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Ranger
by Aquarius (aquarius@gmail.com)

***

A married professional woman meets a man she never 
expected to find more desirable than her husband while 
on vacation. She becomes infatuated with his memory 
until one day weeks later a chance meeting leads to a 
night on white satin – and forever. (MF, wife, cheat, 
rom)

***

I.

Bonnie Richardson with her doting husband Mike of 
seventeen years and two teen age children, Ken sixteen, 
and Debbie fourteen were on a long awaited vacation to 
the Rocky Mountains. This was far different than the 
usual vacations of the past, the Ozarks of Missouri or 
Lake Michigan or some resort on Lake Erie. The highest 
hills near their home in the suburbs of Kansas City were 
the Flint Hills of Riley County, Kansas, and those were 
still a day's drive west from Kansas City. 

Mike spared no expense this year, he bought a four-wheel 
drive Chevrolet Trail Blazer, which the dealer assured 
him could go anywhere short of up a wall. Of course the 
guy was kidding, but he made a sale. Also, Mike bought a 
GPS to use for their off-road excursions through the 
mountains of Colorado. 

Following the GPS, they left the city behind following 
an old mountain road that had once been the road bed for 
a narrow gauge railroad that ran in to the old gold mine 
town of Cripple Creek, now nearly a dead mountain town – 
but not for long.

Mike was elated with the Trail Blazer as he followed the 
old road high in to the Rocky Mountains muddy water from 
puddles from a recent rain poke marked the trail. They 
passed a sign that indicated they had reached the ten 
thousand foot elevation. Then Mike sighted a trail 
branching off from the main road. Pointing at the Forest 
Service trail, number 320A, appeared to have been 
recently cut by the forest service, Mike decided to 
follow it for a distance.

"Now we'll see what this baby will do," said Mike 
feeling giddy with excitement.

Bonnie was trying to follow the map on the GPS and see 
where they were going. She was doing good with the old 
fashion paper type road maps, never mind a GPS. She 
looked at the trail as Mike followed it deep in to the 
forest preserve. "Um, Mike..."

"Wow, check this out guys," said Mike looking everywhere 
but at the trail. "Yeah, honey...?"

"I don't think this trail is on the GPS..."

"Ah, don't be silly... the satellite imagery shows 
everything real-time that's on the ground..."

"Okay...you say so." 

Meanwhile...

One of the things that Dave enjoyed about retirement 
from the Army was retiring in the shadow of the Rocky 
Mountains. The one sport Dave enjoyed most was off-
roading – he owned a big white 1978 GMC K25 Suburban 
with full off-road package that was now more brown with 
mud than white paint. In other words he could, if he 
wanted drive up the reverse side of Pikes Peak with the 
thing.

Early Saturday morning's beginning in March was Dave's 
favorite time to take off for the hills. However, this 
was mid-June and the big Jimmy was packed with tools, 
extra chains, cables, tools and most anything needed to 
get him out of a jam if need be – or in several past 
situations, somebody else. 

Passing a landmark on the road up through the mountains, 
Dave knew without a second look he was somewhere around 
the ten thousand foot elevation. The forest road was mud 
from recent rains. Downshifting he turned right off the 
main forest road and on to a secondary trail that led 
deep in to the forest. The trail was cut two years 
before by the forest service for easier access to the 
more remote parts of the forest. Dave discovered it and 
found the trail more appealing than his old haunts of 
earlier ventures. 

This year, however, there had been more rain than usual 
during the months of May and June; the trail was slick 
with mud and a wash out about three miles in according 
to the guys he knew at the forest service office in the 
city.

Slowing, Dave leaned forward in the seat. "Somebody else 
discovered the trail too. Damn, there goes the 
neighborhood..."

Shifting the transfer case range to low, Dave started up 
the slope and down the other side keeping to the center 
of the trail. Sitting back he followed the trail deep in 
to the area, the tracks showing the other vehicle was 
having problems with traction.

"Oh god another flatlander...wonder what he's driving 
and what kind of tires he got on that thing...?"

Easing up on the accelerator, Dave knew he'd not like 
what he might find further back on the trail.

***

Bonnie watched with nervous concern as Mike attempted to 
free their new Chevrolet Trail Blazer from the wash out 
on the mountain trail. The two children sat in the back 
feeling nervous about being stuck like this in the 
remote mountains and no other people or vehicles for 
hundreds of miles around them. Some friends of theirs at 
school who had been out here the year before told them 
all kind of stories about bears, mountain lions, snakes 
and other creatures of the mountains that would attack 
them. Debbie began to softly cry watching her father 
attempt to back out of the wash, the rear tires making 
an ear splitting screech as the tires spun on the slick 
mud.

Mike bought the Trail Blazer for trips such as this. He 
wanted to be able to get off the main roads and explore 
back mountain trails, old farm roads, and find remote 
fishing holes. He had often dreamt of off-roading, being 
able to be free of paved roads, going places where you 
can't possibly take a car. He'd consumed every edition 
of off-road magazines absorbing the articles and 
fantasizing about going to remote places like the pros 
in those magazines. Now he was stuck in mud up to the 
front fenders and no possible way out.

Bonnie felt tears of fear trickle down her face 
listening to the tires whining as Mike attempted once 
more to back out of the hole; the mid-sized Blazer was 
canted at a bad angle, water from the wash flowing 
around the front end. Mike swore under his breath as he 
opened the door and muddy water surged in around his 
feet washing over his white tennie shoes. Bonnie uttered 
a nervous moan as the dark brown water flowed over the 
center transmission hump and around her feet staining 
her new white shoes.

Mike got out of the SUV for a better look at their 
situation. He was standing leg deep in his new safari 
shorts in the muddy water looking with a sick expression 
at the angle the vehicle had come to rest. Mike stepped 
away from the SUV letting the door slam shut splattering 
water up inside the vehicle.

Bonnie drew in a deep shuttering breath to calm her 
nerves. She looked up to see a large animal, the largest 
cat she had ever seen outside of a zoo striding along 
the road followed by two cubs; the cubs cavorting around 
behind their mother, the great female growling at them 
like any mother would when they were supposed to be on 
serious business – looking for lunch or shelter.

"Mike!" she cried. "Oh my god!"

"Daddy! Behind you!" the children screamed.

Mike was too concerned with the problem of the vehicle 
to notice anything else around them.

"I know, I know..." he said, a trace of anger and fear 
catching his voice. He looked up at his wife's petrified 
look, frantically pointing behind him. Mike turned in 
time to see the large cat looking around then at him. 
"Wha'... OH MY GOD!"

Debbie screamed. The two kids sat nearly frozen in place 
staring in awe at the mountain cougar as it boldly 
approached them from across the washout. But they didn't 
know what it was except it was a big cat.

Mike turned and stumbled over something in the mud and 
water catching himself on the front of the SUV. He 
frantically splashed around a moment then managed to 
climb up on to the hood of the vehicle. 

"Where did that come from?" He asked aloud slipping and 
sliding on the hood trying to get up on to the roof. A 
sound, the sound of another vehicle caught his 
attention. He said with fear: "Don't get out!"

Mike tried to stand up looking back up the road. Hope. 
He listened for a moment hearing the sound of a truck 
engine approaching, the engine growling on the grades. 
Then the front end of a white mud caked truck appeared 
around the bend of the trail.

***
	
Dave down shifted again as he started down the gradual 
grade angled left or west along the side of the mountain 
then slowed the truck to a stop. His worse fears of what 
he'd find were realized.

"What the hell?"

He stared at the back end of a Chevrolet Trail Blazer 
with Kansas plates which told him a lot right there. 
Dave didn't know whether to laugh or feel pity for the 
fool. "Yeah, another fucking flat lander to rescue..."

The SUV set at an angle, front end down in the washout, 
the man; the owner he guessed was standing on the roof 
waving his arms then slipped and fell face down on the 
roof. 

Locking the parking brake and turning the wheels toward 
the inside embankment Dave got out to assess the 
situation. He stopped looking past the SUV across the 
wash at a female cougar and her cubs. "Oops, Mama 
Toofless and her cubs. No wonder..."

Bonnie and the children heard the big truck as it 
stopped some distance back up the road. The driver's 
door on the truck swung open and a tall muscular man got 
out, his eyes hidden by pilot's mirror sun glasses and a 
black western hat. Bonnie could just make out the man 
through the mud splattered rear window. He was wearing a 
sleeveless denim shirt open to mid-chest, dark colored 
jeans and heavy boots. As he walked toward them she saw 
the holstered gun at his waist.

