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Wednesday, September 17, 1997

"When the Angel Smiles" 
v. 9.oo1

Hawk Richards 
hawkrds@aol.com


His face hung with wrinkles.  His bones creaked and his diaper leaked;
he couldn't remember very much anymore.  Snow-white hair fringed his
shiny skull.  His eyes reflected an ageless blue, as he sat on the
10:00 A.M flight from Pittsburgh to Columbus.  Two fragile hands
carefully folded themselves in his lap where a crisp Wall Street
Journal rested. He stared out into the cloudy, Monday morning sky in
his grandfather getup, brown pants and a tan cardigan sweater.
Charlie watched the businessmen settle their bulks into the small
seats, as the little children fussed and squalled and drooled around
him.  Soon the plane was full -- all but the seat next to him.  A jet
of air, stale and lifeless, streamed down upon his shiny, liverspotted
crown; with a flustered rustling, he wished that he had worn his hat. 
 
A stewardess leaned close, her youthful breasts almost against his
chin. 

"Would you care for a pillow, sir?" she asked in his ear, her voice
bright and perky.  

Charlie nodded no, shivering slightly as he picked up the paper to
bury his sad, wandering eyes from her two pillow-like breasts..

"Hello there," said a young woman who sat down next to him.  He nodded
a hello as her youthful presence broke into his thoughts, stirring up
feelings he hadn't felt for quite some time.
  
He almost felt alive, as he smelled her perfumed youthfulness.  

"What's your name, stranger?" she asked, as she brightened the
atmosphere with an angelic smile.

"Um, Charlie," he replied, trying not to smile too much.  

"I'm Mandy," she said as she shook his hand.  Her hands were warm and
soft to the touch, which sent currents of electricity through his
soul.  "Nice to meet ya."  His smile became even larger.  Her eyes
reflected the brilliance of the florescent light in the winged
chariot.

The cold airplane air stiffened her pert nipples.  Her breasts swelled
as she wrapped her arms around herself to warm her body.  Goosebumps
ran down her alabaster skin, and her hair blew softly in the
circulating cabin air.  Charlie couldn't help but to notice.   

She curled up in her chair and drifted off into what seemed to him a
blissful slumber.  He noticed her flimsy silk blouse almost bursting
with two very plump, delicious breasts.  Mandy wasn't wearing a bra.
Without effort, he glimpsed a puckered up nipple, brown and crinkled.
It rose and fell as she breathed deeply.  He shifted in his seat
restlessly, trying to get comfortable as he adjusted his tightening
trousers without anybody noticing. 

Mandy opened her eyes slowly.  He didn't realize that she was watching
him.  She saw his wide-eyed stare.  She smiled.  Slowly, deliberately,
she spread her legs, little-by-little, causing her short skirt to rise
up her smooth thighs.  His heartbeat quickened.  

She leaned forward to grab his wrinkled old hand.  He became both
startled and flustered all at once.  She smiled, then asked a
stewardess for a blanket.  He slowly turned his head towards the
window, letting the blood rush back from his flushed face.   
 
"Would you like to share?  It's awfully cold." She grinned.  He didn't
answer.  She draped the blanket over his decrepit body, while she
slowly caressed his hardened maleness through his soft and worn
trousers.  Her hand found its way under the scratchy blanket and adult
diaper to find its mark.  She smiled once more.  

As her hand surrounded his swollen manhood, he asked, "How...How old
are you?"  
	
While pumping her fist, up and down, slowly milking his penis she
replied, "Does it matter?"

"No," he answered, out of breath.  

He touched her breast, groped and came.  His body spasmed and
brilliant lights flared his synapses as pleasure raised havoc to his
frail, time worn body.  His teeth gritted in the suppression of a
groan as she smiled warmly. 

***

"Did you have a nice nap?" asked the stewardess.  Mandy's seat was
vacant, and he realized it was time to exit the plane.  Charlie walked
down the sloping grate into the bustling airport terminal.  The
strange face of the crowd blurred his vision with tourists and
business suits.  He looked at his ticket for his connecting flight.
He looked at his worn leather loafers; with a stifled yawn, he picked
up his suitcase.  It was light, since he carried very little. 
 
As he walked over to the gift shop, his britches were uncomfortable
from the dried semen that matted his pubic hair, but he ignored the
yanking of his private thatch of hairs.  Sauntering over to the
magazine rack, he looked for a good magazine.  He doubted his next
flight was going to 
be as eventful as the last.  

The airport hissed with angry people as snowy weather postponed all
flights until tomorrow.  He sat down on an old brown wooden bench.
The hardness of the wood pressed into his bony body.  "Terminal,"
Charlie whispered.  Terminal...but it ain't home."  He slumped on the
bench, ignoring the latest obstacle on his mission to get home, his
reckoning.

