by T. S. Hill
I about drew up in a knot. The elderly couple across from us were the only people in my line of view. The old lady looked at us and smiled, and the guy, grinning, gave me a big, thumbs up.
I didn’t feel like a thumb up. I felt like a big idiot, who may have just distressed his girlfriend over the edge of no return. I didn’t even know what to do next. For some unknown Freudian reason, I looked back at the old white-haired couple. The old guy waved his arm across the table and called out to me, “Get’er outta here, and go give her what she wants!” The old lady, was just looking at us and grinning. I guess not all old people are foggy minded, sticks in the mud after all. I’ve never acted on better advice in my life. I stood, taking Lori by the hand, and we left.
I still wanted ice cream. We walked on in silence, and picked up cones at a little storefront counter shop, a couple of blocks beyond the sidewalk café. On our way back, our comments were mostly about the ice cream, and the sights that we were passing. When we passed the café on our return trip, I noticed that the old couple had left.
When we reached the commons area, we sat on a bench to finish our cones, and relax. Right away, I noticed the young couple that we had watched at the café, cuddled against a nearby tree. The girl was leaning with her back to the tree, and the boy, facing her, was leaning in close to her, with his arm propped above her head.
Their eyes locked together, they were whispering quietly to each other. The girl lifted her left hand from where it had been hanging by her side, and sliding it between their bodies began to stroke the guys cock through his pants. I elbowed Lori lightly and nodded in their direction.
“I called that one wrong.”, Lori said.
“Blow job?”
“At the very least!”, she replied. “Who knows! He might even get laid tonight!”
“What do you think my odds are for tonight?”, I asked. Lori placed her hand over my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“What do you think, Cowboy?”
“Blow job?”
“At the very least!”, she replied.
All the way back to the hotel, Lori teased me with suggestive talk, and flirty touches. In the solitude of the elevator, we were kissing and pawing at each other, so that by the time we reached our suite, we were both feverish with our desire. Lori quickly moved the remaining stacks of my papers from the bed to the chairs, dresser, and floor. Then she stripped, and laid on her back across the bed sideways, with her head hanging off the edge of the mattress.
“Cowboy!”, she called to me. “Get naked!”
Already ahead of her, I stepped up beside her dangling golden curls and replied, “I am!”
“Ouu!”, she cooed delightedly. Reaching for my cock and balls with both hands, she gently began fondling them. “Come around here.”, she said, guiding me with her hands until I was standing over her face. Pulling my cock downward Lori took a large portion of it into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Pulling it back out from between her pretty lips, she spoke to me again, “Cowboy, I’m serious as a heart attack, I want it all, in my face, and my mouth. I want you to give me everything that you’ve got.”
“Oh, you’ll get it, Sweetheart!”, I groaned back at her, as she roughly plunged my cock back into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she used her tongue, her lips, her teeth, and hands to totally work me into a frenzy. When she sensed my cock’s head flaring in her mouth, as a final precursor to my orgasm, she pulled my cock from her mouth, rolled over on her stomach and aimed its head at her wide-open mouth.
My first surge of cum shot to the back of her throat, and she closed her mouth. Keeping my cock aimed at her face, she continued to jerk it wildly, and moved it around her face. The second, third, fourth and fifth surges of cum, splattered and oozed from her eyelids to her chin, and everywhere in between.
When the cum had ceased to spurt, she began rubbing my spent cock all about her face. And then, taking it back into her mouth, she milked anything left from it, as she pulled it from between her delicate pink lips. Cradling my balls in one hand, she looked up at me and began licking any stray or dripping cum from around her mouth. Wiping an oozing puddle, from beside her nose with her free index finger, she eyed it hungrily. Moaning, she plunged the cum loaded finger deep into her mouth. Continuing to moan, she slowly pulled the finger from between her tightly closed lips, retaining the cum for her tongue.
