A Page From A Charmed Life I lead what many would call a charmed life, as it doesn't seem that I have an outward visible means of supporting myself. However the fact I don't leave the house each morning in a suit in a tie with a briefcase in hand does not mean that I don't have a job. I am a writer and columnist who has managed to stay somewhat anonymous. I'm syndicated in 38 papers across the US and Canada under an assumed name, IE: different than the one that appears on my mailbox or drivers license. I have written two novels under my known name and use this as the excuse as to why I am not a common worker bee, even though I live in a very middle class neighborhood. While most of my neighbors are aware of the novels I have written and think I spend my time glued to a keyboard pounding out pages of my next tome, lately for the most part I am writing my human interest / satire column on the boring proceedings of middle class life in general that many find interesting enough to comment on. My "fan/hate mail" goes to my agent and I see transcripts of the bulk of it, but care little of what people think, as long as they take the time to read and comment. I've done a few phone interviews to satisfy requests for personal appearances and the like, but overall I like being anonymous and it makes my friends my "real" friends. I am no rich man, but do OK. If anyone thinks a columnist makes bushels of money for each paper he appears in, you are sadly mistaken. If I were to live on the profits from my novels, OR my syndicated musings alone, the middle class would be out of my reach. That will probably change when my third novel hits the shelves. Those who have read the first two are looking forward to the next entry in the series and that buzz will reignite sales on the first two. While I haven't pressed it, my agent is "negotiating" with a writer to prepare a screenplay for my approval for a movie deal. But that is years away, I suspect. I enjoy my simple life alone as a bachelor. I date here and there and have had nothing serious for quite some time. I know of a few women I date who would like to "catch" me, but as of now I enjoy the life I have. So that's about all I can say about me. I sometimes get an idea block and when I do, I like to ramble on paper writing about what happens in my life. I find that when I read it back I see all the ideas I missed and then I'm on my way to the next column, or the next chapter in whatever novel I'm writing. But when I wrote about this personal life experience I found myself to be titillated and I wanted to share it, hoping it plucks the same strings in your libido as it does mine. Without much urging, I could spend 5 or 6 days a week in my home either at my keyboards in front of a desktop or laptop, asleep, eating, and nothing else. I can absorb myself THAT much in my writing. But I also realize this is bad for my health, both mental and physical. I force myself to shower, shave, and take care of myself (brushing teeth, taking nourishment, etc) I make sure I get out and the one thing I love to do is shop for my next day meal. I thumb through my newspaper and magazines to clip coupons and make it feel like a game. Once I get out I might see a new store, a new restaurant, or fast food joint, and I'm sure to stop. Always cultivating ideas, but grocery stores are perhaps my favorite. I'm always able to inter mingle with people and watch life unfold at the market, a place we all have to visit to survive. While shopping I always admire women. They don't have to be raving beauties for me to find a redeeming good quality in a woman in my eyes. I might utter things under my breath as I approach or pass by a woman. It might be "nice rack", "great ass", "round in the right places", or "nice mouth". They're all sexist and I would NEVER say them aloud, and they're all for my own benefit. Despite my comments to myself, I do respect women and don't think they are here for my own gratification. I do believe we are BOTH here for EACH OTHERS gratification though. A couple of Monday's ago I went into the local PriceCutter market and upon walking in I looked up the produce aisle I saw a sexy brunette reaching up to the top row to get something from the organic line. She had a nice shape overall, a little chunky but once her arms came down from her reach I immediately said under my breath, "nice tits honey!" They were big round and full and I knew right away I wanted to see her turn and walk away, but not until I forced myself to walk by her to see her face closely. As I did so my libido approved whole-heartedly that she was a good looking and classy woman. I dropped my eyes to the handle on the cart she was pushing and saw no ring on her left hand, but there definitely had been one there for a long time. I took this in and for my own purposes, I was done with her. I came, I saw, I admired, and I was off to see my next. I stopped to pick a bag of shredded lettuce (how lazy can I get) and turned to see her walking out of the aisle and turn to the rest of the store. Once again, I confirmed, she had a nice shape, a round butt certainly not intended to be overstated by excessively tight pants or gaudy colors, but still, the shorts were short. I got my lettuce and stopped to get a cauliflower and walked up the aisle and turned to the rest of the store. The first aisle was first aid, drugs, aspirin, feminine napkins, etc. I glanced down that aisle as I passed and she was there, looking right at me and smiling. I nervously sort of nodded my head and went about my business in the store. After picking up the 4 things on my list I had coupons for I went to the dairy aisle to get eggs (I eat eggs everyday). I picked up the box