Suddenly, Mandy appeared out of the crowd, innocent and youthful as
ever.  She smiled and sauntered towards Charlie's bench.  "Oof," she
cried, lowering her bulging carry on bag.   The jut and swing of her
breasts affected Charlie's penis, and he felt a bit hollow, wild, and
happy.  

"Do you think we should get a hotel room?" she asked.  "Just for the
night?  I mean, we could share and it'd be cheaper?"

"I hadn't really --" Charlie started to say, and Mandy's eyes opened
wide with what might have been worry.

"OK," he said.

"Oh goodie," she said, beaming, then she kissed him, quick and deep,
and for a moment, he thought that he'd never stop trembling as their
tongues danced with her taking lead. 

***

"Pretty sterile, huh?" she said, entering the hotel room.  "I guess
that they all are, for the most part.  I'll just pop into the shower
real quick, ok?"  He stood there listening to the rain of shower-water
upon her body.  He shuffled to the large window and pulled open the
drape.  Moonlight, soft and pale, bathed the earth in a blanket of
freshly fallen snow. When he turned, she was there clad only in a
small towel that barely covered her.  She let it fall, pushing him
back upon the bed and undressing him carefully, completely before
taking the flesh of his old body.  Her skin looked so pale, breasts so
soft, eyes so warm and smile so inviting. The combination of her
angelic appearance and her carnal expertise was a heady mixture that
made him tremble like a schoolboy.
  
She sat astride him, straddling his thighs, and slowly sank down on
his long shaft.  She stayed still for one long moment.  He tried to
pump his hips, but she wouldn't allow it.  Her steady rhythm went
deeper, longer, on and on, and then, with a soft quivery moan, she
came.  He stayed stiff and erect as her tremors eventually subsided.
Slowly she pulled herself off.  With a sucking pop, the soft grip of
her sheath gave.


He captured her gently by her soft hair and pulled her towards him to
suck her own juices.  She tantalized his shaft with feather-light
licks and then took him wholly into her throat, but still he did not
come.  He was drenched with sweat and desperation tugged him back to
reality, he eased his prick out of her mouth and bent her over.
Jabbing with his spear, he pierced her womanly petals.  She moaned
loudly and looked back at him smiling angelically as he came.

Her bottom, so round and soft, was covered with a glaze of glossy
semen.  She reached back and rubbed it into her soft fleshy buttocks.
As a sharp internal pain shot through his body, he went in search of a
washcloth wet with warm soapy water.  He ignored the discomfort in his
chest, wishing away his physical pain -- dismissing the idea of
searching for his pills at such a beautiful moment -- and wiped along
her beautiful white globes and down into the crack of her ass.  This
caused him to get aroused again, but his malehood was only semi-erect,
tired and unwilling to do his bidding.  He took his soft member and
pressed it between her cheeks.  He then used his spit as lubricant and
rubbed it around her anus.  She lay on her belly responding to each
touch with gentle writhing.  He slowly inched his finger into her ass,
while pressing her firm mounds.  She moaned at the intimate intrusion.
She got up on all fours so he could have better access, then pushed
back onto his slowly rising member.  The tight pressure of her
sphincter muscle around the head of his shaft made him groan.

He perspired profusely, as spasms shook her wildly.  He reached around
and fingered her clitoris.  She became ecstatic with pain or perhaps
pleasure, he wasn't sure.  She exclaimed loudly between moans, "Fuck
my ass!"  
        
He pulled out after she had a seemingly ecstatic orgasm.  He was still
painfully erect.  She turned over onto her back.  As he straddled her
chest, he wondered if he was dreaming.  He pressed her luscious
breasts together and pumped his prick slowly between the grotto of her
soft breasts.  She licked the head of his shaft every time it peeked
out between her breasts.  He shifted back down to her love nest.  He
sucked on her clitoris as if it was his best meal ever.  

When she neared orgasm, he slid in her wet vagina.  He came with her.
Afterwards, he just lay on top of her, exhausted.  After a few moments
of rest, he pulled himself out.  Cum oozed out of her, pearly white.
With an angelic smile, she wiped herself; then took a shower. 

It's strange, he thought, he never felt so alive before.  At least,
not since he was young.  In his youth, he used to walk the line
between life and death with careless regard.  He did things and went
places on impulse.  Later on in life, he had settled down and lost
touch with his reckless former self.

That night, he dreamed of an angel in a flowing white gown.  The face
was familiar with a compassionate smile.  He felt like he was floating
on a cloud, just like all the myths, legends, and religions portrayed
heaven; yet, something was different.  He realized that he was just
formless energy.  He was missing his flesh.  A voice trickled into his
thought: "Welcome to Purgatory, Charlie."

"Purgatory?" he asked.

"Yes, you are between time and space, Heaven and Hell."

"What do you mean?"

"Your time on Earth has ceased.  You are now in Purgatory."