Releasing my balls from her gentle grasp, Lori rolled over on her back once again. She reached with her right hand toward her crotch, and arching her hips to meet it, began caressing and stroking her pussy’s lips. Looking down into her cum drenched face, her eyes glazed and her nostrils flaring, I was moved by the power that her need for me had over her. Planting my mouth over hers, we kissed deeply. My cum squished between our cheeks, and when our kiss broke, it pulled at our skin as though to keep us glued to each other.
I climbed over her writhing body, and gently took away her hand that was toying her pussy. Then, for the second time that day, I pressed my mouth against her sweetness and pushed my tongue between it’s wet lips. Working my tongue along the inside of her pussy’s lips, I moved upward until her clit touched my tongue’s tip. Lori gripped my ass cheek and leg, wrapping her legs around my head.
Thrusting her pelvis upward, she ground her clit against my tongue, and began clenching her whole body, as she cried out in ecstasy. Her orgasm passing through her body in waves, and the tight clasp of her legs around my head, urged me to focus all of my energy through my tongue to please her. Her orgasmic scream erupted, then subsided slowly, as her body melted to limpness.
After a few minutes, she stirred and spoke, “Cowboy, I love you! You’ve got to be the fucking greatest lover ever!”
“Thank you, mam.”, I replied, placing one last kiss on her pussy’s lips. I turned around on the bed and laid beside her, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know which I love the most.”, I told her. “Your beautiful lips or your beautiful eyes. I think that the answer is, that I love everything about you Lori Parsons.”
She put her arms around my neck and hugged me close. “Cowboy, you are one wonderful man! I couldn’t do without you now. I’m sorry for the trouble I caused today. Really, really, sorry!”
“Shush!”, I told her. “Remember, Lori Parsons, don’t ever be sorry.” We kissed again and then, I think, catnapped briefly. When we did pry ourselves from the bed, Lori went to shower. I put on one of the hotel’s bathrobes, and tinkered around with the new computer, familiarizing myself with its features. When Lori came out of the shower, we chatted for a while about nothing serious, and soon went to bed, and fast asleep.
Chapter Three
Unraveling Our Own Tangles
The point where idealism meets with reality is the same spot, where the wall between perceived good and evil crumbles.
The next morning, we were awakened by a tapping on the door. The day before, and secretly from Lori, I had left an order with room service, for a special breakfast to be delivered with flowers. I answered the door in my robe, and when everything was set, returned to the bedroom to get Lori. Five minutes later, after wake-up kisses, her potty run, and my coaxing her into a bathrobe, I got her into the dining area.
Lori saw the exquisite set up, food, and huge vase of flowers in the center of the table, and gasped, “Oh, my!” Then, turning to me with an incredulous look on her face, asked, Cowboy did you order all of this?”
“Hmm, yesterday.”, I replied a bit sheepishly.
“It’s so beautiful and nice! I’m overwhelmed!”, she bubbled. “Why? What’s the occasion? Do you know something that I don’t?”
“I was going to play with you, but instead, I’m just going to tell you.”, I replied.
“Today, at around five thirty or so, give or take an hour, we will celebrate having known each other for one week.”
“Oh Cowboy! This is just the sweetest!”, she chirped, throwing her arms around me and burrowing her head into my chest. That exact moment alone, was worth
the expense of the breakfast and flowers. She seemed to be absolutely thrilled by the gesture, which I had been afraid, might be taken as lame. I patted myself on the back for this one, and hugged her close.
We were almost finished with breakfast, when the local newspaper was slid under the door. Lori liked to read these, every morning while I showered, but I paid little attention to news or sports. I found, years earlier, that seldom would either news, or sports, have any direct impact on my life, or any influence on my decisions. Lori jumped up and retrieved the paper, offering me the front half. Just to be polite, and somewhat out of curiosity, I took the front-page section, and began scanning over the headlines.
A few minutes passed, and Lori asked me, “Do you ever read these personal ads in papers?”