and turned to the register stands and there she was again, and once again she met my eyes and smiled. Was it an intentional flirt, was she just REALLY friendly, or did she think I was someone else? In any event, I just nodded and went to the self check-out and was out of the store. Tuesday morning I got up and went right to the keyboard and in 90 minutes I had my weekly column done and sent to my proofreader who would proof and submit it back to me before I sent it to my agent for submission. I checked notes I had for the espionage novel I had started, but was not convinced of full plot yet, and decided I felt gritty so at 11:30 I finally showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I hadn't had breakfast or coffee yet so I dressed and went to a local little breakfast and lunch diner and got a coffee and hamburger with an egg on it. (don't knock it until you try it) Sitting at the counter I looked in the mirror and saw the same brunette sitting at a table behind me. She was getting up and leaving a few dollars on the table beside a small plate and empty coffee cup. She seemed to walk out without noticing me, but with my eyes following the sway of her ass she looked up quickly to catch my glance and although she didn't directly smile at me, she smiled to herself. (I thinking she was saying "I still got it!") We both may have been thinking "coincidence" since my stopping at this little place a so random, I hadn't been there in weeks. After my breakfast I headed to the other side of town to a new market that had just opened, Wholly Foods. I got one of the small carts and decided to graze a bit to go along with my grand opening coupons. As I walk in I pass people who just checked out. I hear a chuckle and I look up to see HER, giving me a cute smile as she pushed out a cart full of organic treasures. This, like my last encounter was fleeting and coincidental. But I have to tell you, she was getting into my head as she had no way of knowing where I was going. I don't Twitter or Facebook , so it's not like I'm leaving a trail. Wednesday I stay home all day. I wrote a couple chapters and add another page to this journal to re-read Thursday. Thursday morning I get my paper and I see the Hungerford store has 4 pound and above lobsters on sale that day and that day only. If I get one of those and make a Cole slaw, (mine is better than any you might buy) and pick up a corn muffin mix, I have dinner. I leave to get there early before they sell out (they always do with this sale) and I'm in line at the lobster tank, 3 deep. I get to point out the one I want and the clerk bags it for me and I turn . . . you guessed it. There she is! She just smiles THAT smile again and I nod and I'm really kind of freaking out at this point. I mean, this woman is NOT spectacular. She 30-35, about 5'4" and is probably 10-15 pounds over the height-weight scale posted at the doctor's office. But she is wearing the extra pounds quite well, and we all know those height/weight parameters are always unreasonable. Not fat, not rail thin, nice face, rosy cheeks and real friendly brown eyes to go with her brown to auburn hair, easily classified as brunette. However, the whole package is really quite fine. From the first time I saw her I figured her to be a bit shy, but a tiger in bed, but I like to think EVERY woman is that way, and usually if you pluck the right strings, they are. But she is causing me to obsess on her, maybe all just because of the seemingly receptive smile she flashes at me. I walked up about 3 aisles and looked back to be sure she wasn't looking my way as to see where I went. I walked all the way down the dog food, cleaner aisle and went up two more aisles to the baking aisle to get Corn bread mix. I'm reading the mix boxes, I want the one you add eggs and oil to, they don't dry up. I just decide the one I want and I get a tap on the shoulder and you know who it is and in unison we ask each other, "Are you flirting with me, or just following me?" We both broke down laughing and finally composed ourselves for me to ask. "I might swear you think I'm someone else because if I knew you, I would certainly remember you. You always smile like I'm an old friend." "Well, I guess I'm flattered that you would "certainly remember me", I guess." She started to say before I added. "Trust me, as pretty as your smile is, I haven't been able to get it out of my head as it is." She blushed deeply and said, "You just have a friendly face and I knew you ogled me. At over 30 to be looked at like that makes me feel great. Umm, my name is Natalie." "Oh, I'm Keegan. Call me Key." "Like the writer, Keegan Holt, that's an interesting name." She said smiling that smile and nodding. "Yes, just like the writer." I said with a straight face. I wasn't sure if I was happier she had spoken to me, or that she had heard of me and maybe read one of my novels, all the while not admitting to being him. "OK, I AM flirting now. You have a very nice face, trusting and confident." She said, blushing again. "Maybe we could go out for a drink sometime." I said hopefully. "Sorry, I'm through with men." She said holding up her hand with a faded stripe where a rung once sat. "That says you're through with that man." "No, too many of you lie and cheat. I'm not changing teams, just using men the way they like to use us." She clarified. "I'm open to being used. I have NO strings of any kind and I make a career of not looking too hard for strings." I said with a shit eating grin. "No, sorry, this is too easy for me and for you. Thanks for admiring me; your stares have given me some nice strokes to my ego." "I can't stroke more than your ego?" "That's cute, Key, but . . . . . if you're