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 It was a beautiful spring day.  I was busy working on my house.  Being
single and free, I had managed to save up and get this great home in an
upscale neighborhood.  It had been a bargain due to the previous owners had
gotten a divorce and needed to sell it quickly to get things settled
between them.

   My bank had lent me the money at a good interest rate and my payments
were actually lower than the apartment I had been renting before.  I spent
most of my free time working on the house, fixing it up.  I had installed a
hot tub and Jacuzzi bathtub.  A great big tile shower in the master
bathroom, and a nice deck in back.

   Right now my project was the building of a brick barbeque that rose up
from the ground and had the grill at waist height on my deck.  I was
putting on the finishing touches and getting ready for a party to break it
in.

   My work keeps me very busy most of the time.  I have a small business
consulting in the computer field, more precisely, in the networking and
large company networks field.  It pays well and I had quite a few contracts
for steady work since I am very good at what I do.

   I have fourteen people working for me and had invited them all to my
place for the barbeque.  I was hoping that they all showed up.  My freezer
was full of steaks and shrimp.  My refrigerator full of beer and wine.  I
wanted to have it be a little company party and housewarming party
combination.

   Having neighbors on each side of me, on one side were an older couple,
Bill and Kate.  He was in banking and she was an interior decorator. 
Matter of fact they had both helped me to get and fix up my house.

   Bill had handled the loan and Kate had given me some great ideas on my
additions.  We shared a few get togethers from time to time.  I had invited
them over for this party but they were going to be out of town so couldn't
make it.

   My other neighbor was a single woman who kept to herself.  She had a
large swimming pool, and spent quite a bit of time next to it sunning
herself and reading books.  I was not sure what she did since I had not
been around to talk to very much.

   I had seen her in a bikini one time.  My jaw dropped when I realized it
was her.  Usually she was dressed kind of frumpy but in that bikini she had
revealed one hot body.  I had watched her the whole time she had been out
by her pool that day.

   I think she knew I had been watching her too.  She would look over her
sunglasses once in a while as I `worked' on my deck.  Needless to say, I
didn't get much done that day.  I also had an erection that actually hurt.

   I fired up the barbeque and was testing it to see if it was going to
draft right, when she came out on her back deck.  I looked over and saw she
was in her bikini again and I almost burnt my hand not paying attention to
what I was doing.  God, she looked hot.  I really wanted to invite her over
for the party, but didn't know how to go about it without looking stupid. I
fiddled around with the barbeque for quite some time before I got up the
nerve to walk over to the fence and ask her if she would like to come to my
barbeque.

   "Hi.  Say, I'm having a barbeque to break in my grill tomorrow and
wondered if you would like to come over for a steak and a beer or wine? 
I'm having some of my friends over, and I would like to get to know you. 
After all, you are my neighbor."

   She looked at me over her sunglasses.  She didn't say anything at first,
then after a hesitation, she stood up and walked over to where I was
standing.

   "I'm being invited to your barbeque party tomorrow?  What time?"

   "Um, well I told everyone that it would start about one o'clock tomorrow
afternoon.  Since it is a Saturday and all, I figured that would be a good
time."

   "Oh, that's too bad, I have some business to attend to at one, across
town.  I will be tied up with that until probably around three at the
earliest."

   "Heh, well if I know my friends, the party will just be getting going
about then."

   "Well, if it's convenient for you, yes, I would love to come.  I will
have to be late though."

   "I'll just say you are going to be fashionably late how's that?"

   "That'll be good.  Thank you for inviting me too, by the way."

   "My pleasure . . .  umm . . .  maybe I should know your name too.  I'm
Jim.  Jim Anderson."

   "Oh, yes that might be good, Jim Anderson.  I am Diane.  Diane . . . 
Fields."

   "Pleasure to meet you Diane.  Diane . . .  Fields."

   We laughed together about her hesitation to tell me her last name.  I
figured she was just as nervous as I was about the whole thing and let it
go as that.  We chit chatted for a bit then I had to leave to get some more
items for another project I was beginning.

   As I drove across town, I felt elated and more than a bit fortunate that
she had accepted my invitation.  I was not so sure that she may be out of
my league, but she had actually warmed up to me rather nicely after the
initial ice breaking.

   I got my things and headed home.  My cell phone rang as I drove and not
being one to drive and talk like most people do, I pulled over to answer
it. It was my secretary.  She was calling to affirm that her and her
husband would be at the party.  I mentioned to her about my neighbor and
she started to tease me a bit.  You see, she had been trying to fix me up
with some of her friends and none of them had worked out very well.  I
guess that they were not ready for such a young man to be the owner of a
business like I was.

   Most of the girls Shiana set me up with had been younger than I and that
had led to some interesting dates.  Some of them couldn't get over the fact
that I was very sedate and, well, adult.  They were looking for party guys
in most cases and I was not interested in partying like that.  I had
already been there and done that too much.

   I got home and noticed that Diane was still on her lounger next to the
pool.  I looked at her for a while through my kitchen window.  I couldn't
get over how good-looking she was and what a great body she had too.  I
decided at that point that I was going to pursue her far more seriously.

   The next morning I woke up to rain.  It was raining hard and I knew that
the party was going to be bust unless it stopped pretty soon.  I waited for
hours and about eleven I decided that it wasn't going to stop so I called
everyone and canceled out.  I told them that we would have it next weekend
for sure.

   I sat in my kitchen watching the rain.  About two o'clock it finally
quit and I went out to wipe down the pentagon shaped picnic table.  I liked
to keep it clean as possible, knowing that a bit of neglect would lead to
warping and twisting of the wood.  I had built it with my own hands and was
quite proud of it.

   I had my back to Diane's house when I heard her come out into her yard.
I hadn't been able to get a hold of her to inform her of the cancelled
party.  She came up to the gate in the fence and I ran down to open it for
her.

   "I'm sorry.  The rain this morning . . .  at eleven I called everyone to
cancel.  I didn't think it was going to quit.  But it's nice now.  If you
want, I can still fire up the grill and we could get to know each other."

   "Oh dear.  There won't be anyone else here then?"

   "No.  That isn't a problem is it?  I mean, Heh, I don't bite or
anything. Honest!"

   Laughing, she looked into my eyes with a smile that went deep inside. 
My heart shook a bit with that look.  She had a way of looking at me that
seemed to bare my soul to her.  It was kind of unnerving.

   "Oh no, that's not a problem.  Perhaps you should be afraid of me
instead."

   I laughed at her joke, half wondering if maybe I should be afraid of
her. She had a confidence in her that I didn't see in many women and she
seemed to be quite in charge of her life.  Her words were strongly spoken,
no hesitation or cowering there.

   "Shall we then Diane?"

   I opened the gate and offered her my arm.  I walked her up to the table
I had just wiped off, glad that I had done just that a few minutes ago.  At
least her seat would be dry.  I got her a drink and then went to my kitchen
to get the steaks and other food for our dinner.

   As I started to cook the steaks she came to stand by me and we talked. I
found out that she was an independent businesswoman and did quite well with
her business.  She mentioned that she was in the entertainment field.  I
figured that meant she was an agent or something.  Her clothes and matter
of fact, her house and everything about her was upscale.

   We ate and visited some more.  I found her to be a great person and fun
and intelligent too.  We talked about many things and after cleaning up
from our dinner I showed her my house and all I had done to it.  She seemed
impressed at my skills and taste.

   I was thanking the Gods that Kate had been nice enough to give me a hand
on my decorating.  Diane left that night parting company with me at the
gate.  We looked at each other for a bit, then because I thought it felt
right, I leaned in to kiss her.  She held off with just a bit of
hesitation, then lightly kissed my lips.  With that she was gone.

   I went in my house in such a good mood.  I had actually found out that I
liked my neighbor far more than I had thought I would.  We had even kissed.
Okay, it was a very small kiss and could have been one of those `just
friends' kisses, but it was what I thought to be a great start.

   The next morning, I got up early and did my yard work.  I never saw
Diane at all.  I figured she was either sleeping in or that she had gone to
church.  I finished up my yard work and then went in to do my housework.

   I liked to keep a clean house, mainly because my mom had ingrained it in
me.  She used to tell me . . .  'You never know who may stop by Jim, so
keep your house clean.' She had also used a lot of other mother to son
sayings, but that one stayed with me for some reason.