"Stay put," he called to the man frantically attempting 
to keep himself from sliding off the SUV's roof. "Stop 
moving around, you're making the cougar nervous." 

 Bonnie grabbed up the digital cam-corder to begin 
recording this scene; she knew nobody back home would 
believe what was happening unless it had been recorded. 
The camera's audio picked up the conversation and other 
sounds around them as Bonnie prayed the battery didn't 
give out.

"Indiana Jones in Colorado?" said Ken looking over the 
top of his water splattered sunglasses as he stared at 
the holstered weapon and the way the man purposely 
approached the cougar.

Debbie's fears subsided as she watched the man stop at 
the edge of the wash. She felt a flutter inside her as 
she watched him from inside the SUV. "Wonder who he is, 
mama?"

"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough, dear," Bonnie 
assured the girl.

Dave stopped at the edge of the wash, placed two fingers 
in his mouth and whistled.

The cougar looked around, saw Dave and growled. Dave 
laughed lightly then called out: "Come on, Toofless `ole 
girl. You know who it is. Come over here."

Dave stepped in to the swirling mud and water crossing 
to the other side. He stooped and held his hands out to 
the big female. The cougar approached him growling but 
with less force. The cubs hung back cautious of the 
human. Dave knelt with his hands held out to the female. 
The cougar sniffed at his out stretched hands. Satisfied 
by the familiar scent she lay down beside him letting 
him pet her and talk in a soft voice assuring her it was 
all right.

"What's this guy the local cat whisperer?" Ken said 
incredulous of what he was watching pulling the 
sunglasses off.

"Look at him petting the cubs," said Debbie now just as 
awed by the scene as their mother continuing to record 
the scene as it played out across the wash.

Mike clung to the roof of the Blazer awed by what he was 
watching. The other showed no sign of fright or 
hesitation as he softly talked to the big cat and its 
cubs. He petted and cooed to the big cat and the cubs in 
such a way they seemed mesmerized by his voice.

After a few minutes the big cat got to its feet growled 
to the cubs and ambled off in to the tree line leading 
the cubs to higher ground. The man watched the cougar 
for a moment before standing. Turning he gestured to the 
guy clinging to the roof of the SUV to get down.

"It's all right now, I just felt her stomach, she and 
the cubs just had lunch a short while ago."

Dave crossed the wash stopping to look at the Trail 
Blazer and bad situation the family had gotten 
themselves in.

"You – you, talk to the animals?" Mike asked the other 
amazed by what he'd just seen.

Dave chuckled as he pulled the sun glasses off meeting 
the other's awed expression. "No. I just know old 
Toofless and her brood. Just over grown house cats."

"He calls them over grown house cats?" said Ken a trace 
of incredulousness to his voice. 

Mike slid down from the roof to the ground landing in 
the mud with a splash. "Um, by the way, thanks. Name's 
Mike Richardson. My wife Bonnie, daughter Debbie and son 
Ken."

Mike gestured back to the SUV and the others still 
remaining inside the vehicle. He noticed the woman; 
Bonnie had a video camera to her face recording what was 
happening.

"Dave." Dave took another minute to study the condition 
of the stuck SUV. He shook his head again. His gaze 
swept over Richardson noting the mud stained golfer's 
shirt and safari shorts and tennie shoes: wrong outfit 
for the mountains. Turning his attention back to the 
SUV, he said: "Well first off, Mr. Richardson..."

"Oh, Mike."

"Um, Mike. Yeah, well what I can see you got on there 
for tires are all wrong for mountain terrain. Those are 
street tires. The least you need are mud and snow tires 
for the traction."

"Oh? Well the dealer..." Mike stopped short at a curt 
look from Dave.

"Yer, kidding? Right?"

Dave turned away from Mike. He had a bad feeling about 
this situation. He walked around the stuck SUV seemingly 
studying it from all angles first. He looked over the 
edge of the trail to a creek five hundred feet below 
through a copse of trees growing along the edge of the 
cliff. Dave returned to where Mike was standing watching 
the other. He let Dave figure out the best way to pull 
the Trail Blazer out of the mud without it going over 
the cliff in to the creek.

Bonnie continued recording through the mud splattered 
windows; she focused on "Dave" as he talked to Mike 
about what had happened and the best way to get the SUV 
out of the wash. Something stirred in her as she zoomed 
in on Dave for a minute. There was something about him 
that she liked on first sight. For a mere moment she 
could not help but wonder if he had a woman in his life. 
Oh certainly he did – he had to have someone. A man like 
him just does not live alone without some form of female 
companionship. Glancing back at her daughter, she 
noticed Debbie was intent on him too. Her young girl's 
eyes were wide with wonder and interest in the man.

It was obvious to Bonnie; Dave had a "take charge" way 
of getting things done. He walked back in to the wash, 
water and mud splashing around his legs to the SUV to 
look inside. Bonnie wondered for a second what Dave was 
looking at then realized it was the shifters.

Dave took the sun glasses off as he looked around the 
interior. Their eyes met for a brief breath. His eyes 
were pale blue, cold as ice, she felt a chill at first 
then a heat coursed through her: his eyes seemed to look 
through her. The man's eyes took in Bonnie's very blue 
ones then in a single sweep his gaze dropped down over 
her slight figure that could have made her pass for a 
young eighteen year old girl just out of high school – 
yet, she had had two children: The young girl in the 
back caught his attention for a moment. She allowed a 
slight smile her dimples evident as her face turned red 
with shyness.

Dave pulled his gaze away from Bonnie to look back at 
Mike with a scowl:

"Um, Mike, do you know how to use the four-wheel 
selector for the transfer case?"

"Oh, um, I should have...?" Mike felt a bit confused by 
the question.

"Yeah." Dave stepped back from the vehicle. "You read 
the owner's manual?"

"Um, yeah the owner's manual. Why?" Mike seemed 
perplexed by the question. Then Dave muttered: "Oh 
boy..." and a few choice unspoken remarks.

Dave put the sunglasses back on hiding his expression of 
disgust. He finally had Bonnie and the kids get out of 
the SUV and move off to the other side of trail out of 
the way. He gestured to the opposite side of the trail 
and the tops of the trees. "I don't know if you noticed, 
but there's a five hundred foot drop to a creek below 
through those trees. Nothing to stop you until you hit 
bottom..."

Bonnie felt a cold chill slide over her body as she 
stepped to the edge of the trail to see a glint of sun 
light through the canopy of the trees reflecting off the 
water below. Bonnie glanced back at Dave as he looked 
over the rear of the Blazer. He was making comments to 
Mike which she understood to mean, the vehicle lacked 
certain essential recovery equipment. 

Debbie stood to the side with her brother watching the 
stranger as he discussed the recovery with her father. 
The stirring began again as she watched the stranger. 
Debbie liked what she saw, she knew it was supposed to 
be wrong for young girls her age to be infatuated with 
older men, and older men to be interested in young 
girls, but her young girl's sexual awakening was 
beginning as she hung around some of the boys from 
school. A couple had designs on her already. One of them 
had already taken the liberty of feeling her up and 
getting his hand up her dress to feel her childhood 
virginity. She felt a wetness between her legs as she 
watched the stranger take charge of getting the Blazer 
out of the hole.

As Dave began giving them explicit instructions on what 
he was going to do and how he was going to do it, his 
gaze shifted to Bonnie – a gorgeous young blonde of 
medium height, nice small breasts – which he liked, a 
slender waist, nice slender shapely legs, nicely tanned 
all over. She was wearing a blue halter top that showed 
off nicely her cleavage and breasts, her nipples 
appeared hard tenting the fabric, white linen shorts and 
white tennie shoes that were now brown from the mud. The 
daughter was a miniature of her mother; both nice, he 
liked what he saw. 

In short, a single phrase crossed his mind: A desirable 
woman.

For a second he thought: God, I'd like to fuck her...

Debbie watched as Dave moved about preparing his 
equipment to pull the SUV out of the wash. Her father 
merely stood to the side watching. The girl liked what 
she saw; she caught her mother watching him as she 
recorded what Dave was doing. She wondered what her 
mother was really thinking and if she had ideas about 
Dave like she had.

Debbie thought for a moment: Of course Mom does. I know 
other men find her desirable too. Would she let him...?

