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Jack was sitting at the bar, minding his own business, drinking a beer. There was the sound of a live band playing on the other side of the building, and lots of people listening, and some of them dancing.

A woman came up and sat next to Jack. At first he was extremely annoyed, because he only wanted to be alone, to be depressed. Jack had just left his wife, but was feeling lonely. Jack looked up at the intruder, and his mouth fell wide open. The woman was absolutely gorgeous. She was athletic and shapely, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that could stop traffic.

“Hello,” the woman started out the conversation, “my name is Brandy.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile. “Brandy. That’s a beautiful name,” Jack replied. “My name is Jack.”

The woman giggled. “You had your mouth wide open there for a while.”

“I just couldn’t believe how beautiful you are.”

“Thank you, Jack,” the woman replied. “You looked sad, and I thought maybe you needed some cheering up.”

“I suppose that I have been a bit depressed today.”

“Why is that?”

“I got a divorce a while ago, and I was just feeling lonely.”

“Missing your ex-wife?” she asked him.

“No,” Jack smiled. “I’d never go back to her. Al we did was argue. I’ve had plenty of that already.”

“Do you live close by?”

“Just a few blocks down the street,” Jack replied. “Why do you ask.”

“Why don’t we go there where we can talk in private. Unless you want to stay here and listen to the music.”

“No, no,” he said hurriedly, knowing an invitation when he heard one. “Shall we?”

Brandy and Jack got up at the same time.

“I hope you don’t mind walking,” said Jack before they got to the door. “I left my car at home.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind.” Brandy’s voice reminded Jack of wind chimes. Soothing to the spirit.

Brandy put her left arm in Jack’s right arm, as the two started heading towards Jacks’ apartment.

As soon as they got to his apartment, Brandy asked if she could use the bathroom. In the meantime Jack got into a pair of short pants and a t-shirt, and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. She came out after a few minutes. And she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Jacks’ eyes almost popped out of his skull. She was even more gorgeous in the nude. Even though he knew that she wanted sex, it still took him by surprise.

“Do you like?” she asked and did a complete turn around, so that Jack could see everything.

“I like a lot,” he answered breathlessly. Jack took off his pants and shirt, and was just as naked as Brandy was.

Brandy moved over to the couch, where Jack sat, and sat on his lap. Jack could immediately feel his cock get harder, especially after she put her arms around his neck and started kissing him slowly, and erotically.

“What’s that I feel down there?” Brandy asked teasingly. Jack didn’t answer; he merely groped her breasts in his hands, and started rubbing them, and pinching her nipples lightly. Brandy started to moan.

His cock was straining against her pussy, when there was a knock at the door.

“Who the fuck is that?” asked Jack to himself.

“That’s okay,” Brandy said. “just a couple of people I invited over. I hope you don’t mind. As a matter of fact, I know that you’ll love it.”

“Is that what you did in the bathroom?”

Instead of answering, Brandy got up and went to the door as naked as she was. She came back in followed by two more gorgeous females. One appeared to be close to Brandy’s age, the other in her 20s.

“Who are they?” Jack asked Brandy.

“The older one is my sister, Mandy, and the younger one is my daughter, Isabelle.”

“Your sister and daughter?” asked Jack. “Are they going to watch us?”

Instead of answering Brandy sat back on Jack’s lap while her sister and daughter started stripping their clothes off. Brandy got down on her knees to give Jack a blow job, and so that he could watch the other two strip. Jack’s cock was so hard as he watched the other two women strip down to nothing. The two of them got on the floor and did a 69. Jack almost came when he saw the two women licking each others pussies.

“I guess the family that fucks together, stays together,” he said jokingly, between hard breaths. Brandy was still down there, sucking away on his cock like a trooper.

After a while Jack and Brandy went to the big bed that he had, followed closely by the other two women. Jack was laid flat on his back, and Brandy lay down and started sucking his cock again. She was soon followed by her daughter. Soon mother and daughter were taking turns sucking and licking on Jack’s super hard cock. Jack looked down at the two women, and had a good view of what they were doing. Jack felt like he was in heaven.