   I spent the day cleaning and then that evening I just sat out on my deck
and enjoyed the sunset.  I saw lights on in Diane's house so I knew she was
home.  I sat there and thought about her and how much I wanted to get to
know her better.  Far better.  I only hoped that she felt the same way
about me.

   Over the next week I was busy with work and didn't have much time for
any projects at home.  I pretty much would go to work, come home, eat and
then go to bed.  On that Friday, I made plans to try the barbeque again. 
Everyone said they would be there and I went over to Diane's to invite her
too.

   Once at her door I was a bit nervous.  `After all,' I told myself, `we
have only really just met.  What if she was just being nice to her
neighbor?' I almost chickened out, but at the last minute, she opened her
door.  She had seen me walking up her sidewalk.  "Jim!  What a surprise. 
How have you been?"

   "Hi Diane.  I've been good, busy, but good.  Um . . .  I was coming over
to invite you to the barbeque tomorrow afternoon.  I'm going to try it
again.  Hope it doesn't rain."

   "Oh, darn.  I have to go out of town tonight and won't be back until
Sunday night.  I really wish I could be there though.  I liked the other
day . . .  quite a bit as a matter of fact."

   "That's too bad.  I was kind of, well, I really wanted you to come over.
I . . .  I liked our time together last weekend a lot too.  I had hoped
that . . .  well, I mean to say . . .  you are so . . ."

   I was getting flustered.  I felt like a grade-school boy asking a girl
out for the very first time.  It was embarrassing and the more I faltered,
the more I stumbled.  Diane rescued me though.  It was like she knew I was
sinking fast and not knowing how to extricate myself from my own mess.

   "You really liked our time together?  Good.  I have been thinking about
that day and I was kind of hoping you would want to see me again.  I like
you quite a bit.  Not only are you handsome, but you're nice too.  I can
see you're also very good with your hands.  Not many guys can say they
built their own barbeque grill and the other things you have done with your
house too."

   "Thank you.  Heh, good with my hands, poor with talking.  Not sure why I
am so nervous at the moment.  Diane, I really would like to take you out to
dinner some time soon.  What would be a good night for you?"

   "How about next Tuesday?  I have a break in business then and I'll be
free."

   "Tuesday night it is then.  I'll pick you up around . . .  six?"

   "Six would be great Jim.  What should I wear?"

   "Oh, umm . . .  semiformal.  I was thinking Damian's down on the river.
They don't require formal wear, but it is slightly upscale."

   "I've been there.  That's a great place to eat at.  Six o'clock then. 
I'll be ready."

   I went home, a bit disappointed that she wouldn't meet my friends, but
happy we had another date coming.  I felt like a superman at that moment.

   My barbeque turned out great.  My friends were impressed with all I had
done to the house and we all had a great time.  Everything went smoothly
too.  At one point Shiana started to talk to me about this girl she knew
that was interested in me.  I mentioned that I had a date on Tuesday.

   Everyone wanted to know about Diane.  Shiana started to call her my
mystery woman.  I never told them that Diane lived right next door.  I
described her and how our barbeque went on last Saturday.  I got teased
quite a bit for canceling the party and then having Diane over instead. 
Sunday I spent working on my new project for the first time in a week.  I
got a lot done on it and was hoping that I could finish it next week.  I
was putting in a rock pool under a tree that was in the back yard.  It had
started out to be about three feet high, but by the time I got into it, I
had gone up about eight feet.

   It was shaping up pretty well too.  I had the water and filter system
plumbed in and the rock face work done.  All I really had left were the
hookups and some greenery added here and there.  I was still in my back
yard when Diane got home.  She came over and looked at my creation.

   "I'm impressed Jim.  For an IT person you seem to know a lot about
construction and building."

   "Yeah, well, I put myself through college working for a contractor.  He
built homes and specialized projects.  I learned most of what I know
working for him.  I even stayed working for him until I got my business up
off the ground.  That alone took three years before I could rely on it."

   "I think you are an amazing man.  Not many can do half of what you do,
and most of them that do work with their hands like this are a bit, well
crude too."

   "Yeah, there are those.  Not near as many as there were years ago
though."

   We chatted for a while then she left to go home.  I watched her walk
away, wishing I was much closer to her.  I really was developing a thing
for her.  I hoped that nothing came along and ruined it now.  I could even
picture us being married in my mind.  Something that had not crossed my
mind before.  She seemed to fill a vague hole in my life somehow.

   On Tuesday our dinner date went wonderfully.  After we ate, I took her
out to a dance club and we danced for a while.  She could really dance
well. We had a great time.  She looked so sexy and beautiful too.  Many men
stared at her at dinner and at the club too.  I felt so lucky to have her
on my arm.

   That night, I walked her to her door and she invited me in for a cup of
coffee.  We talked far into the night.  I was loving the whole night,
especially when she stepped up close to me as I was getting ready to leave.
She was so close to me I could smell her hair.

   I leaned in just a bit and she took my head in her hands and put her
lips hard on mine.  Our tongues intertwined as we held each other close. 
Her arms went around my body and I put mine around hers.

   We kissed for a long time.  I knew that I really wanted her, and I was
certain that she wanted me too.  I broke the kiss first.  We caught our
breath and then she leaned in and we kissed yet again.

   I was getting worked up, and even though I wanted to go much farther, I
also didn't want to go too far and lose her either.  I went home in a daze.
I had really had a great time tonight.  Diane was so beautiful and
friendly. A real first class kisser too.  I laid in bed that night and
thought about her for several hours.

   The next day I drug into work and Shiana teased me all day about my hot
date.  She was impressed that I had gone out a second time with Diane.  I
had never done that very often.  Usually my dates didn't turn out good for
one reason or another.  Shiana was curious about Diane and wanted to know
everything I could tell her.

   I realized that I didn't know much about Diane.  She had been skillfully
leading the talk around me and my business and family.  All I really knew
about Diane was that she was in the entertainment field and that she was
beautiful, and a damn good kisser.

   I decided that on the next date with her I was going to try to find out
more about Diane.  I was developing a serious intent with her in a very big
hurry.  The feelings I had were making me unsettled and I had never
experienced anything like this before.  I had to have this woman in my
life.

   Diane and I saw each other several times over the next two weeks.  Each
time our kissing got hotter and hotter.  The last time I had actually
slipped my hand down from her shoulder to her breasts and she hadn't done
anything to stop me.  I had a feeling that on our next date we would be in
bed together.  I had some condoms in my dresser in my room, and I checked
them to make sure they were not outdated.

   I was torn about taking some with me on the date or leaving them in the
dresser in case we came to my place after our date.  I finally decided to
take two with me and put them in my jacket pocket.  Better safe than sorry
I figured.

   Our date was at a local theater and the movie was an old classic with
Humphrey Bogart.  We had a good time and went out for a snack at a local
diner.  Nothing fancy, just dinner and a movie.  I pulled into my driveway
and invited her in for a cup of coffee.

   Diane was dressed in a short dress that was low cut in front and back.
She was also not wearing a bra, the dress's cut precluded that.  I had more
than glanced at her chest throughout the night.  She had caught me staring
twice that I was aware of too.  I had been embarrassed and my face had
turned red both times.  She had laughed at my discomfort both times.  Even
teasing me the last time.

   "See anything you'd like to eat?"

   "What?"

   "Well, you've been staring at my chest for the last minute or so and
licking your lips.  I figure you must want a taste or something."

   "Oh, God, I'm sorry.  I . . .  I . . ."

   Laughing at my discomfort, she let me off the hook.

   "Hey, you should know that I dressed this way so I'd get your attention.
I like it when you look at me like you have been.  It makes me . . .  hot.
I'm tingling all over right now.  Not wearing a bra makes me feel free
too."

   I was relieved that she was being so good about it.  I was also
wondering if she wanted me as bad as I wanted her.  I guess that I was
going to find out at some point tonight.  I could feel it.  As we walked up
to my front door, she hooked her arm through mine and stayed close to my
body.

   Going into my house I held the door, guiding her inside.  Her hand
touched mine for just a second.  An electric feeling and a tingle coursed
through my body.  I looked into her eyes and the next thing I knew we were
hugging and kissing each other in hot passion.

