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 The Best 24 Hours Doc ever spent

   For as long as I can remember I've always been known as "Doc".  Stories
of where that all started go back to a couple different tales, one of a
doctor kit I got when I was 3 or 4, another is me mimicking Bugs Bunny from
the old cartoons that were on every weekday afternoon and Saturday morning.
No matter where it came from, it was better than Stanley Orvis Stemberg. 
Everyone always called me Doc, even teachers in school.  I pitched a little
minor league baseball and in the one really good year I had with the
Piedmont Phillies in homey Kannapolis, North Carolina the newspapers
started calling me Stanley Steamer.  Kannapolis is a suburb of Charlotte,
and I suppose Southern homespun folks thought that was a cute name.  The
year after I blew out my shoulder and became a knuckleballing reliever,
Stanley had no more steam.  I was only retained because I was so well liked
in the organization with coaches and instructors.  I actually could have
hung on and even got a shot at the majors as a relief specialist, but no
matter how I looked at it, that eventuality was 3 or 4 years away and the
pay in 1995 was nowhere in the modern strata of ball player salaries.  I
kicked around a few years as a player-coach in the Phils system, but I had
background in plumbing and auto-repair from summers working with my Dad and
Uncle before I got signed.  So I made a decent living, having opened my own
plumbing business, and leased my Dad's garage out (that I sort of
inherited) to a Mobil franchise.

   My year as "Stanley Steamer" I met and married Arlene.  We stayed
married for 5 years.  Once I was no longer a serious prospect and began
looking for other ways to support us, I guess the shine wore off of me.  We
weren't married much more than a year when we both knew we had made a
mistake.  We didn't talk much, or act as if we had much in common very
often.  However, we did like to sweat up the sheets, even right up to the
day we went to sign the papers on our divorce.  She only wanted half of
what we had, except for the bills.  We didn't own a home, or have kids, and
had two 3-year-old cars complete with payment books.  She got the better
car, I got both payment books (lucky me).  There was no real malice between
us, and I don't either of us ever cheated.  It was as amicable a separation
and dissolution of a marriage as you could imagine.  We're still friends,
easy because she stayed in Charlotte (has married and divorced another
ballplayer) and I ended up back home in Watertown, New York.

   Before I married Arlene I was a lady killer of sorts, never having much
of a problem finding female company as a local star athlete (in my own
mind) and a pretty good looking guy.  I was going home to New York every
Fall and getting back to the Charlotte area just before pitchers and
catchers reported to Spring Training.  There was always a Femme Jolie
looking to go to Florida for 6 weeks with an athlete roommate.  That
girlfriend usually lasted until she met one of the guys on the Major League
team, or a guy who might get promoted up the line faster (maybe Reading or
Scranton - neither as good as Charlotte, IMHO), but they got payed better
and got better meal money.

   After I was no longer a sports super hero and retired from the game at
the ripe old age of 29 finding female companionship was a bit tougher, but
I usually did well.  When I'm not working I usually dress well, nothing too
foo foo, but always nice jeans and a nice shirt that fit my body nicely. 
I'm still in good shape, only 10 more pounds from when I played ball, but
I'm down some hair, for sure.  But, my days of flirtatious females coming
on to me was long passed, or so I thought.

   It was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend and I was out running
errands before I went to my favorite brew pub to help them celebrate their
2nd anniversary.  I hadn't had much of a breakfast so when I went by Sam's
Drive-In I stopped to get some protein and carbs working in my belly. 
Sam's is a place where you can get a burger and fries and little else.  Sam
runs the place with one or two helpers and if you order a hamburger it
comes with ketchup and a pile of fried onions, unless you ask otherwise. 
Sam's son leans out the window to the constant lines of people and takes
the orders, 7 to 10 at a time and he never messes up.

   As I walked up to the end of the line going through my pockets to be
sure I had enough cash.  I didn't and I had to go back to my car to see if
I had my stash.  (Sam doesn't do credit cards).  I usually have a $50 bill
in the glove box for emergencys.  When I walked back up to the line I heard
a friendly voice call out.

   "Oooo, I LOVE that place, my husband and I used to go there all the
time."

   I looked up to see a nice looking woman pointing to my hat and I had to
take it off to see which one I was wearing.  It was for Rare Brews, the
brew pub I was headed to.

   "Oh, I'm just heading there for their anniversary celebration, they're
releasing their most popular brews in cans today for the first time."

   "That's great for them, I should get there, but I have the kids and
their Aunt Rona today.  Rona's from Baltimore and loves our little
treasures around here.  We're bringing her to Rosie's Pizza for dinner
tonight."

   "Oh, you can't go wrong bringing her here and then to Rosie's, the best
pizza I've ever had." I said still wondering; "Did I know her?  Does she
think I'm someone else?"

   Then the woman turned back and spoke with her kids, her friend Rona (not
a real Aunt I found out later), and I went about minding my own business
when she turned back.

   "Really nice what they're doing downtown, at the brew pub and all the
new little eating places.  Have you tried Two Bagger Sliders?  That was
another of our favorites." She asked brightly.

   "Oh yeah, their cheese steaks are great and Beef Wellington egg rolls
are to die for." I added, still stymied how this woman, way out of my
league, and at least 15 years younger than me, was so taken by my presence.
She HAD to think I was someone else, so I asked an obvious question hoping
the answer wouldn't dissuade her from continuing the conversation, making
her realize she did not know me.

   "He doesn't bring you to those places anymore?" I wondered aloud to her.

   "No, he left me and the kids about 6 months ago."

   "I'm so sorry to hear that." I said figuring it would be the end of the
conversation.

   "Oh, don't be.  He led a double life, was an embezzler and total fraud.
He might be in Mexico for all we know.  If he ever comes back he'll go to
jail." They were just getting to our spots in the line and she gave the
young Sammy a complicated order for 3 children, herself and "Aunt" Rona. 
He got to me and I just held up 3 fingers and then crossed two.  It was
Sammy sign for 3 burgers and fries.  The fries came with a spurt of ketchup
in the corner unless you asked otherwise.

   As they began to fill the orders in front of us young Sam would pause
and look up and take a few more orders.  Rona who was in front of the 3
girls, looked back to her and said "I don't know how he keeps track."

   "He just does!" She answered and then she turned to me.

   "She was my roommate in college and just loves the girls and coming here
to get all the great food." (and Rona from Baltimore piped up as she
kibitzed with the kids) "Stuff that's NOT crab!"

   I just smiled as Sammy had her order ready and Rona was paying for it as
the kids were delighted that each of their orders was on a separate paper
plate on the tray.  I knew this was the end of our little tete-a-tete so I
asked the most awkward of questions.

   "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

   "No, but can't a girl flirt with a good looking guy?  It was nice
talking with you." She said as Rona shouted back "Come on Kailynn, I paid
for it all and the kids are getting a table."

   Young Sammie called out "3 with fries, do you need a drink?"

   "Uh, NO!" I said as I watched "Kailynn" walk away in her little jean
shorts and yellow t-shirt that she filled just fine.

   I paid for my food and realized as I walked to my car I had a little
chubby on my pants.  It was hot enough for early June that I was glad to
have an air-conditioned car where I had a cold bottle of water to wash it
all down with.  I was parked on the opposite side of the drive-in so I
didn't see the table or car where these two women and the 3 kids were.  I
was downright flummoxed, and I do mean FLU-MOXED.

   I am 45 and I don't want to fool you into thinking that I look a day
younger.  I may still have somewhat of a build, but my face, hairline, and
overall demeanor shouts "Approaching 50 - proceed with caution".  Why was
this very good looking woman, who was maybe 30-33, tops, who had 3 kids,
the oldest being 8 or 9, openly flirting with me in front of her kids, her
"best friend from college" (she also appeared to be 30-ish, so there was no
mistaking age), and the rest of the people standing around us.  Did I
imagine the flirt?  Was it just idle conversation?  I told myself that if I
were her husband and saw the banter between us I would have walked up and
stepped in to see what was going on.  It really was that blatant.  She was
so fresh, so reeking of youth with her flat belly, sexy bust line, bright
eyes, cheery smile, and melodic voice, . . . . . .  and she was speaking to
me as if I were her boyfriend.  I had to admit that for the first time in
ages, just the thought of a woman had me excited in my pants.