"Why?"

"You have unfinished business Charlie, until that business is
completed you will not enter what you call, Heaven."

"What I call Heaven?"

"Yes."

"What?  What am I supposed to do now?"

"You must come to terms with your past choices, their causes, and
their effects in order to understand your own existence."

"Oh."

PARIS, FRANCE

Time stood still for Charlie in his newfound existence and he
remembered the massive steel structure rising erect above Paris's
skyline.  He couldn't help but recall the ivory skinned Irish gal.
Her wavy red hair, her voluptuous breasts, and long legs made him drop
dead in his tracks.  He was a twenty year old virgin abroad.  He was
on search for adventure.  She fulfilled his thirst for excitement and
taught him the art of making love. 

Recalling her lithe muscled body, he noticed her standing in the rainy
mist alone at dusk and he experienced what it felt to be young and
virile again.  His strong features jutted out in the pale glow of the
street lamp as his eyes captured her silhouette curving in all the
right places.  He approached.  
	
"Excuse me, but do you speak English."

"Yes! I do, sir," she replied in a sultry Irish accent.  

It didn't take much coaxing to get her out of the chilly night air and
into a cafe for coffee.  They talked of love and life.  Two things he
didn't know much about.  He reached out and touched her hand.  It was
soft.  Charlotte gripped it quickly, almost as if she didn't want to
let go.  She took him to her small apartment. 

Their tongues intertwined in rapture.  His lips tasted the sweet
residue of coffee on hers.  She smelled like roses.  Her eyes lit up,
like an angel.  She took him by the hand and brought him into the
bedroom.  The small apartment seemed bare of anything, but
necessities, yet her bedroom was adorned with silky sheets and lacy
doilies done up so daintily.  He almost did not want to touch anything
in order not to spoil the beauty, yet it was so soft and inviting.  

Charlie turned towards her as he heard a soft rustling of her dress
slip off her body to the floor.  His gaze traveled up her body.  Her
long legs came to a juncture of the most beautiful red fur.  There he
could see a neatly trimmed crop of soft red that encircled glistening
coral.  They roamed higher; he saw two firm breasts.  They were not
like his mother's, which he had seen when she nursed his younger
siblings.  These were firm and bountiful.  They were topped with
cherry red nipples, that where erect like pencil erasers.  Charlotte's
face was angelic.  Her lips turned into a smile and they embraced.

PURGATORY

"Charlie..."

"Yes?"

"Why did you think of that moment, when you have a lifetime to
consider?"  

"I dunno..."

"I see," said the voice.

PARIS

Her lips found his in a desperate kiss, a kiss that lasted an
eternity.  His heart raced.  His blood left his brain and pumped into
his already semi-hard malehood.  He laid her down on the bed fighting
his urge to take her fast and swiftly.  He sank down on top of her and
kissed her breasts in gentle admiration.  He kissed her breasts with
such passion, that only virgin could muster.  He trailed his kisses
down between her breasts.  The shucking of his britches was heard
between ragged gasps as he arranged himself between her buttery soft
thighs and found her tight entrance.  He looked into her green eyes
that were full of passion as he felt the wetness of her hole on the
tip of his pulsing penis.  He gently nudged the head of member into
her.  Charlotte gasped at the intrusion.  She welcomed the fulfillment
of his presence in her tight sheath.  With deep penetrating strokes,
he lunged deeper and deeper filling her, stretching her tight walls.  

She responded by wrapping her silky legs around him.  He kissed her
mouth profusely.  He could see her deep breathing start to quicken as
her chest heaved up and down causing her breasts to bounce with the
rhythm of his thrusts.  

She exploded into her orgasm at the same time his seed shot up into
her coating her cunt walls with his pearly present.  He collapsed onto
her with a loving sigh.  Her breasts pressed into his chest.  He
rolled over, laid his head in an infant like embrace on her chest, and
listened to her heartbeat until he fell asleep.

He was awaked by a need to urinate.  He tried to get up, but her firm
weight of her sleeping body was pressing him down.  He did not want to
disturb her, so he just lay there and watched her angelic face and
those full pouting lips pursed in dreamy sleep.  Her red hair flowed
down onto his chest.  If it were not for his urgent need to urinate,
he would have stayed there with her in his arms.  He gently tried
getting up without waking her, but her dreamy green eyes fluttered 
open with a questioning look.  He mumbled that he had to use the water
closet.  She just nodded, but did not allow him up.  She pinned him
down.  He did not understand this at the time, but did once he
realized what she was going to do.  She slithered her soft body down
the length of his body until her lips could engulf his manhood.  She
then nodded to him to let him know that he could relieve himself.
This idea was new to him, but intrigued him very much.  He 
let it go.  The feeling was exquisite on his shaft as she took the
warm fluid in.  She did not let a drop spill out of those luscious
lips.  He let his urine go in spurts.  So she would not be inundated
with it.

