially started there,
unofficially well who knows. The divorce had been ugly and long
but left surprising few scares, at least on him. He had stepped
out into the world as a new born innocent. A 46 year old innocent
and straight into the arms of a 51 year old sexual tigress. Yes
Sara the ski chick ! He shook his head in disbelief at the memory
of it all.
       They had met at a dance. Just like high school kids.
Except  by the next morning she had fucked his brains out. No, he
had to give himself credit, she got her brains fucked out too.
 She was energetic, exciting, had a killer body and loved sex.
Even with all of these sterling qualities there was a little
warning light flashing somewhere in the back of his naïve little
brain. He had heard the terms bi-polar, manic depressive and
compulsive but they had just been things you read about and not
real people you know, deal with and fuck. Fuck, he smiled and
slowly shook his head. That was one of the good things about a
manic depressive. When they where on a fuck binge it was great.
For the first six months she just couldn’t get enough of old
Eric. Fuck morning, noon and night. Fuck in the car when she
picked him up at the airport. Fuck on the hiking trail. It wasn’t
all just fucking, she would do stuff, ski, scuba dive, travel,
you name it she was ready to go and fuck while doing it if at all
possible. And then, just like flipping a switch, she couldn’t
stand him. He had to go.
       He had been shocked at this astounding turn of events but
not really surprised or disappointed. Her smothering domination
was becoming too much. But the sex, the sex was very nice. This
had not stopped him from sampling a few of the ladies at the
dance club. Mary was very nice. Good in bed but she would not
ski, dive or anything. Too bad, well no not really. He got his
mind off fucking Mary and back to his analysis of Sara. The
pattern became clear over the next few months. The downward
breaks were short followed by a spike back up to a ‘I can’t live
with out you’ period. Then the down breaks became longer and the
up periods shorter. The time period between breaks grew shorter
and shorter. The ski trip earlier this year was a sort of an
upside swan song followed by a break in which she announce the
relationship was over. Of course that’s not what she really
meant. She wanted him on a leash so when she needed him a little
tug would bring him to heal. That’s what this trip was all about,
bringing him to heal.

       It was a great day to fly, clear blue sky with lots of
sunshine. The plane was boarding. He stood up and moved closer to
where the 40 something gal with clean hands was standing. Very
nice. Should he try and chat her up? Did she live in Salt Lake ?
He was moving there eventually and it would be nice to have a
connection. Letter ‘B’ was called and they shuffled toward the
plane. He did have a full schedule planned for the weekend so
just let it pass, plus she made no eye contact, her loss.

       As he settled into his seat he reviewed the plan and the
events leading up to this little party. He frowned and thought
‘the best laid plans’, but why should things go wrong? True she
had invited her detestable friend Ulle but the detestable German
bitch didn’t show up for two days. It had all started when he
told Sara he was doing an end of the ski season weekend plus trip
to Salt Lake City. She had called back and announced that she and
Ulle would be in Salt Lake the same time. Sara would arrive that
Thursday evening an hour after him but Ulle would not show up
until Saturday morning. He didn’t particularly care what her
plans were because he had hatched a scheme of his own. He was
fucking several women now and in fact he had fucked Jan that very
morning. It would be just delicious to fuck Sara tonight. They
were staying at separate hotels but he was getting a rental car
and had promised to drive her to her hotel. He knew she would
invite him to her room. So it would be fuck, ski, fuck then the
detestable Ulle would arrive but if Sara was on an up swing it
would be more fucking. Who knows maybe a threesome with
detestable ?

       He spied the 40 something gal with clean hands sitting
several row in front and to the left. She caused him to think of
two very different but in an odd way very closely related topics,
feminism and the internet. Sara was a raging feminist. Endlessly
spouting psychobabble about male oppressions and breaking the
chains of this and that. What the feminist never realized is
chain breaking is a two way street. Women’s liberation liberated
men from the tyranny of women. No fault divorce and the working
women had set men free. Free at last, free at last but free to do
what? All hale the internet !!!! Match.com, single sites, sites
for over 40 dating. Now that feminist in their 40s where free
from the oppression of men they desperately need to find a man !
When Sara had her first big break, the first with him that is, he
has stumbled on to the dating sites. He had been shocked at the
vast number of good looking professional 40 something dating
candidates. He lost no time in exploring this rich vain of dating
candidates and had been rewarded. So as he contemplated the 40s
gal a few rows away there was no urgency. The sea was full of
fish.

He talked to her at the baggage claim. She was friendly and lived
in Salt Lake. She enjoyed dining at Chimayo and Riverhorse. He
didn’t make a move, offer a number or email and then she was
gone. He thought of his full schedule and there are plenty of
fish.