   It wasn't that I hadn't been laid in a long time, it was Saturday and I
had spent Monday to Thursday nights with Sara, who I guess I can describe
as a girlfriend of sorts, but we have no ties.  I may not hear from her for
a week or two, and then she calls and we spend anywhere from a night to a
week together.  When she does we share any expenses if we go out, there's
no quid pro quo for each other's company.  I met her when I started playing
some Roy Hobbs baseball, her Dad was the manager.  She always watched the
games and helped her Dad out, bringing water, GatorAid, seeds, and a cooler
of gel packs for any aches or pains that us old guys experienced in
playing. She even warmed up a lot of the players before games, she probably
could have played, she is that athletic

   After her Dad passed we kept in touch as friends.  She would come over
"for a catch", just throwing the ball around reminded her of her Dad, but
one hot afternoon she came in the house for a beer and we ended up doing
things that decidedly did not remind her of her father.  Besides sex and
companionship, we expect little of each other, never show up unexpectedly
or have expressed any jealousies.  Despite being a tomboy, Sara is all
woman, for sure.  Not much in the breast department, but can fill out a
pair of jeans as well as any woman.  Always a great companion for any
situation, we just fit together well and expect little of each other if we
aren't at each other's side.  The only caveat of our relationship was
condoms, we didn't use them, but agreed if we happened to be "with" someone
else, we would.  She was on the pill, and I was "fixed", but were wary of
STD's.

   I finished my burgers and fries and took my mess and balled it together
and headed for the trash bin so I could head to Rare Brews.  I was about to
throw it in the can in front of the car, but decided to bring to the front
of the drive-in to get another peek at Kailynn.  The 5 of them were around
a table, Kailynn to my back and Rona was picking up things to clear the
table clutter.  She saw me and quickly looked away, but did look right at
Kailynn and nod towards me.  Kailynn began to turn around, but I think she
saw her oldest, sitting next to her, and thought better of a flirtatious
blatant look back.  The way Rona acknowledged me, I was sure the two
exchanged a few whispers about me.

   I was sure my little affair in my mind was over not knowing anything of
her or she of me and I went to my car and drove to Rare Brews where I got a
place at the bar and sampled 2 of their new brews and had 3 of my normal
favorite, a Scottish Ale, to pass the afternoon.  It was an old home week
of sorts there for the anniversary, seeing friends I rarely come across in
my day to day life.  By 5:00 pm I felt confidently sober to drive home.  I
knew all of the local cops and unless I was falling down drunk, they knew I
didn't have far to go if I was stopped, but I was careful not to drive if I
thought I couldn't pass a sobriety test.

   When I got home and out of the car I saw the bags of mulch I had
delivered earlier in the week and set about to mulch the shrub line beside
the drive way.  The mulching went fast and easy and also provided enough
exercise to clear any alcohol from my system, not that I was ever drunk,
per se, that afternoon.  But I felt rejuvenated and now, at a bit after
6:00, hungry again.  I thought of firing up the grill, but I remembered a
sign at Rare Brews reading "Our Anniversary Ale available at Rosie's Pizza,
while it lasts."

   Hmmm, a trip to Rosie's WAS in order, and maybe I could run into Kailynn
again.  It should be said that I still thought that if she saw me in the
bar lighting I wouldn't look as familiar as she thought this afternoon. 
She truly acted as if she already knew me and her line "can't a girl flirt
with a good looking guy?" was supposed to remind me of where or who she
knew me through.  She was just that far out of my league, I was almost 20
years older than she!

   I went in and showered, dressed and headed to Rosie's.  After spinning
their lot and the block I finally found a parking place at Rosie's just
after 7.  I got a beer and stood behind the occupied bar stools watching my
pitiful Yankees fall behind in the 1st inning (again!) until a patrons
table was called or to go pizza was ready to get a spot.  It didn't take
long before I got a stool right at the end, to the right of the waitress
access rails so I could have elbow room when I ate.  (I'm a lefty) I
ordered a small pie, a "Rosie Special" (double onion, sausage and
mushrooms), got my anniversary ale and got into the game exchanging
comments with fellow Yankee fans down the bar, all as disgusted as me.

   Two bites into my 2nd slice a hand went to my shoulder and I turned to
hear, "Hello my friend!  You're a guy who pays attention.  How's your
pizza?"

   It was Kailynn and before I could react or answer she slipped by and
went to the Ladies room.

   I quickly wanted to figure a strategy if she came by and stopped again,
and told myself NOT to get disappointed if she just went back to her table.
I was using the mirror on the back of the bar to see if I could see the
table where her friend and kids were seated, but that was for naught as I
wasn't sure I could recognize any of them from the back of their heads.

   Was she goofing on me just to tease?  did she really think I was someone
she knew?  or once knew, or did she really have the hots for a guy who
could almost be her father?  When I chose my options I really thought of
picking up my beer and pizza and just leaving.  I didn't need to be made a
fool of, or the butt of an inside joke between she and her friend.

   I took a couple long swallows on my beer and pushed my glass to the bar
gutter and the bar tender nodded and filled another for me when I saw the
Ladies Room door open Kailynn walk out, but not even look to the bar and go
to the back room, presumably to join her table.

   I was a regular at Rosie's so when one of the waitresses I knew,
Brianna, (a ball buster, she and her husband were neighbors) came into the
rails I asked her, "Do you have the table with 2 chicks, 3 kids and one of
the women is knock down pretty with a yellow tee shirt and jean
short-shorts."

   "Not my table, but I did see them.  When she went to the Ladies room
every guy in the place followed her behind." Brianna said with head shaking
while she chuckled, "You too?" She added, "You're twice her age."

   "Thanks Bree, but I think she's trying to either pick me up or make a
fool of me."

   Brianna shook her head.  "You're dreaming Doc, go home and meet your
hand." She said as she winked and took her tray of drinks.

   Actually her advice was probably my best option.  I took my new beer and
dove into my third slice of pizza.  I was resolved to eat this third and
final fourth slice, quaff my beer and leave.

   I set about to accomplish that without rushing and upsetting my stomach.
Two beers are my limit to drive home from a bar at night anyway, so I
decided to just end her game myself.  While finishing my last slice of my
"Rosie Special" personal size and saving the last few ounces of my beer to
wash it all down I was turning on my stool to hop down and leave when I
noticed someone (I presumed a waitress) fill the rails.  I looked back to
see if it were Brianna so I could say goodnight, but there stood the woman
I knew to be "Aunt Rona".

   With no expression whatsoever she simply said, "She's bringing her kids
to stay with me at the Hilton, they have a water slide pool.  She'll drive
back here if you're staying.  Give her a half hour."

   I froze and looked down to gather my thoughts, but when I looked up,
Rona was gone and I turned to see them all leaving with Kailynn's round
jean covered ass bringing up the rear.

   When I turned back to re-assume my stool Brianna was there, "Got that in
your spank bank?"

   I smiled and shook my head and asked the bartender for an N/A beer.  I
would sip that and watch the game for another half hour, then go home.

   The game got interesting with both the Yankees and Rays filling the
bases each in consecutive innings and not scoring, all without the benefit
of a hit.  It was just over a half hour and I pushed my bottle and a 10
spot in the bar gutter to go home.  I turned to leave and there stood
Kailynn.

   "Hi sexy man, my name is Kailynn.  I haven't meant to be a tease, but I
did have my kids with me." She said and waited for my reaction before
extending her hand.

   "Doc!" I announced, " and Yes, you have been playing a game with me."

   "Not a game, an obsession.  When you showed up here, I figured you were
in." She smiled sweetly.

   "In what?"

   Kailynn blushed.  "In most anything."

   I pointed toward the half wall that separated the bar and restaurant,
"Let's take that high top and talk." She turned and went as I asked and we
sat.

   She held up a hand, "I'll talk."

   "Have you ever seen something, or someone you just HAD to get to know, .
. .  or have?  That was you this morning.  It was one of the great
coincidences.  I've seen you around town many times before, working out of
the back of your plumbers' truck, in the gas station, and in the grocery
store.  I told myself that if I had a chance at you, I would look you up.
Why?  I don't know, something in your face and, (she giggles) . .  your
butt."

   "I'm not buying it.  Look at me, look at you." I said.

   "That's what Rona said you would say.  She thinks I'm crazy, but says I
have good taste.  It reminded her of our college days.  She wanted to help
me."

   "Help you what?" I asked.

   Kailynn turned bright red in a hard blush, and through pursed lips she
almost whispered, "Get laid."

   "You can't have a problem in that department.  You could have had a
dozen volunteers in here alone." I said, beginning to think that this was
all too serious for a prank.

   She leaned up as if she were going to try and kiss me but she cupped a
hand and spoke,

   "Since my husband left my only friend has been my hand.  I'm going a bit
crazy and all my fantasies are you.  Don't ask me why, but I'm stuck on
this.  I know I could have other men.  When Rona flew in here Wednesday we
went to lunch and by chance saw you working from the back of your truck
near my neighborhood.  I pointed you out then and even told her of my
fantasies.  When you walked up in line at Sam's I figured it was kismet."

   "I'm a lot older than you."

   She rolled her eyes and put a stern look on.  "Are you interested or
not. I've never thought I would have to beg anyone.  The way your face lit
up, and the front of your pants reacted at Sam's, I thought you were
interested in me as well"

   I had enough cat and mouse.  I said, "Let's go!" and got up from the
stool and headed for the door with her in front of me.  As soon as we got
outside she asked, "Doc, right?"

   I nodded and she asked, showing just a bit of fear or trepidation for
the first time, "My place or yours, leave a car or follow?"