After he was done, he was painfully erect.  She then got up and told
him not to worry that she would be right back.  He got a little
worried, but assumed that she was going to the bathroom to wash out
her mouth.  To his surprise, she came back with a friend a lovely
Parisian beauty with the classic black hair, champagne glass breasts
and olive white skin of a gentle tan.  Her dark pubic bush was neatly
trimmed into a triangle as he followed the gentle swell of her lean
stomach to her firm breasts that were topped with two delicious
looking nipples of pink.  She had her hands caressing her soft skin of
her thighs as she looked on in lustful anticipation.


Charlie retreated back to the emptiness called Purgatory.  He felt no
remorse at his actions, in fact he felt very happy and nostalgic.  Was
he supposed to feel guilty for these moments of bliss he shared so
long ago?  Images of Fire and Brimstone, Heaven and Hell filled his
thoughts.  Was it so wrong?  Again, a voice trickled into his thought:
"No..."

"Then why?  Why am I here?"

"You know the answer."

He thought of Melissa his second love.  It was on a train that he met
her.  The rattle of the tracks had stirred his libido as he sat across
from the pale skinned brunette.  Her deep brown eyes flirted with the
sparkling stars in the sky.  Charlie fell in love at first sight of
her luscious form.  She wore a conservative dress.  It was a high
collared blue dotted schoolteacher's dress, but on her, nothing could
look boorish.  The cloth still clung to her curvaceous body like a
glove.  He wanted to explore those curves and look into those eyes for
hours.  

He struck up a one sided conversation with her about his travels
abroad.  She smiled.  He blushed with inexperience at this bold
gesture of approval.  Melissa asked if he would like to return to her
compartment for a nightcap.  There was no way he could refuse.  

"Would you like me on the rocks or straight up?" she asked with a
wicked grin.
	
"I would like you in my arms." he replied.

She shrugged off her dress and it cascaded down her lithe body.
Melissa knelt before him and licked the crouch of his trousers like a
cat.  Her tongue pointed and tracing around his swollen bulge.
Charlie gasped and she grinned.  He flung her onto her back onto the
pullout bed.  She unzipped his fly as he hungrily kissed Charlie
immediately tore open her blouse.  A few buttons flew out into the
dark compartment.  

He saw the sultry pout at his macho act.  She forgave him with a lick
to his chin.  Her feline reaction sent frenzy to his malfunctioning
brain.  He kissed her lips with a hunger.  He explored her breasts.
Their spongy softness intrigued him.  He had plenty of time.  

He nibbled down to her nipples.  Her conical breasts were large for
her frame.  Defying gravity, they sat perched in his hands like two
watermelons.  Her heaves caused them to jiggle with a slow gentle
sway.  His penis stabbed her leg as he explored her stomach.  Unlike
the fitness freaks of the 90's, she was healthy without too much body
fat, but just enough to make her soft and firm.  Her scent was strong.
He had never thought about kissing that area before.  He had 
read about it once in some literature he had bought in Paris though.
His fingers explored under her dress.  The heat from her cunt made him
moan in anticipation.  Softly, his fingers crept over cotton covered
treasures.  There was a gentle wetness seeping from her hole.  He
tantalized her lips.  He felt her moan.  He looked up and she smiled
like an angel.

SOMETIME DURING ETERNITY

He searched his thoughts for the reason.  He searched his soul for the
answer, when he suddenly was overcome with emotion.  A kaleidoscope of
images brandished forth into his thoughts.  Again, he experienced the
past through new eyes, but this time he felt something different.  He
felt a sense of fulfillment.  "Maybe it was love," he thought, "or
maybe not."  It had been so long since he had experienced it.  

"What is love Charlie?"  She asked innocently fondling his chest.  

Playfully, he pinched his wife's arse and said, "Its when nothing else
matters to you except your feelings for someone that completes you.
You...," he pointed, "complete me."

"You mean its like sex, then?"

"No, it's more than that I told you.  Sex is just an act between two
people that have feelings for one another.  Sometimes, the feelings
are just sexual, but when it's right, then there's love. And, love is
the most beautiful thing in the world."

"I know," she said. "Sex is the culmination of love."

He rubbed his hand over her swollen stomach, while kissing her lips
softly.  He eased his hand down to her tiny juncture.  She was such a
petite woman, yet the protrusion of his unborn child distorted her
perfect body.  She looked more beautiful than ever.  

Understanding the spiritual healing, he was accepted by something,
surrounded by love, and taken to a higher plain of existence.  The
cycle of life was complete.  There were no words for love, only
actions, reactions and consequences.  It was almost orgasmic and
completely different from anything that anybody could possibly have
imagined.

Copyright Hawk Richards.  You may not sell this story for any monetary
value.

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