Soon Brandy’s sister, Mandy, stopped watching and got up by Jack’s face, and sat over it. Jack had a great view of her pussy, and started licking and nibbling on it. The sister started to moan, so Jack took his left hand, and stuck a couple of fingers up her ass. Then she really started moaning.

The daughter got her ass end close to Jack’s free right hand, and he got the message. He started finger fucking her pussy, which was really wet. Jack was having the time of his life.

Mom and daughter stopped licking his cock after a while, but Mandy bent down and started a 69 position with Jack. Brandy and Isabelle got on both sides of Jack.

“Put your arms out,” Brandy ordered, “and three fingers up, so we can sit on them.”

Jack did as he was told. He was having a difficult time not ejaculating. This went on for some time. Then the three women got off.

“What now?” Jack asked.

“We want you to fuck Isabelle doggy-style. She likes it that way.”

“What are you two going to do?”

Instead of answering, the two women got into a 69 position and started licking each other. Isabelle was on her knees, waiting for Jack. Jack got on his knees, and behind Isabelle, and started slowly fucking her pussy. Isabelle moaned deeply, which turned Jack on quite a bit. Jack happily started pushing his cock into her, his balls slapping against her side. When he went in and out of her pussy, there were sloppy noises made, and the whole room smelled of sex.

Jack watched the two sisters eat each other out. He also watched himself fucking Isabelle. Brandy and Mandy got each other to cum and screamed in pleasure. This turned Jack on and he reached under and started fingering Isabelle’s clit. It wasn’t long after that Isabelle screamed too, and this caused Jack to finally cum in her young pussy, as he thrust it in deeply, and screamed as well.

Jack enjoyed keeping his still hard cock in Isabelle’s sweet pussy. He came down from his high gradually, and then took his cock out and lay down on the bed, with three amazingly sexy nude women laying all around him.

I have been a freelance writer since about 1978. Selling my articles to magazines, that is. I’ve been a photographer since the mid 1980s. In the past I’ve worked for several newspapers in Nebraska, Iowa and Illinois. Both dailies and weeklies. I worked for a small daily newspaper in southwest Iowa for three years, and had many articles and photos of my own published.

In the past I’ve done profiles, history, archaeology, travel and other things. Most of my articles have been sold along with photos that I’ve taken. My list of publications is pretty long. I’ve sold articles in the United States, Canada and some overseas, such as Italy.

The magazines I’ve written for aren’t very well-known. Some of the better known ones are The Lion, Women’s Enterprise, Editor and Publisher, Small Business Enterprise, and many newspapers in the American Midwest.

My work has included aerial photography several times, portraiture, and even several weddings. .

So far I have had one book published in 2003. It is titled Mystery Airships in the Sky, and deals with UFOs in America in 1896 and 1897. I did quite a bit of research on that subject, selling many articles to magazines on the same subject.

I haven’t written much in the last two years, except for things here on EP. I’ve been trying to get back into it, but have a difficult time finding inspiration. My inspiration can be anything. A person that I know, a television show, something that I’ve read, or something that I’ve seen in my, now, limited travels in the area.

It is far easier to write a book than it is to sell one. That’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way. In order to sell your book, you have to become a business person. Finding a good literary agent isn’t easy. Not unless you’re real lucky.

Being a writer sounds like a romantic job, and it can be sometimes. Most of the time it’s a hard job to do. You have to type your manuscript up, edit it, sometimes several times over, find a market for it, then try to sell it. When you write a non-fiction article, however, it’s a good idea to find a magazine first, and tailor your article idea to what the magazine wants.

I think that writing for my friends on EP is helping me to get back into my writing and photography and, perhaps, start making money at it again.

I will try to post things here every once in a while, so please be patient. So now you know a little bit more about me.

You have to know a little bit about me, before I tell you the main theme of this article. I was born in a city, quite a while ago. Lived in cities for the first 28 years of my life, then I got married and started living in small towns out in the country. That was definitely a change of pace for me, a culture shock if you will.