   "Lock your car up and come with me.  I'll bring you back in the morning,
. . . . .  or afternoon."

   "Why can't I follow?"

   "Don't want you to leave in the middle of the night.  You've jerked me
around enough today; this is your commitment to me." I said bruskly.

   She paused to think a moment and looked back into Rosie's.  I turned and
looked as well and saw Brianna, perhaps a little stunned, standing in the
doorway behind the squeaky screen door.  She waved to me and smiled.

   "She knows I'm leaving with you." Kailynn warned me

   "Kailynn, you must have done some due diligence on me, you've never been
in better, or more grateful hands." I said.

   She locked her car and came with me to my car.  I opened her door and
shut her in.

   I started the car and the 70's on 7 on my XM Satellite was playing
"Third Rate Romance".  We no more than got backed out and she chuckled as
she heard the line in the song "I've never really done this kind of thing
before--have you?"

   She looked straight ahead and said, "That line of that song is true."

   "For me too, at least not like this.  One night stands were a college
thing."

   "Are we just one night?" She asked.

   "Up to you, . . .  and me.  Things aren't always as they seem.  Whenever
I'm out with the boys and we see a woman as hot as you look, one of us
invariably says "Somewhere there's a man who hates her guts."

   "Do I look like a heartbreaker?" she asked.

   "No, but I'll bet you've turned down a lot of pick-up lines."

   "Not as many as you think.  I was involved with Rona for a while in
college, how about THAT confession?  But we decided we both loved men more,
but it was convenient at the time. . .and by the way she isn't here for me
NOW in that way.  She has a man at home.  After I got married I rarely ever
was out without my husband."

   "Did he leave you flat broke?"

   "After he was caught I still believed in him until other women wanted a
piece of him.  I found out he had another wife in another state, and I
thought I was pretty stupid."

   "Did he leave you flat broke?"

   "Are you a cop? . .  and am I being recorded?"

   "Paranoid?  No of course not, I am what I am.  Remember YOU picked ME
up."

   "Well after they searched everywhere for him, and tore my house apart
looking for ill-gotten booty or merchandise.  They took anything major that
we bought after his first score, but that wasn't much, just a couple TV's.
They figure he's got all the money."

   "Did they figure right?" I asked, my third attempt at the similar
question.

   "You're pretty smart Doc.  No, they didn't figure right, and at least I
know he had some sort of conscience.  I started selling his record
collection on Ebay.  The first person who bought one wrote and said I must
have hidden mad money inside the album and forgot it.  They sent back a
crisp $100 bill.  I started checking the other albums.  He had over 5000 in
library racks in the basement."

   "They never checked them?"

   "They did, just randomly like the B's, the S's, the two biggest
sections. One detective found one bill and slipped it in his pocket, and my
girls saw him do it.  That was the end of checking them after I threatened
to have him arrested.  It was assumed to be random mad money anyway.  We
still thought nothing of that one bill in an album, until we sold that
first LP.  Then I started checking.  I remember he said in his consolation
and apology call to me, "Enjoy the record collection." I almost gave them
all away to spite him."

   "Your secret is safe with me." I said as we pulled into my driveway.

   "Even if you told someone, they would never find it now.  I'm told if I
can bring him in I can collect the 50K reward his company has for his
return.  I don't need that little taste when I've got the whole damn meal.
But the promise of the reward assures them I don't know where he is."

   "Kailynn I barely know you, but I like your style.  You're smart and
know how to take care of yourself.  I just wonder why you would tell a
total stranger this." I wondered.

   "I may be a stranger to you, but I've been checking you out, looking
into who you are, for a few weeks.  You're cool, asking if you were a cop
was just to cover my ass." She said confidently.

   "I think you're cool too."

   "We'll see if you still feel that way in the morning.  You'll only be
the third guy I've ever been with, but I've been around the same block a
lot." She said with that sexy chuckle as she got out of the car and walked
to my side and I showed her in.

   As I turned on lights and asked about drinks etc.  I ran through my mind
if I should be creeped out by her "checking into" me.  I'm well known right
here in town, even somewhat of a local hero, via sports and reputable
business and I really have no skeletons.  I do a lot of pro bono work and
have never harassed an individual for payment for services.  I help who I
can, being careful not to be taken advantage of.

   I showed her to the living room sofa and switched on a little late night
jazz and turned to face her, asking "So what is it about me that you find
so fascinating?"

   "I knew you would ask this and I hope I can give you a satisfying
answer. After being married for 9 years and finding I really didn't know
the real person my husband was, one thing stuck out in my mind.  We had
great sex and that may have clouded a lot of the obvious things I missed in
my judgement of him.  After he was gone for 4 months I was really getting
tired of being in a relationship with my fingers and a few little toys I
had.  In college and before, my masturbating subjects were always fantasy
men and women.  So after the kids were off to school in the morning I would
go shopping, or for a walk, or just for a sit on a bench downtown or in the
park.  I would pick a number from 1 to10 and say maybe "the 7th guy I see
I'll mentally undress and take to bed." Only a couple times did I end up
with a fantasy I could really bring home in my mind to enjoy.  I did it
twice with you, both randomly, once at Shop and Save, and then once
downtown, you were coincidentally the magic number again.  That day you
stopped right in front of me when your phone rang.  You leaned on a pole
and spoke a few minutes and then sat on the bench that backed mine."

   "Right by Lou's Cafe and City Hall, I remember that day.  My ex-wife
Arlene called to tell me she was moving after her 2nd divorce became final.
We've always remained friendly." I interjected.

   "You sounded so nice on the phone, talked so sweetly to her, I closed my
eyes and imagined you were talking to me that way.  I rushed home
afterwards and played that fantasy out in my mind.  I saw you get in your
plumbing truck and I found out who you were.  I was sold then.  I haven't
been able to get you out of my mind since." She said finishing her
confession as she blushed deeply.

   "You aren't looking for a boyfriend, sugar daddy or husband, are you?" I
asked.

   "No, no, no!  Just some satisfaction and memories to last until I do
jump back in that pool.  I have 3 daughters and trying to raise them
without the help of a husband is hard enough.  I don't think I have the
time for any of those options, but maybe someday." She said as she sipped
the wine I had chosen for both of us.

   Then she startled a bit asking, "You wouldn't want me for a girlfriend?
I know how good I look and have been asked out and propositioned left and
right since he left."

   "If you were my girlfriend I wouldn't want you to leave the house,
besides, when I'm an old fart of 60, you'll just be . . . . ."

   "Thirty-nine.  That doesn't matter to me, but right now I just wouldn't
have the time to build a good relationship.  Tomorrow morning when you
bring me to my car we can decide if we ever want to do this again.  I know
you have a girl of sorts; I've heard that story.  This will never be of the
heart, it's physical, and its fantasy.  My girls are ALWAYS number one. 
But I do think we can be friends, if you can do that without causing any
trouble with your other friend."

   There was a long pause in our repartee and after we each drained our
glasses I asked, "So, how does your fantasy start, and let me add, there
are no guarantees for either of us, agreed?  (she nodded) If it isn't
right, we'll know." She turned and offered her mouth to mine saying "I'm
not worried." Just before our lips touched.

   Her kiss was that of a woman who hadn't had been with a man for 6
months. I thought she might eat my face, but the kiss was long, erotic, and
extremely sensual.  When it broke I was blushing.  I smiled at her and
said, "Wow, that was quite the kiss, and you smell terrific."

   "I showered after I dropped the kids at The Hilton, that's why I was a
few minutes late getting back to Rosie's."

   "I showered just before I got there, I can take another if you want."

   "No, I want that man smell, man taste."

   "Mmmmmm, we're going to taste?" I asked, somewhat facetiously.

   "Listen, a. . . . .  Doc.  This isn't going to be a first time with the
new girlfriend ripping off a condom with a sloppy splash on my belly.  This
is going to be like a hot married man and woman, who've had sex a 1000
times, love making session.  I sort of thought we had that straight, I
guess I didn't quite put it into words."

   "I need to use a condom." I said remembering my agreement with Sara.

   "Doc, I'm fixed, 3 kids are enough, and I bet you're fixed, what's the
problem?  If it's STD's, I've been with NO-ONE for 6 months." She said, a
little insulted.

   "I sort of have agreement with my . . .  a. .  friend."

   "That's very loyal of you, but you can be sure of me.  Just remember how
good my ass looks in these little jean shorts, OK?  Plus, I changed into a
red devil thong after I showered.  You want to pass on all that?  (she gave
me a moment to consider) No condom OK?  Besides, that latex doesn't taste
too good.  I have a big night planned for you."

   She had me at the thought of her ass in those little shorts.  "OK, not a
problem." I said as I went to her mouth for more kissing.