ever around when I'm in need, I'll come for you." She said as she laughed and walked away down the aisle, happy she had teased and shot me down. She got about 10 feet away and I added, "I know you'll cum, they all do. I work hard at that." If she turned around to react to my double entendre I don't know, I spun and headed the other way. I already hoped I could run into her at some club some night, so I could shoot her down. I finished my shopping and checked out and headed out to my car. When the double doors opened to let me into the outer store, where the carts were, she was there. "OK, you intrigued me. . . . . . Zipless?" She said cryptically referring to Erica Jongs Flying. "Fuck you." I said quietly as I continued out. "That's the idea." She said as the automatic door closed behind me. I looked through the window at her and said clearly so she could easily read my lips, "Suck my dick", and I walked to my car. I said that because I already said "fuck you" and it was a way to say "I've had it with you, I'm done" because I don't play games. She lured me with her smile after she knew I admired her, and then she went out of her way to figuratively kick me in the balls. As I put my bags in my trunk, where it was cooler, she came up to me again. "OK, I'll do that. I deserved to be put in my place for teasing you and then turning you out. But next time I give you the smile, it's on my terms." She said contritely. I looked at her questioningly not understanding WHAT she would do. But then I realized my mouthed words to her through the window. "Right here?" I said nonchalantly like I got blowjobs daily in store parking lots. She nodded and I added, "You would take me up on that? I said it to be hurtful, not as a request." "I know, but I want to show you I'm serious. I would only want you for sex like men who hit on me as if I'm always available to satisfy their needs." She said with a bit of resignation and a pout. "Then you misunderstood my ogling. When I looked at you with my hungry eyes I said to myself, "nice tits, great ass, classy babe" and I intended to bring it no further. YOU gave me the eye and the smile and then either there was a string of coincidences or you follow me every day. Your smile and look I got 3 or 4 days this week told me you wanted me, and then YOU approached ME. I didn't act, you did. Then you took great joy in shooting me down." I quietly explained, not raising my voice to be sure she knew I meant no harm or disrespect to her by my initial actions. "I'm aware of all of that. I fucked up and I would still like to have a nice no guilt, no strings, no questions asked afternoon with you. I'll suck your dick right now to show you I am serious and not the tease you picture in your mind right now. I'm new at this. The fact there's a tan line on my ring finger should tell you that. Don't think it will be a punishment for me, I like giving blowjobs. I'm in a subservient position, but I clearly have all the control. I like that." "Suppose he puts a hand on the back of your head, who's in control then?" I asked, even though I wasn't one of those guys. "With his balls in my hand and the teeth in my mouth, he's taking a chance. But I know you aren't one of those guys. I read personality's pretty well. So, . . . right here in the parking lot or you never have a shot at me." She said flashing that cute smile again. "That's quite an ultimatum. I'll drive to the far corner of the lot. Will you walk, ride, or drive?" "Trying to find my level of trust with you Key? I'll ride. My grocery's are in a cooler in my trunk." I shut my trunk and opened her door and she got in, thanking me as if we were going out on a date or something. I started my car and drove to the exit. "Worried?" I asked, since I didn't drive to the corner of the lot. "No, I think you'll pull into the delivery entrance to get behind the store. Less conspicuous. If you just drove to the far side you might draw attention." She said as she fumbled in her purse and took out lip gloss as she smiled knowing she was right. I did as she predicted and pulled around to the side of the store, just out of the sightline from the parking lot. I pulled straight in to give us cover if there was a security camera on the side of the building. They could guess what was going on, but they wouldn't know. Natalie finished putting on her lip gloss and put it back in her purse and put it on the floor in front of her as I stopped the car angled just enough to see if someone approached from the front, I could see behind us in the mirror and were hidden from a camera. I let the seat back and looked at her. She smiled and acted like she was waiting for me to do something. I smiled back and she began to adjust herself in the seat to lean over. "I haven't done this in a car since the drive-ins in high school. I was very popular." She said with a giggle as she leaned over and took hold of my belt buckle. She worked the buckle open, undid the clasp, and lowered my fly. "No undies, I like that." She said before taking me in her hand and stroking me a few times before licking the tip as if to test for cleanliness. She adjusted her butt in the seat one more time and filled her mouth with everything I had at the moment. I realized how long it had been since I had been with a woman when all that blood rushed to the epicenter so fast. God, she felt good! She went down as far as she could and sucked up like eating a fudgsicle on a hot day. All the way down and then all the way off, her lips compressing to give me maximum pleasure. I groaned in appreciation and reached under her to hold one of her tits. She came up immediately and looked me in the eye. "Please don't. I'm trying to concentrate on