   Our tongues were linked together and dancing with each other as I held
her close to me.  I felt her hand slip down my body and lightly caress the
front of my pants.  I could tell she felt my erection and soon I felt her
grip on my cock through my pants.

   My hands went down her back and I was feeling her hot skin.  I took one
hand and ran it around to her front, slipping it right in between her
breasts.  As my fingers searched out her nipples, her hand moved to my
zipper and I felt her undoing it.

   My breath was hot on her neck and my fingers had found a nipple.  I was
rolling it between them, relishing the touch and texture of her magnificent
breasts.  My cock was so hard it actually hurt.  I almost shot off as I
felt her hand slip into my underwear and grasp my cock skin to skin.  Her
touch was hot and silky smooth at the same time.

   I gently pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and as it
fell I stepped back just enough to let it go to the floor in a puddle
around her feet.  She had no bra on and just some lacy panties that were
almost see through.  She had let go of me as her dress fell and as soon as
it dropped her hand went right back to my cock.

   I bent a bit and kissed each of her nipples.  Then I began to lick and
suck on her breasts, one hand on the breast that was not occupying my
mouth. My pants fell loosely around my thighs and I kicked them off.  Her
hands went to my chest, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

   She pulled it off my shoulders and tossed it aside as I worked my shoes
off of my feet.  I slipped my socks off one at a time, never losing contact
with her breasts.  She had started to moan softly and her hands were back
playing with my stone hard cock.  I could feel her stroking me, almost with
a feathery touch.

   My hands went to her panties and I started to pull them down her legs.
Suddenly she just reached down and tore them off.  Ripping the light
material apart and jerking them off in one smooth motion.

   "I need you Jim.  NOW."

   "I've got a condom . . ."

   "Don't care . . .  I just want this hard cock in me now.  I'm safe right
now.  Just give me your cock."

   I was a bit shocked at her words.  I wasn't sure if I should press
harder to get the condom or if I should just go with the flow.  She made up
my mind a second later.  She grabbed my hands and placed them on her smooth
and very wet pussy.  Her next move was to grab my cock and pull me hard to
her.  I felt the head of my cock slip past my fingers and enter her
tightness.

   It didn't matter now.  She wanted my cock and she had it.  I decided to
not worry about the condom, even though I knew it was far better to be safe
than sorry.  I just hoped she didn't get pregnant or worse that she didn't
have any STD's.

   I was so worked up though I don't think it would have mattered if she
had.  I wanted to fuck this Goddess in front of me regardless of the
outcome.  Standing there I took her toned butt in my hands and as I braced,
holding her weight, she raised her legs and put them around my back.

   We stood, well, I stood there holding her as my cock fully entered her
warmth.  Her lips found mine and her tongue shot into my mouth.  I could
feel the nipples of her breasts rubbing on my chest as we began to move in
sync with each other.

   "Oh, God, you are so big.  Your cock is huge.  I can feel it hitting all
the right places.  Mmmm . . .  fuck me Jim.  Yesssss . . .  yessss . . . 
oh, that feels so good.  Mmmmm . . .  fuck me . . .  harder."

   "God Diane, you are so tight.  I think I may cum pretty soon too."

   "Oh yes, cum in me Jim.  I want to feel your hot juice shoot into me. 
Oh, yes, yes, yesssss . . ."

   Diane began to shake and rock hard on my cock.  I was hard put to keep
my grip on her ass as she really began to hump on me.  All her extra
movement caused me to start to cum.  As I did, she took my head in her
hands and pulled me to her mouth again.  Her tongue searching out mine.  We
climaxed together, shaking and moaning each in their own blissful moment in
time.

   As I came down from my climax, I started to feel guilty for having taken
her without a condom.  My thoughts were scattered and I didn't know what
she was going to think now.  She lowered her legs to the floor and I held
her until she got her balance.

   I was still inside her, and as she slowly moved back I slipped out.  As
I stood there, trying to decide what we should do next she went to her
knees in front of me.  Looking into my eyes she opened her mouth and
slowly, so painstakingly slowly, began to swallow my cock.  She didn't stop
until she had taken all eight inches of me into her throat.

   Her eyes on mine as her chin lightly rubbed against my balls.  Her lips
in my pubic hair, the head of my cock in her throat.  Then she began to
suck and bob her head up and down my shaft.  I started to regain my
erection and pretty soon I was once again hard as a rock.

   "You know Jim, you have a very nice cock.  I think I would like some
more of what you got to offer me."

   She took my cock in her hand and led me into my bedroom.  Getting there
she pushed me onto my back on the bed and then crawled up over me.  Her
head went back down on my cock as her legs straddled my head.

   I looked up to see a clean-shaven pussy lips wet and begging for my
attention.  I didn't even care that I had just came in her, I put my hands
on her ass and pulled my head up until my lips were touching her.  My
tongue began to lick along the length of her lips and once in a while I
would let it play with her clit.

   I ran a finger up around her asshole and lightly circled it, playing
with it as my tongue explored her pussy.  She tasted sweet and a bit salty.
I figured it was our combined juices and as I sucked and licked her I could
feel her shuddering once in a while.

   Her lips were tightly around my shaft and her motions were long and
slow. Her technique was different that any I had felt before.  I should say
that I had never had a woman take all of my cock in her throat before
either.  I lay there, sucking and licking her sweet pussy and enjoyed the
best blowjob of my life.

   At one point as I was licking her, she rolled her hips down and forward
quite a bit and my nose brushed across her little brown bud.  I felt her
moan around my cock and that gave me an idea.  I moved a bit and as I began
to lick along her pussy the next time I continued right across her `taint'
and let my tongue encircle her hole.  She shuddered and moaned hard and
pressed back into my face.

   I began to lick her little bud and spread her ass cheeks with my hands
so that I could access her better.  That also caused her hole to open up a
bit.  I stiffened my tongue up and pressed it against her, slipping it into
her depths, until my chin stopped me from going any farther.

   As she really began to shake and moan around my cock I began to move my
tongue in and out of her asshole.  I was loving this.  No woman I had ever
been with had allowed me to play with their ass.  This was new territory
for me, and I was liking it.

   Using one hand to keep her asscheeks spread, I placed the other on her
pussy and began to finger her.  Once in a while I would rub her clit
causing her to shake harder yet.  I knew that she was getting close to
cumming again.

   She really began to work my cock over, I think she was trying to get me
off before I got her off.  I had other ideas though and carefully began to
pull away and out from under her.  She moaned and began to beg me for more
as my cock slipped out of her mouth.

   I moved out and getting up behind her I went back to licking and sucking
on her asshole from behind.  She stayed on her hands and knees, legs spread
slightly.  My fingers were working her clit and pussy over at the same
time. She pushed back into my face as I brought her closer and closer to
orgasm.

   Suddenly she started to pull on me, trying to get me up close to her.  I
moved up and let my cock brush across her pussy lips.  I felt her hand on
me and without looking down I let her guide me into her.

   As I pressed in, I found her to be very tight.  Uncertain as to why she
felt so much tighter than she had earlier, I looked down to see she had
guided me to her asshole.  I was pressing my cock into her ass.  Another
first for me.  I had always wanted to do this, but never had been able to.
Now, here I was, slowly pushing into Diane's tight and very fine looking
ass.

   She guided me in speed and depth working it in slowly.  I let her take
control of this since I didn't want to hurt her and ruin my first shot at
anal sex.  Soon I was fully buried in her ass.  She held me by my hips, her
face buried in the pillow under her, letting her bottom get used to my
size. I was soon moving in and out of her tightness, marveling in the feel
and heat.

   I reached around and began to rub her clit.  Her pussy was dripping wet
and my fingers worked inside her easily.  Her clit was hard like a little
cock too.  When I would brush my fingers over it she would shudder and moan
loudly.

   I felt my next orgasm boiling up from my balls as I began to stroke in
and out of her.  She was meeting every thrust of mine with an equal back
push.  We were really fucking up a storm by now.

   As I began to cum, I could feel her tensing up.  My cum shot out and
filled her ass as we kept stroking and soon I could feel it lubing up the
path.  She began to groan and moan and then she started to cum too.  Her
ass tightened up on my cock and I found myself trapped in her, with no
pulling out.  I let my body stay close to hers.

   "Oh God Jim.  Yes.  Ummmm.  Keep pumping.  Ohhhhh.  Yesssss.  I'm
cumming!"