   I thought, at my age, that I had experienced everything there is to know
about the simplest form intimate communication, the kiss.  However, this
woman's lips did things to my lips and mouth that I never felt before.  Her
lips were so soft and pliant, her tongue seemed to be able to twist and
turn in my mouth, running between my lips and teeth.  Her tongue probed my
mouth, I let her have the upper hand as she pushed me back into the sofa
and laid on me.  My hands came up around her and held those sweet firm
little cheeks.

   My mouth was hers to have as she kissed and tongued me.  She squirmed
under my hands as I man-handled her ass, causing her to grind on my full
erection trapped in my pants.  She paused and lifted her face from mine to
show me a knowing sexy smile and then she whispered, "See how good it feels
to be completely tongued, inside and out? . . .  how it makes you want to
be taken?"

   Before I could respond her mouth enveloped me again and suddenly the
shorts I was fondling her through became loose, telling me they had become
undone.  If her hand somehow got between us to do that, I must have been
too preoccupied with her mouth on mine, showing me how she wanted to be
eaten, to notice.

   I quickly moved my hands up to her waist and slipped under the denim to
hold the treasure of her ass.  I could only imagine what this ass would
have felt like when she was 20 and without child, because it was sheer
heaven to hold now, firm yet pliant.  The spread of years and childbirth
made her even more womanly and desirable.  The transformation of a tempting
girl to this passionate woman was one of life's treasures and pleasures.

   I was plotting my next move, perhaps to call time and go to the bedroom
when she bent her legs up and twisted to slide off of me to her knees
beside my prone body on the sofa.  I went to sit up but her hand came up
with her index finger firm in my chest to tell me to stay down.

   She smiled and sat back on her legs for a moment before whipping off her
little tee shirt.  She wore a sheer, almost not there at all bra underneath
that showed two dark engorged nipples.  She held her breasts for a moment
and then pinched each bud before kneeling up straight and looking me in the
eye as her hands went to my belt.

   "May I be so bold before we go to a bed?"

   She didn't wait for an answer and began to undo my belt, unbutton my
jeans and pull down the zipper.  She folded back the flaps and ran the tips
of her fingers under the waist band of my boxer briefs and slid them to
either side of my waist gathering a fistful of jean, belt and undies as she
did.  She gripped each side firm and simply said "lift a bit."

   She pulled down enough to show a few inches of my penis and where it
attached to my body.

   One of her hands pulled open my underwear and the other wrapped around
the shaft and pulled it out.  I was rock-hard and her hands came back and
rested on the tops of her thighs and she looked, admiringly so, at what she
had caused already.

   "I haven't seen many, and only a couple in the flesh, but that's as
handsome as it gets."

   I went to squeeze some of the ache out of the head and she quickly
caught my hand saying, "I didn't say I didn't know what to do with it, and
you will find that I could write the owner's manual for it.  Do you want to
squeeze that ache down with your fingers.?  Or would you prefer I do it
between my tongue and the roof of my mouth?"

   I didn't answer as she bent forward to the stiff cock I was presenting
fully opening her mouth and doing exactly that.  She squeezed it as she
promised and took her mouth off bringing her hands to either side of my
shaft, but flat on my belly, and she bent forward with those fabulous,
full, talented lips, and sunk her mouth over me.  She swooned around me
causing me to think I could cum in her mouth right there.  She took me as
deep as she could two times and came off.

   "Just as delicious as in my dreams, but now if you could indulge me?"
She asked waiting for no answer before continuing.  "If you cum now, I
would hope for a long pleasurable night with you as we please each other
before the second or third time I make it cum, and believe me, I will make
it cum, me alone.  No help from your hands or fingers, something on or in
my body will give you the orgasm you'll dream of for the next few nights,
at least.  You will see that my man had no reason to look anywhere else for
his pleasures, it was just the lure of money.  Unfortunately for him, he
hasn't got me or half of what they say he stole anymore."

   She grinned wide and closed her eyes and stuck her tongue to the plum of
my shaft and began to move her mouth up and down over me.  After a few
dives down she began a regime.  I would hear her inhale deeply through her
nose, her tongue swirl around the head, I would feel the pressure of her
clearing swallow and then I'd feel the vibrating hum of her swoon.  I don't
think she went through that cycle more than 15 or 20 times when my balls
spewed a long splash of cum into her mouth without her breaking the rhythm
of her obviously practiced routine.

   When she was sure I was through she drew off her mouth and took my cock
in both hands to lovingly squeeze and pet him.

   "That was so sexy and delicious and it made me so wet just knowing I
made you so happy.  It's like I imagined, and those expectations are hard
to match some times. . . . . .Ah . . . . .ummm . . .  . .  Will you take me
to your bed and show me how much you liked it?"

   I answered by getting up and offering her my hand to help her stand.  I
held her hand as we walked to the bedroom.  We stopped at the foot of the
bed and then I almost thought she was having seconds thoughts by her
hesitation, but she just looked at me nervously saying, "You aren't afraid
to kiss me now are you?  I can go wash out my mouth."

   I turned my face to hers, bending a bit since I was 8 inches taller. 
And whispered "Don't be silly" before I covered my mouth with hers and let
her tongue do its magic again.

   My hand went to her back to undo her bra, but there was no closure on
the filmy garment.  She broke our kiss and pulled it over her head.  While
it seemed to hide little, the sight of her bare breasts took my breath
away. While I'm sure having 3 children took some toll on the shape and
suppleness of her bosom, they could not have been more beautiful.  I bent
to take one in my hand and kiss the other, and then give the same respect
to the other.

   I went to take her in my arms again but she pulled back.  "Let's
undress, I want to see all of you."

   "God," I thought, "she wants to see all of ME?  Her body probably caused
traffic accidents for the past 20 years!"

   She reached and began to unbutton my shirt from the bottom up and pushed
it off my shoulders.  My pants were already open and hanging on to my hips.
She kissed the middle of my exposed chest and pushed my jeans and underwear
down, following them as she squatted.  Once I stepped out of them she
looked up and took my cock in her hand and lifted it to kiss my balls, one
kiss each, before standing.

   I quickly reached out as she stood to let me peel down her little jean
shorts.  She did a little pirouette and I saw the ass I memorized in her
little shorts.  WOW!  Her womanly body was perfect!  Three kids and 30
meant nothing to her frame.  34-22-36 made an incredible body constructed
for sex, and lucky for me, she wanted to share!

   She came into my arms and my hands went to her ass as I lifted her and
backed her to the bed.  While she wanted to kiss mouth to mouth, I wanted
that sweet shaved little pussy of hers in mine and she offered no
resistance as I slid down her body letting my tongue leave a wet trail.

   As thin as she was, when she parted her legs all the way with knees
cocked, her pussy opened up perfectly to let my tongue in to sweep her
sweet box, top to bottom, left to right, and when she began to lose her
breath I gave her asshole a long licking while she tried to hump me off. 
When I got back to licking her clit she began to gasp out words instead of
groans and squeals.  Something about her pussy exploding and her ass never
being eaten before.  I didn't work at getting a translation, I just wanted
to hear her cum one more time.  I got her somewhat prominent clit back
between my lips and danced my tongue only briefly to where she actually did
throw me off her and curl into a ball on the bed.  She was holding her
pussy and sort of laughing and crying at the same time.  She shivered when
I laid back beside her and her mouth sought out mine once again to kiss me
over and over and then thank me in a breathless whisper.

   We lay silent for a moment or two and I heard the Air Conditioning cycle
on.  Thank God for A/C or else we would have been in a sweaty, exhausted
pile.  Instead we were ready to go.  She propped up on her elbow and gave
me a strange look.

   "I have to apologize to you.  I thought I was going to rock your world
and send you away with memories to hold on to for a long, long time. 
Instead you've brought me places I've never been."

   " . . . .  and we aren't even close to through yet, not to mention the
morning and maybe after." I added as she rolled her eyes.

   "Why did you think that?" I wondered with a grin.

   "I was never a run around, but I lived with a guy for 3 years before I
met my husband and he and I we were together 10 years.  I spent large parts
of all those years with my legs in the air or on my knees.  (then a tear
came to her eye) My rat bastard husband used to call me Queen Fuck."

   I took her face in my hands and kissed away her tears consoling her
saying, "No one ever knows everything about everything, you should be glad
you learned more about something you love to do so much."

   I smirked and chuckled a bit at my words and she broke out into full
laughter.  "Oh my God, you're so right.  I came here to be the sexy siren
that knocked your socks off.  Me!  Miss Big Shot.  Thank you Doc."

   "Hey, don't think you can't show me a thing or two." I warned her, "and
sometimes someone does the same old thing in a way that makes it all new".

   She rolled to her knees on the bed and looked down to me.  "I guess I
forgot that the only reason I was here with you, was for the sex of it.  I
thought I would rock your world, forgetting you would rock mine."

   "If it's the sexual confidence you were seeking, thinking he left you or
cheated on you because there was something lacking in your game, don't be
foolish.  You have the goods, AND it takes two.  It's called intercourse,
not mutual masturbation."

