Wednesday, December 31, 2008
So... what are you doin' New Year's Eve? Maybe you'll be at the Peep Drop in Bethlehem, PA, or The Cheese Drop in Plymouth, WI. Maybe instead you'll be watching the Peach Drop in ATL or the Great Sausage Drop (my favorite) in little Elmore, OH just down the road from the world famous Walleye Drop in Port Clinton. They drop a big Acorn in Raleigh, NC. Why? I'm not sure. In Easton, MD they'll let a Maryland Crab fall to Earth, which is cool, but you have to love that in crazy Key West, FL they will lower (not drop!) a Pirate Wench. I better get going if I'm gonna get to the Keys in time to catch that comely wench!
Whatever you do tonight, don't get hurt... and don't hurt someone else. That's my only rule you crazy kids.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
We went up a narrow staircase that led from a door in between the record store and a gift shop. Linda’s little apartment was over the gift shop. It was clean, drafty, and decorated in the current style: cheap print cloth from India draped over beat-up furniture and used to cover banged-up walls. Macrame plant hangers were suspended everywhere with hand-thrown pots nested in them holding plants in various stages of certain death. A foot locker sat in front of the batik-covered couch doubling as a cocktail table. On it was a stack of art books, matches, a lighter, and a clean ash tray. Linda's foot locker was new and blue in color. The one back in my dorm room was olive drab and had my dad’s name stenciled on it as well as several shipping labels that were yellowing and peeling off. Mine went through WW2, her’s had probably come from a trendy, modern, 70's boutique. I liked mine better.
I allowed as how it might be.
“I think there are a few girls around campus that would help you out with your problem, ya know?” she said. She said it with a very light-hearted tone—not an intimation that she had herself in mind for that gruesome duty. I considered her statement in silence for a while. She was right about one thing, I wasn't very talkative.
“Nah, but don’t let me stop you,” I said.
“Cool,” she said. She went into the tiny bedroom on the other side of the wall behind the couch and came back with a very tightly rolled number and fired it up. I went over to the stove and poured hot water in my mug thereby diluting my beverage to something more like steaming dishwater and less like boiled weeds. Delish!
After about an hour of this deep conversation Linda suddenly said, “Hey, are you hungry? Let’s go down to the BBF, OK, Willie-boy?”
“Sure,” I said. And we got our coats back on and walked a couple blocks down the street to the Burger Boy Food-O-Rama. After we filled up on burgers, fries, and milkshakes we walked back to Record Revolution where I purchased Live 'Full House' by the J. Geils Band and I’m Still in Love With You by Al Green. RecRev gave a fifty cent discount when you bought two slabs of vinyl so I always took advantage of their good nature.
Back out on the street Linda asked me to come back up to her chilly apartment right next door. It seemed like a very friendly request from a stoned young lady who had just had a good meal. I said I thought I’d rather go to the dorm and listen to my new tunes and invited her to come along. She said she thought it might be fun and so she walked down the hill with me. We got to my little room and she took her big coat off and sat on the bed in her jeans, tight beige sweater, and high fringed boots while I put on my new Al Green LP. We kissed during the six minutes of the first two tracks. Her sweater came off quite easily during track 3, “Love and Happiness” and I enjoyed her firm, bare breasts and erect nipples to the fullest of my limited ability.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
“Have I ever told you about my fantasy?” I said.
“Which one, I’ve lost count,” she said.
“Funny. My favorite fantasy. The one where this beautiful woman staying with me is getting ready in the morning and has a big appointment, or let’s say an airplane to catch, that she can’t be late for... she’s all ready to go, has her makeup on, her clothes are just right… she even has her sunglasses on, ready to go outside… and yet she takes the time to give me a fantastic blowjob. Of course, she has to swallow every drop since she can’t let it get on her clothes or face or in her hair, ya know… no time to change or clean up.”
“Nice try. I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I see you. Any idea when that will be?” she said.
“I don’t have any travel scheduled right now, which is rare. But I know that I’ll need to go to Nashville in about a month or so,” I said.
“A month. Hmmm… maybe I’ll just fly to California for a weekend,” she said.
“That might be awkward to explain to my kids,” I said.
“Oh yeah. A month, huh? Too bad I just learned about that last minute blowjob fantasy. Call me, OK?” she said. And we kissed. Then she was out the door.
“Did you try to call her at the hotel?” I said.
“Fuck yeah! You kiddin’? Tried The Mayflower, and a bunch of others too. Even called your hotel. Nobody registered by that name anywhere in town that I could find,” he said.
“That’s weird. Did you use the right name?” I said.
“I used the one you gave me. Jacqueline Hunter, right?” he said.
“What other name would she use? Maybe she’s still in town.”