   Afterward, we lay together hugging each other.  Her head on my chest as
she played with my nipples softly.  All felt right and good in my world.  I
had just had the best sex I had ever had and she was still in bed with me.

   I fell asleep for a bit and didn't wake until I felt her stirring.  She
had fallen asleep with her head on my chest and as she pulled it away it
woke me.  She was heading into the bathroom as I watched her.

   When she came out, I went in and splashed some water on my face and
wiped my cock off while I was at it.  Coming back into the bedroom I saw
her laying on top of the covers, still naked, her legs spread wide.  Her
knees were up in the air a bit and I could see she was wet.  Her nipples
were hard too.

   She held her hands up to me and I slipped up between her legs letting
her pull me up until we were face to face.  My hardening cock was laying on
top of her pussy, slipping over her wetness.  I put a hand on her breast
and began to squeeze it and caress it lightly.

   She reached up and put her arms around me and pulled me down into her
body.  Her lips on mine, tongue in my mouth.  Kissing, I felt her hand
guide my hard cock into her pussy.  When I started to pump in and out, her
hands went to my hips and pulled me close into her not letting me move.

   "Just feel me.  Don't move, just feel my heat, my wetness, my pussy
enveloping your hard cock.  Think about what I feel like while I think
about what you feel like to me.  Little strokes.  Very little tiny strokes,
just enough to feel my tightness.  Enough for me to feel how long and hard
you are."

   I understood immediately.  She was wanting to just lay there and feel
our bodies connected.  I had never done that either.  I found it to be
quite sensual and erotic.  We kissed and held each other.  I was caressing
her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers.  She was rubbing my
ass and playing with my nipples.

   We laid there like that for what seemed to be hours.  It was probably
only a few minutes.  All of the sudden she began to rock under me.  I could
tell by the way her pussy suddenly juiced up that she was close to cumming.


   With her movement under me, I began to stroke long and slow into her. 
Pretty soon she was begging me to fuck her harder and faster.  I complied,
and pretty soon I was ramming my cock into her as hard and fast as I could.

   We came close to one another.  She went over first then I followed. 
Afterward we slept again, this time I didn't pull out of her.  Later, as we
slept, I slipped out.  I felt it when it happened and it slightly woke me.
I lay in my bed looking at her angelic face in the moonlight that filtered
through the window.

   I could only think of how beautiful and great she was.  I wanted this to
never end.  I was feeling things I had never felt before and realized that
she was far different that any woman I had ever dated.  I knew she was
probably the one for me.  That one special person that everyone searches
for.

   In the morning we got up and fumbled around.  I let her shower first and
then I went in to take mine.  As I was lathering up, I felt a cool breeze
on my back.  I next had warm hands rubbing my back.  Diane had decided to
join me in the shower.

   We washed each other's backs then as I turned to let the water run over
my head I realized that she had gone down on her knees.  Soon her lips were
over my cock and she began to suck my hardness.

   I looked down to see her eyes on mine.  I watched her, our eyes
connected as she took me fully into her throat and then pull back until
just the head was in her mouth.  Her lips would firmly grasp me just under
my head and her tongue would be moving around my cock in circular emotions.

   Then she would move down, swallowing my totally again.  The whole time
her tongue busy on my cock.  Pretty soon I began to feel the stirrings of
an orgasm approaching.  I was still looking into her eyes as I told her.

   "I'm about to cum Diane."

   She just looked into my eyes and I could see them twinkle as she kept up
her sucking.

   "Seriously Diane, I am about to cum.  If you're not careful you might
get a mouthful."

   She still just looked into my eyes and I felt her hands begin to pull
and push on my asscheeks as she really began to move up and down my shaft.
Her eyes staying locked with mine were driving me closer and closer and
then suddenly I felt my orgasm hit me.

   "Oh, God.  I'm cumming.  Oh, yes, oh, Diane."

   Diane kept her mouth locked over my cock her lips tightly sealing just
under the head.  Her hand was jacking my shaft and yes, her eyes were still
on mine.  I lost eye contact for an instant as I came.  She sucked and
swallowed all I had to give her, never losing a drop.  I had never been
able to cum in a girl's mouth before.

   Afterwards, while the water still ran down my back, she slowly and
carefully licked my shaft and occasionally took me back into her throat.  I
never really got soft this time and pretty soon I was fully hard again.

   "Ok, now it's my turn stud.  Come with me."

   She stood up and taking me by my hand, she walked us over to the toilet.
Pushing me back and down, I was forced to sit on the lid as she moved up
straddling me.  Then, she lowered her pussy down, taking my cock in her
hand and slipped me into her pussy.

   Once she had me in, she let her legs go and fully dropped down on my
lap. Her eyes were on mine again as she stuck out her tongue and began to
lick my lips.  We kissed as she rocked around on my lap.

   As we fucked, I started to get ideas.  Suddenly, I stood up, grabbing
her ass and carried her into the bedroom.  Diane was startled at first but
soon caught on.  I never pulled out of her and with each step she moaned.
Once in the bedroom, I laid her down on my dresser.  My cock was still
buried in her pussy, and as I stood in front of her I took her ankles in
each hand and put them over my head.

   "Yes.  Fuck me Jim.  Take me, I'm yours."

   I spread her as wide as I could without it being uncomfortable for her
and began to drive in and out of her pussy.  She grasped her breasts and
while rubbing and pinching them she was crying out to me to fuck her hard
and fast.

   "More, harder...faster...oh God.  Ummm.  Yessss.  Fuck me Jim.  Harder."

   I rammed into her again and again until I saw her orgasm begin to work
through her body.  Quick as I could, I pulled out and going to my knees, I
stuck my face in her pussy and began to lick and suck on her clit.  I
slipped my fingers into her pussy and ass as her legs went around my
shoulders and she locked them together behind my neck.

   "Unnhhh.  I'm almost there.  Yessss.  Mmmmmmm.  Yes.  I'm cumming!"

   Her orgasm was one long drawn out intense one.  I was happy that my
little idea had driven her up and over like it had.  She lay there, panting
afterward, looking at me.  I smiled and stood up.  Her hands went to my
cock which was still rock hard.  I didn't care.  I was feeling so good at
that moment.

   She was stroking me as she sat up on my dresser.  Then, she slipped off
of it and into my arms.  Her momentum pushed me back and I ended up falling
on the bed.  She followed me laughing and then as she took my cock into her
mouth, she said.

   "I love to watch your eyes when I'm sucking you Jim.  You have very
expressive eyes you know.  I really love it when you get all hot and
bothered just as you realize that I am going to let you shoot into my
mouth."

   Sucking on me while her hands traveled along my body touching here and
there.  I was surprised when she quit all at once.  She stood up and smiled
at me.

   "Time for something new and different Jim.  I have this little streak in
me you see.  Just come with me sweetie.  I promise you it is going to be
quite fun for both of us."

   Taking my cock in her hand, she drug me out into the backyard.  Holding
me still, she faced away from me and bent over my picnic table.  Then,
right out in plain daylight, she pulled my cock up to her and guided me
into her ass.

   I gently began to push in but she was having none of that.  She reached
back and grabbing my hips she pushed back hard and fast so that my cock was
forced into her all at once.  I heard her grunt a bit, then she held me
still.  I waited until she began to push and pull on my hips lightly, then,
dropping her hands to the table, we began to fuck hard, with her setting
the pace.

   Her pace became almost a blur as she rutted with me.  I was standing
there, my mind in a daze.  I was taking her in broad daylight in my
backyard where my neighbors could see us if they just looked over here.  Or
rather, she was taking me.

   She put one foot up on the bench seat, causing her ass to spread a bit
and I could watch my cock going in and out.  I was mesmerized by this,
probably since I had never done this before.  Not outside, not with anyone
else either.

   We fucked, and I mean fucked, until we both came hard.  The whole
mind-boggling thing about the risk of getting caught, or people seeing us
all made it a very good orgasm for me for sure, and I think for her too.

   We collapsed onto my table with me being glad I had overbuilt it.  I had
never thought I would be fucking a girl's ass right there on top of it.  We
rested for a bit then as I got up I saw my neighbor, Kate, staring at us
through her kitchen window.  I wondered if she had seen everything or if
she had just gotten there in time to see us getting up.