   "Doc, you're a wise and perceptive man.  I've been accessing the
situation in a lot of the wrong ways and you've opened my eyes.  I have
nothing to prove to myself or anyone else.  I should just enjoy the fact I
lost a loser and he at least left me with some money and my sanity.  I
really wanted to get laid, I just never figured on a tongue being stuck up
my ass and how good it would feel."

   I almost wondered if these realizations would make her think she didn't
need to continue our night, but she looked down at me and winked and bent
to take my flagging cock in her mouth.  As she sucked she slowly slunk down
to a lying beside me rather than kneeling over me.  As I enjoyed her mouth
and tongue I caught sight of that fully blossomed pussy flower and made a
quick move to get my mouth on it, moving to a comfortable 69 position.  As
I ate her she shuddered many times under me causing my cock to go to the
back of her throat.  She must have liked that because she held it there a
few times.  We rocked and rolled on the bed until I was on the bottom with
her legs spread over my face.  As I licked her fleshy lips and teased her
fully popped clit I couldn't help but see her asshole flex open and shut.
She may have never had her ass eaten before tonight, but I had to think it
was on her mind right then.  I hunched up my neck and began to lick that
hole in earnest.  I knew she was enjoying it by the way she stopped sucking
me and just held me firm in her mouth humming approval.  I hunched back to
her pussy and she began to move her mouth again, but she was not prepared
for my thumb to begin rolling over and over her dilated little hole.  When
I popped it in, quite easily mind you, her head came off my dick."

   "God NO, I can't do that.  It doesn't fit" She yelped.

   "Calm down, I'm not fucking you there, just teasing you.  Relax and
enjoy."

   She made an odd noise of regret or exasperation, but went back to
sucking me as I began to fuck her bottom with my thumb.  When my tongue
went back to her clit there were guttural sounds coming from her throat
causing a nice vibration on my cock, but she came off it again.

   "You're driving me crazy, how did you make my ass feel so good, you
nasty boy." She said as she rolled off me.

   I went to my knees and turned to her and parted her legs to make my
saddle.  When I went to kiss her my hard met her wet and she groaned an
"Oooof" into my mouth as I sheathed her.  This woman of thirty years and
three children had such a tight pussy, I felt like a teenager again.

   "God, I feel like a virgin again, you feel so huge in me." She squealed
in my ear.

   "You know the truth." I said knowing how average I was, "You must
workout."

   "I run." She grunted out as her arms encircled my back and she pushed
her pussy up to pound back to my thrusts.

   I knew I was 10 or 15 strokes from cumming again so when she seemed to
peak on one orgasm I sprung back to my knees leaving her with a panicked
look but my hands took her hips and showed her to flip she quickly complied
and stuck her ass in the air and pulled a pillow to hug her face too.

   Her pink and coral pussy with her dilated little pooper both looked
inviting to me, but I wanted that vice-like pussy.  She yelped when I
plunged in and she hugged the pillow tight to her face muffling the
"Ugh-oof" she barked at each thrust.  Her perfectly shaped tanned ass with
asshole winking every time I looked down was enough to get my own orgasm
rising to a point of no return and I was going to make no attempt to thwart
it.

   My thrusts became more abandoned as I thrust my middle finger up her ass
in opposite stroke of my cock in her fuckhole.  I knew I was moments from
spewing into her pussy, but held on as long as I could before pulling both
of my parts out and shooting up her back and over those tanned supple
cheeks.

   I finally had to use my hand to draw out the last blob that fell on her
asshole.  I pictured myself licking that from her, but I was glad I shot on
her back.  I didn't want to have to eat my load from her pussy, and I
surely knew I would eat her pussy again.

   She slumped forward flat and I fell to her side.  I turned to reach to
the floor to pick up my underwear to wipe my spooge from her back and then
tossed it aside before laying my arm across her and nestling my face close
to hers as we both caught our breath.

   I wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally moved, raising
her head to kiss my cheek.  I was sure we both slept for a few minutes,
maybe more, but I was startled when I craned my neck to see the time
projection on the ceiling from my clock-radio, 1:00 AM.

   "Did we fuck that long?  Did we sleep that long?" I thought.

   She peeled from me and looked up to see the same time cast on the
ceiling.

   "Wow, you must have fucked me into a coma.  I didn't think it was past
eleven." She whispered.

   "Everything OK?" I wondered.

   "Everything is awesome." She said with a big grin turned towards me.

   "Can we shower?" She half whispered.

   "Sure, but know if we shower together, we may have to start all over
again." I said grinning in a wise-ass tone.

   "That's WHY I wanted to shower with you.  Clean slate!" She said as she
rolled up and stood facing the bathroom door.

   As she walked to that door I couldn't help but admire her perfect ass.

   "You have the prettiest ass I've ever seen." I said as I followed her
in.

   As she looked around the strange bathroom to get her bearings she
chuckled, almost derisively.

   "Apparently you think so, you can't keep your fingers out of it." She
said repeating the chuckle.

   "You didn't like it?  If not, you could have fooled me." I said,
defending my digital pleasuring.

   She blushed deeply and mumbled something as she turned on the water and
bent to adjust the temperature before turning on the spray.

   She was just about to slip in under the spray when she looked at me,
blushing again, "No one's ever touched me like that there and certainly
never put their tongue there.  Remember, you're only my third."

   I followed her in and held her under the warm spray.

   "You HAVE to be kidding me.  All the years you were married and those
cute little cheeks and that little hole were never in play?"

   "Nope." She said soberly and convincing enough for me to believe her.

   "He missed once and started to go in and I screamed, it hurt like hell.
That was it." She said as her arms went all chicken skin.

   "Well, I was just tweaking your orgasm and trying to hit some hot spots,
but I never thought, and wouldn't try, to do any more unless agreed on. 
Don't think I assumed anything." I apologized, although I really didn't
think I had to.

   She seemed to melt in my arms again and get all purr-like again and she
sought out my lips starting to kiss me like earlier.  I was hard as a rock
in seconds and quite obvious between us.

   "I want to suck that again, fuck you some more." She squeaked out as if
on the brink of spontaneous orgasm.

   "Let's just wash our sex and get back to bed." I suggested and she
smiled and nodded.

   We broke our hug and took the liquid soap and began working on
ourselves, mainly below the waist and armpits, trying to keep our hair dry,
but all the while I saw she kept her eyes on my dick.  She hadn't had
enough yet.  When she reached under and behind herself I winked and said,
"get that clean, I still plan on eating it real good."

   She smiled, blushed, and shook her head saying "Nasty boy.  Dirty boy."

   I was just moving her out of the spray so I could rinse my junk as I
whispered "Somebody here liked a tongue on their hiney."

   She gave me a side look and a bit of embarrassment on her face, but
reached back to help me rinse what she wanted in her mouth.

   We were out and drying each other in moments, anxious to get started
again.  She went down on me once and kissed my balls as she dried me, I
nipped each nipple, tongued her clit, and licked her asshole as I dried
her. We almost ran back to the bed.

   She attached her mouth to me and began her clean sweep kissing again
while she held and stroked my cock.  I was ready to cum already and she
broke the kiss and knelt back beside me.

   "If I get this load now, do you think you can still go again?" She asked
as if she might be hurting my feelings.

   "Once I put my face in your pussy and between those cheeks I'll be ready
to hammer nails with it."

   She grinned a mile wide and bent over me with one hand flat on my chest
and the other flat on my knee.  Her mouth went fully over me and again,
using no hands, just her lips, mouth and tongue, she began her regime,
inhale deeply through her nose, her tongue swirl around the head, I would
feel the pressure of a clearing swallow and then the vibrating hum of her
swoon.  She truly loved what she was doing, knowing what she was causing
deep in my groin.  She may have thought she had skills in other ways, but
she knew how to suck dick and get a thick reward in a hurry, and no hands
no less!

   It was almost 2 in the morning but I was wide awake after napping and
showering, plus I was ready to deposit my third load of the evening into
her mouth.  I wasn't sure what time we would finally "go to sleep", if
ever, that night.  I began to feel the rumble in my balls and before I knew
it she had it all in her mouth with a long swoon from her throat.  She
continued to suck until I was cleaned out, and then she sat back and smiled
a Cheshire smile to me.

   "I don't know who loves that more, me or you.  You come faster than he
did, he needed hands, usually his own." She chuckled before she shook her
head as if to shake the thought of "him" from her mind.

   I smiled at her and asked, "Why don't you sit on my chest and you hang
on to the headboard?"

   She looked at me queerly, but complied with my request.  The bed was
against the half-wall that bordered the staircase that led up to the
loft-like situation.  She wouldn't have her face in a wall as she hung onto
the headboard, she would overlook the stairwell.

   I took both of her perfect asscheeks in my hands and pulled her pussy to
my mouth.  She was already flowing in anticipation of what I was going to
do.  As I began to lick her open and tease her clit she thrust two fingers
down and spread her meaty lips open to let my tongue get deep in her quim.
I felt her try to pull from my mouth a few times as her orgasms got
intense, but the solid hold I had on her ass made that impossible and she
gave in to the pleasure.  After one particularly juicy spasm, more wet than
creamy on the verge of a squirt, she shrieked loudly and begged me, "Please
let me turn, I want to suck your dick."