Mike's eyes kept dropping to the holstered weapon and 
brace of knives and flash light at Dave's waist. 
Studying the man a moment he had the impression that 
Dave would not be somebody to fool with, but somebody to 
have at your back in a tight situation. 

Shifting his attention back to Mike, Dave asked: "Any 
questions?"

"Um, no. No."

Dave walked back to his truck the engine still idling. 
Climbing in Dave turned the massive truck around on the 
narrow trail and backed it down to within a few feet of 
the SUV. Within a short time Dave had a set of chains 
hooked to the back of the Trail Blazer and to his Jimmy 
in an X- configuration called: a combat-draw. Cables 
were run out from the front end and hooked to the 
sturdiest trees he could find. On Dave's instructions 
Mike climbed back into the SUV started the engine but 
put it in neutral. All he had to do was hold the 
steering wheel steady as Dave with his truck did all the 
work.

During all this Bonnie continued to focus on Dave. She 
felt a stirring within her she had not felt since she 
was a young girl infatuated with an older guy-six years 
her senior in their neighborhood. She was no older than 
Debbie when that affair happened. She closed her eyes a 
minute wondering why the image of that spring afternoon 
would come back to haunt her now.

A girl, a woman, never forgets the guy or man who was 
her first and took her virginity.

A wetness between her legs was beginning to make her 
feel uncomfortable. She stood with her legs tight 
together hoping there would be no visible wet spot 
between her legs. 
 
Within a short time the SUV was out of the wash and 
turned around. 

Before they left to return to "civilization" Bonnie was 
able to get some final minutes before the batteries 
died.

*** 

The Richardson family returned to the city, their trip 
in to the mountains ruined by getting stuck. Mike 
stopped at a full feature car wash to wash the Trail 
Blazer and get as much of the mud out of the interior.

He was talking to one of the attendants and mentioned 
"Dave" who rescued them. The attendant, a young college 
age girl laughed and said: "Oh, you met the Ranger."

"The Ranger?" Bonnie repeated. "Is he a ranger? I 
mean..."

"Nick name," the girl told them a dreamy look had come 
to her eyes as she related to them what little she knew 
of Dave. "He knows the mountain parks almost as well as 
the forest service. They have a problem; they call on 
him for help."

The answer gave Bonnie some "food" for thought later. 
But now was not the time for illicit feelings for a 
strange man she'd only met and may well never meet 
again. At least, she mused, in this life time.

***

When they returned to Kansas City, they had their 
friends over for a barbeque and to show them the 
pictures of the vacation. Her best friend Tina was awe 
struck by the scenes of the recovery of the Trail 
Blazer. Bonnie noticed Tina shifting her legs as she 
watched the "Ranger", Dave – and she never did get his 
last name – as he took charge of the recovery operation.

"My god, Bonnie," Tina said under her breath. "I have 
never seen a man like him before...he is hot!"

"Except the movies or those body builders..." Bonnie 
suggested. "I know."

"That's all put on and fake," Tina reminded her. "But 
this guy is... all natural. Damned he's nice..."

Bonnie felt the stirring and wetness between her legs 
again as she watched Dave move with assured casualness, 
cables, chains and other equipment was handled with a 
natural familiarity only he knew.

Those eyes, those pale blue eyes haunted her dreams. She 
dreamt of letting him have his way with her. She would 
wake up in a cold sweat. It was too soon in her life to 
have hot-flashes – it had to be the memory of Dave.

"God what would it be like...?"


II.

A month later, close to August Bonnie had to go back 
west again, same city for a week-long meeting at an 
aeronautics company her company had a contract with to 
supply certain material for a critical government 
contract. 

When she arrived at the airport and the plane was 
taxiing toward the terminal she realized she was looking 
at the same range of mountains where Mike had gotten 
their SUV stuck to the front fenders and "Dave" happened 
along to rescue them. She felt that special tingling and 
heat between her legs again remembering Dave and those 
pale blue eyes that seemed to look through her yet in an 
instant also seemed to have undressed her to take her 
right there on that mountain trail.

A courtesy van from the company met the group she was 
with to take them first to the motel then to the 
facility where the meetings were to take place. A short 
time later they arrived at the facility and had to pass 
through security. Once inside the spacious well-
appointed lobby they gathered around the reception 
counter to be signed in and get their temporary security 
passes from the company security detail.

The group lined up in front of the reception desk where 
the guards put everyone's information in to the company 
security data base and issued the badges. Bonnie waited 
as her information was processed then given a badge and 
given a packet with information she would need for the 
week. Then above the low ebb of noise and talk a 
familiar voice caught Bonnie's attention. She looked 
around then saw him standing at the opposite end of the 
counter with a security guard supervisor and a 
department manager. His voice carried over everyone else 
as he snapped out orders to someone over a radio hand 
set.

"Dave..." she said under her breath. "Dave works here?"

Bonnie studied Dave from her vantage point at the end of 
the counter. He looked totally different without the 
black western hat, jeans and cut off shirt, and sans the 
weapon. If it had not been for the commanding tone of 
his voice, she would not have recognized him. She 
allowed the shadow of a smile at the memory of that 
afternoon in the mountains. Even here he displayed the 
trait of "take charge". The mangers seemed to defer to 
him on some situation. 

Bonnie moved away from the counter standing to the side 
as the others were processed in. Finally Dave signed off 
on the radio, closed and zipped shut a binder, said 
something to the security supervisor and turned away 
from them. Bonnie took the opportunity to intercept him 
as he crossed the lobby toward a set of security doors 
and three uniformed guards who recognized Dave on sight.

"Dave?" she called to him. "Hello. I don't know if you 
remember me..."

Dave stopped short. He said with a question to his 
words: "Bonnie? Bonnie Richardson?"

"Absolutely." Holding her small delicate hand out to 
him, she said: "Different than the last time we met."

Bonnie winced as Dave grasped her smaller hand in a 
friendly grasp, but a grasp that also suggested his take 
charge attitude which she had just watched from across 
the lobby. 

Dave allowed the ghost of a smile to Bonnie that 
evaporated before she realized it was gone. "Yes. 
Anyway, quite a coincidence meeting you here. Here for 
the conference I suppose?"

"Yes." Dave stood close enough to her that she could 
read his security badge: David R. Morgan. Now she knew.

They were interrupted by someone from her group asking 
about directions to a certain conference room.

Dave pointed to the three uniformed company guards: 
"Security is supposed to provide the escorts to get 
everyone to the right conference rooms, sir"

He pointed to the guards who checked the packets and had 
them wait until the others joined them.

Bonnie took a chance: "Where's Mount Princeton?" She 
held out her packet for Dave to see the name of the 
conference room. She wanted to have a chance to talk to 
him for a few more minutes and be close to him. There 
was an aurora about him that seemed to draw her to him. 
She felt like fourteen again as she stood close to him. 

"Second floor. Come on, I have to go that way, I'll take 
you. Crisis management. I usually have to play escort 
around here half the time..."

As they barged through the security doors to the 
interior of the facility, Bonnie asked: "Mind if I ask 
you what you do here?"

"Tech support – and jack of all trades too, yet don't 
ask me to fix a computer, not my echelon, that belongs 
to the IT folks. But don't tell them I've done it on the 
sly a few times."

She grinned trying to imagine Dave Morgan fixing 
someone's computer.

"Me too. Haven't a clue and that's what I do for a 
living." Bonnie grinned at the idea. 

She followed him up a flight of stairs to the second 
level and down a long corridor that seemed to stretch in 
to forever. People passing them said "Hi" to him or one 
manager stopped him to ask him a question. Dave was 
recognized by nearly everyone they met in the corridor. 

Then from an intersecting corridor three girls entered 
the main corridor, they said: "Hi, Dave..." in a 
tinkling tone with broad smiles and waves of their 
fingers.

Bonnie looked after the three girls as they descended a 
flight of stairs toward the lobby.

"Everyone seems to know you," said Bonnie as they 
stopped at the conference room door.

"Job." He watched as the three girls walked toward the 
stairwell. "Oreo sisters."

"Who?"

"Oreo sisters: Two brunettes and a blonde." He turned 
back to Bonnie. "I'm the one who makes things happen 
around here," he told her matter-of-factly. 
"Troubleshooter, the answer man, you name it." 