you and I don't need anything else to distract me. I'm doing this for you and for me, I'll get my own satisfactions." I quickly pulled my hand away and began to enjoy the bobbing of her head over me. Both of her hands were on my legs and she was all mouth. I have to tell you, it was quite amazing. Most every woman uses her hand at least 50% of the time but she was varying her suction on the down and up strokes and was going to get me fairly quickly. I usually end up having to use my hand to finish with my fellator and she was going to need no such help. I tried to keep my eyes on the lot and the mirror to see behind me, but she was making it hard to concentrate on anything else. I wanted to reach and hold one of her tits again, but I remembered her earlier admonishment, but looking down over her back as she bent over in the seat I saw where her slacks had ridden down and a little blue panty was showing with the very top of her crack visible. Her ass flowered into a wide wonderful set of cheeks that I would have loved to bury my face in. That thought and the urging of her mouth had me on the precipice of my orgasm. "Ohhhh, Natalie! Your talented mouth is going to get a big . . . OHHHHHH!" I started to say when I shot off in her mouth. She seemed not to be surprised and showed no reaction to my cumming in her mouth. She only paused for a moment and I heard her swallow hard two times and then proceed to nurse on me until I was entirely through and beginning to try to back off from her super-sensitive after-teasings. She sat up and went for her purse on the floor and took out a tissue and she wiped her mouth before sitting back up in the seat and tried to catch her breath. "You didn't have to warn me, I knew you were close. I love that moment. I could slice off your balls at that point and you wouldn't care. Imagine how sensitive my clit is and you're as sensitive on the tip and it's thirty times bigger than my clit. Guys are lucky, but I like getting them. Bring me to my car. The next time I flirt I hope you take the bait." She had me so drained I could barely feel my legs as I drove across the lot to her car. I couldn't think of what I wanted to say when she beat me to final words. "You have a nice dick. I hope you know how to use it as well as I do." She said with that cute teasing smile and she got out of the car and walked to hers. It was barely after 1p.m. and I hadn't written a word, but I bought my dinner and had the best blowjob in my memory. (Is there a bad blowjob?) I drove home, put my lobster and groceries away, made a cole slaw and baked my corn bread. I sat at the typewriter about 3 o'clock and fell asleep until almost 7. A charmed life indeed. As I lay in bed that night I couldn't fall asleep thinking about a few things that troubled me. Like, how could such a sweet face and smile be such a naughty lady? Now THAT I know is a silly question to ask because nearly every woman I've been with, from the sweet innocent little 90 pound blond who people mistook for my daughter, to the dark haired librarian type that actually moved in for 7 months a few years ago, has been like a porn star behind closed doors asking for everything from anal sex, bondage, and spanking to threesomes with another man or woman. I know once the sexual juices start flowing that there are no boundaries and I am quite able and willing to accept that because of my own tastes, wants, and needs. I also didn't think this woman, Natalie (if that was her actual name), was exactly a tramp who threw herself at men. I got the impression she just got out of a bad marriage and hadn't been too promiscuous before that. She just seemed too sweet, but she also seemed to want to get back onto the sexual highway and enjoy herself a little without commitments. She was certainly appreciative of the ogling looks I gave her that made her feel like a vibrant woman. What also bothered me was that everything I knew about her could be a lie, and maybe just a lonely housewife looking for a fling. For certain, she wanted a certain anonymity, and so did I. As I finally went to sleep thinking about her, the word I settled on to describe her best was "wholesome". She was the girl in the toothpaste commercial, the chewing gum commercial, or playing tennis in the tampon ad. What sort of man cheats on a woman like that, especially when it's obvious she seems to be a sexual tiger? Her personality was outgoing and peppy, plus she seemed to be a smart woman too. During my morning coffee as I went over in my head my thoughts from the night before, my inner conscience brought forth one major realization. I visually admire scores of women every day and she was the first to actually realize it. I add little side comments under my breath, but usually aloud, all day long as I approach or pass by someone who catches my eye. I might even turn and follow a nice derriere just to see what her front looks like, or the other way around too. But it's never obvious. Actually SHE seemed to be stalking me, but I know there is NO WAY she could know where I might have shown on any day this week. It was apparent that she shopped like me, for a day or so at a time. I never went out for a big grocery order. It was my way to be sure I got out. The weekend came and went and while I didn't get out in my car anywhere, my neighbors kept me busy with a pizza invite on Friday night, a Saturday barbeque to celebrate a birthday, and asked to help chaperone on Sunday afternoon for a minor league baseball game with the little league team my neighbor coached. Obviously I got little writing done, but I got a lot of little observations dictated into my electronic note pad for my weekly column on life in general. By noon