   I let go of her sweet cheeks and she half stood over my face and thrust
a hand down to rub her pussy before turning and facing my feet and getting
her mouth over me.  I pulled her hips back towards my mouth to get my
tongue in her pussy, but she was too sensitive there.  Each time I tried to
lick that clit, she jolted up.  I grabbed her cheeks firm and pulled her
asshole to my mouth as she groaned her pleasure on my cock.

   Eating her ass was so sensual since it was a new pleasure for her.  Once
she got over the fear I might try to fuck her there, she gave into the new
sensations she had found.  Not that I wouldn't have wanted to fuck that
little hole, but she had a genuine fear and it was something I only tried
when asked, it had to be my partners' idea.  I never had a butt cherry, but
experienced women who knew what they liked would relish the occasional
variety of it, but I never wanted to be the guy they saw as "the one who
hurt me trying to do something I didn't really want to do".

   Every time I directly drilled her asshole with my tongue she forced her
mouth down all the way on me and touched the back of her throat, but she
didn't seem to have a gag reflex.  In any event, she was satisfying herself
just feeling the penis glide over her tongue.  This, for her, was just for
the enjoyment of controlling the situation.  She wasn't sucking on me to
get me off, she was just enjoying herself, and keeping my tongue busy on
her.  But although her mouth wasn't getting tired of sucking, my tongue was
almost numb.  I loosed my grip on her hips and brought a hand to the top of
her cheeks.  As I worked my thumb down through that well licked little
valley, my tongue moved to her slit.  As soon as I began to circle my thumb
on her little butt star she pulled her mouth up off me and moved forward
off my face, saying "Nooooo, no.  I don't want that, I want you to fuck me
silly again."

   I got up to my knees again and turned her around, kneeling, bending
forward, resting her head on her ear as she clutched a pillow.  Drops of
her juice fell from her pussy as she flexed herself in anticipation of
penetration.  When I brought my cockhead to her lips I heard her draw a
deep breath.  I wasted no time teasing her anticipation and plowed her to
my balls and held her tight as she swooned a long "Yessssssss!"

   I held her ass tight to me and just could not believe how snug and tight
she felt.  I wanted to feel like this forever.  I thought I sensed some
impatience with her and was going to give her the fucking she craved when
she came straight up and molded her body to mine as she knelt up.  She
reached back and pulled my face to hers as we strained to lock lips for a
moment, but she relented and kissed my cheek and whispered in a Demi Moore
type voice, "This is the best sex and fuck I've ever had.  I thought I
would feel like a slut and whore being this way with an obsession instead
of a love, but I just want you more and more.  Make my body scream."

   Then she laid out prone, once again, her beautiful ass propped up for me
to hold, (and behold) her arms surrounding the pillow she rested the side
of her face on.  As I withdrew to the rim of my corona her lips pursed as
she drew in her breath awaiting my first thrust.  After a couple long hard
thrusts that I held her tight to, I began to give her the railing she
craved.  It didn't take long for her to get her wish; she was screaming in
pleasured orgasm.  The muscles in her sex, the barrel of her vagina, seemed
to ripple in spasmic screams over me as well.

   I never considered myself any kind of stud or lover boy, I mean I never
had any complaints, well not that many, but she was acting like I invented
the male organ.  I thought if I gave her a nice crack across one of her
cheeks she might calm down a little, . . . . .  or turn around and punch
me, but as I raised my hand I saw her reach out and grab the edge of the
bed and grip it, white knuckles and all, the back of her shoulders sturdied
and stuck out just before she pulled forward from me, just enough to
dis-engage me from her pussy, and I heard a couple splashes of liquid and
felt some on my legs.  She was having a long squirt, or g-spot orgasm.  I
was sure the bed was soaked, at least the top covers, we (Sara and I) had a
waterproof cover on the mattress for those same occasions with her, but
that hadn't happened in a long, long time.

   Kailynn stayed flat for a moment and I wondered if she had passed out. I
did give her a little slap on the ass to bring her around, but she was
quite awake and pulled up quickly and found my dick and went all the way
back on it.  I bent over her and tried to worm my way under her until she
got the fact I wanted her to go to all fours.  She pushed up her torso and
I covered her reaching for her two perfect tits to fill my hands.  I
squeezed and fondled them until I worked to her nipples and I pinched at
them.  She swooned again and laid herself out to protect her sensitive
nipples and titties and I began plowing her again, but this time I was
primed to cum.  I had teased myself a bit over the line and felt my joy
rising.

   "I'm gonna cum all over your ass Kailynn." I said with some urgency and
she pulled away from me and got almost flipped over before I came on her
belly.  She reached to stroke me a bit and took some drops from the tip to
taste before smiling at me and falling back on the wet spot she had made.

   "OHHHH, cold spot." She yelled as she sprung from the sudden chill.  "So
sorry about that, it came on so fast." She said breathlessly as she rolled
up and got to her feet, but her legs were shaky and she fell to sit on the
bed.

   "Not to worry my over flowing friend." I laughed, "The matress is
protected.  Ummmm, . . .  been there, done that?"

   She grinned and nodded as she gripped herself in chills.  "Suddenly I'm
frozen!"

   "All your blood is below your waist." I told her.  "Once you get up and
move around you'll be fine." I told her as I went to her and helped her to
her feet.

   We moved slowly to the bathroom and I let her sit on the toilet and got
her a bath towel to wrap around herself.

   "Thank you.  I don't think I've ever been fucked and had a stroke at the
same time." She mumbled in a blank stare at the floor.  Then she looked up
and said, "Let me pee."

   "I'm not stopping you.  I've had my tongue in your ass, I don't think
hearing you pee is too personal."

   She turned her head and let her stream fly.  When she was done I preened
her hair, she was still so pretty.

   "Do you want to shower and rinse off now,or do you just want to go to
bed?" I asked as she got more and more with it.

   "Depends.  If we're just going to throw a towel over the wet spot and
crash, no shower.  If you change the bed, I'll clean up first." She said
looking up at me sweetly that told me she was back "with it".

   "You shower, I'll change the bed and meet you in there, hows that?"

   "Sounds good, if I don't fall asleep in there." She grinned.

   I quickly changed the bed so we could sleep on dry sheets and joined her
in the shower.  Seeing her incredible body caused a little stir in my junk,
but I was through for the night.

   In 10 minutes we were in bed, me on my side and she on her stomach
beside me with her arm resting on me.

   "Thanks for taking care of my fantasy.  You were more than wonderful. 
Sorry I couldn't fulfill all of yours." She whispered in an apologetic
tone.

   I wanted to spring up, but I was too tired, but I did raise my voice.

   " Whatever are you talking about?  You gave me two of the sexiest
blowjobs I've ever had, let me screw the daylights out of you twice, I ate
your sweet pussy 3 times, ate and fingered your gorgeous ass a couple
times, . . . . . . .if I had any fantasys about you, and believe me, after
you fliting with me I had more than one fantasy about you, I fulfilled them
tonight.  You know, I ate my sliders from Sam's this morning with a big
pudge in my pants."

   "Tell me you didn't think about putting it in my ass.  You went right
for it with your mouth and fingers, no one else ever has."

   "Any other man who had you in a position to do those things to you and
passed, lacked a sexual imagination.  But you did say your list of lovers
was limited.  But please don't think I would take the liberty of really
doing it there unless requested."

   There was a silence for a few moments, and I could tell she was
contemplating something.  Then she told me, "Rona lets her husband go there
during her periods, she says it hurts for a couple days, but she does it
for him."

   "She's wrong if she doesn't enjoy it, and it should never hurt after the
first few moments.  Let's leave it there." I said as our last words of the
night.

   We both fell into an exhaustive sleep, and guessing from the last check
of the time, it was after 3:00 am.

   When I woke I knew I was uncomfortably warm on my back and side, but my
mind hadn't really began working until I pieced together the night before.
After solving that Rubiks cube of reality I realized the reason I was warm
and humid across my back was that Kailynn was still hugged up to me.  As I
rose my head to see the time her arm lifted from me and she rolled to her
back, as did I.

   I think we both stared at the ceiling for a moment collecting thoughts,
and she spoke first.

   "Rona has to check out by three, I'm picking her up then and we're
bringing her for a 5 o'clock flight.  Is that time right?" She said as she
looked at time projection on the ceiling from the clock radio.

   Although the daylight made the numbers lose a bit of their glow, I saw
it was 10:15.

   "That seems right, I guess." I said as she squirmed away to get her
purse from the night stand.

   She squirmed right back to my side and kissed my cheek saying, "I better
call Rona and let her know you didn't murder me and leave me in a dumpster.
Ummmm . . .  her worry, not mine."