       He wondered over to the big screen with all the flight
listings. Her flight was on time and would arrive in a half hour.
Excellent ! All was going according to plan. He checked his phone
and saw a voice message from Sara. Her voice was more frenetic
then usual and as he listened his face darkened. The stupid bitch
was on the wrong plane !  While still listening to the Sara’s
voicemail, he scanned the door area for the 40 something gal but
she was nowhere in sight. Damn ! He should have moved ! Given her
his number at minimum ! He settled himself down and listened to
the message again. Sara had clicked the wrong flight and would
arrive after connecting in Las Vegas. She would arrive almost 4
hours later then intended. How could this scatterbrained bitch be
a high powered lawyer ? It was a good thing this adventure was to
be the end of her. He reconsidered the plan and concluded all was
in order, just a slight delay in getting under way.




       He sat on his hotel bed sipping a beer and checking email
and messages. He had picked up the rental car and checked into
his hotel. No sense in hanging around the airport for 4 hours.
Sara had called from Las Vegas all apologetic and such. He had
assured her it was no problem and yes he would come and pick her
up. He knew it would be late but not to worry he was glad to do
it. That made him smile, he was sure she would be grateful. One
message was from the mysterious Rene. They had met on the last
ski trip with Sara (ski trip 2 & 3) and then later in Chicago.
She said she was going through an ugly divorce but was being very
cagy which made her all the more interesting. Another was from
Lynn. She was a fascinating gal he had met in St. Kitts and hope
to meet again soon. He took a long tug of his beer and thought
about Lynn. Yes he definitely wanted to meet her again.

       He carried her bags into her hotel room. Sara was
chattering away going in ten directions at once. He had found
that conversation style exciting at first, now he just tuned most
of it out. He sat back in a chair and watched her unpack. She
moved with athletic grace and he had to admit, she looked damn
good. Dark curly hair, good legs and a very nice ass. Yes a very
nice package for a 51 year old, very nice indeed. She walked back
an forth like she was arguing a case before a jury.
       ‘ We can ski together, yes we can still be friends, we
can’t sleep together. Ulle coming Saturday maybe we can all ski
together’ she said as she paced about the room.

       ‘It’s getting late’ she said and with that she stripped
naked. She made sure to give him a full 360 degree view of her
excellent body as she stretched and got into bed. ‘Please stay
with me tonight, no sex just stay with me in bed’ she said with a
soft little girl voice.

       He stood up and undressed. Slowly removing his clothes and
carefully placing them on a chair. He smiled to himself as he was
doing this slow motion strip tease, thinking it was all going
according to plan. She was so predictable. He thought she would
try the ‘sleep in my bed but no sex’ routine but he was no longer
playing by her rules. The old Cole Porter song ‘I’ve changed the
rules’ played in his head. He stood and stretched giving her a
full frontal  view. His semi erect cock the most prominent
 feature. A little tit for tat. He pulled the covers way back,
revealing her naked body and slid up next to her. He pulled her
warm body tight against him and kissed her. She resisted by
keeping her tongue in her mouth.

       His hardening cock pressed against her stomach as his hand
move down her back to her tight ass. He pushed her away just
enough to place his hand on her tit, squeezing her firm nipple.
His mouth worked its way down to her other nipple. He sucked it
into his mouth. He licked and nibbled on that very firm erect
nipple. With his other hand he pushed her legs apart and stroked
her pussy. It was wet. He spread her legs wide and rising up on
his knees moved between them. He began to lower himself to where
his chest was almost touching her hard nipples and his very hard
cock was about to enter her wet pussy.

       ‘Remember no sex, we can’t have sex tonight, just snuggle’
she said as she lay with her legs wide, nipple erect and pussy
dripping.

       He looked down at her and said ‘Sara, your pussy is wet,
my cock is very hard and unless you tell me to leave the room and
go to my hotel right now my hard cock is going deep into that wet
hot pussy of yours. Not only that, I’m going to eat that wet
pussy and you’re going to cum, then I’m going to cum. We will
rest a bit then fuck again, most likely all night. It’s going to
get very hot and very wet’. She said nothing as the he slowly
lowered down on her. The head of his dripping cock opened the
lips of her pussy. She was so wet his cock just slipped in. He
slipped in deeper and deeper until his balls pressed against her
ass. She tried to look impassive but he could feel her pussy
twitching. Soon she began matching his gentle trust and was
moaning with pleasure.

       ‘ You have such a good sex body. I love the way you fuck
me. Oh fuck me hard !’