Dave recalled that Saturday afternoon when he first saw 
Bonnie. He liked what he saw now. He finally asked in a 
self-assured tone: "What are you doing this evening 
after the meetings?"

Bonnie was mildly surprised that he would ask her out. 
Seemed a bit forward but then she would not have 
expected anything else. She said glancing left to right: 
"Mm, nothing. Supper of course. I know the others have 
plans to go to a local restaurant and cocktail lounge 
afterward."

"My treat. Supper after the meetings?" The offer left 
her no choice.

"Yes. Yes, I'd like that."

They set a time and Bonnie gave Dave the hotel she was 
staying at and room number; Dave went back to what he 
was doing leaving Bonnie at the conference room door 
watching after him as he turned a corner into a second 
intersecting corridor his radio beeped for his attention 
he took the radio out from its carrier to answer another 
call.

Just then she could hear the others approaching down the 
corridor. She wondered for a moment: "Why do I feel like 
a young girl on her first date with the captain of the 
football team?"


III.

Bonnie returned to the hotel less than an hour ahead of 
Dave arriving to pick her up. The meeting went on longer 
than expected, no thanks to a couple people with more 
questions than necessary for a planning meeting.

She had come prepared for a group type after meeting 
supper and drinks, not meeting Dave Morgan here. Bonnie 
rushed back to the hotel to get ready for the dinner-
date. She selected a lacy beige bra and matching lace 
panty, no hose. The dress was a form-fitting sleeveless 
pastel green dress with front buttons that was six 
inches above the knees – a cute mini-dress. Bonnie 
looked the dress over then decided against the beige bra 
for a black one; then she selected a matching black silk 
panties. 

She had a white linen jacket to go with the dress and 
the white pumps. A simple gold chain and pink pearls and 
matching earrings topped off the ensemble. Maybe later 
she'd take the jacket off. She felt daring tonight. 
Something about Dave Morgan made her recall her first 
time dating in junior high. This felt like the first 
time when her parents finally let her go out on a date 
by herself. They didn't know at the time the guy was six 
years her senior. 

Then Bonnie looked at the wedding ring on her left hand. 
She had a sense of guilt wash over her; she had never 
done anything like this in all her years of marriage. 
She knew Mike never did, he just was not the type. In a 
sense of quilt, she took the ring off putting it in her 
suit case.

"Just tonight," she said to herself as she locked the 
suit case. "See what comes of this night... maybe Dave 
is the type, I don't know. Am I the type?"

She looked in the mirror one last time and fixed the 
front of the dress so it was open enough if he wanted or 
had the opportunity to look down its front at her 
breasts and the black bra he could. 

She stepped off the elevator into the lobby just as Dave 
entered past the reception desk.

Dave was in a black three piece business suit, opposite 
what she expected. He carried a black western hat, 
cleaner than the one he wore that day in the mountains. 
Their eyes met across the lobby. Dave liked what he saw 
as Bonnie crossed the lobby to him; Bonnie in turn was 
pleasantly surprised that Dave dressed up as if he was a 
businessman; he could fit in with her crowd with no 
problem.

"There's a good restaurant not far down the highway," he 
suggested, gesturing to the entrance and a car parked in 
the portico.
	
Bonnie agreed and they walked back outside, Dave leading 
her to a car that appeared nearly new, a 2005 Buick Park 
Avenue.

Bonnie was surprised a second time. She asked, as Dave 
opened the door for her: "No truck?"

Dave allowed a halfway smile. "Just work and the 
weekends."

They arrived at the restaurant where he had made 
reservations that morning. The restaurant was not 
crowded as it was it being a Monday and the only 
customers were a few out of town business people.

Afterward Dave took Bonnie to a pub type bistro for 
coffee and pastry. 

Bonnie picked at her rum cheese cake for a minute, 
lifting her eyes she asked Dave: "Mind if I ask do you 
do this often?"
	
Dave shook his head in silence. "Not as often as I used 
to – that is, some years ago."

Bonnie slightly lifted her eyes to regard the man known 
as the Ranger. For the mere moment she wondered what 
he'd be like in bed. She never in her married life had 
or felt illicit thoughts of stepping out on Mike, but 
she knew for the moment she was at a cross-roads in her 
life. She liked the way Dave looked and she liked his 
mannerisms.

She remembered for the moment that day in the mountains 
when their eyes met but for a fleeting instant, it 
seemed as if a message passed between them they liked 
what they saw in each other and what the other was like.

Dave grinned then said in a quiet tone, more a statement 
than a question: "Expecting the Indiana Jones type?"

Bonnie blushed a pale pink: "Noticed that in me?"

Dave grinned a minute. "Yes."

They were quiet for a moment then he said: "Not anxious 
to get back to the room are you?"

She shook her head, her blonde hair swishing back and 
forth in a way that he liked. 

Dave in turn felt the stirrings of a hard on as he would 
meet Bonnie's eyes, a deep blue that he liked and seemed 
to take her in in a single sweep. He recalled his first 
thoughts as he met Bonnie's very blue ones then in a 
single sweep his gaze dropped down over her slight 
figure that could have made her pass for a young 
eighteen year old girl just out of high school. 

Bonnie looked in to his eyes, the pale blue, cold as 
ice, she recalled feeling a chill at first then a heat 
course through her veins: his eyes seemed to caress her 
being, it was almost at that moment he was undressing 
her and having his way with her. She felt that familiar 
stirring between her legs, an itching that she wondered 
if he could satisfy her; her nipples hardened, the 
material formed a slight tent over each one. She knew he 
could not miss the inviting sight just as she could not 
miss the nice erection he was getting just then. She 
mused with a smile: Of course he would.


IV.
	
Within a few minutes they were driving across town to 
the main park. She didn't want to go back to the room 
just yet; she wanted to see where this evening would 
lead. Dave parked among the other cars and helped her 
out. As she swung her legs out Dave was treated to a 
nice view of her thighs as the dress rode up her shapely 
legs nearly to her waist and the little panty.

As they walked toward a broad man-made lake she found 
herself holding hands with him, a gesture that she never 
did before with a man other than her husband. She liked 
the feel of his strong hands calloused from work, 
something other than swinging a golf club and the 
occasional workout at the community fitness center. 

They stopped at the shore line looking west toward the 
mountains. A small sail boat passed then the people 
waving to them in passing. They waved back. As they put 
their hands down they clasped hands. The grasp and 
slight squeeze sent another thrill through her. They 
looked over the tranquil scene a minute longer, his eyes 
seemed to be assessing her, she felt his eyes resting on 
her slight figure, glimpsing the nice sight of her 
breasts down the open front of the dress.

As she was gazing off into the distance he slipped his 
arm about her waist turning her around to face him. His 
hand slid over her back and down over her butt and the 
distinct outline of her panty. Since she had married 
seventeen years ago, no man had ever touched her. This 
night was becoming a night of first times for Bonnie. 

Dave held her secure in his arms; a warmth washed over 
her; she drew in a breath to steady her nerves as he 
slid his hand across her waist and lower to feel the 
faint out line of her little bikini panty. He eased 
himself around her until he was standing behind her, 
drawing her back to himself until her backside was 
pressing against his waist and the distinct form of his 
thick erection.

The top of her head came to his chin. He lowered his 
lips to kiss the top of her head and the golden tresses. 

For the moment she was unsure what to do. Her husband 
had never done anything like this after they were 
married. Sex between them in recent years had become a 
"cut and dried" thing that left her unfulfilled after 
Debbie was born. Mike satisfied himself now by trying to 
be the hero of the family; but that didn't exactly work 
out this summer as he found out.

The feel of Dave's hard thick cock in her back started 
to turn her on, it's thickness reminded her of the first 
time when she let herself be seduced and taken by that 
guy who was much older than her. The old saying of: "A 
girl never forgets the guy who took her virginity" was 
true, she never forgot him; she let herself go and he 
took her on their second date.

Dave slid his hands around to her front side his hands 
seemingly following the outline of her panty, stopping 
short of pressing the dress against the tender vee 
between her legs. He was able to look down the front of 
her dress at her nice breasts and the nipples which were 
nice and hard. He liked what he saw; he had her where he 
wanted her. He felt a stirring himself, a stirring that 
threatened to overwhelm him. He said in a soft voice: 
"Like that – what I am doing?"