Even when I was a city boy I loved walking through whatever small woods I could find, and there were a few favorites of mine. I would go out of my way to walk through them. For me it was a change of pace from the noise and violence that I experienced in the city. I grew up in a dangerous city.

Now that I live in a much smaller town, I go out of my way to find wooded areas near where I live. One state park has become my favorite. It isn’t real big, but it’s big enough. And it isn’t too far from where I live. I’m writing this article from there right now. I have a mini-computer and the shelter I’m in has an electrical outlet. Although the computer has a two hour rechargeable battery, I only use it when absolutely necessary.

Right now it isn’t so quiet, because the DNR is mowing the grass in the area where I am. There is just something about being out here in the fresh air, which is blowing cool now, and the sunshine, while I’m in the shade of the shelter right now. It brings out my creativity for some reason.

I suppose it takes me back to a time of violence in my life, that I remember. I remember certain places in the city that I used to get away from an abusive step-father and violent people around me. When going to school, I often got into at least one fight a week, because I was then the weak, quiet, shy boy in the class. I couldn’t effectively fight back then, because I had no skills to defend myself.

The only way I could defend myself was to be defiant in a quiet sort of way. Whenever I got into a fight, I invariably got the shit kicked out of me. But, every time I would be knocked down, I’d quietly get back up again. Each and every time. I remember one time in particular when a kid decided I was a great target for his bullying. He kept hitting me and pushing me down in the school hallway. Every time he did, I got up. About a half dozen times. He finally cussed at me and gave up. I was still standing!

Now, many years ago, I would have been ashamed about telling anyone that story. But not anymore. I’ve thought about it over the years. Because now I’m a totally different person, much more physical and confident of myself. But back then I was a skinny kid who weighed 99 pounds soaking wet and couldn’t gain weight. I was a weakling, to tell the truth. My mother encouraged me not to fight back, and, stupidly, I listened. Although maybe it wasn’t quite so stupid then. I now realize that I did the best that I could, with what I had at the time. It was a miracle that I even survived such a violent and abusive environment. Now when I think of having been knocked down and stood up every time, even knowing I would probably get knocked down again, I’m proud of myself.

Anyway, the woods was one of my refuges from the violence in the city. I also used to walk along the railroad tracks, because I was unlikely to come into contact with any people. The city library was another refuge of mine. That’s why I’m such a voracious reader, and a writer now. The city was mean to me, but in a strange way, it shaped who I am today.

I am a child of adversity, but I survive in this sometimes wicked world. I am surviving a marriage that has turned sour. It’s a long story and I don’t want to get too deeply into it. I’ve had friends on EP ask me why it’s in trouble, and if I’ve tried everything that I can to save it. I have tried everything that I want to try and make it work, but the truth is, right now I don’t want it to work anymore.

My marriage has not always been the way it is. My wife and I met in a bar. I was a drinker at the time, she wasn’t. She went to bars to socialize. The first night we met, we talked and then we went to her apartment and made love. She asked me to move in with her and I did. I didn’t have much of a life at that time anyway. She went on a job interview, got the job, and she asked me to marry her. I said yes, please don’t ask me why.

We got married a few months after, and then moved to this small town, where we lived for over a decade. I did grow to love my wife after a while. For quite a long time, as a matter of fact. Maybe 15 years ago, things started going wrong. I can’t say that none of it was my fault. I did some things I’m not proud of. But so did my wife.

My wife has never been a small, petite woman. She’s always been overweight, which didn’t bother me. She became diabetic over 25 years ago, and has slowly increased in weight, especially the last five years. Over those years we’ve gone out to eat in restaurants more and more. At first it was only when she or I got paid. Then it became whenever one or more of us didn’t like what was planned for supper. Now she doesn’t like to cook anymore, I work afternoons and evenings, mainly to get away from her, so her eating habits have degraded even more.

She now weighs at least 300 pounds. Before, even though she was overweight, I found her attractive. Because the weight was more or less evenly distributed. Now she has huge fat bulges in all the wrong places. I know she is diabetic and therefore doesn’t have as much energy as she should. But I’ve told her she needs to exercise more. Instead she eats all the wrong foods, doesn’t exercise, sleeps excessively, especially when she isn’t working, and sits around the house the rest of the time. Hardly every cooks, or does the dishes. Never does the laundry, because the washer and dryer are in the basement, and she’s either afraid she’ll fall down, or the stairs will break from her weight.