   We went inside and showered, this time each to their own.  Afterward,
Diane thanked me for a wonderful night and date, kissing me long and hard.
Then she left to go home.  I sat in my house full of warm and fuzzy
feelings about one hell of a great night of sex with a beautiful and
sexually alive woman.

   Later that day Bill stopped by.  He was hemming and hawing around before
I finally told him to just come out with whatever was bothering him.

   "I guess Kate saw you this morning.  On your deck.  Um . . .  with a
lady friend.  She said that you . . .  that is to say . . .  Kate was just
wondering if . . .  oh hell, this is really none of our business Jim.  Kate
was just curious about your date."

   "Oh, my date?  I had a wonderful date last night Bill.  She was very
exciting and fun to be with.  I found her to be one of the most beautiful
people I have ever dated too.  I could get serious about her that's for
sure."

   "Kate was saying that you looked very serious already.  Um . . .  she
saw you . . .  well . . .  you know, having sex with her."

   "Kate saw everything?"

   "Yeah, well, she said that the lady led you out by your . . .  yes.  She
saw the whole thing.  I'd like to thank you too.  She was so hot to trot,
she practically raped me when I walked in from the store.  I had no idea
what had caused it until just a bit ago when she told me what had gotten
her so worked up.  Thank you Jim.  I really appreciate it a lot."

   I was a bit embarrassed, but happy that Kate and Bill weren't mad at me
or something.  It was kind of funny too.  Diane and I had helped Kate and
Bill's sex life without realizing it.  I almost laughed as I thought of
that.

   Bill went home a bit later, after talking to me about my latest project.
He was liking what I had been doing with the place for sure.  That night I
sat on my deck and waited for Diane to get home.  I had skipped work all
day, and after a brief phone call that morning, Shiana had caught on that I
had company at home.

   Diane got home around seven and I invited her over for a dinner.  I had
prepared it in anticipation that she would be hungry.  We ate and talked
for a bit, then with a nice kiss, she went home.  I was a bit disappointed,
then I realized that she was probably tired.  Her kiss goodnight was
lingering yet almost chaste.

   I got busy again that week and didn't get much of a chance to see Diane
until the weekend.  I had her over for dinner on Friday night.  We talked,
laughed and ate.  After dinner we went out on my deck and sat together.  I
leaned over and kissed her, at first a light kiss, but that soon grew into
a needful kiss.

   Pretty soon we were tearing at each other's cloths as we got hotter and
hotter.  I grabbed her hand and ran for the house.  Once inside the kitchen
door she stopped me and pulled me to her.  Her clothes were in disarray
since I had unbuttoned her blouse almost totally.  My pants were undone and
my shirt open completely.

   "We really need to get together far more often Jim.  I am afraid that
our intensity is too much and one of us may get hurt or something."

   "More often would be nice Diane.  I really would love it anyway."

   "I'm pretty sure that I couldn't get too much of you, that's for sure."

   I had continued to undress her hot body.  As her panties hit the floor
she jumped up on my kitchen counter and spread her legs.  Her hands we were
on my head pulling me down to her soaking wet pussy.

   I grabbed a chair and sat down in front of her wide open legs.  Burying
my face in her pussy, my tongue was searching out her hot spots.  Her feet
locked behind my back and she laid back, still holding my head.  I ate her
out for quite a while.  She came several times.

   "Oh, man, that was great Jim.  You really know how to eat a pussy honey.
Where did you ever learn what you know anyway?"

   "Um...would you believe reading and some practice in times gone by?  I
have always loved to orally please a woman you know.  Never quite gone as
far in it as I have with you though Diane.  You bring out something in me
you know."

   "Oh I do, do I?  What would that be?  What does this little country girl
bring out in the big bad wolf anyway?"

   "Wolf?  Me?"

   "Yes wolf, and yes you.  You have the right touch and the best skills
too.  You're a real wolf in sheep's clothing for sure."

   "Says the beauty who swallowed me whole the other night.  Your oral
talents are damn good too you know.  I'd say that we make a pretty good
pair together wouldn't you?"

   "Ha ha ha, we make something together that's for sure.  More like good
hot sweaty sex, but we do have fun don't we?"

   "So, Little Red Riding Hood...want to go get nasty with the Big Bad
Wolf?"

   "I thought you'd never ask Wolfie."

   "Wolfie?"

   Grabbing my cock in her hand she pulled on me guiding me to the bedroom.
Looking over her shoulder she smiled at me, then let her eyes smoothly run
down to my cock and then slowly back up to look back into my eyes.

   "Hmmmm.  Perhaps Wolfie isn't the right name.  Maybe I should be calling
you...let me see now...long, hard, horny,...hmmmmm...more like...Bull. 
Yeah, your horn is quite long and quite hard.  It isn't shiny yet, but I
have a way to fix that pronto."

   "Bull?  Hmmmm...well if you are calling names little...Heifer...then I
can too."

   "Ha hah hah...Heifer.  Ok, ok, lets just get to the serious stuff for
the moment shall we?"

   She had gotten me all the way to my bedroom and now shoved me onto my
bed.  Her breasts bounced all around as she jumped on top of me and then
hugging me close, began to kiss me all over my face, then down, down, and
still down, until my nipples, belly, and upper thighs had a shiny wet trail
from her tongue and lips.

   "I need to take care of this horn, I can see."

   As she said that her mouth opened wide and she just plunged her head
down, swallowing my cock fully in one long stroke.  Her lips bruised
themselves on my pubic mound as she clamped me tightly with her lips then
began to pull off slowly.

   The suddenness of her...attack...just blew my mind.  I had never seen or
had a woman take me like that.  So fast my head spun.  Just like she had
been sucking me for quite some time and had gotten used to it finally. 
Only, she obviously didn't need any warm up time to do this trick.  As her
mouth pleasured me, her hands moved up my body and soon her fingers were
massaging my nipples as she continued to amaze me.  I felt something on my
balls, and it took me a while to figure out that it was her tongue.

   How she managed to get her tongue out to caress my balls while having my
cock fully in her mouth I didn't know, but I knew that I loved it very,
very, much.  It was like little feathery caresses that matched what her
lips were doing to my shaft.

   After a quite a while of her oral talents I was getting very close to my
orgasm.  I watched her as she looked into my eyes, her mouth and tongue
never missing a stroke.  When she evidently saw that I was getting as close
as I was she suddenly stopped and moved to straddle my body.

   I could feel the heat from her pussy wafting over me as she positioned
herself on my hard shaft.  I felt the head of my cock just start to enter
her tight wetness, as she stopped all motion.  Looking down into my eyes
she gave me a far and away look of need.

   I rolled my hips upwards, trying to push my cock into her more, but she
just move up with me, and I stayed right where she wanted me to be.  I
relaxed back and accepted the fact that she was in control of this for the
time being.

   Her hips began to move back and forth in little motions, my cock
levering with her.  It felt strange since only the head of it was just
inside her pussy lips.  It caused me to throb in anticipation of what was
sure to follow.

   Just when I was getting into her little play actions, she just dropped
down, taking my whole shaft completely inside her.  I almost came as she
bottomed out on me.  The feelings were intense and sharp.

   She held still, fully enveloping my shaft now, and then started those
back and forth motions again.  This time the feelings were more intense and
I knew that I wasn't going to last long at this rate.  She watched my eyes
still, and I could see that she was looking for my approaching orgasm.

   She was definitely in control of this session by now.  I was willing to
let her be in charge too, since everything she had done so far was very
pleasurable for me.  She pulled up off me until I was just inside her lips
again and did the motion thing.

   She continued to do this for quite some time.  When she saw that I was
getting close to cumming she would stop and hold very still, waiting until
I calmed down again to begin all over.  We kept this up for what seemed
like an hour, but was really probably only ten minutes.  Then she looked at
me and smiled.

   "Time to cum Jim.  I want my bull to shoot his juice deep into his
heifer's pussy.  Right...about...NOW."

   With those words and shouting `now' as she finished, she dropped down
onto me and began to go wild on my cock.  She was almost jumping up and
down on me as she fucked both of us hard, fast and wantonly as she could. I
started to cum on the third stroke and as she bottomed out on my cock, I
felt my balls let loose with my load.  She rode me for a bit more then she
started to cum too.