Bonnie moaned under her breath as she felt his hands 
moving over here body in such a way that she felt as if 
she would melt in his arms. Her mind was a tangled mess 
as she gave in to Dave's advances. She had never felt 
this way since her first time when she gave herself to 
him – now so many years ago.

She looked around to see if anyone was watching them. 
She allowed a soft moan as she finally gave in to the 
moment turning to face him. With slow movements Bonnie 
rubbed herself against his hardness. Her mind was 
telling itself this should not be, but her body wanted 
it, needed the feeling, it made her feel good inside 
that she could still sexually turn on another man with 
her body. Her eyes showed she felt the stirring of her 
feminine juices, she was seeping as she moved her hips. 
Her mind was in turmoil, she could hardly stop herself, 
the feel of another man's hardness; one that responded 
to her sexual gestures was more than Dave could stand as 
he held her close to his hardness.

Bonnie turned herself around to face Dave, her hips 
pressed against his, she slowly rubbed herself against 
his hips savoring the feel of his hard on against her.

"This isn't supposed to be, you know," she whispered 
just as softly putting her arms about his neck. "I – I 
can't help it..."

Dave knew he had succeeded as Bonnie slowly rubbed her 
hips against him. She pressed herself against him as 
their lips slowly met and she moved with a slowness that 
nearly drove him over the edge. He wanted her body now. 

"Sssh, Bonnie, Sssh, just let yourself go and enjoy what 
you're doing."

Dave met Bonnie's pressure against him then it was 
almost as if he were taking her for a ride. He looked 
around for a moment to see if anyone was near them as he 
moved his hips with hers. Strangely, most of the people 
were on the far side of the lake for the moment.

Bonnie laid her head against his chest, her nice small 
breasts pressed against his chest; she sensed Dave was 
enjoying himself. 

She met his rhythm, the stirring inside her quickly 
became a storm of unmet passion: "Dave, I – I feel like 
I'm going to come." 

"Don't," Dave said, sternly. "Stop and let yourself cool 
down."

Bonnie looked up at him bewildered. 

Dave looked in to Bonnie's very blue eyes and said 
quietly: "Let's take this somewhere that's quiet and no 
one to bother us."

They smiled together. Bonnie said in to his mouth as 
they kissed: "My motel room."
	
He smiled slightly as he led her back to the car. He 
would pick up where he was leaving off with her.

However, Bonnie began to have second thoughts as they 
drove across town back to the motel. She suddenly 
wondered what he would be like in bed. A cold chill 
swept over her as she looked ahead at the tail lights in 
front of them. Her thoughts were in a tangle: "What am I 
getting myself into? This is supposed to be wrong; I am 
a married woman – and yet, look at how I am acting..."

Other thoughts crowded in to her mind that she had not 
had a good time like this in years from a man; her own 
husband in most ways had become inattentive and less 
than motivated in bed. Besides, she reasoned: he'd never 
know what she did at times like this. And now, she was 
about to give herself to this man, basically a stranger 
and let him do what he pleased with her. 

She was still on the "pill"; good thing too so it really 
didn't matter what she did now.

Dave had to concentrate on his driving as Bonnie lifted 
the fold down console out of the way and moved across 
the seat to sit beside him; her body was nearly a 
distraction. At a stop light he glanced down at her 
legs, the dress had parted and slid up her legs allowing 
him a nice look at her fine legs. For the moment he 
wondered what color her panty was: he knew the bra was 
black lace.

Bonnie finally let herself go. She had crossed that hair 
fine line of her life and there would be no going back. 
She made the decision this would be her affair for all 
time now.

Looking straight ahead, Bonnie began to feel brave, 
unmitigated, she asked: "Like what you see? It's yours 
tonight." Then she looked at Dave: "I'm yours tonight, 
Dave, whatever you want to do to me..."

Dave grinned slightly as he slipped his hand up her 
dress sliding it between her legs; she spread her legs 
enough to let Dave reach her most precious jewel, to 
caress her panty clad pussy. The feel of moistness 
between her legs told him she was willing to let him 
have her that night.

Dave had a helluva hard-on when they arrived at the 
motel. 

Dave managed to open the door to her room and move 
Bonnie inside the room; close the door, lock it, and 
steer her toward the bed. He helped her take the jacket 
off laying it across the dresser then he took his off 
tossing it with hers. Bonnie turned, a gleam in her eyes 
she reached up to loosen his tie slipping it off and 
tossing it aside. He glanced down at her breasts which 
were nice and full and firm; the outline of the lacey 
bra she wore had been concealed by the jacket. Bonnie 
saw that he was checking her out; she smiled knowingly 
as she stood on her toes again to kiss him, her tongue 
sliding in his mouth with no effort.

"Mine," she mused as he held her small body against his. 
"No one will ever know."

Then she unbuttoned his shirt with slow gestures running 
her small hands over his chest, opening another until 
she was gazing at the thick mat of hair on his chest 
then she opened the cuff links at his wrists and helped 
him off with the shirt tossing it aside with their 
jackets.

"Don't need that now, do you?" She asked in a sultry 
tone. 

Dave merely shook his head.

Bonnie moved into Dave's arms as he kissed sweet honey 
lips. Pressing herself against his chest he slipped an 
arm about her feeling the silken smooth bare skin of her 
back through the thin material. Their mouths sealed in a 
deep passionate kiss. 

"Do I please you?" She asked as their mouths broke from 
a long lingering kiss as his hands moved along the front 
of her dress, feeling the gentle swell of her small pert 
breasts.

The question made him feel good about her. She was a 
beauty.

"Yes," he said brushing her golden hair aside nuzzling 
her neck. "A beauty..."

He felt the buttons; the first three or four were open 
then he began loosening the next one after those that 
was undone. His fingers maneuvered the small pearl 
buttons opening the dress. Seems she favored dresses or 
outfits that buttoned down the front except for work, 
which suited him just fine.

The phrase: 'A beauty' suddenly meant more to her than 
anything else at that moment.

Dave held her for a moment then slid a hand along the 
small form of her breast filling the nice small bra. He 
fondled and caressed the small pear shape of her breast 
feeling the small nub of her erect nipple pressing 
against the silken material. 

Within seconds they were deep in a passionate kiss as he 
was busy unbuttoning the dress. Dave reached the belt to 
loosen it the dress fell open giving him access to her 
breasts and hips clad in the thin dark nylon and lace 
bikini panty. He drew in a sharp breath. Bonnie was 
wearing the sheer black bra, the rose bud nipples of her 
breasts barely but tantalizingly shone through the thin 
dark lace. 
 
Bonnie stood before him for his pleasure. She never 
thought she could say the words, but she did: "Take me 
now, Dave I'm yours, you can have me."

Dave stopped long enough to gaze in to Bonnie's very 
blue eyes to see she was ready for him.

She said in a small voice: "I've been on the pill; 
there's no danger there." She paused then said leaving 
no doubt in Dave's fogged mind: "I want you, Dave. I'm 
yours tonight..."

There was no comment necessary to that, he merely 
savored the site of the sheer black bra and the shadow 
of her hard erect rose bud nipples tenting the thin 
fabric.

Dave turned her toward the bed laying her on her back 
the dress opened exposing the bra and panty; he began 
kissing her down her chest, pulling the lace of the bra 
from her breasts he lightly pinched and fingered her 
turgid nipple, kissing it, licking, sucking as he 
fingered her seeping pussy. He moved down from her 
breast kissing her down to her stomach and hips.

Bonnie softly moaned with the passion that over took 
her. In the seventeen years of marriage she had never 
felt like this, Mike never did this to her. She wanted 
more; she was like a person thirsting for more water, 
wanting more. She kissed his head, his shoulders, his 
chest. They went at each other like two love sick teen 
agers anxious to get it on for the first time. He had a 
hand on her breast fondling that full firm form; at the 
same time he fingered the small erect rose bud nub of 
her nipple with his forefinger.

His left hand moved over the form of her hips and then 
between her legs. She opened her legs in submissiveness 
giving him access to her throbbing pussy, wet with her 
seeping love juices. He felt her juices wetting her 
panty, his mind a whirl as he cupped her pulsing young 
pussy, caressing it, fondling it, molesting her. He knew 
she was ready for him, but prolonged the moment. He 
slipped his hand under the lace waist band of the little 
panty feeling the triangle of downy softness of the 
moist sandy hair between her legs.