So now we are buying a house that isn’t worth near what we’re paying for it. We owe about $49,000 on it, and it’s an old house, over 100 years old. The basement walls are porous, and leak excessively whenever it rains hard, and the basement floods many times. It flooded a couple of nights ago. So, the house has become a bone of contention in our marriage, because I hate the house. My wife and daughter don’t think the flooding is a big deal, but we have a washer, dryer, dehumidifier and a new electric water heater down there.

A flood could destroy all that, plus the other stuff we have down there. The water has already destroyed quite a bit of our stuff. To repair the walls will entail much digging on the outside, placing pipe and gravel all around it. Thousands of dollars. But, if it isn’t fixed, the mold will build up and eventually the house will rot; all of it. To fix or not to fix? That is the question. But we just don’t have the money for it right now. Especially as my wife will have her work time, and money, cut in half next year. For how long, we don’t really know. It could be just one year, perhaps more. So, that’s the situation I’m faced with right now. Including a wife who doesn’t want sex anymore, and thinks that I shouldn’t either. I asked her a couple of weeks ago for an open marriage. She said that isn’t going to happen.

She knows I’m unhappy with the marriage and the no sex thing. Is she just stupid, doesn’t care, or what? I think it’s that she doesn’t want to face the problem, doesn’t want to talk about it. She’s been like that all the time we’ve been married. I’ve just had it with this marriage.

This is perhaps more than I at first intended to write. But I guess I just had to get it off of my chest. So, now you all know quite a bit more about me.

I’m not saying I’m against marriage, just my present one. I want to leave this marriage, and plan on doing so soon, to start dating again, maybe one day find another woman who I am compatible with, and can have fun again.

The wind was blowing softly through the trees as I sat looking out over the lake, contemplating where my life might be headed. I could smell the light fragrance of the trees, some of them pine, one of my favorites. The cool wind felt good on my skin, like the soft caress of a lover.

There were no boats on the lake, strange to say, but it was still early in the spring. There were wide open spaces all around me, the woods behind and in front of me. The cool wind coming off the right from me, off of the lake waters. I was feeling lonely and unloved. It had been that way for quite some time.

So, I got tired of looking at the lake and decided to take my camera and enjoy a brisk walk in the woods that I loved and knew so very well. Sometimes I enjoyed the solitude, but not today. I grabbed my camera and camera bag, and headed off west towards the trail I knew like the back of my hand.

This part of the trail was usually pretty well untrod by human feet. I’d only seen one other human being here, and that had been some time ago.

It was a bright, windy day out. Not really the ideal weather for photography, but I didn’t know if I’d see anything worth taking photos of along the trail. There might be a fairly good chance to accidentally come across some wild animals, since it was so relatively isolated.

About a half of a mile into the woods, I got a little tired and decided to sit in the grass alongside the lake and take a bit of a breather. It was cooler in this section of the woods, with all of the heavy tree growth. After a few minutes, I heard someone, or something, walking towards my position. I clutched onto my monopod for protection. Since it was made of some light kind of metal, I didn’t really think that it would be much help against a dangerous wild animal.

I looked in the direction that the noise was coming from, and waited. Around the corner came the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. She had long, flowing red hair, green eyes, was about five feet three inches and shaped like a goddess.

“Oh,” she let out the word upon seeing me sitting there. “I didn’t expect to see anyone way out here.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” I stammered, still stunned by her beauty. I got up from the grass and offered my hand. “”My name is David. Do you live around here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Yes, I do live around here,” she answered cheerfully, with a smile on her face. “I just stay to myself quite a bit. By the way, my name is Melody.” She looked down at her hand, which I still grasped in my own right hand. I let loose of her hand.

“I’m sorry,” I said lamely, “I just never expected to see anyone out here. Especially a woman as beautiful as you are.”

“Are you always this charming with the ladies?” she asked me. She smiled again, and I could feel my heart racing.