I hesitated for a split second. I knew she was not in town anymore so not in immediate danger of Jim finding her, but my mind was calculating what all he knew about her. Realtor... state she lived in… maybe city, I couldn’t recall if she had mentioned that in the bar, would he track her down at home? I didn’t want that.
The slight hesitation did me in. He stared at me.
“You are bangin’ her. Dammit, I knew it!” James said.
“Me? No, man, years ago, yeah. But, we’re just buddies now. Hell, I didn’t even know she was in town… hadn’t talked to her in a long time. It was just a coincidence that she was in the bar,”
“I’m sure you would. But really, I’m not having an affair with her. And, I’m not too comfortable with how you’re talking about her, Jim. She’s my friend, ya know?”
“Sure. No problem. But just one more thing… you say she’s your 'friend'... and you know she’s married... and yet you still encouraged me to try to find her last night. That doesn’t seem like something a friend would do," he said.
I just looked at him, wanting to go across the table and smack the shitty smile off his face. “We need to get finished here so I can catch my flight to LAX.” I knew the motherfucker was going to use this bit of intel against me with my enemies inside the company.
When I started telling this part of my story—the part about the reunion with Jackie Sampson—I never thought it would go this long and in such detail. I’ve enjoyed the hell out of getting it down on paper—er—pixels. But, it’s time to travel back in time again about 24 and a half years from where I’m leaving off, in that law office in Washington DC. That means we’ll be going back to the second half of my sophomore year in college. Jackie and I had just broken up. I was a miserable, mopey dope. Thank God I had gotten interested in Radio-TV classes, thanks to Jill the beautiful R.A. I believe it was all that saved me that winter. After all, my history with women at this point was actually pretty ugly. Denise, my high school girlfriend and first fuck ever drifted away before college. Molly had been a less than spectacular success. Margery was an intense experience but it ended quickly, abruptly and, for me, bitterly. Diana was a blast but she had gotten herself launched right out of school, the wild little thing. Jackie had been the best thing to happen to me on the female front, but now that was done and I was then very certain I’d never see her again.
By spring I was just a total loser. I hadn’t touched a girl since the last time I had seen Jackie as she was leaving me the weekend of the Tull concert. I was pretty certain I would be celibate for the rest of my life. Aside from my interest in my classes that term, the only thing keeping me from spinning out of control was the fact that I had a single room in the suite back in the dorm. No roommate to scandalize with my masturbation addiction. I was a total slave to jacking off. I had a box a week Kleenex habit. It was better than getting dumped again, although I did worry a lot that it might cause an inability to achieve an erection without self-manipulation. A worry that was somewhat unfounded as it turned out.
As I was walking along the brick walkway angling across the main part of campus on a very cold afternoon in late March, I passed someone in an Army surplus coat and jeans going the other way. I caught a glimpse of the face and thought I knew the person but wasn’t sure so, loser that I now was, I didn’t say anything. A few seconds later I heard a voice behind me say, “Wil? Is that you, Wil?” I turned and looked. I knew the voice and what I could see of the face but couldn’t think of her name.
“It’s me, Linda. I met you through Margery about a year ago, remember?”
“Oh, Hi… Linda, how’re you doin’?” I knew instantly that I was dazzling her with my sparkling conversation skills. I was the Mayor of Loserville. No, not that exalted. I was the Deputy Vice Mayor of Loserville.
When I knew Linda the year before she, like Margery, was very, um, sorority-looking. Nice clothes, seemingly wealthy, probably destined for a good career. Now she looked like, well, she looked like a hippie chick. Jeans, big oversized olive-colored Army coat, fringy leather boots that she was wearing on the outside of her jeans. How was this the same Linda?
“I’m freezing is how I’m doing. Aren’t you? Are you going to class?” she said.
“Nah, I was going to Record Revolution. See what’s new,” I said.
“Hey, I live in the apartment right above the store next to there. How about if I blow off my class and we’ll go to my place and get some hot tea? Really, I’m freezing and I can afford to miss the class. Just needed a good excuse, and you're it. We can get caught up and then you can go to the record store,” she said.
“Sure. OK,” I said. S ee? Dazzling.
I didn’t want to talk about Margery and I didn’t want to talk about me. So I guess we’d have to talk about Linda. Maybe I’d find out why she started to wear funky clothes. I did think she was pretty attractive back when I’d see her with Margery—like that day we all went to the quarry—the last time I saw both of them I guess. Linda looked great that day. In her little two-piece swimsuit. But now she had on a coat that would fit a 225 lb Army Private. And did I mention this scarf-like thing wrapped around her head so you couldn’t even see she had hair? It really was Linda though, ‘cause sure as hell, as we walked along the sidewalk the first fuckin’ thing she says is, “Do you ever hear from Margery?”