   She took her phone out and pressed a few numbers and with her volume
apparently set high, I heard a woman's voice answer.

   "God, are you OK?"

   "Yes, I couldn't be better.  How are the girls?" Kailynn asked.

   "I'd like to say they missed you terrible, but we watched movies till
they all fell asleep.  They got up at 8 this morning and we went for the
free breakfast in our bathing suits.  We ate and went to the pool.  I'm
sitting here now watching them.  They've been down the water slide a 100
times.

   "That's great.  Thanks so much for giving me the time." Kailynn said
nodding.

   "Ummmm, was it all you hoped for, or was I right?" Rona said waiting to
tell her "I told you so."

   Kailynn's eyes moved towards me, knowing I could hear and answered, "It
was the fuck of a lifetime, and I don't think we're through yet.  I'll see
you around three."

   Rona chuckled and just said goodbye.  Kailynn scooted over and put her
phone on the nightstand again and returned to my side.

   "Let's pee and come back to bed." She said with a grin.

   "How do you know I don't have other plans this morning?" I asked.

   She threw off the sheet and stood in the bed and did a pirouette,
wiggling her behind at me.

   "That's how I know, Doc." She said as she went to the bathroom, with me
close behind.

   She turned just before she went inside the door.  "This is embarrassing
but, I don't think you want to be in here for what I have to do, what I do
most every morning upon rising.  Sorry, my fantasy lover."

   She was blushing deeply and I just smiled and nodded, realizing her
discomfort.  After all, if you have to go, what do you do?

   I went out and made coffee hoping our time wasn't over and when I heard
the shower start I was resigned to the fact she was ending her fantasy. 
The call of nature must have brought her back to reality.

   The coffee was done when I heard the bathroom door open.  I gave her a
moment or two to get dressed before I called out, "How do you like your
coffee?"

   "In bed, are you coming?" She said impatiently.

   "Oh, I thought you were dressing." I called out

   After her apology when nature made its call, and when she said "Sorry,
my fantasy lover." I sort of assumed we were done fulfilling fantasies.

   "No, I'm still naked in bed . . .  you aren't throwing me out are you?"
She asked with a little panic in her voice as she looked up at me while
sitting on the side of the bed.

   "GOD NO!  You can move in if you want to!" I joked.

   "I would miss my girls too much, but it is a nice thought, at least
until the sexual fascination wore off." She smiled as she swung her legs up
onto the bed and reclined.

   "Yeah, that wouldn't be long, maybe 4 or 5 years." I said with a new
smile knowing she was staying.

   She propped herself up and reached for my coffee cup, "Black?"

   "Uh, . .  yes." I answered as she took the cup from me.  "You don't mind
sharing, do you?"

   "No, it was a 16 ouncer in the first place, take all you want." I said
as I sat beside her and openly admired her breasts.

   "You're staring." She said between sips.

   "You're gorgeous." I said as she blushed.

   She smiled big and said "I like this."

   "The coffee?"

   "Well, that too, but I like the fact we don't have to pretend and play
the game.  We're each here for the physical pleasures.  You know how to
pleasure a woman, and I'd like to think I've left you more than satisfied."
She said leaving me a chance to refute her, if I wanted.

   She took another sip and handed the cup to me and I had some more
myself. As I handed the cup back to her I had to make a point.

   "So, if this is all just physical I guess it means we can never really
be friends and certainly not more.  I mean, I don't want to get clingy and
I don't need a relationship that's any deeper than the one I'm in right
now. She and I are thick when we're together, but have no commitment."

   "Maybe you could have two of those." She said in a tone that was less
than serious.

   "How would YOU like that?" I asked with a smirk, because I knew the
answer.

   "No, like this will have to do.  This once, and maybe another time or
two.  We see each other on the street and smile, knowing what we know." She
said, almost sadly.

   "Don't be sad, you already know you don't have space in your life for
any more than this, and if you did you would have a lot of explaining to do
to your girls, and when they got older they will have figured out the whole
thing."

   "I'm glad you understand that because I don't want you to be hurt or
ever feel unrequited." She pointed out as she took my cup to finish the
coffee.

   "That won't happen, I understand that situation, plus I'm old enough to
know the score and realities of relationships and involvement of children.
It's been purposely avoided."

   "Let's change the subject and put our coffee mouths together." She said
scooting back a bit and extending her hand to me.

   I knelt on the edge of the bed and laid next to her as she pasted her
mouth to mine.  Let the games begin.

   She was still the sexy kisser from the night before and I felt rumblings
between my legs immediately, knowing how talented her mouth was.  However,
I wanted to get the upper hand and I rolled onto her, feeling her perfect
little body under me.  Her nipples were hard already, to the point I could
feel them in my chest as we went skin to skin, except I had a pair of boxer
shorts on.  They were the kind you wear just so you aren't naked as you
walk around the house alone.

   As we kissed with my weight on her I slipped my hands down to hold those
perfect ass cheeks and as I did I went back onto my knees and shins to take
pressure from her and her hands immediately went down between us and into
my shorts, pushing them down a little.  If I wasn't fully hard then, when
her hand went around me I surely was.  She pushed down a little more of the
front of my shorts using my cock as a lever as she raised her hips to let
the lips of her pussy kiss the tip before it slid up into her.

   "Ahhhhhhhrrrgg, that's so fucking good." She swooned.

   "Un-fucking-believable." I grunted back.

   We laid connected for a moment or two before I began to move on her.

   "Rail me Doc, but try to hold out.  I want to taste you one more time
before we have to get going.  Make a horny girl happy." She giggled.

   I didn't know how I was going to rail her and "hold out", as she asked,
but even after having her mouth and tight pussy into the morning hours, I
was rock hard and ready to please her again.  In a flurry of pushes and
thrusts on her my shorts had worked their way down enough to give me free
movement over her.  After hunching my upper body over her I was able to get
up on my arms to look down on her as I slid in and out of her.  She looked
up to me like I was a god or something, locking her eyes to mine while the
rest of her face showed her orgasm cresting until her eyes closed and face
tightened as the spasm gripped her and her torso slammed up to meet mine.
There was a grunt, a hiccup of sorts, and then fingers digging into my arms
before she shrieked her ecstacy.  She rolled her eyes back and I knelt back
and, using my hands, coaxed her to flip to her knees.  She quickly assumed
the position from earlier, shoulders down, ass up, arms gripping the
pillow, as I re-entered her.  The continual "uhn-ahh" from her mouth in
cadence with my pushes at her told me she was enjoying what I was doing to
her and every minute or so I would see her hunch up like she was going to
go to all fours, then her shoulders would tighten as she bore down for
another orgasm.  There's no way she could have counted the number of times
she came just that morning, let alone since last night.  Sexually, she was
just as hot as she looked, as sexual as you could imagine.  Through the
years I've found many times that my expectations far exceeded results when
it came chasing skirts, but not here.

   After I was drafted by the Phillies I was assigned to Batavia, in the
New York-Penn League.  We would go to St.Catherines, Ontario a couple times
that 1st year and there was an Annie (Baseball Annie is a term for baseball
groupies) who sat behind the bullpen who looked like a French movie star.
Her English had a heavy French accent, and I learned from our trips north
of the border, that she was probably from Quebec, or a French speaking town
in bordering Ontario.  Girls would try to hook up with a rising star in
hopes she could attach herself to his wagon and improve her financial
status.  She would talk to us in double entendres and flirt with her eyes
while she sat provocatively in the wooden seats there.  I was brought into
more than one game with a little pudgie in my pants from her teases and
comments as we warmed up.  Whenever we came to town, she was after me and
after going around the league once and learning the ropes of baseball skirt
chasing, I was ready to take her on.  While I expected hot, French,
ultra-creative, semi-kinky, sex . . . . . . . .  she was a dead fish in the
sack and needed more instruction and more prompts than a poodle at the
Westminister Dog Show.  She was all show and no go.  Kailynn was the real
deal, all tease and even more please.

   After going off 4 times just a few hours earlier, after some deserved
sleep I had no problem rising to the occasion with this beauty, but I was
getting a little numbed from the workload.  As hard as I was fucking her, I
wasn't close to cumming.  This was going to take her hand, my hand, and her
mouth to coax my nut.  When her next big cum rose and fell I let myself
fall from her tight slash.

   "You're a little road-worn, huh?"

   "Road-worn?" I asked.

   "Still feels great, but it's going to take some work to get him off?"
She said winking to me.

   "Yes," I answered embarrassed.

   "Don't worry about it.  You're going for number 5, or is it 6?" She said
as she got to her knees on the bed and gave me room to lay down.

   "Umm, not sure, but I can tell you this, if it wasn't you, I don't think
he would have even risen this morning." I admitted.

   "Awww, you're sweet.  It's just as well for me, I wanted one more taste
anyway so don't be discouraged.  My man couldn't do 3 in 24 hours." She
said as she settled between my legs and bent to stroke and inspect her
target before she wrapped her lips around it.  She pulled off a hair and a
glob of her own juice before she started to stroke me while dropping spit
over me.  "My hand and mouth for a while and then your hand and my lips
should do it, huh?"