Dave boosted himself up to look down into her eyes as he 
felt the small swollen nub of flesh that was her erect 
clit begging for his attention. He fingered the nub of 
flesh bringing a sharp moan from her; she bucked her 
hips as Dave gently fondled her, the moan quickly turned 
to a cry of passion, she arched her back crying again as 
her first orgasm hit her like a flash of lightening. 
 
Dave smiled at her as he felt her first love juices 
flood on to his fingers in a surge. He enjoyed it as he 
brought Bonnie to her first good orgasm like this. He 
continued fingering her as she climaxed with the 
intensity of her first time as a teenager. Bonnie bucked 
her hips more as she savored the feel of Dave's finger 
on her pussy; she enjoyed the feel, knowing it wasn't 
right but she wanted what Dave was doing to her, he was 
filling a needed feeling in her life she only knew once 
before as a teenager when she lost her virginity.

Then in the erotic heat of the moment she felt something 
filling her pussy, it was his middle finger sliding in 
to her pussy. Dave liked the feel of Bonnie's pussy; 
nice and tight, almost virgin as she tightened on him. 
She drew in a deep breath; the thickness of Dave's 
finger filled her moving slowly in and out and going a 
little deeper each time. She responded with a ferocity, 
his finger filling her. Dave molested her clit until she 
came a second time in a multiple orgasm; her hips 
arching; with a strangled cry of passion she let go of 
herself, her love juices surging on to his fingers. 
 
It took him a few more minutes of kissing and feeling 
her up and finger fucking her before she was ready for 
him to go all the way. 

He lowered himself onto her again and brought his lips 
to hers once again. He brought a hand up to cup one of 
her breasts. Her body jerked in response. He pulled his 
tongue from her mouth and lowered it to her alabaster 
white neck, nuzzling it, kissing, softly sucking at its 
G-spot then slowly down to her turgid silk lace covered 
nipple. She sucked in a breath as he sucked in her 
nipple through the lace. His hand squeezed and caressed 
her breast and he felt her move in excitement. He moved 
his mouth to the other breast and worshiped that one as 
well. 

Bonnie wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him up 
to her mouth. 

"T – This is all new," she whispered to him, then drove 
her tongue in to his mouth, hungry for what he had that 
she suddenly wanted and willing to give up to him.

Dave felt the thrill of her tongue slid across the roof 
of his mouth. 

The touch of her tongue inside his mouth was 
electrifying as she pulled him down on to her. He lay 
between her open legs, his hard thick malehood pressed 
against her throbbing womanhood: flesh against flesh. He 
began moving himself against her dry fucking her for a 
moment; Bonnie responded with equal arousal moving her 
hips in rhythm with him until she cried out: "Aaaaugh! 
Oh! Yes, yes, Dave... please, I need you now..."

He kissed her down from her face, neck and breasts. Dave 
paused at her breasts once more to savor the feel and 
silkiness of her young sylvan body. He boosted himself 
up to a front leaning rest position to look down on the 
vision that was Bonnie and he felt an animal arousal 
that was akin to blood lust. 

He shook the thought from his mind. Here he had this 
beauty all to himself for now.

He kissed her down her body to her waist and hips laving 
and literally worshiping this beauty. He paused at the 
waist band of the little bikini panty. He kissed around 
the waist band, then shifting himself he began to kiss 
her waist where the waist band had been.

There was no stopping him now as he pulled the panty 
down from her waist. Bonnie suddenly felt a warmth and 
thrill as her panty was pulled from her: she was now 
vulnerable to this man's lust and desire for her body. 

Dave stopped for a moment to kiss back up to her neck 
and mouth. He pulled the little panty from her tossing 
it aside. Bonnie was now vulnerable to Dave's male lust 
for her body.

She was willing and he was ready; she wanted it then...

He looked up into her eyes as he pushed himself down her 
body. Her eyes got bigger as his mouth neared her 
throbbing pussy. His chin brushed her clit and she 
closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, yessss! Yessss, do it, 
suck my pussy..."

This had only happened to her a couple times in her 
life: the older man and a lover while in college, both 
men ate her out until she thought she was going to pass 
out from the powerful orgasms they had given her.

Her pussy was swollen and outer lips had furled like a 
flower. Dave dragged his tongue along the length of her 
slit and she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up her 
body. He pushed his tongue past her meaty lips and 
opened her up. He molested and ravaged her tender pussy 
with his tongue, Bonnie cried out as her feminine juices 
surged from her pussy for a third time. 
 
Dave felt the gush of moisture wash over his tongue and 
he savored the tangy-sweetness; Bonnie's juices flowed 
on to his tongue in a stream of liquid sweetness. 

God, he mused, her juices are almost as tangy-sweet as a 
virgin's.

He extended his tongue probing her sweet tightness as 
far as it would go in to her pushing it in elucidating 
another cry of pure ecstasy as she cam: her stream of 
feminine juices seemed without end as her hips thrashed 
up and down driving her throbbing pussy into his face. 

Dave did this as she reached down running her fingers 
through his hair. He had a feeling that if he stopped 
she would grab hold and push his face back into her. He 
saw that her tender clitoris was swollen, peeking out 
from under its little hood. He swept his tongue up and 
took a swipe at the tender nub sending an electrifying 
shock through her. Bonnie cried out again, her juices 
flowing on to his tongue.

He stopped, her juices dripping from his chin and looked 
up at her. Her eyes stared back with a wild intensity. 
She pushed down on his head as he chuckled at her 
insistence. Her small delicate hands were tangled in his 
hair; her breathing deep and intense, her face flushed.

Dave resumed his probing and licking her clit, she 
moaned as if trying to buck him off. He held on to her 
hips and did his best to hold his tongue on that tender 
nub of flesh. He felt her thighs open and close and her 
stomach muscles tightened. He knew she was nearing 
another orgasm on impulse he pulled away. She stared at 
him wildly her mouth worked silently.
 
He knew now was the time to take her for himself, she 
was ready and submissive to him. He pulled himself up, 
loosened his pants, freeing his engorged cock placing it 
at her throbbing opening. He grasped his engorged cock 
rubbing it on her throbbing young pussy: flesh-on-flesh: 
Bonnie drew in a ragged breath feeling the thickness of 
his male hood pressed against her womanhood. She 
couldn't wait any longer, she wanted him inside her.
 
"Take me, make me yours tonight," she begged him.

Dave pushed himself in to Bonnie penetrating her nice 
and tight young pussy. Her mouth opened and she dragged 
in another breath. 

"Gentle, Dave... please, oh! Don't hurt me... it's – 
it's been too long..."

His cock probed the tenderness of her opening, it was 
nice and moist, she was ready for him to take her, to 
possess her, use her for his own pleasure, she was his 
to use as he wanted. He slowly pushed my cock into her 
penetrating her as he lowered his mouth to hers. Bonnie 
moaned as Dave penetrated her, she was now his – even 
for the night. She was nice and tight – almost it seemed 
virgin tight.

Bonnie's pussy was nice and tight, Dave began to slide 
his cock in to her wetness. Her young pussy was like 
slipping his hand in to a tight glove; she thrust her 
hips begging him to go deeper in to her; her pussy was 
nice and tight – tight as a virgin's. He steadily slid 
himself in to her, Bonnie gasped as he went deeper, her 
pussy gripping him as if in desperate need to feel a 
male, any male inside her. She needed what Dave had and 
was willing to let him have what he wanted. He reached 
the depth of her pussy then slowly drew back, stopped 
for but a moment then thrust forward; he slowly thrust 
in and out of her tightness letting Bonnie savor the 
feel of his malehood inside her for the first time. 
 
Oh, yes, she mused to herself, this is what I want... I 
want this, I want him, I need him now...

God, he thought, I can't get over how good and sweet she 
feels; her pussy is so nice to fuck. Almost virgin...

"Oh, sweet heart you are so nice and tight," he told her 
between his own sounds of male lust and desire for this 
beauty. "You're going to be my little Miss Nice and 
Tight, aren't you?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Bonnie cried as she thrust her hips, his 
cock burying itself deep inside her with each thrust. 
 
"You'll come when I call," he told her as he paused for 
a breath his cock deep inside her tightness.

It was wrong but she wanted him now. Dave was giving her 
what she needed that night. She spoke without thinking 
but she would never regret what she felt as his malehood 
filled her.
 
"Yes! Use me, Dave – I'm yours," she cried gripping him 
harder. "Please let me be yours! I need you!"