“Yes,” I said. “I mean no, but yes I try to be polite and truthful.”

“Are you heading that way?” she pointed west.

“Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”

“Because I wouldn’t mind some company on my walk in the woods.”

I didn’t say anything at first, dumbstruck, I suppose.

“Yes, I’d be honored to walk with you.”

So, the two of us began walking west along the grass trail. Suddenly the day got brighter and a lot less lonely feeling. I couldn’t believe my luck in running into such a stunningly beautiful women out here.

Melody wore short pants, and her legs were very shapely and tanned. Her breasts were fairly ample as well. Who was this mysterious woman? We walked along in companionable silence for a while.

“Where do you live?” I finally broke the silence.

“I live around here.”

“You mean, on a farm?”

“Not exactly. Just in a wooded plot of land.”

“I see,” I said, not really seeing at all.

“Are you a photographer,” she said, pointing to the camera hanging from around my neck.

“Yes, I am,” I said proudly. “I’ve even had some of my photographs published in magazines and newspapers.”

“How very interesting,” she smiled. That smile just lit up her entire face and captivated me. “Why don’t we rest in the grass here for a while.”

“Okay,” I said and stopped walking. We sat in the grass, and she was sitting very, very close to me. I could smell her, and she smelt like fresh wooded meadows. Not a hint of perfume on her, but she smelt better than any other woman I ever met.

Melody put her face very close to mine.

“I feel that you are a very lonely man,” she said in a sexy and seductive voice. “Why is that?”

“I.. I don’t know,” I stuttered. “I just am.”

She moved her face even closer, if that were at all possible, and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. The kiss soon turned passionate for the both of us. I didn’t know why I was kissing this strange woman I knew nothing about, but I was. Both of us started taking our clothes off, and she was even more beautiful nude. She was built like a Greek goddess.

We made mad, passionate love in the grass. It was like nothing I ever felt before in my entire life. I was sad when it was finally over.

I was so satiated that I unwilling fell asleep in the grass. When I woke up an hour later, Melody was gone. Where had she gone to? Why had she left? And after we had hit it off so well.

I decided to head back the way I had come. Since Melody had come from the west and was heading east when I met her, that was the logical direction to go in. And so I did.

After a while I came back to the open area where I had started my hike. There was a large family gathering nearby. I walked up to them.

“Excuse me,” I started by saying. “Did any of you see a woman come out of the woods about an hour ago?”

One of them, obviously the husband looked at me. “No, we’ve been here more than an hour and you’re the first person that we’ve seen come off the trail. If there had been anyone else, we would have seen them.”

“Thank you very much.”

I turned around and walked back to my car. Who had Melody been? A real woman I didn’t know? Maybe someone from a local farm or ranch. My mind took a strange turn. Maybe even a wood nymph. I laughed out loud at the thought. It was ridiculous!

I was extremely bored, so I decided to ask my girlfriend if she wanted to play some pool at a place owned by a man I know. So I drove to her hotel room. She was visiting me all the way from far off Australia.

I took the elevator all the way to the top floor of the hotel. The hallway was nice, but not opulent. Finally I came to the door of her room, and knocked. It took about a minute, but she finally answered.

She looked fabulous, as usual. She smiled, grabbed my hands and pulled me forcefully into the room, and I almost lost my balance. She was pretty strong for a woman. I soon found myself in her arms, being kissed passionately.

“Well, hello to you too,” I finally said when my lips were free. “I hope you don’t greet all the guys that way.”

“Just you, love, just you,” she replied. “Want to fuck?”

“As much as I’d love to, I haven’t recuperated from the last time we screwed. I came over to ask you if you want to play some pool.”

“I don’t know. What do I get out of it?”

“My undying gratitude, and maybe a rain check on the sex.”

“All right, you talked me into it. Let’s go, handsome.”

She always called me handsome, even though I don’t exactly consider myself in those terms. It felt good, though, so I never argued with her.

“Is this going to be strip pool?” she asked as we got into my car.

“No, sweetie, there will be too many people there.”

“Where are we going then?”