   "Oh yeah baby.  Yeah.  I'm cumming now.  Ummmmm...your shaft feels so
damn good in me right now.  Mmmmm...yes...I'm
cumming...oh...uhhh...yesssss."

   A deep red flush began to cross her upper chest and shoulder as she came
on my shaft.  I had begun to lick and suck on her nipples as she came and
she fell forward onto my chest, my lips still holding her nipples tightly
between them.

   Her moans in my ears made my cock throb too.  Even though I had just
cum, I realized that my cock was still hard and not going soft yet.  I was
amazed at that little feat.  Diane laid on me, hugging me close, my shaft
still in her hot wet pussy.

   After a bit I felt her move and her hips began to roll again.  She was
fucking me almost immediately after cumming so hard.  I was surprised that
I was still able to give her a hard shaft to play with still.

   We rocked together for over a half-an-hour before we came together in a
nice and almost quiet mutual orgasm.  I held her after that and we both
fell asleep.  I was so happy and so satisfied for the first time in my
life.

   The next morning I woke up to soft lips around my cock.  Diane was busy
getting me ready for some more.  I placed my hands on her head while she
began to take me in and out.  Her talented tongue and lips were bringing me
close in record time, and before I knew it, I was shooting off into her
mouth.

   She took it all, swallowing and sucking me as sh looked up into my eyes.
I could see something there, her eyes giving me an intimate look into her
soul.  Afterwards, I returned the favor, and then we both showered.

   Leaving me to go home, I felt a sense of loss.  She had affected me in
ways that no other woman ever had.  I knew at that point, that I was
falling in love with this Goddess.  I moped around the rest of that
morning, wanting to just go be with my new found lover.

   That afternoon Diane called me up.

   "Jim, I think we need to talk a bit.  I have some things I need to tell
you and I don't want `us' to go any farther until you know more about me.
Could we go out for coffee somewhere in a bit?"

   "How about my place?"

   "No...I think for what I have to tell you we need to be in a more public
place.  Maybe, depending on how that all goes, we can go to your place
later.  Okay?"

   I was mystified, curious, and worried.  It sounded like she had
something to tell me that she was afraid I wouldn't handle well. 
Considering my feelings for her had already gone into early love mode...I
wasn't so sure I wanted to hear what she had to tell me.  Especially if it
were to cause a change I couldn't handle in my life.

   "Well...okay.  Uh...Diane...why so serious?  I mean...what you have to
tell me...is it about me?"

   "Oh...no.  It is about me Jim...what I...do.  Can it wait until we are
having coffee please?"

   "Yeah.  About two then?"

   "Yes.  Two will be great.  I want you to know that I'm setting this up
so that you know what you are or could be getting into.  It's for the best.
I have found myself developing feelings for you...feelings that I can't
deny.  I...I don't want to screw up what we have, but at the same time, I
don't want to lead you on if you couldn't handle what I have to tell you."

   After she hung up, her words hung in my mind.  I was at a loss as to
what she had to tell me and why it would effect `us'.  Two o'clock couldn't
seem to come fast enough.  I met her out front of the place we had decided
on.

   Hugging her, I gave her a kiss on her cheek, since she turned her head
slightly as I tried to land it on her lips.  I knew that whatever she had
to tell me was not going to be easy for her at that point.  She had a
haunted look to her eyes, even though she smiled at me with that same
intensity I had first noticed in her.

   Over coffee my impressions of how serious she had gotten became clear.
Her first words were quite revealing to me and as she went on I knew that
she must have had a hard time deciding to do this as she was.  She was
taking that chance that some lovers take...going out on that proverbial
limb.

   "Well...I can see that you're worried.  I hope that what I tell you next
doesn't change your feelings towards me, but I will understand if you
change your mind about me too."

   "Diane...how I feel about you...I don't see that changing now, or ever."

   "No...just wait Jim.  What I have to tell you...it's going to probably
shock you."

   We both stared at each other for a bit...not saying a word.  I knew at
that moment deep inside I was afraid of what she had to tell me.  At the
same time I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her tight, never letting
her go.  It was too late for me...I was already in love with her.  No
matter what she told me now...it was too late.  I loved her.

   "I told you when we first met that I was in the entertainment business.
That was not a lie.  It didn't quite tell you what I did do, but it is what
goes on my tax forms each year.  I don't know how to tell you any other way
but this.  I...Jim...I'm a...dancer...exotic dancer.  You know...I
strip...in clubs and at private parties."

   I was stunned.  Of all the things I would have expected her to tell me
this was not one of them.  I sat there not saying a word just staring at
Diane.  She began to look upset and soon I saw tears welling up in her
eyes.

   Just as she started to jump up I reached out and touched her arm. 
Holding her gently I managed to keep her sitting down in front of me.

   "Oh...wow."

   "You hate me."

   "No...not at all.  It's just that this is all so...well...out of the
blue.  I never had an idea and then..."

   "It's not like I'm a slut or anything Jim.  I dance.  That's all.  Of
course at times some men get a bit touchy feely, but I just dance.  I'm not
a whore or prostitute.  That's why I live in the neighborhood I do instead
of where most of the girls live.  Not to say that they are either, its just
that some of them...well...it is an associated type of work to stripping at
times."

   "I don't know what to say Diane.  This isn't what I expected you to tell
me and I don't know what I..."

   "I've had this problem before.  Meet a nice guy, get to know him, and
the minute I tell them what I do...gone.  Like the wind."

   "I'm not leaving Diane.  Well, not yet anyway.  I had no idea what you
did.  I don't know why I never thought about it before...I mean...in some
ways it makes a kind of sense.  But...wow."

   "You are quite different than the other men I have told this to.  So far
anyway.  Usually by this time in the conversation I'm alone and they're
history."

   "Well, to be quite honest, I'd come to the conclusion this morning that
I had feelings for you.  Strong feelings.  I knew what you had to tell me
was going to be hard for you...I just didn't know this is what it was going
to be."

   "Well, now you know.  I am a stripper.  I strip off my clothes in front
of men, usually a lot of men, and they pay me tips to do it.  I also do lap
dances...just so you know...I'm a real stripper.  All that entails...except
for the sex for money part.  I don't do that.  Anymore.  I did do that at
one time, but I quit because I was afraid that I'd catch something that
might kill me eventually.  I never really did that very much to begin with
anyway."

   I was stunned.  She had been a pro then.  She had quit...she still
danced...it was a lot for me to get my head around in such a short time.

   "Okay.  So...just asking here...but if we continue to see each
other...would you...you know...continue to strip?"

   "Well, what else could I do Jim?  It's how I make my living.  It's not
like I have a skill or degree and can go out and find another job just like
that."

   "I didn't mean to sound..."

   "Look, I know that what I do isn't exactly acceptable for a girlfriend
or wife.  It is what I do though.  I can't just quit at this time, although
I have been going to school here and there, I am a long way from having a
degree in anything."

   Her voice had risen, a bit of fear coming through.  She was afraid that
I would still walk on her, and I could tell that she had feelings for me,
possibly more than I had thought.

   "Calm down a bit here Diane.  First of all...I'm not running away. 
Don't get too defensive.  I didn't mean to sound like I was telling you
that you had to quit stripping.  I just was...well...I mean I was wanting
to know..." The sigh escaped me.  "What is it that you want out of life
Diane?  Do you plan on staying a stripper for a long time?"

   "I didn't start out to be a stripper Jim.  I was in college, and ran out
of money.  I applied for a job at a club when I heard how much a dancer
could make.  At first it paid my way in school, but soon doing school and
stripping became too hard.  The little I turned tricks taught me that if I
continued doing that, I'd be out of school in no time too.  I quit turning
tricks and then I decided to go to school part time and that being able to
eat and have a roof over my head was better than starving in the streets. I
soon learned how to invest some money I made, and I learned also how to
keep it just to the dancing.  I have made a good living so far, the school
just kind of slipped away at some point."

   "Okay.  But where do you see yourself in five years or ten?"

   "Well, I always wanted to get married and have kids someday.  I also
wanted to work in a business where I could help people too.  I just got
caught up in...life.  Then I met you.  I...I think...that...Oh God Jim, I
think I'm in love with you.  That's why this all hurts so much.  I make my
living dancing in strip clubs, doing private parties and lap dances...and I
can't just walk away without something better to go to."