“Honestly, I don’t ever read a paper, much less personal ads. What are they? Lost dogs and stuff?”
“That’s in the lost and found section.”, she replied. “The personals, are things like, “Settled middle aged man, likes country music and quiet dinners, wants to meet woman of close age, who likes same, for companionship. Open to relationship with right woman.” Here’s another one, “Single white male, nonsmoker, good job, stable, wants to meet likeminded male to share life with. Nonsmokers with job only.” There’s some fucking, crazy, kinky ones in here too.”
“Well to answer your question, no. I don’t read those.”, I told her.
“I read them just for entertainment. There are some wild assed people out there, Cowboy! Oh, listen to this one, “BBBW fed up with BMs, looking to meet WM or WF for possible relationship. Also, will consider W couple depending on vibes.” “Yah know, I can see where she’s coming from, but to advertise for it like this?”
“I have no idea what all that BB and WM stuff means.”, I told her.
“BBBW, big, black, beautiful, woman, fed up with BMs, black males, looking to meet WM, white male, or WF, white female, for possible relationship. Also, will consider W couple, white couple, depending on vibes.” Now do you get it?”, she asked.
“Now I get it.”, I responded. I can see where some of those types of adds could get interesting.
“Oh shit, Cowboy! You gotta read this one!”, she said, her eyes big. and shoving the paper at me, pointing to a paragraph of fine print.
“I took the paper and began to read out loud, “To the nice couple from the library. Meeting you guys was awesome! I’m sorry if I imposed on you. I must have fainted. That happens sometime when I get excited. I’m sorry if I frightened you. Please stop by and see me again! You know who to ask for S.” Lori’s eyes were wide.
“Do you think it could be?”, she asked.
“I suppose it could be.”, I replied. “I know one way to find out. Get on the laptop and look up the library’s phone number.” I retrieved one of the new throw away phones and swapped the battery from the old phone with it, since it was already charged. I didn’t want to fire up the old throwaway just yet, since it could already be under scrutiny after my calls to Al.
Handing the phone to Lori, I told her, “Call and ask for Sasha, tell her that you and your boyfriend saw her ad in the paper, and were eager to find out if she’s okay from her fainting spell. Then just wing it as best as you can. This could be a set up to trap us, or the little nut case may be legit. If she’s legit, I will sleep better at night, knowing that my DNA isn’t in the FBI’s wanted sex offender file.”
“Great idea!”, Lori replied, taking the phone. She followed my directions and soon had the blonde librarian, Sasha on the phone. The conversation went on for a bit and began to really ring as legit. I wrote a note on one of the blank file folders laying nearby, and handed it to Lori. It said, “Ask if she would like to meet us somewhere, and when she will be available.”
Then while Lori was carrying that out, I wrote another, “Set it up to meet at the ice cream shop from yesterday, on Amsterdam avenue.”
Just as I was handing her the note, Lori was speaking into the phone, “Oh you do? That’s great then! Yeah about one will work great for us.” Then, as she read my note, “Listen Sasha, there’s this cute little ice cream shop down town on Amsterdam avenue, do you know where that is? You do? Great! Why don’t we meet out front of the shop then? Of course! You know Sasha, one thirty will be fine, it will probably work better for us too. Great! We’ll look forward to seeing you at one thirty then! Okay! Bye bye!”
As she was disconnecting the call and shutting down the phone, she was scowling at me.
“Cowboy, what the fuck are you up to?”, she asked with her brows looking troubled.
“I’m sorry, Lori, I was just going with the flow. I should have asked you before getting you to set this up, but under the circumstances? Well! If you don’t want to go through with the meeting, we can just skip it. No problem and I’ll understand.”
“I just want to know where you’re headed with this meeting.”, she fired back.
“Fair enough!”, I answered. “To start with, I’m not meeting her. You are.”
“What?”, she snapped back.