“A friend of mine owns a pool hall, and I try to throw him some business whenever I get bored.”

She didn’t say anything further for the rest of the short ride.

When we got to my friends’ pool hall and walked in, all the male talk stopped all of sudden when they saw my friend. True, she looked very good tonight, but I wasn’t happy or comfortable with all the lustful looks she was getting. It’s a good thing, for me, that she wasn’t wearing a short skirt. I might have gotten into a few fights on her behalf.

We went up to Tiny, my friend, and asked him for a table. He gave me the pool balls, while his mouth was hanging open, looking at my beautiful woman, of course. I shook my head in disgust, but he didn’t notice. He was much too busy staring at my girlfriend.

I was starting to regret getting bored and asking her down here. But I decided to ignore everyone except for my girl, and just play the damned game. Maybe we’d just play a few games and leave. It was not to be.

It started out all right, but I couldn’t concentrate on the game. Between looking at my girls’ ass and worrying about the overdose of testosterone in the room, I couldn’t play for shit. Some guys noticed I was unexpectedly losing, and put their money on the pool table so they could play the winner. Which I’m sure they were hoping would be my sexy friend.

Noticing this untoward activity, I got pissed off and started playing like my old self, but it was too little, too late. She beat me, and I grudgingly conceded defeat. A huge guy with muscles on muscles picked up a pool cue and started playing the game with my girlfriend. Needless to say, he wasn’t paying much attention to the game either. She also easily beat the jolly white giant.

This seemed to go on for hours and hours. I didn’t even bother to put my money on the table, I preferred to watch what the other guys were doing. Any sign of trouble and I was ready to go into action; and probably end up in the hospital. At least I’d look like a hero in her beautiful eyes. But in deep pain.

Men came and men went, and she beat them all. I guess they finally got tired of losing to a woman and one by one left the pool hall. It was getting late. There was just the two of us left, and Tiny, of course.

“Are you closing up soon, Tiny?” I asked the brawny man.

“Tell you what,” he replied. “Why don’t you two love birds stay a while, I’ll go home, and you can close up for me when you’re done.” Tiny gave me a couple of obvious winks. “I trust you.”

“I suppose so. You trust me that well?” I asked him

“Sure, I do. Besides, I know where you live. You two have a good time. Okay?”

“All right, Tiny. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah, I’ll pick up the key at your apartment tomorrow about noon.”

Then true to his word, Tiny gave me the lockup key and left the premises. Now I was all alone in a deserted pool hall, except for me and a beautiful, sexy woman. Was I a lucky guy, or what?

“We’re all alone, Ian,” she stated the obvious. “Play a game?”

I looked around the empty room. “Strip pool?” I asked hopefully.

“Sure. Prepare to lose your clothes.”

With that I racked up the balls. “Eight ball,” she stated. I nodded in the affirmative.

That was the most common of pool games. One player gets striped balls, the other solid. The eight ball has to go in last. If the eight ball goes in a pocket before all the other balls are in, that player automatically looses. When all the balls are in, players take turn trying to down the black eight ball, but you have to designate the pocket it’s to go in. If it goes into the wrong pocket, you lose the game.

I figured win or lose, I was coming out a winner in this particular game. I’d long had a fantasy about fucking a woman on a pool table. Why? Hell if I know.

I won’t bore you with the details of the games we played. We must have played ten games. I lost all, except for the first two. That meant that my girlfriend had to take off her blouse and pants. From there it was no contest. I lost all concentration, watching her strut around in her underwear. I was playing with two pool sticks, so to speak. My hard on kept getting in the way of my shots. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

So there I was, stark naked, my dick standing at attention, she was lustfully checking out my body.

“You want to see more of this body,” she said and her hands sexily went down her body, emphasizing the good parts. Which everything was a good part on her.

“Sure I do,” I said, my voice shaking as much as I was. “Shall we do it on the pool table?”