   "Ohhh Godddd yes," I moaned knowing that she knew just what to do.

   "Just your third one?" I asked, just knowing how well she knew
understood the territory.

   "I swear to God, may He strike me dead.  My High School boyfriend, my
husband, and you.  But, lots of experience.  From my junior year on,
probably 2 or 3 times every day in High School.  Both of our parents
worked." She said nonchalantly as she stroked me and bent to watch her
hand, then kiss my balls a quick peck on each.

   She continued to watch her hand intently.  She was thinking,
contemplating.

   "You know," She said, sorting out her thoughts, "When I first thought of
getting picked up and laid, I thought it would be in the car, maybe a hotel
room.  Then when I began to whittle my horny fantasy down to you, I still
never thought I would actually do it.  But I had you in my bedroom, in my
dreams, you made me so wet, and we did everything.  That's why when I spoke
to you at Sam's you thought you knew me, or I knew you.  I had you so many
times.  Uh, . . .  ummm . .  well when I said we did everything, I didn't
play out going in my butt, or even playing there, . . .  you know like you
did."

   "It's all perfectly normal, all the playing.  Doing the nasty there is a
different animal.  I never . . .  " I began to say, but she interrupted my
thought.

   "I know that now, you scared me at first.  I was afraid my trust in you
was imagined in my fantasies, and not real.  You know, Rona's warnings
coming true, the big I TOLD YOU SO."

   She drizzled more spit and saliva over me as she deftly stroked me with
her soft hands and fingers.  I was getting some special feelings back in my
penis from her tender handling.  I felt myself steel up, not that I ever
lost my erection, just that hurting stiffness you get from a long tease. 
She had made it all tender again, well, tender, yet raging.

   "Ready for my mouth?" She asked and didn't wait for an answer, taking
the head in her mouth and soothing it with her tongue against the roof of
her mouth.  It was a sensation I never felt from any other lovers' mouth.
Sort of a caress as it flushed the blood and eased that ache of too hard,
too long.

   After that caress she slowly took me all of the way down, her lips right
to my body, I felt my tip go into her throat, she would give up about an
inch or two and repeat, then she started what I was calling her regime.  I
would hear her inhale deeply through her nose, her tongue swirl around the
head, I would feel the pressure of her clearing swallow and then I'd feel
the vibrating hum of a swoon.  She needn't go through that cycle more than
15 or 20 times to produce results.  The spew of cum I couldn't make happen
in her pussy rushed into her mouth without her breaking the rhythm of her
obviously practiced routine.  When she was sure I was through and getting a
little over-sensitive she sat back on her legs and looked at me with a wide
grin.

   "I don't have to tell you that I like that.  I can use fingers and toys
to please myself, but nothing is like that.  I will say you seem to
appreciate it more than the other two men who've had my mouth.  You give me
my warm prize without helping.  You let me take it from you.  I can't tell
you how much that pleases me.  I cum in my own way while you do." She said
proudly.

   Suddenly her face turned sullen.  "It's just after 2, this all has to
end and I go back to my life with my girls, not that I don't enjoy that,
but at the end of the day when I'm lying alone and my body craves relief,
I'll only have these memories to fantasize about."

   "But, they won't be fantasies, they'll be real remembrances of something
special we both shared.  You shouldn't be sad, and know you can make them
happen again, if not with me, with some other lucky man.  You are such a
beautiful woman; you can always have your pick."

   "Most men just want to fuck me so they can say they did.  I see the
looks; I hear the comments.  It's why I never screwed around before or
after I got married.  Besides, when you make a promise before God and all
the people you know, you should keep it.  I took my vows seriously.  My
defacto divorce freed me.  It will all be official in a few weeks and
postdated."

   "Well," I said, "Don't think I looked at you and said, "My, wouldn't she
make a nice nun." When you flashed that smile at me wearing those little
shorts, I had my own naughty thoughts."

   "I was TRYING to make you have those thoughts.  I was trying to seduce
you.  But, how bold could I be, we were in public, in front of my kids, and
my best friend." She admitted.

   "Did your friend know it was me, the one you pointed out to her?"

   "Yes, she nodded towards you as you walked up so I would notice.  When
you turned and went back to your car she leaned and whispered "Just as
well, you didn't have the balls, anyway." But I showed her."

   "I'm glad you did.  I would never have been so bold as to strike up a
conversation besides a hello and a smile." I admitted.

   She blushed and took my flagging cock in her hand and bent to kiss the
softening tip.  "I told you I thought it would be a sweaty few minutes in
the back of a car or cheap motel, but when I paired my fantasy man, the one
I overheard on the phone, the muscly tanned mature guy I see at his truck,
and the man who struck up conversation with me; I knew if it happened, you
would make love to me like a real man, a lover."

   "I'm glad you thought that, because I would never treat ANY woman like a
tramp or whore."

   "Even if she was one?" She asked, feeling guilty.

   "Would I be any different than her, a male tramp, a male whore if I
did?"

   She blushed deeply and took her hand from me, almost as if it were hot,
and backed off.

   "So, in the end, I'm a tramp or a whore, but because you didn't treat me
like that, I'm not?" She asked almost indignantly, with a hint of a cry
starting.

   "Not at all.  You sort of presented your case to me and what we had was
not hot sweaty sex, it was tender lovemaking.  If we were totally in love,
even married, it would not have been any different.  You told me a fantasy
you had, and just looking at you gives any healthy man a fantasy, and we
played it out to satisfy our urges.  There was nothing dirty about what we
had.  You, nor I, should feel any shame.  If we had the time to do it all
over again, I think both of us wouldn't change any circumstances.  Don't
try to MAKE yourself feel guilty.  There's no reason for it." I explained.

   "Are you sure, or are you just trying to get rid of me without regrets,
and they're already creeping in."

   There was no way I wanted to ever hurt this sweet passionate woman who
just wanted a taste of the love and affection she thought she had for life,
but had it torn away in a most cruel way.  I came up to my knees and put my
arms around her slumping body.  She knew the hug I offered was genuine and
slowly but surely her arms came up to reciprocate.  Feeling her warm body
next to mine was making some trouble below for me, but I knew it didn't
have much chance of happening.  Her hug to me became deeper and I sought
out her lips and we kissed, the necked and then began to tongue each
other's mouths as we had at the start of our tryst.  Eventually I brought
her down to lay flat on the bed and I worked my lips down her body, paying
attention to those most perfect nipples as she swooned while she waited for
my tongue to find her nubbin clit.

   Sparing you all the minute details, I ate her to another very wet orgasm
while I fingered both her holes.  It wasn't the first time I've tasted the
sweet eruption from a womans g-spot, but it was the best, and just as sweet
as she was.

   In the end she pushed a hand down to stop me crying out, "You better
stop or I'll fall in love with you and mess up my whole life."

   I went back to my knees and asked her if that were an insult or
compliment.  She answered by reaching for my half-mast cock and stroking
it.

   "I can suck him if you think he'll work." She said with a grin.

   "Oh, it'll work, I just don't know how long it would take.  He's pretty
well spent, but you can see, he likes you a lot."

   "I'll give you a rain check, redeemable anytime, just call me and
arrange it." She grinned with a new attitude, adding, "I may never have
another boyfriend, or another husband, but I'm certain of one fuck-buddy, .
. . .  I guess is the term."

   "Feel better?" I asked.

   "Yes, you treat me like your lover and make my body so happy.  We had a
great few hours that I'll remember forever.  I'd like to say we could do it
again, but that's a promise I can't make.  Rona talked of taking the girls
for a weekend if we split the airfare, if that ever happens I'll look you
up." She said as she pecked me on the cheek and got up to gather her
clothes.

   I heard her go down into the living room and she came back up with her
top and her purse.  She pulled a fresh panty out and went to the bathroom,
closing the door.

   I dressed and freshened up downstairs at the kitchen sink.  When I came
back up she was just coming out with a little smile on her face.  I was
glad she was happy.

   "I'm ready when you are." I said and she smiled and followed me down the
stairs.  She came to me as I turned and held the door.  We went to the car
and drove to Rosie's where she got her car.  Just before she got out of the
car she moved over and gave me a long sloppy kiss.

   "I'm so glad you made love to me, over and over.  It was a thrill to
taste you and please you.  You should know, it was as good for me as it was
for you.  The one thing I wanted to do last night was get good and fucked.
It was that and so much more.  I'll do my best to make it happen again. 
Don't contact me, I'll find you, OK?"

   "Understood." Was my only word, even though I had a long spiel for her,
but she got out of the car and rushed to her car and got in.

   I let her pull out to be sure she got off OK.  As she passed me by and
waved, I saw she was crying.  It was just about 24 hours since I walked up
at Sam's and her bright face smiled at me.  The best 24 hours I think I
ever spent.