“Okay! Here’s the idea. My DNA is the DNA that was all over that girl. You meet her, only don’t initially acknowledge her. You make her approach you, and address you. You should have the body language that says, you are meeting her for the first time, and are not too damn sure about her. That way if there are police are involved, tailing her, your claim, of never having seen her before in your life, will be very believable.”
“You buy ice cream cones and suggest that you go somewhere and talk. Then you walk with her to a predetermined destination, like all the fucking way around the block and back to the café where we ate. That might work. At any point in the walk that she acts suspicious, or if you perceive that you may be being followed, or if the side of the conversation coming from her is leading, trying to get you to talk about what happened at the library, just ditch the bitch.”
“Give her a shove and act like she’s nuts, and then get away from her. Insist that she leave you alone. Make a loud scene of it. Grab a man and ask him to protect you from the crazy person. Then, get the hell out of Dodge, and when you are sure you’re not being followed, come back here.”
“On the other hand, if everything goes legitimate, circle the block, window shop, etc., and meet me back at the café. If everything goes cool there, then we’ll know that we’re home free. If anything else, goes wrong, then we know that we need to get the hell out of town and never come back.”
“All of this so you can sleep a little better at night Cowboy?”, she questioned.
“Yeah, you’re right Lori. It’s a stupid idea. Just forget it!”, I told her.
“Actually, I never really did give the girl a chance, and she is just cute as a button, big firm tits that I’m jealous of an all. Nah, Cowboy, I get it. I’m just pulling your chain! Not poking atcha! Just pulling yah chain!”
“Are you trying to avoid an ass smack?”, I asked her.
“I hope not!”, she joked back. “You know I like a good ass smack every once in a while!”
“Lori, I just never know how to take you!”, I blurted in good humor.
“Feel free to take me anyway that you want me, Cowboy!”, she said seductively, raising an eyebrow and winking.
“I’ll remember that, and for a long time too!”, I popped back at her. Lori looked back at me seriously.
“Other than being able to know whether or not we’re in the clear with the library incident, what’re the other angles of setting up this meeting? I mean, where are we going with this?”
“I really don’t have a clue Lori.”, I responded to her. “I figure that, our just facing her, may tell us something about what’s happened, and maybe ourselves. If there’s something that we need to face, maybe it’ll rise to the surface and we can face it, squarely on, and hopefully, come to peace with it and ourselves. Then again, maybe we’ll end up just telling her to fuck off, and we just forget about the whole incident.”
“I’m just thinking that if we ne
ed to confront something within ourselves, or between us, about what went down, why it went down, and who, and what we are, then maybe this will be the opportunity. Who, knows? Eh? We may see twenty cops there, and just consider ourselves lucky if we escape with our freedom. If you don’t want to take this chance, I’m cool with it. Pull the plug anytime you want.”
“Cowboy, you fucking well know that I’m probably more curious than you are. I need to see what I learn about myself from this, and maybe I’ll learn a little about you too, and vice versa.”
“Okay then, at thirteen hundred hours, we roll out!”, I said mimicking a mission commander.
“Cowboy, sometimes your joking is funny, and sometimes, its, eh, you know?”
“Yeah, I know Lori.”, I said.
“Changing the subject.”, Lori piped up changing her tone. “Did you notice those huge brown nipples on that little gal’s big tits? Have you ever in your life seen anything like that? They were bigger than my thumbs!”
“Actually, how the hell could I miss them?”, I shot back.
“Were they not freakish? I didn’t know whether to be repulsed, or turned on by them. It was just bizarre!”, Lori commented further.
“I felt the same way, except, I gotta admit, even though they were freakish, they were a real turn on for me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think anybody on planet earth has a pair of tits, that will hold a candle to your globes of perfection, and your perfect pink nipples are a total delight. Real eye and lip candy! But still, those nipples were big as cow teats, and like it or not, quiet a turn on.”
“Yeah, Cowboy, I bet that you’d like to get your lips on those big ole cow teat nipples.” I could detect a little hostility in her tone.