“Of course.” So she slowly, very slowly began to take the rest of her clothes off. Even though I’d seen her naked before, I was still mesmerized by her body. First she turned her back to me, and I unfastened her bra. She took it off, still with her back to me. So I didn’t see those magnificent globes fall out. Still with her back to me she took off her shoes and socks. Then, at long last, she took her panties off. Damn, that ass was a great sight for horny eyes. Shaking her ass, she walked over to the pool table and leaned provocatively against it.

She looked like a model out of Playboy magazine to me. Just the right size of boobs, a great ass that I loved to fondle, and, well, a great pussy; which I wasn’t able to see very well, because she had her damned legs crossed! I walked over to her and we started kissing. I wanted to go fast, but that would be defeating my purpose. Besides, I wanted to torture the poor girl. Let her want this hunk of a body! Just kidding.

She grabbed my crotch, balls and all, and I opened my legs further to let her. I pushed her gently onto the table, then I got on top of it. There was a covering on the table, but I could feel the hard surface underneath. This didn’t look too good for my poor old knees.

It took me a while to get into a comfortable position. My knees hurt from the hardness. I sat on my ass, not a good sex position, and my butt hurt. So I decided I’d lay on the table on my back, and she’d be on top of me. That sounded real good. Reality had a surprise for me. Now the whole back of my body hurt. My feet felt funny, my ass still hurt, but not as much as before. My back was too stiff, and my head felt like I was laying on a rock.

She got on top of me and her naked skin felt good to me. She found my dick with her pussy right away, and it felt good as it slipped in to that wet hole. Then she started moving her body up and down and…oh, shit, she was pushing my back into the hard surface, without meaning to.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I told her. “You’ll have to get off. My back is killing me.”

Without even a protest, she got off of me, but that wasn’t the end of it. My back was still stiff, and I couldn’t bend at all. I had to literally roll off of the table, and promptly fell to the floor with a loud thud. I lay there, even more pain wracking my poor body.

“See what happens when you fall for an older guy,” I told her. “The older guy falls down, goes boom.” She put her hand to her face to stifle a grin.

By now she was putting her clothes back on, much to my disappointment. After I straightened out finally, I put my clothes back on as well.

“Well, I found out one thing tonight,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“I should have done this over a decade ago. Let’s go to my apartment, to my soft bed and fuck.”

I heard her giggle a little, but didn’t care. So much for my pool table fantasy!

     This afternoon I had a low blood sugar attack, which started about 3:30 pm and didn't get over all the way until about 5 pm.  I'm a diabetic, and take pills.  I think I didn't have enough carbohydrates during lunch, then took my afternoon pill.  An hour later I went to read in bed, and fell asleep shortly thereafter.  I've had attacks like these before, but they all were over within 15 to 20 minutes.  If you're diabetic and have one of these attacks, don't eat chocolate to feel better, because it takes too long for the body to absorb the sugar in it.  I sat down, then got up and drank a small carton of my daughter's juice.  That didn't work, so I drank another carton and ate a few pieces of mint candy.  I had to sit back down and wait for the sugar to finally take affect.  It's not a good feeling normally, and this wasn't normal for me.

     Ian moved closer to Makeda, raised his hands and cupped her face in them.  Then he slowly, carefully kissed her gently, barely touching her lips.  Instead of turning away, Makeda responded by pressing her lips closer to his.  His head feeling somewhat light, Ian opened his mouth a little and began exploring her mouth with his tongue, just tentatively at first.  Makeda matched his move with her tongue.

     Makeda grabbed Ian's head in her hands, and his kisses got a bit rougher, but he was careful not to hurt her.  Makeda stopped kissing him after a while and started taking off his Arab robe that he wore.  Then Ian took off her clothes, slowly, erotically.

     Her skin was brownish black in color, and the light from the room glistened off of it.  Because by now she was sweating a little, as was Ian.  Ian began kissing her mouth with an intensified lust.  Then his lips went to her slender neck, and began moaning with pleasure.  As his lips traced its' way down her neck, to her breasts, finally running circles with his tongue on her nipples, and she started moaning loudly and deeply.