The pressure was building in him. Not only was he enjoying his
triumph but she was a damn good fuck. He had to slow down, go
down and eat her, make her scream. They were now fucking
together. She rolled her hips up and spread her legs wide. He
pulled out and she said with a pouty look on her face ‘no no
don’t pull out’. He kissed his way down to her left tit and began
sucking her erect nipple. She had always accused him of ignoring
her tits but he was not going to make that mistake now. As he
sucked, licked and kissed her nipples he slowly moved his right
hand down her body, his fingers just touching her hot flesh. One
stroke of her wet pussy and the middle two fingers went deep
inside while the thumb teased her clit. The fingers stayed in
deep, feeling for that spot.

‘Oooohhh Goooodddddd  that’s good ohhhhh goooddddd !!I might cum
! Oh fuck me fuck me !!!’

He  lifted up from a nipple and said ‘Not yet, I’m going to eat
you now’.  She gasped ‘Eat me, eat my pussy, I love pussy eat oh
YES EAT ME !!!!

       He slid down to her pussy, moved his thumb and began
licking her clit, with his fingers still deep inside her pushing
up.

       ‘OOOHHHH  GGOOOODDDDD   YEEESSS’ she moaned.

He slid between her legs, pulled his fingers out and put both
hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to his hungry mouth. He
ate her with abandon, licking, sucking, flicking and drinking her
juices.

‘I’m CUMMING, Oh GOODDD I LOVE TO CUMMMMM !!!’  she said in her
patented  controlled yell. ‘OH ERIC IT”S BIGGGGG SUCH A BIGGGG
CUM ALL OVER OH I LOVE TO CUM !!!!!!”

‘ Now I’m going to fuck your hot cum pussy’ he said as he crawled
up her quivering body. He kissed her and her tongue eagerly
licked and tasted the juices of her cunt. Oh her hot wet cunt
felt so good as he slid his hard cock in as deep as he could go.
He started fucking her and knew he could fuck her hard and long.
All thought melted away. It was totally primal now. Primal
fucking at it’s most primitive. He rolled her over and with a
hand on each hip roughly pulled her ass up then jammed his wet
tool into that sopping cunt. He pounded in and she pushed back.
The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh. Her head flung
up and she cried out ‘I’m cumming AGAIN ! GODDDD I’m CUMMING
AGAINNNNN !!!!!’. He flipped her over, put her ankles on his
shoulders and fucked her deeper and deeper. She curled her back
to the point where he was almost standing as he fucked that
glorious cunt. It was coming. His balls tightened and his cock
swelled. He may has said something or just yelled he didn’t know,
the only consciousness was the huge cum blasting from his cock.
One, two, three………….. Then he slowly collapsed on top of her, his
cock still hard. He continued to slowly fuck her as his other
senses returned. He could hear their heavy breathing and the wet
sloppy sound of his cock moving in her pussy.
‘I like it that you stay hard’ she said in a voice that sounded
almost normal. How could anything be normal after that ?
He rolled off and lay beside her, both of them in a post cum
haze. He reach down, stroked  and penetrated that oh so wet
pussy. He brought his hand back up where she eagerly grabbed it,
guiding those wet fingers to her mouth. She licked and suck their
cum cocktail as she said ‘I love the taste of your cum. Will you
cum in my mouth ? I want you to cum in my mouth.’

‘ Before the nights over you will have my cum dripping from all
your holes’.

She squeezed his soft cock and said ‘All my holes? Promise?’

       They lay together in that wonderful post sex zone. Almost
floating on the bed.
She rolled over and asked ‘How am I different from that corporate
chick you’ve been seeing?’ Red warning lights flashed somewhere
in the deep dark mist of his still cum soaked brain. He new the
proper responses where:
       ‘There is no other woman’
       ‘You are my only love’
       ‘I only had coffee with her once’
       ‘You are so hot’

       He was tired of dancing to her tune. Saying what would
please her. Bending into whatever pretzel shape he hoped would
bring her up from a down. So he did the unthinkable, he spoke the
truth.
       ‘She’s not as emotionally volatile as you are’.

       YOUGODDAMNFUCKINGASSHOLEGETOUTGETOUT !!!!!!!!’

       YOUFUCKINGPIECEOFSHIT ! GETOUT GETOUT !!!!!!!’

       She began pushing and kicking him with amazing force.

       ‘SO YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK ME AND FUCK HER !!! WELL GET
THE FUCK OUT NOW !!!!’
Although she was a small woman and he was over 6 feet tall and
200+ pounds she shoved him out of the bed. After he hit the floor
he tried to say something but was so amazed at the fantastic
spectacle going on before his eye he was unable to react at all.
She jumped out of the bed and yelled ‘ Fuck her and FUCK ME ! Oh
no buster ! Oh I want to fuck all your holes Sara dear. YOU PIECE
OF SHIT GET OUT !!!’,  with that she grabbed his clothes from the
chair and through them at him.