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
“It all started to seem so, I dunno, reckless,” she said, “Flying over to meet you in a hotel and all.”
“We met in a hotel a couple weeks ago,” I said.
“But that was on my turf. I guess I felt like I had some control that weekend. This was… is... different. Plus, everything went really well the last time. Really well… so this seemed scary, I guess.”
“Still nervous?” I asked.
“No. Not at all. But I think I need something to eat… to soak up the drinks. Know anywhere around here? I’d like to get some air, too.”
I told her I knew a good place. We got cleaned up. We got our clothes straightened up and back on. And we got ourselves about 5 or 6 blocks down the street to Nathan’s.
“I’ve never trusted anybody enough to let them do that,” she whispered.
“And… you liked it? Hated it? What?” I said.
“Nobody but you. Ever,” she said.
I smiled. But it also made me a little uneasy. I was flattered, but worried just a tiny bit.
Back up in the room we stood together kissing just inside the door to the room. I enjoy kissing and Jackie does also. So we did that for a while. We stood holding each other and she said, “We call each other all sorts of nasty stuff when we’re in bed, don’t we.”
“Yeah, we do,” I said.
“You don’t think of me as any of those things outside of the bedroom, do you?” she said.
“No more than you think of me as an illegitimate child,” I said.
“I almost called you a mean bastard earlier, but I remembered you pointing out that you weren’t ‘mean’. You are one rough motherfucker though,” she said. And we both laughed.
“Actually, I was going to charge Jimmy boy two thousand. A thousand was just your share,” I said.
She bit my chest.
“That really was mean. What did he say about me? Really, don’t kid about it,” she said.
“Seriously? Do you really want to know?”
“Yeah. I mean he must be pretty sophisticated… a big DC lawyer… did he really think I was attractive?” she said.
“What am I, a fucking fencepost here? Damn, Jackie! He works for me! You really should concentrate on fucking your way to the top, ya know.” I said.
“Stop it, Wil. I just want to know what a guy I’ve never met thinks about me after just meeting me. Can’t you play along with me? Please?” she said.
She grinned and pinched both my nipples at the same time.
“The way I did. By being a ‘rough motherfucker’… which is what you were hoping for, you little slut,” I said.
She leaned back still straddling me, put her left hand between her legs, and slid her middle finger between her pussy lips. I loved seeing her use her left hand that way.
“So when you left he wanted to know if I was fucking you and when I assured him I wasn’t… he knew from you we had gone out years ago… he asked me if it was OK if he tried to nail you. Thought he'd like a bit of that stuff.” She was working her pussy a bit faster now.
“He asked where you were staying. I told him to try The Mayflower… that you had told me once you liked to go there and pick up rich older guys and fuck and suck their brains out when you’re in town. He wondered what your name was and I told him your married name, Jacqueline Hunter. Told him you were a constantly horny little cocksucker that definitely needed a big, hard, dick tonight. I’m sure he called a dozen hotels trying to find that dirty little blond slut 'Jackie Hunter' tonight.” Her hips were rolling as she pinched and tugged her nipple and buried two fingers of her left hand into her cunt—working them in and out of her like the imagined lawyer’s cock. She put her middle and index fingers in as far as she could and I could see her diamond and gold wedding ring set pressed up against her pussy lips.
“Hey, Jackie, I’m hard now. Turn around and get on me facing the door and ride my cock.”
She got on, her pussy was so wet I slid all the way into her immediately.
Monday, December 1, 2008
“I wasn’t the first boy to fuck you all those years ago, was I?” I said softly.
She moved her head slightly from side to side without saying anything.
“I wasn’t the first guy you ever sucked off, was I?”
Again she moved her head from side to side.
“That titty fuck last night wasn’t your first, was it…”
“No,” she said softly.
“How many men have fucked you in the ass, Jackie?”
“Nobody,” she said.
I pulled her head back just a bit.
“Tell the truth,” I said.
“Nobody has, Wil. My first husband wanted to but I wouldn’t let him. I’ve never wanted anybody to do that. I swear,” she said.
“Some day I will,” I said.
“I want it now, baby. Please…”
“Some day. But now I want something from you,” I said.
Within a few minutes she was on her knees on the floor of her hotel suite. Her hands were behind her back, bound by the hotel robe belt, and she was working my stiff cock with her mouth. To perfection. She always was an amazing little cocksucker.
When the cocktail waitress brought us our second round I took the opportunity to look at the bar. There was indeed a petite, gorgeous, blond perched up high on the end bar stool. She was in a black suit with a skirt that was hiked up a bit due to the seating arrangement and she was showing lots of exceptional leg. Black stilettos and a black, slim, leather portfolio briefcase completed the look. She had a martini in front of her. She looked like a very successful lobbyist.