on Monday I had my column done and I sent it off to my agent who would submit it for me. I waited for the mailman to come to get my royalty checks from my publisher. My fees for my column were electronically transferred by my agent. I didn't set up direct deposit with the publisher for the express reason to get me out of the house once a week to the bank. I had clipped a couple coupons from Sunday's paper for PriceCutter, one for their ground beef in 5 pound packages that I could portion out and freeze, another for sour cream, so I was off to there after the bank. (I saw ground beef stroganoff in my future, such a gourmand!) While looking to the right size package in the meat department a mousy little blond stood beside me. As she bent over the case her loose fitting top showed lovely sized breasts that wagged unencumbered in her low cut shirt. She obviously had rushed out to shop, her hair looked like she stirred it with a spoon and she wore no make-up to cover a couple blemishes on her cheek. She put one meat package in her cart and I turned to see her skinny ass and noticed a small child in the seat on her cart. The cute little blond headed boy appeared to be around 18 months old. She turned back to get another look at the hamburger as I took the package I wanted and walked past her cart to mine. I did pause to say quietly to the little boy, who obviously would not understand my words, "your mama has nice titties but she should fix herself up before going out." I smiled to myself proudly. I turned down the dairy aisle and saw a shapely, but wide ass bending over the sour cream and cottage cheese cold rack. "Well," I thought to myself, "there's a behind I would mind rippling with my pubic bone." She stood and turned to show me she was an older woman, maybe 55 or 60, but well maintained. As she walked past me I said, again under my breath, "If I were to fuck a senior, you, sweetcheeks, would be high on my list." I headed for the end of the aisle to the checkout when I saw a lovely brunette with a nice ass looking at flowers in the floral dept. She had dark blue shorts that seemed to cover only 3 or 4 inches below her cheeks and a clingy sweater type top. She put her hands on her hips and looked at two possibilities of arrangements, swaying one way, then the other as she pictured them where she might display them. I thought to myself, "come on honey turn around and show me the rest of you." Then as if on command she did turn and BOOM, it was Natalie! She smiled that smile and winked, turning back to her flowers. "I couldn't help but notice you look my way. Can I help you make a choice?" I asked. Natalie blushed and looked startled at first, but then said, "Oh, could you? Which do you think would go against a white wall with burgundy carpeting?" "You", I whispered boldly, "Bent over with your shorts around your ankles." Her blush turned deeper and her arms suddenly had to cross over her breasts holding her hands underneath, almost in her arm pit, I suspect in an effort to avoid doing what she wanted with them, grab her pussy to solve a sudden itch. "Are, . . . are y . .. you going to check out now?" She asked, stuttering nervously as I nodded. "Can I meet you in the cart area?" She asked, happy to give me the upper hand. I realized then she wanted to be picked up and dominated. Not dominated in the sense of being tied or degraded, but dominated as in being subservient to both her and my sexual needs. I really liked this new thing for me because besides a few bar pick-ups, I wasn't exactly a pick-up artist, just not my style. Even here, she TOLD me how to pick her up and she was well aware that if she shot me down I would never give her a second look again. The best thing was, I didn't have to worry about her hounding me, or trying to establish something meaningful, she had no interest in a relationship and neither did I. We both looked for no-strings sexual satisfaction. As I went through the check-out I saw her in a line just a few stalls up from me. She kept nervously looking up at me, but I averted my eyes each time she did. Her order was even smaller than mine and she was out the double doors and sitting where people normally sat waiting for a cab, or for someone to come around with the car. I pushed my cart right up beside her and stood while she sat. She looked straight into my crotch before raising her eyes to me. "Your place?" I asked. "Yes, that could work." "Any husband or children home?" "No, I told you, we split up. He wanted someone younger. My daughter is away at boarding school." "He's a fool." I added before saying, "Any neighbors to worry about?" "No, I just moved in. We sold the house and split everything. No one knows me there yet. I was buying the flowers to start decorating." "Has it been christened yet? Ever been fucked there?" I asked being sure I emphasized "fucked" to make her feel as dirty as I think she wanted to be. She hesitated and before she could scramble I asked, "Who?" "The real estate agent. He was handsome and made a move and I was feeling sorry for myself." "Do you think he'll be back for more?" I asked making sure he didn't think he had laid a claim. "No, before the asshole finished he told me he was married. I kicked him out." She said showing her anger in her face. "Are you feeling sorry for yourself today?" I wondered after her previous statement. "No, I feel empowered over my own body and needs. I want this, to have a man who looks at me like you do and to know he'll take care of what I need and be gone." She said confidently. "How do you know that?" She laughed and said "I can see you're a vagabond, a revolutionary of sorts. With your name Keegan, you remind me of the main character in