   "Love me?  Oh...man...you love me?"

   "Yes.  I do.  I love you Jim.  Way too much.  I'm so afraid that I'm
going to lose you now.  But I had to tell you.  You had a right to know
about me."

   "Okay, we know several things now then.  One, you love me.  Two, I love
you too.  Three, that you..."

   "You love me too?  Really?  You love me?  Even after I told you what I
do for a living, you still love me?"

   "Yes.  I think I fell in love with you that first day I saw you at your
swimming pool.  Then, after our first date...the barbeque...I was falling
for sure.  Yesterday I knew it for certain.  Even after the phone call this
morning, I was sure.  I love you Diane.  I really do."

   Tears were falling down her cheeks.  Her hands were now gripping mine
tightly as she just wept.  I looked into her eyes and saw all the love and
caring there that I needed to see.  We would work through this, I knew it.
I could accept her dancing, and maybe, sooner than later, I could convince
her to go back to school, or perhaps find other work...maybe even for me,
if she was interested.  Her past...well I wasn't a virgin when we met
either.

   "Then what do we do now?  Can you handle being in love with a stripper?"

   "Exotic dancer aren't you?  Look, I'm taking you at your word...you only
dance and strip.  I see nothing wrong with that.  However, at some point it
could cause problems for my business.  I love you enough to know that I
couldn't ask you to quit something that you like to do...so I'm asking
you...do you love dancing?"

   "Not really love as much as like.  It pays my bills and keeps me in a
style I've become accustomed to.  Sometimes some of the men pawing at
me...the looks too gets to be a bit much.  The talk and innuendo I don't
mind but...I'd really rather be doing something that didn't require
possible contact, but what else could I do that would pay so well?"

   "Diane, I'm not going to ask you to quit.  That is a decision that is up
to you.  I want you to do what makes you happy.  I'll not draw any lines
and require you to follow them.  No hoops, no hurdles.  Honestly, I love
you as you are."

   "I know that I couldn't let your clients find out though Jim.  It would
cost you business.  That much is a simple fact.  It could also lead to
problems elsewhere too.  I'm sorry.  I should have told you a long time
ago."

   "Look, I could use someone with some real street smarts and intelligence
in my business.  I know that it is usually not a good idea to work for
friends or relatives...but maybe I could hire you to work for the
business...and that way you'd have a job that paid pretty well and the
issue wouldn't even occur."

   "How about you give me a reference to another company, somewhere where I
could prove myself?  Then you won't have any potential problems if things
for us went bad.  If you wanted to that is."

   "We'll get through this one way or the other Diane.  All I know for sure
at this moment is that I love you enough to know I don't want to lose you.
For now lets just play it by ear and let it sort itself out.  Fair enough?"

   "Yes.  That's fair.  I...I'm ashamed that I never told you before...what
I did I mean."

   "You had no way of knowing how I'd react, Diane.  I can't blame you
either.  I'm sure with you having a home in our neighborhood you couldn't
afford to let the others know for fear that they'd drive you out too.  I
wouldn't have, nor some of my neighbors, but you never know.  Lets go get
something to eat.  My treat?"

   "I'd love to Jim.  Very much."

   We ate and then I found myself at Diane's house in her bedroom for the
first time.  I was impressed with her taste in decorations.  Simple yet
stated.  Quite impressive.  It had to have been to capture my attention. 
We romped all night in her bed...fucking and making love.  It was different
now.  We knew that we loved each other and had declared our love to each
other too.

   I spent a lot of time just looking into her eyes, learning what they
looked like, never wanting to forget the moments we shared.  The next
morning I went home and cleaned up.  I thought about where we were heading
together, and knew that at some point I'd have to decide if Diane was the
one.  At the moment I was sure of it, yet I held back.

   A few days went by with Diane and I seeing each other every night.  Then
on Friday night she asked me if I wanted to go see her work.  I was not
sure how I'd handle it, and told her so.

   "Jim, I've been thinking, would you want to come see me at work?  I
mean, you would see me in action...so to speak, and maybe get a handle on
how I earn my living."

   "Oh Diane, I want to see you dancing that's for sure, but I'm not sure
about watching you do lap dances for some other guys.  I...I'm not sure how
I'll handle seeing you actually doing that with someone else."

   "I could dance for you especially here and give you kind of an idea.  I
just thought that you were curious how I do it in front of other men.  I
know that you and I are heading into a serious relationship...I just want
you to know what I deal with and how I handle...other men."

   "What if I get so jealous that I get into a fight?  I don't want you to
get fired nor do I want to go to jail either."

   "One of the bouncers dates a dancer.  They've been pretty serious for
over a year.  Maybe I could get you to be with him while I dance and he
could talk to you about how he feels and thinks while his girlfriend is
dancing too.  He'd keep you from getting into trouble I think...and then
you'd have a first hand look at me at work.  I want you to see me because I
want you to understand that I don't accept `dates' with anyone at the club,
nor do I prostitute myself out."

   "Well...I would or at least I think I would love to see you in
action...so go ahead and talk to the bouncer and set me up I guess.  I want
you to know that I may have a hard time with it...but I won't hate you."

   Prophetic last words there let me tell you.  I assumed that Diane would
dance and I'd get turned on watching her...the other men being there and
seeing her like that bothered me, but I thought I'd be able to handle it
all right.

   The arrangements were made and I showed up at the club where Diane
worked a bit ahead of time.  I was nervous, and as I waited for her to come
on, the bouncer and I talked about him and his girlfriend.

   "So, you're Diane's man.  Good to meet you."

   Shaking his hand I discovered that he had one strong grip.  He didn't do
the `macho' type handshake, it was a naturally strong grip.  I could see
his muscles were huge and he looked like a tough person that was capable of
handling most situations.

   "Yeah.  I'm not sure how this will all turn out...I'm a bit nervous
about watching her in front of so many men."

   "Yeah, it is a rush the first few times.  You know, if you can trust and
love your lady enough though, it enhances things a lot too.  I know that
Diane is a straight dancer here.  Her and Sue, my girlfriend are about the
only ones that don't offer special `services' on the side.  She's
definitely a keeper."

   "I love her and I hope I'll be able to handle all of this tonight.  Like
I said, I'm nervous how this will all end up."

   "I'll be here to watch your back and to make sure you don't mess up
either.  It's my normal night off, but Diane and Sue convinced me to come
in and visit with you."

   The way he said `visit' told me volumes.  He was here on his own time to
make sure I didn't embarrass Diane or end up in a fight.  Diane and Sue
must have been pretty close friends in order to get him to do this like he
was.

   "So, how do you feel when you watch...Sue...when she's dancing?"

   "At first it really bothered me.  I mean, all those guys trying to grab
a feel and propositioning her all the time.  After a while the club owner
managed to convince me that Sue was an up front dancer, not a whore.  I did
have some issues for a while though.  You being here like this will go a
long ways to helping you understand and maybe accept how Diane earns her
keep.  I do know that she has never done anything but dance since she's
worked here.  Lap dance and straight out stripping routines.  No funny
stuff for her that is certain.  Not that some guys haven't tried their
hardest to get into her panties."

   "Do guys do that with Sue?"

   "Oh yeah.  Now I know that it is a kind of a benefit.  I mean, It
reminds me that there are a lot of guys out there that want what I have.  I
think it helps me to appreciate Sue a lot more.  Besides, Sue handles
herself quite well.  She can get them worked up and still keep them off
her. It's a technique that most dancers learn well."

   The DJ was announcing Diane's turn next.  She used the stage name `Star'
and when she came out I could see why.  She looked different.  A lot
different.  I had to look twice to see that it was indeed her.

   She was wearing a glittery and skimpy dress.  It was low cut in front
with a deep plunge in front and back, and the sides were slit up above her
hips.  I could see she was wearing a G-string, and some kind of a bra, but
the bra was almost invisible.  Flesh toned I thought.

   Dancing to what sounded like ZZ Top, she moved like someone that could
make a blind man hard.  Her body was glistening, like it had been lightly
oiled up too.  Under the lights the different colors that were shining on
her made her look different with each color change.

   I watched as most of the crowd moved in closer to the stage.  Men were
leaning in as far as they could trying to get a good place and view.  It
was obvious that Diane was one of the more popular dancers.