       He stood up and gathered up what clothes he could and
tried to think of some magic phrase or something but nothing
would come. She came forward and pushed him back towards the
door.
       ‘YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF CRAP !! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
GETOUT YOU SHIT !!! FUCK HER WILL YOU ! FUCK HER THEN FUCK ME WAS
THAT YOUR PLAN??? WELL FUCK YOUUUUUUUU !!!!!!.
With that he opened the door and she shoved him into the hall,
slamming the door behind him.

       He stood in the hotel hallway naked with his arms full of
clothes. Silence. The seconds ticked by, the heating system
softly blew warm air. Had that really just happened? He started
to walk down the hallway and it occurred to him that he had
better get dressed. He sorted through the pile of clothes and
extracted his underpants. He had both feet in and was pulling
them up when the elevator door opened  and out stepped two
couples. The two men where talking to one of the women but the
other women was starring straight at his semi hard cock, still
wet with cunt juice. He quickly pulled up the shorts and said
‘thought I’d go for a stroll, how’s the weather outside?’ One of
the men said ‘I think you may need a bit more than that’. The
women who had seen him said ‘Oh I don’t know about that’.

       A door burst opened and a stark naked Sara stepped into
the hall holding his hiking boots. She reared back and hurled one
at him with surprising force. Only a quick instinctive blocking
move with his arm prevented a direct hit in his face. She razed
her arm with the other boot but it slipped from her hand and fell
behind her. She spun around and bent over with the grace and form
of a ballerina. For just an instant all five people in the hall
were treated to a view of the back of her excellent legs, tight
ass and that beautiful pussy, shinning with their wet. His cum
was clearly visible on her thighs. She grabbed the boot, spun
around and flung it in his general direction. He couldn’t help
but think ‘what a beautiful move, the stage lost a great dancer
when she took up law’. She stood up straight, hands on her hips,
her body tight as a violin string, a look of furious rage on her
face and  not so much yelled as bellowed ‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE !’
Spun on her toes and was gone.

       The hall was totally silent. Time seemed to have slowed to
a crawl. The heads on the four others rotated  slowly in one
motion towards his direction as if they where robots at some
theme park.  The look on their faces was not so much surprise or
shock it was that they just could not believe what they just saw.

       Mustering the best nonchalant attitude he could, he picked
up his pants and said ‘I told her I was voting Republican’.

       The next day he pondered his situation as stood on top of
Sugarloaf at Alta Ski area. True things had not gone exactly
according to plan but one should always look on the brightside.
He had fucked her and what a fuck it had been ! She was a crazy
bitch but when she was on my God she could fuck. He was skiing
and not working, always a good thing and what the hell he was now
free to do whatever he felt like, also not a bad thing. Oh if he
had just got the number of the 40s gal on the plane !  He had to
admit she most likely would not have given it to him but you
never know. If she had it would sure come in handy now. What to
do, he must email Lynn, the gal he met in St. Kitts and tell her
all about the events of last night. She would want all the
details and it would be fun to tell her. They where planning to
meet again up in a week or so once their schedules cleared. Now
that promised to be very fun !! Rene yes Rene, well he would deal
with that later, maybe.  Damn why didn’t he get that 40s gal’s
number !. Would he ever learn?

St. Kitts had been fun and a bit troubling. His friend Mike had
been doing a job there and he had helped out. Mike’s wife Susan
had been there also. He hesitated to call them but Mike was good
guy and it would be fun to have a few beers and relate his latest
adventure. He called Mike’s number and was surprised when Susan
answered. It was a business phone and when Mike was busy it
rolled to Susan.

‘ Eric you dog, what are you up to?’ Susan asked with her normal
cheery voice.
       ‘Just getting in some late season skiing here at Alta’
       ‘ And you didn’t call us ? I am very cross with you !’
       ‘Now, now I just wanted to know if you and Mike would like
to join me for some eats and brews?’
       ‘Just a minute, let me check, I’ll call you back in just a
sec’.

       He had hoped to just meet with Mike. This could be
awkward. He may have put his foot in it now. A few minutes later
his phone rang.
       ‘Eric it will work out great. I have made reservation at
Chimayo at 5. can’t wait to see you. Oh Mike wont be joining us
he is in Mexico on a big program.’
       ‘Ah OK, Sue ah Mike is gone you say?’
       ‘Now Eric don’t get silly on me. I’m a big girl and you’re
a big boy.’
       ‘Yes but….’.
       ‘Now Eric you have seen me naked'.

To Be Continued in Part 2 of  The Breakup.
  `When one door closes, another opens....'

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