I looked at the attorney, James, and said, “The petite blond on the end?” he nodded, “I know her. Want to meet her?”
I walked over to the bar alone and said, “Since when do you drink martinis?”
“Since I got to this hotel. I’m so nervous I can’t breathe.”
“Thanks for coming. I guess you’ve been to the room,” I said, smiling.
“Yes, it’s incredible. I’m feeling more relaxed already now that you’re here,” she said.
“I know. I saw you guys. I figured you’d find me eventually. He’s not so bad, either. Probably about fifteen years older than me. Might be kinda fun.”
“Nice, Jackson. I deserved that. By the way, that outfit is stunning. And the briefcase must have cost more than my first car,” I said.
“Nah, but I’m sure these fucking shoes did,” she said, "I figured the briefcase would make me look less like a streetwalker."
“Fuck me!” said James.
“What?” I said.
“What? That’s the hottest thing that’s come through this place all year I’m sure. Shit, Wilson, did you really used to date her?”
“Yeah, when we were just out of high school. We stayed in touch over the years, ya know, she’s been married a couple times…and was raising a kid by herself...and”
I wanted to wring his neck, knock his head off the wall a few times, and leave him in a pool of stinking lawyer blood, but I also didn’t want him telling everybody else in the company about how worked up I got defending Jackie’s honor over some locker room talk.
“Nah, we’re just friends. I didn’t even know she was in town on business. Small world. Anyway, you know, I’m an unhappily married man!”
I thought to myself that I’m being cool about her because if I can get your ass out of here I’ll be in bed with her in about 30 minutes and won’t come up for air again until 7AM. But I said, “Be my guest, James. Jackie might be up for some fun with an older guy. You never know, I’ve had my share of younger women. She’s probably staying at the Mayflower.”
“What’s her name again?” James asked.
“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Hunter,” I said.
When I got to the suite Jackie was waiting in the living room reading a magazine.
She looked exactly the same way she did in the lounge. 100% edible.
“Hi honey. I’m home. Anything happen today?” I said as I kissed her.
“Jacqueline Sampson! You’ve been drinking!”
“I only had three martinis. Just to relax me, baby. But I may have gotten a little too relaxed… I’m not used to drinking anything.”
She stood. A little wobbly in her million dollar fuck-me shoes. I took her into the bedroom. I undressed as she stood facing me. “Did you have a rough flight, Jackie?”
“It was OK. I had a drink on the plane. I was nervous.”
“Take your suit jacket off, sweet stuff,” I said as I walked into the bathroom, “You’re not too drunk to fuck, are you?”
“Never,” she said.
“Man that ass looks good in that skirt, Jackie Sam. Almost a shame to take it off of you.” She looked over and grinned. I stood behind her, pulled her back to standing by taking her shoulders in my hands, and then undid her skirt in the back, unzipped it, and let it drop. She had thigh highs and panties on. I took the narrow part of her panties on the right side in both of my hands and tore the thin band apart. Then they fell down her left leg easily. I pressed her between the shoulder blades and she went back down to the bed with her hands stretched in front of her.
“Good girl. Put your feet farther apart now… that's good.”
“Fuck my ass, baby,” she said.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Jackie. I’ll give you an ass fucking if I want to. Maybe I’ll have that old lawyer you were flirting with in the bar take some of it too. He’d give me a grand for a shot at you, Jackie,” I said.
“Fuck me now you nasty bastard,” she said.
“Get up on the bed, slut. On your hands and knees like a good whore,” I said.
She did what I told her to do.
I covered my shaft in lube and put more all over her loosened hole. Then I slowly, but forcefully, worked the cockhead into her. She was very tight but once the ridge got through her ring it all fit in her smoothly. She was growling and grabbing at the pillow in front of her outstretched hand.
“FFFuuuucccckkkkkk…” she yelled into the mattress as I slowly slid my entire shaft into her. Once I was completely buried in her I cracked her right ass cheek hard with my open right hand.
“Who got your ass-fuck cherry, slut?” I said.
“You did baby. Ride my ass you fuckin’ bastard.” she screamed.
I smacked her left cheek. I drew out of her slowly and then pounded my cock all the way into her ass with a quick, smooth stroke. She groaned and I did it again. Over and over and over. I fucked her ass like a young, tight pussy.
I pulled out of her after I came and spread her ass cheeks apart after she had fallen over onto her side. I watched as my thick, white cream oozed out of her red, used asshole.
“Is that what you wanted, slut?”
She moaned in the affirmative.