   Otis, the bouncer leaned in and shouted over the loud music;

   "She's one of the hotties.  All the men drool over her.  You'll see what
I mean in a minute.  Diane gets great tips.  I think that a lot of the men
here tip her well in hopes that one day she'll take them up on their more
base offers for a good time off premises."

   I felt a bit hot and a bit jealous watching as the person I had fallen
in love with taking off her clothes in front of a crowd of men.  She moved
with the music and her legs were snapping up and down in time to the music.

   She danced over to the pole and spun around it, and moved her butt in
such a way that I wanted to grab her and fuck her right there.  If I was
this turned on and hadn't seen any titties or ass yet, how were these other
men feeling?

   Her dress was coming off now, and the men were throwing money on the
stage at her.  Her muscles were taught and I couldn't get over how hot she
looked.  I had to remember that this was Diane, and I had been having a
relationship with her for a while now.

   Her nude colored bra had two purple cups that covered her breasts
perfectly.  When she stealthily slipped it off the hollering and shouting
got louder.  These guys were hot to touch her.  Suddenly one of the men
down in front moved way out and managed to grab her leg.  Diane just danced
away, and a bouncer was right there having a discussion with the offender.
He managed to not get kicked out...but it was close.

   Diane now was slipping her G-string down her legs as she laid on the
stage on her back.  Sideways as she was I could only feel lust inside me.
All the men were praising her loudly, throwing even more money at her.

   She got her G-string off and then spread her legs wide.  Real wide. 
Once they were about as far as she could get them, she spun around facing
the men in front of the stage.  The howls and drooling went full bore.  I
could see her pussy, all shaved and wet looking.

   She allowed men to stuff money in her spike heels, and garter on her
lower leg.  She moved around the stage spreading her legs and giving all
the men a good look at the most private part of her.  Watching the men I
started to feel a serious jealous feeling creeping up inside me.  Otis must
have noticed it because he moved closer and started talking to me as best
he could over the noise.

   "You're feeling a bit jealous.  It happens.  It happened to me for a
while at first too.  Look, all those men down there...they all want what
they can't have.  Diane only wants one man, and that man is you.  All those
guys will ever get is what they are now...a look see.  Maybe a few lucky
one's will get to touch her leg or thigh as they stuff money in her garter.
You...you get the full real deal.  Diane only has eyes for you."

   As he told me that I came to an understanding.  I finally noticed that
Diane had been watching me this whole time.  Her eyes were most always on
me.  Maybe she was afraid of how I'd react.  Maybe she was making sure she
saw how I looked so she could tell what would or could happen between us
now.

   Otis talked to me as Diane finished up her set and disappeared back
stage.  He reassured me that he knew Diane was in love with me and had
never touched another man since I had come along.  While she had worked
here she had never been one to go for the extra money that way.  She had
done bachelor parties and the like, but never with any sexual favors during
or after those events.

   Otis also told me how Diane had stressed over how I would react once I
knew what she did for a living.  She was so afraid of losing me she had
even considered quitting dancing.  I bounced some of my worries off of him
and he was also reassuring on those too.  I soon settled in my mind that
what Diane did for a living was not much different than what any dancer
would do.

   In my mind I knew that I was a lucky man.  I had the love and affections
of a very beautiful woman.  She was very good looking as attested to by all
those drooling men down front.  She loved me...I loved her.  I had to trust
her.  Somehow I knew that things would work out for us.

   Over the next months I worked it all out of my system and came to
appreciate Diane's job as a benefit for me too.  I knew that she'd get
worked up thinking about me as she danced, and then when she got home after
work she'd be over at my place waking me up at times to some great sex.

   I would go watch her dance, seeing the men desiring her, and knowing
that I was the one she came home to at the end of the night.  In some ways
it gave me confidence that I had lacked in certain areas.  After all was
said and done, our lives went on quite normally.  Our sex life got super
charged.

   One night, after about eight months of dating, I finally realized I had
to ask her to marry me.  I arranged a date for us and then went in search
of the perfect ring for her.  My intent was to find an engagement ring
myself, then if she wanted, we could go exchange it for one that suited her
taste.

   The diamond solitaire I picked out was perfect in my mind, and when I
paid for it I had a feeling that things were going to get better than they
already were.  Diane, by this time had managed to find a job in a firm near
where my business was located, and she had been learning the ropes there
while still dancing.  She was a hard worker, that was for sure.

   The night of the dinner date I got dressed alone, as she was at her
place dressing.  I think she knew that something was in the wind for
tonight...something very special.  I had tried to down play the whole
dinner date thing, but the place we were going to was a bit upscale from
our usual list of places to go.

   Once at the table and eating I noticed that there was a quite a crowd. I
hadn't figured on other people seeing me on my knee asking her to marry
me...but in some ways it kind of made me proud to be able to share my
longing and love for her...showing her that I could ask her in style.  I
only hoped that she hadn't changed her mind, or worse, would tell me she
had to think about it first.  I was nervous as we ate, and the closer the
time for me to ask her came the more nervous I got.

   Finally, dinner done and desert on the way, I decided it was now or
never.  I got up and went around the table to one side of her chair.  She
had turned as I moved, a curious look with a smile on her face.  As I knelt
I heard the room go quiet.  It was obvious what I was about to do...and the
other patrons were waiting almost breathlessly as I got on one knee.

   "Diane...I've thought about this for a long time now...and knowing that
I love you as much as I do, there is only one thing I need.  One person I
need in my life...the one person I love.  Diane...would you...marry
me...please?"

   You could have heard a pin drop at that point.  Diane had tears in her
eyes, and as I knelt there in the middle of the room, she just smiled and
nodded...too choked up to talk at that moment.  I, being a bit devious at
that moment, stayed on my knee, digging around for the box with the ring in
it...then handing it out...waited.

   Her hands took mine, and as I pressed the ring box into her hands she
finally managed to get out a simple, yet all encompassing word...one that I
would take to my grave and never forget...ever.

   "Yes." Clapping started all over the place, and people were cheering. 
The couple at the table next to where I was kneeling were talking to
us...congratulating both of us.  The waiter brought out a bottle of the
house champagne compliments of the house.

   Diane threw her arms around me, hugging me tight.  We kissed...lightly
as we were in a very public spot...what with all the people around...and as
I watched, she placed that ring on her finger.  I had been right...it fit
her perfectly.  Tears streaming down her face, she hugged me again, then I
got up and sat back down in my seat.

   "Yes...I'll marry you...Oh...yes.  When you went to your knee...  I
knew...I just knew."

   "You didn't catch on when I mentioned where we were going on our date?"

   "I had an idea it was an important date...I never thought you were going
to ask me to marry you here though.  Actually, I figured you were going to
ask me to move in with you."

   "Oh?  If I had what would your answer have been?"

   "Yes.  I had thought it out while we drove here...I was prepared to say
yes.  Then you got up and went around and knelt...I was thinking `Oh My
God...He's going to ask me to marry him!' and then you did.  You've made me
the most happy woman on the face of the planet...honestly...the absolute
happiest in the world."

   "Well then, soon to be Mrs.  Anderson...Mrs.  Diane
Anderson...hmmm...has a certain ring to it doesn't it?  Shall we have our
dessert?"

   "Yes...Mr.  Anderson...my husband to be...Oh God...I can't believe
it...you actually asked me on one knee...a girls dream come true.  I love
you so much Jim...I really do."

   "I know...just as I love you too Diane."

   I'd like to say that the ensuing years have been without problems...but
like any married couple we have had a few small arguments...nothing
major...and usually we have them all settled and made up before bed time.

   Diane just did quit dancing last year...and having been married three
years now...I found out that having a wife that is, or rather was, a
stripper has some benefits.  Now all her dancing is for me...and I make
sure that I get her costumes (not that she needs them by the way) as often
as I can.

   She sold her house to a young couple and moved in with me.  Together we
have built our business up even more, and I have found her to be most
helpful running the office.  She is a natural hard worker, and very
intelligent too.  We have plans to add to our family starting next year
too. I'm wanting a boy...she's wanting a girl.  Wonder who's going to `win'
that one?

   If you'll excuse me now...  I hear some ZZ Top playing in the
bedroom...it seems that my private dancer is getting ready for a special
dance for me.  I never have, nor will I ever even think of passing up one
of those from my wife.  Life is good.