Keegan Holts spy novels." If egos could have orgasms, mine was shooting streams of cum across my brain at her remarks. My agent was going to hear about this. He's an old friend who has been trying to convince me to put my picture and a short biography on the dust jacket. I like living in somewhat anonymity and keeping my human interest column secluded from my persona. I was afraid to lose that. "Really? I'll have to pick one of them up someday." I said keeping a straight face. "If I ever see you again I'll give you mine after I unpack that stuff. Still a lot of boxes among the new furniture." She said with a smile. "Give me the address; I'll be there in 30 minutes. Do NOT change your clothes. I like you like this." She took her register receipt from the bag and opened her purse to get a pen. She wrote "Bayly Woods Close, #61 and handed it to me saying. "Do you know where that is?" "Up on the knoll, off route 63? All new development?" I asked. She nodded and smiled and again looked right into my zipper line before looking in my eyes. "Kiss it." I said nodding my head down as if to point to my junk. She put on a frightened smile and looked both ways before putting her lips to the flap over the zipper on my shorts and kissing it. She stood up and we both left the store. I made sure I lagged a bit to see her walk away. I said "nice ASS!" under my breath. Now I certainly don't think that I'm the only man who surreptitiously ogles a pretty woman when he's out, or even the first who makes little comments under his breath or to himself. I also know that I'm not the only man who made eye contact with the right woman at the right time for a quick affair. But, this is NOT me! The ogler, yes, the smartass remarker, yes, but not the man confident enough to pick up a woman in a grocery store. I don't even know HOW she saw me and possibly read my lips that first day. But, this was going to happen. Of course, don't believe that I am so naïve to not suspect a ruse by this woman and a possible collaborator. I most always wear cargo shorts in public so I can carry a licensed small handgun, a Ruger LCP Centerfire Pistol. In its holder it's only 5 inches by about 4 and barely an inch thick. It has a 6 round magazine and the lock has to be off to chamber a bullet. In its inconspicuous case, until unbuckled, it appears to be a wallet of sorts. Whether I could draw it fast enough to defend myself against a similarly armed person, I don't know. But it made me feel somewhat safe and protected. I brought my few groceries home and quickly showered (I hadn't since the night before so I thought it gentlemanly). I double checked the piece in my cargo shorts and I was off to meet her. The development where she lived was new, 3 townhouses to a building and as I approached the building where hers, #61, was it was obvious that hers was the only one occupied in that trio and finishing touches to the outside of the building were not completed as of yet. Yes, she had just moved in bringing some credence to her story. I parked at the building before hers, across from the cross street and walked to the back of the townhouses and went to the patio slider of hers. If she were watching for me, I would surely surprise her. With my key ring I rapped on her window 3 times and I saw through that she was waiting on the stairs just inside the door. My knock startled her and she came quickly with a questioning look on her face. "You didn't need to sneak up. I was waiting for you." "I wanted to see what the places looked like and yours was the only one finished so rather than walk back to the front . . . . ." I started to say but she took my arm. "I hadn't expected to meet up so soon after the other day. I kept telling myself I would talk myself out of this. The other day surprised me so much that I spent the day telling myself I had dreamt it. It was the most exciting and sexually liberating thing I have done in my life." She said almost breathlessly. "Show me your place." I said walking ahead of her and went room to room downstairs while she kept apologizing for the fact that it wasn't totally unpacked yet. After appearing to check the closets for space I went to the stairs. "Oh, please don't go upstairs." She said, her lower lip trembling. "Why? What are you hiding?" I said as I began to walk up. "Nothing really, I'm just nervous." She said. "No need to be." I said coolly. What I suppose was her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs. The furniture in there was elegant with a large walk-in closet. Her un-made bed was the probably reason she didn't want me to come up. A vibrator, a plastic penis, and a butt plug were laid out on one side of the king size bed, along with a tube of some sort of gel. "Don't make fun of me." She said almost crying. "Natalie, why would I make fun of you? You're alone and have needs. You don't think you're the only woman who has play time, do you. It's normal and healthy, but you ought to put them away if you expect company." I chuckled. I checked the two other rooms and bath before I headed downstairs. When I got there I told her to sit where she was waiting for me. She sat on the third step and looked toward me standing at the closed front door. "Well, how were you going to greet me?" I said impatiently. She let out a sigh of relief and came to me and kissed my cheek and fell to her knees. She kissed my zipper where she had kissed before and reached for the tab. She pulled it down and locked her eyes with mine and reached inside to fish me out. She kept her eyes on mine and sucked on the head of my penis until it began to really get stiff. I reached for her hands and helped her stand. I took one hand and held it clasped in my left