Dave thrust in and out of her, she moaned loudly as he 
went in deep with each thrust. Then, on impulse, 
something he only did once to a girl and it about drove 
her over the edge nuts: he pulled out of her before 
cumming in her.

"No!" Bonnie screeched at him and pulled on his arm, 
trying to get him back in her. "Don't leave me like 
this, Dave!" She pleaded.

Dave rose up on his knees with a wicked grin then to her 
astonishment he went back down between her legs to her 
sopping wet pussy to take her clit between his lips and 
suck and lick, kiss her until she immediately cam on his 
out stretched tongue. She threw her head back with a cry 
of the lust that consumed her as Dave's tongue molested 
her pussy.

Dave reached up as he sucked on her tender pussy, taking 
her breasts in each hand to gently squeeze them playing 
with them feeling the erotic silkiness of the bra as he 
tongued her. In less than a minute, she reached down and 
slammed his face into her cunt as she shouted: 
"Ohhhhhhhh!" a second time.

Her body flailed about as he held on for dear life. Her 
back arched and her fingers clutched his hair even 
harder. 

Dave felt her body give off a few more shudders as she 
took in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened 
and finally released their death grip on his hair. 
"Aaaagh, oooh, Dave! OOOh -- yes...Yes – yes!"

He quickly moved up her body again, his cock still steel 
spike hard he forcefully thrust it into her again. 
Bonnie cried out as he took her a second time thrusting 
in and out with the force of a trip-hammer. Finally they 
both came together in a torrent of cum. Dave collapsed 
on Bonnie's limp body. Her face was to the side as she 
tried sucking in lungs full of air. He finally moved off 
her, but he did something that always seemed on the thin 
edge of erotic, he'd done it a couple times with another 
lover, Nancy; he slipped his hand down between them to 
Bonnie's pussy to get a dab of her juices on his fingers 
and hold it to her lips. She looked at him a minute 
knowing what he wanted her to do. With a weak smile she 
licked the co-mingled cum juices from his fingers.

"Sweet and salty tasting," she said in a soft voice 
licking his finger again then slid her tongue around her 
lips tasting the cum. "Mmmmmm! I've never done this 
before."

They finished undressing and went to take a shower 
together, something that she had done only once with her 
husband.

This was all new to her, her first time with another man 
that was not her husband. With reluctance and a need for 
each other they finally separated for the night, but not 
forever.
		

V.

Bonnie awoke the next morning near six o'clock. She 
looked around as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. 
Of course Dave was gone, he had to be to work too and 
she had another day of boring meetings that'd make a 
sane person scream, if they bothered to suffer through 
them. She got out of bed, took another quick shower, the 
odor of their sex still filled the room. As she showered 
and quickly dressed in a clean pants suit that defined 
her slender girlish figure she studied herself in the 
mirror one last time, savoring the night of passionate, 
lustful love making. She was just in time to catch the 
customer's company shuttle van to the customer's 
facility.

Near the mid-morning time Dave was in the cafeteria 
drinking Betty's coffee: Betty was the cafeteria cashier 
and chief coffee maker. The old gal knew how to brew a 
pot of coffee. They ever needed to take paint off 
something; her coffee would do the job just fine. Dave 
had a small stack of paperwork spread across the table, 
examining another form and adding his notes to the form. 

Bonnie finally exited the conference room with the queue 
of people. She managed to separate from the group and 
take the stairs to the first floor and the cafeteria. 
She stopped when she recognized Dave by himself with the 
small stack of forms and a large coffee mug within hands 
reach. 

He was concentrating on a form when a hand brushed 
across his shoulder. He looked up and smiled.

Bonnie asked: "Mind if I join you?"

"Sure." Dave pulled the forms in to a pile. "Boss is up 
in Denver and I'm in charge which includes her share of 
the daily paper drill."

"You make a good supervisor," she complimented him.

"Thanks. I've seen her job and I personally don't want 
it."

Bonnie smiled. For a fleeting moment she recalled his 
hard thick cock moving in and out of her ravished pussy 
last night, the feel of his tongue molesting her clit 
and pussy until he brought her to a series of powerful 
orgasms, the like of which she had never experienced 
before.

She looked around then said in the soft voice of a 
conspirator: "I'll be here all week, leaving Friday, 
but..."

She had his attention.

"I can change my flight to Sunday."

By Friday afternoon she was ready for him. She changed 
her flight to Sunday late afternoon. She was able to 
transfer her bags from the van to Dave's car which he 
drove instead of his truck.

Friday was one of those days around there that most 
people chose to leave early. Dave called it a day for 
his day shift people letting them go at three pm. He had 
been anxiously looking at the clock in the office most 
of the afternoon waiting for three, then he waited a few 
more minutes then clocked himself out and out the door 
he went. He stopped in the Men's Locker Room long enough 
to change shirt's, pick up his hand bag and meet Bonnie 
near the guard desk.

He led her out to the parking lot to the car with her 
bags. 

Bonnie was already feeling the age-old itch between her 
legs as they started north on the interstate. She wore a 
loose dark skirt, black pantyhose, and a silver gray 
blouse. She loosened her seat belt slid across the seat 
beside him. It wasn't too much further up the interstate 
that Dave had his hand on her legs and casually sliding 
it under her skirt along her stocking clad leg until he 
could get a glimpse of her nice black clad pantyhose – 
no panty. 

Feeling her face flush Bonnie glanced down to see the 
bulge in Dave's pants. She knew what that meant. Dave 
fingered her little pussy and the nice hard erect clit 
until she was near to a climax. He backed away letting 
her settle down, then do it again taking her close to 
the edge and back off at the last instant. Bonnie 
kneaded Dave's hard cock until he nearly lost it.

He grinned: "Keep that up, babe and I'll find some place 
to pull over and fuck the hell out of you now."

"Oh?" She gave his cock another squeeze. "And what do 
you think you're doing to me?"

 Dave finally spotted the sign for a rest stop. He 
slowed and eventually pulled in and drove to a secluded 
area away from the other cars and people.
		
Bonnie's pulse quickened as she imagined what Dave would 
do to her.

Dave parked in the shade of a large tree over hanging 
the parking lot. Looking to see if anyone else were near 
he reached over to take Bonnie in his arms kissing her 
and forcing her back in the seat. Bonnie moaned as Dave 
began opening the grey pearl buttons of her blouse. Soon 
he had the blouse open and caressing her sides. He slid 
his hand up to cup her breast, the satin and lace, 
feeling the full firmness as he massaged her nipple.

He moved his hand to the hem of the skirt shoving it up 
her legs to feel the wetness of her pussy seeping 
through the nylon of her pantyhose. 

Bonnie felt herself being lowered to the seat and then 
her skirt being gathered up to her hips and black top of 
her pantyhose exposed for his pleasure. Her arms were 
back above her head in a sign of submissiveness. Dave 
grasped the lace waist band to pull the pantyhose off 
her tossing it to the floor. Bonnie watched with awe and 
wonder as Dave opened his pants freeing the length of 
his engorged cock. Flesh met flesh then he drove his 
cock in to her, he thrust in deep and hard bringing a 
cry from Bonnie as he began to pump in and out of her. 
He let out a low moan as he cam in her filling her with 
his creamy male juices.


IV.

They spent a blissful two days sequestered in their 
private love nest. Mid-day Saturday Dave took Bonnie to 
a shopping mall where he took her to an elite woman's 
lingerie store to buy her a dark blue satin chemise and 
shear scanty red mini-baby doll nightie. She was elated 
that a man was taking an interest in her desires.

Bonnie first looked at the blue chemise and said to the 
sales girl, a little beauty herself: "Can I try this on 
for my boyfriend?"

The sales girl glanced at Dave sitting in a show room 
floor chair trying to look like he wasn't all that 
interested but he was twisting the brim of his Stetson 
in agitation. She said: "You think you dare?"

"He's a pussy cat."

The girl thought: "Right, girlfriend and pussy cats get 
horny too..."

Bonnie disappeared in to a dressing room and a short 
time later reappeared in the scanty little blue satin 
chemise. Dave had to compose himself when Bonnie 
strutted across the floor in the chemise and white 
strappy heel shoes.

She turned to the sales girl: "He likes."

They spent a blissful evening and last night together. 
Sunday morning they awoke in each other's arms once 
more, Bonnie's hair rumbled and unkempt, but she still 
looked beautiful to Dave. Bonnie looked in to her 
lover's eyes one last time, she was scribing circles on 
his chest with her finger nail. 