hand, my other arm went around her waist and I walked her to the sofa. She sat in the middle and I knelt in front of her turning her legs sideways so as to make her lie back a bit. I pushed up her pullover shirt and kissed her belly button while my fingers manipulated the snap on her tight shorts I had admired her ass through. I let down the zipper and straddled her, taking a side of her shorts in each hand and lowering them. She wore no panties this day and she was freshly smoothed, obviously from a recent Brazilian. I took them from her feet and knelt between her legs. I grasped her just above the ankles and bent her knees back so she was spread open. "Hold them up." I ordered as she held her knees back with her arms. A drop of her dew expressed from between her lips just below her clit. I lapped that up and we were off to the races. She made no effort to be quiet or dull her sounds of appreciation for the tonguing she was getting. She was as sweet and ripe as I thought she might be. Her ex was a fool to think he could find a real woman like this in the company of a girl. I licked her, I gnawed her lips, I sucked her clit and teased it with the tip of my tongue and when she was breathless and asked for some mercy on her over-sensitive lady parts, I dropped my tongue to her asshole and made her scream once again. After I totally reamed her sweet rear hole until I began to get the bitter taste of inside her bowel, and quickly moved back to her clit and she said, "Please fuck me!" I stood and looked down at her, she now letting her feet rest back to the floor. I was unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my belt when I said to her, "You didn't think I was going to forget the exquisite blowjob from the other day do you? No deed like that goes unrewarded, and your pussy was as sweet as honey, and your asshole tried to suck my tongue in. Ever been fucked there? Don't worry, I have no such intentions, you just seemed very responsive." She fumbled her words, wanting to lie, but she knew I would know. "A couple times, . . .uh . . . 3 times. I only enjoyed it once, the first time." "That time wasn't your husband was it?" I surmised. "No, it wasn't. It was gentle, nice." I was just stepping out of my cargo's when she sat up and sought out the head of my cock with her mouth. She was hungry for me again. Using both her hands and mouth she sucked and stroked me to a full erection before she slowly sat back and spread her legs. "Take out those lovely tits, you shouldn't hide those beauties." I asked as she pushed off her top and undid her simple bra, maybe a sleep bra just to keep them up. I reached down as I straddled her again and filled my hands with their softness and the hard nipples that I rolled between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned and rolled her eyes in appreciation, but I quickly stepped from her. "Turn over." I commanded and she flipped then raised her ass and buried her head in the sofa cushion. I knelt on the sofa and I brought the tip of my dick to her wet pussy lips and plowed through it a couple times being careful not to slip in. After the third time I drew the head through her distended pussy I firmly pushed into her, her head coming up and drawing a deep hard breath. I pushed deep and almost totally withdrew and sunk as deep as I could again. I stayed still for a moment and she seemed to sigh, as if to rest before I began to hammer myself in and out of her. I had no plans to make love to her; I was going to fuck her and hope to leave her sore, but a good sort of sore. I pummeled her hard for a few minutes until I felt my orgasm begin to rise so I stopped and flipped her back and I knelt on the floor and threaded myself into her for a nice slow ride. She trembled and squeezed at me while she massaged her nipples and I felt her cum at least twice. I wasn't sure if she came when I was doggie with her, I was pounding her so hard, but here I felt her trying to grip me and I saw and felt the shudders of her orgasm. When I was ready to cum I extended my arms to her to help her up and took her to the wall where her phone stand was, the place she put the flowers she bought earlier. "I told you what would look nice in front of a white wall with burgundy carpeting, right?" I said hoping to make her smile. She grinned and said, "My shorts aren't around my ankles, I actually thought you were going to rip them down, fuck me and leave." "Not my style." I said as I urged her to turn towards the wall and bend, grabbing the stand before her. She held on like I was going to rail her good, but I wanted a great climax as well. I spread her legs a bit more and found her wetness and shoved home as her head went down, but quickly up to vocalize each stroke. I fucked her with long steady strokes, looking down at the ass I had admired more than once this week. I wet my thumb and rubbed it over and over her asshole as I stroked her, resisting the urge to push it in. I had played enough there today and she was ready for a good finish. She began to hump back as her last orgasm built and I tried to keep steady so as not to lose my mojo. "You've ruined me for all other men." She whispered loudly, a remark I'm sure she had said before, but it was enough to stroke my ego to get my nut. I felt it rising and gripped her ass cheeks tightly and stroked hard emphasizing each push with an "Ugh Ugh Ugh". When it ran up from my balls I pulled from her and shot 2 long streams up her back before I stroked out another one or two blobs between her cheeks. I fell forward on her and kept moving my hips with my dick pressed between us. I was as drained as I had been with the blowjob earlier in the week, but it was the kind of "drained" you enjoy. I finally stopped moving on her and rested until I realized my weight was on her more than she might find comfortable. I stood and she turned and looked at me with that smile that started this whole thing. "I would have eaten that, and I thought I was to." She said as she went to her knees and licked and teased at me, sucking and cleaning what of our union remained on me and what still sat in my urethra. "This was much sexier Natalie. You are one hot fuck. I hope I made you as happy as you made me." "I don't regret a second of it. Come see me anytime." She whimpered. "Somehow, that wouldn't be as sexy as what we had this week. We'll see about another time." I said never believing that what we had in these few days could ever be repeated and that trying to might dull the original memory. I saw Natalie in my grocery trips in the next 8 or 9 days and we simply nodded quiet hello's to each other that I'm sure were followed by an inner smile as to the memory. There were no "I miss you" pangs or foolishness like that. Some day she may be dressed in a way to give me reason to give her "that look" when she might flash "that smile". Right now it's simply a case of "been there, done that" when I see her and it's almost like she "down dresses" as if she's going to see me every time she goes out and doesn't want to seem the siren. I've only seen her in loose fitting tops with longer, loose shorts, but she can't hide that pretty face. That's something I could pick out of a crowd even if she didn't accent the other parts of her body. It had been just over 2 weeks since our "meeting" and I had just shopped the coupon specials on Monday and was walking out of the PriceCutter store and there she was waiting on the bench with Taxi ads. "I knew you would be here today. I did stalk you today, I guess you could say. Can we talk?" She asked sweetly. "Of course. Do you have something on your mind?" I wondered. "When I don't dress sexy, you aren't interested? You barely look at me. Do I have to stick my tits out or frame my ass to get your attention?" She asked quietly. I smiled a little and looked at her a little shocked. "Natalie? I thought we didn't want a relationship, by mutual understanding. I must tell you that when I saw you dressed so conservatively, I took it as a sign you didn't want my attention." "No, it was to see if all you were interested in was T and A, and I was just a whore you fucked." Her words sort of floored me and at first I took them the wrong way, but suddenly I understood her. "Natalie, if you think that I don't respect you as a person or look down on you, you're wrong. I respect and understand what you were to me and what I was to you. You needed something and you saw my interest and wanted to avoid the frills, the dance, and the eventual let down of a relationship. You were happy, I was happy and we walked away with our hearts intact." "It wasn't supposed to be that it might never happen again, right?" She asked. "Do you mean with me, or with someone else?" "Don't be stupid Keegan, you're the only one I can have this sort of relationship with. Everyone else wants to move in or get married, and then there's the ones who cum in you and then give you cab fare home. I thought you were the safe island." She charged. "Well, wasn't I?' I asked. "Yes, but . . . . .aren't you the least bit interested again? You don't look at me like you did before." "When I saw how you dressed I took it as a sign or signal. I know how beautiful you are under those clothes. I didn't want to seem like a dog chasing a bone. I know how I would feel if YOU were calling me or hounding me." I explained. "OK, you've made me feel better, given me back my confidence a little." She said relieved. "God, put yourself out there and you'll get a few bites, for sure. I know you have to kiss a few frogs until you find a prince, and you can afford to be picky, believe me." I insisted. "I always feel like I'm used and no good man would want me." She said lowering her eyes. "What your life was before you meet any man is none of their business. After you get to know him and you learn about him, you can tell him pertinent details. But, a divorced woman isn't scarred in the sense you think. You convinced me that the split was his fault and that any sexual failure wasn't brought on by you. If all you say is true, your only sin was getting older, just like he did." I told her in my honest estimation of what I knew as fact. She smiled and looked at me directly. "Are you SURE you don't want a relationship with the woman you just described? If you spend 2 or 3 nights with me I guarantee you would never leave." I laughed and reached to touch her face. "Believe me Natalie, if I feel the urge to get involved and things in my own life get lined up correctly, I might seek you out. Things you don't understand make it impossible for me to get seriously involved right now. All that could change and if I were to want to take a run at a relationship, you would be on the top of my list. It doesn't mean it would work, but I would certainly give it a try. We know ONE important way we are compatible. " She gave me a shit-eating grin and nodded, faux wiping her brow as if working up a heavy sweat. "OK, so maybe I'll see you again, and who knows, sooner or later. Thanks Key. In a world full of self-centered men I know you looked out for me, and I think you've been frank and honest. I WILL see you around." She said standing up and kissing me lightly on the cheek making me feel an intimacy I didn't realize we had. When my newest novel is finished and we've decided on the picture for the dust jacket I'll autograph one and send it to her and make a point of looking her up.