Bonnie finally asked: "It doesn't have to end here does 
it?"

Dave was slowly with just the tips of his fingers 
caressing her back. The little red panty lay on the 
floor with the blue one. Bonnie lay her head on his 
chest softly crying knowing this could be the end – 
tomorrow she would be back in bed with "Mr. Average" – 
if she were lucky.

Dave replied kissing the top of her head: "Not unless 
you want it to."

Bonnie shook her head as she laid her head on his chest. 
"I – I don't know." She was crying. "Dave, I – I don't 
know what to do now." She lifted her head to look at 
Dave again: "You awoke something in me this week that 
I've wanted but never knew was really there."

"You're scared now?" he asked her.

"A little. I've never done anything like this before. 
But I don't think Mike will find out. Since I've been 
married you're my first lover."

Dave smiled. He had to admit it was a fun few days with 
Bonnie. He kissed her and laid her on her back moving on 
to her pinning her down with his weight. He said: "It's 
up to you if you want it to go on – even at arm's 
length."

But Bonnie wanted more of what Dave had to give her.

Within minutes he thrust his cock in to her ravished 
pussy and was making love to Bonnie one last time that 
weekend.


VI.

At the airport she kissed him good-bye with a long 
passionate kiss, tears trickling down her cheeks. 

"You'll miss your flight this way," said Dave as he 
tried turning her toward the line of people queued up 
for the TSA security checks.

"I'll be back," she said tears running down her cheeks 
and a slight hiccup. "I'll be back."

She got into the long line, Dave decided it best to 
leave now before he pulled her out of line and they ran 
off together. Dumb thought, he mused as he walked along 
the concourse. But it had happened time and time again 
to couples like this: they simply disappeared for a 
time. 

Bonnie finally boarded her flight still wishing to stay 
with Dave. He was all the man she wanted and needed. 
That week she learned that he knew how to treat a woman. 
She sat back for the moment thinking: "What is in my 
life now? What do I have that I really need? He 
possesses my body now, can I possess him?"

She reached in her purse to take out a file card with 
Dave's phone number, e-mail address, and address. She 
clutched the card closing her eyes, thinking: "But I 
never got to tell him I love him."

It was near September almost a month since her brief 
love affair started. She and Dave had exchanged e-mails 
and got on the IM on a chat room talking sometimes long 
in to the night.

Dave would tell her in erotic words what he wanted to do 
with her "if" they ever had the chance to get together 
again. 

Bonnie's marriage had returned to normal soon after she 
returned from the business trip.

Mike had not made love to her until almost three days 
later, and Bonnie could not help but compare his 
performance in bed to that of Dave: dull and routine. 
When he finally pulled out of her after a few minutes 
she was left empty and unsatisfied. She had an orgasm 
thinking and dreaming of Dave as he thrust in to her, 
his powerful malehood in her and leaving his thick male 
cream in her. Mike made love to her one time after that 
and she would lie beside him in bed wondering what Dave 
would be like again. She wanted to know.

The two kids were out on dates, obviously getting laid 
somewhere; she put Debbie on the pill that summer so 
there was no need to worry there, just as she stayed on 
the pill herself – no need to worry there either. She 
smiled inwardly wondering what Mike would have done if 
she came home pregnant with Dave's baby: What a thought.

She was watching some inane sitcom that was stupid, her 
mind had drifted then she had a thought. Something she 
had not really put much thought to. She knew Dave 
hesitated making the suggestion of getting together 
again, somewhere. He respected her marriage yet they had 
become lovers: she was a woman in love with another man. 

She glanced over at Mike in his lounge chair reading a 
golfing magazine. Since the fiasco of the trip to 
Colorado and off-roading, he had cooled it on his 
ambitions of off-roading. She was glad she had her own 
car; the inside of the Blazer was still musty smelling 
even though he had it shampooed twice already. It was 
back to golf and golf tournaments.

Bonnie drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, she 
made her decision: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, next week 
I got to go back to Colorado for another short update 
meeting and meet with a few of the software people."

Looking up from the magazine, Mike said: "Next week? Oh 
yeah, that's when the tournament begins. I'll have Angie 
look after the kids that weekend."

Angie was Mike's sister. 

She went into the study, a spare bedroom on the lower 
level that had been turned into a study; she quickly e-
mailed Dave the information, made a date and time to IM 
him to talk to him; easier this way no telephone bill 
with long distance charges to figure out and make alibis 
for. She set her plans in to motion.

She planned to take Thursday and Friday of the next week 
off, made the airline reservations, packed and was ready 
for the day she would leave to meet her lover.

Thursday of the following week did not come fast enough 
for Bonnie. The Saturday before, she went shopping to 
buy a couple sexy outfits, plus a daring white bikini 
for lounging around in his backyard. They had quickly 
come to the decision in a couple IM exchanges to spend 
the time at his place which was less then fifteen 
minutes behind the airport.
	
She had to disguise her enthusiasm as the day 
approached. Her husband on the other hand was reading 
and listening to the sports reports about the upcoming 
golf tournament. That suited her just fine.

Once on the plane Thursday late morning she settled in 
to her seat and realized the plane was not full; just 
about everybody on the plane had a seat to themselves. 
She looked around a minute no one was especially paying 
attention to each other. The flight attendant walked 
along the isle checking everyone then continued to her 
seat for take-off. 

She looked out the small window with visions of Dave 
making love to her that night, his strong muscular body 
pining her to the bed. Her juices seeped wetting her 
little panty – it was to be for Dave to take off her. 
She could almost feel his fingers grasping the waist 
band of the thong pulling it down her kegs and tossing 
it aside and driving his engorged cock deep in to her 
throbbing pussy, his malehood inside her pumping in and 
out of her bringing moans and cries of passion from her. 

The flight attendant interrupted her musings. Bonnie 
bought a beer and snack and settled back in her seat 
again staring out the Plexiglas window at the tops of 
the clouds as the plane winged its way west toward her 
lover.

After a few minutes she returned to her visions of her 
lover sucking, licking, kissing her throbbing pussy; the 
vision was so real she felt the wetness seeping from 
her. In an unconscious move she rubbed her legs 
together. She looked around again to see if anybody were 
paying attention. She took down a blanket acting as if 
she didn't bother to bring a sweater. She sat with the 
blanket spread over her and pulled up to her chin. She 
huddled down in her seat, her hands up her skirt slowly 
rubbing her hands through the satin material of the 
little panty, slowly up and down along her pussy, her 
finger gently caressing her sensitive clit. 

Bonnie grit her teeth as she imagined Dave doing this to 
her, molesting her clit, sucking on her nipples and 
breasts. She worked her finger inside the little bikini 
thong she bought especially for Dave to take off her. 
She slid her hand over the downy soft thatch of hair 
between her legs and into her pussy. Finally she felt 
the tingling sensation of her love juices seeping from 
her pulsing pussy, she gritted her teeth and stuffed a 
corner of the blanket in her mouth as she suddenly 
climaxed.

"Ooooo, yessss," she softly moaned as she let feminine 
juices soak her panty. "Ooooh god!"

Bonnie waited a minute to get her breath and composure 
back. She opened her purse. In a plastic baggy was the 
extra matching thong and small pack of Handi Whips she 
put in the purse on a "just in case" thought something 
happened. She got up and headed back to the rest room to 
clean up and change thongs.

The last hour of the flight she stared at the back of 
the seat in front of her thinking about her life and 
what she really wanted and needed. Here was a man who 
knew how to make her feel like a woman in love; so much 
different than the way Mike made her feel – it was like 
she was "just there" at times to please him. He was 
wrapped up in his own world of golf and sports and she 
was the one keeping the home fires burning. Maybe that's 
why his sister Angie was having an affair.

Then she had a wild thought: "My God, what would Mike do 
if she came up pregnant with Dave's love child...?"

When she exited the plane an hour and some minutes later 
she all but made a broken field run to the other exit of 
the concourse and to her lover. He was standing with the 
other people waiting for their friends, family – lovers 
to arrive, a broad smile on his face as he watched her 
rush toward him.

"Dave!" She called as she ran up to him nearly hitting 
him with her purse.

Dave took her in his arms as they kissed, she said in to 
his ear in a soft voice: "I love you..."

"I love you too, Bonnie..."

END

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