     All this time Ian was playing with her butt and pussy.  This last one was driving Ian to even greater lengths of kissing Makeda.  Then his lips were where his hand had been, and she really began to moan and groan, her sleek black body arching with pleasure.  It wasn't long before Makeda let out a major groan of pleasure and sudden sexual release.  But instead of relaxing, Makeda got up, pushed Ian's body roughly onto the bed, and started handling his dick.  She slowly stroked it at first, then increasing the tempo until he was groaning with pleasure himself.

     Makeda brought him to the brink of release, then stopped.  But she straddled him and he heard the wet squish of sex as their two bodies merged as one.  Makeda raised and lowered her body in slow motion, gaining momentum and speed as she gauged his intensity of lust.  When she decided he was close to ejaculation, she sped up even more.  Ian let out a great roar of ecstacy, then fell back onto the bed, exhausted.  Makeda stayed on top of Ian until his spasms stopped, then she got off and lay next to him.  Makeda had a big smile on her face, her teeth gleaming white.

     Ian and Makeda lay on the bed for what seemed like a long, long time.  Ian had his eyes closed, enjoying the after effects of love making.  Makeda herself was enjoying her own after glow.  During this interval, neither one said a word.  But the glow wore off eventually.

     As Ian took his shirt off, he noticed that Makeda, instead of demurely turning her head away, was staring at him.  Makeda was his Ethiopian partner.

     "Are you going to look while I undress?" Ian asked her gently, a smile playing on his face.

     "Does it bother you?" she returned his comment.

     "When a beautiful woman looks at me like that, no, it doesn't bother me.  As a matter of fact, it kind of turns me on."

     "What does that mean?  Turns me on?"

     "It excites me, sexually."  Ian dropped his shirt on the floor and sat on the bed that Makeda was on.  Makeda didn't make an attempt to move away from him.

     Ian and Makeda sat there, looking deeply and silently into the others' eyes.  Ian noticed that her eyes were like black holes in space, they sucked in the light.  But they were also intelligent eyes.  Ian could see the thoughts forming in her head, even though she didn't speak.

     The two sat there,  for what seemed to be an eternity.  Ever so slowly, their heads got closer to the other.  Ian's lips softly, carefully, gently kissed Makeda's, and they tasted very sweet to him.  As he kissed her, she slowly exhaled air, and the smell was like exotic fruit.  Papaya, Mango or guava.  Exotic fruit for an exotic woman.  Ian was surprised that Makeda let him kiss her and, in fact, seemed to kiss his lips with increasing passion.

     The taste of her lips and tongue got Ian excited to fever pitch.  Ian wondered if this was like the first kiss of Adam and Eve.  The first kiss ever.

     Ian took his lips away from hers long enough to take her blouse off.  To his delight and surprise, she didn't wear a bra underneath it.  Her dark colored breasts had slightly lighter colored nipples, and the breasts themselves were almost conical and very pert.  They stood straight out with the defiance of youth.  Ian cupped her breasts in his hands, ran his fingers lightly over the nipples.  Ian pushed her body gently to the mattress and took her pants and panties off.  Then Ian hurriedly got up, and took his own pants and shorts off.  Then he lowered himself to the bed and got on top of her.

     Ian's breath was now coming in ragged spurts.  It was hot outside, and in their room, so the sweat glistened off of his chest.  The sweat trickled down onto Makeda's now naked ebony body.  Ian imagined himself as King Solomon of ancient Israel, making love to the original Makeda, the legendary Queen of Sheba.  Her breathing was likewise ragged, as she fondled his nipples, which were directly above her.  Ian got even more excited by the contrast of their skin colors; white on black.  Her pubic area was clean of hair, and he wondered when the last time that she had shaved her pussy.  Which got Ian even more excited.

     Ian dropped his body slowly, until it was partially on top of hers.  Ian kept his full weight off of her, not wanting to hurt her, she was so petite.  So Ian started going down her body with his tongue, until he reached her pussy.  Then Makeda was truly in ecstacy as Ian worked it over orally.  It was obvious to Ian that Makeda was not used to having sex.  Perhaps she was even a virgin.

     Ian worked furiously, excitement making him anticipate her feelings.  The woman didn't last very long before she arched her back in pleasure and let out an almost animal sound of sexual release. 

     Then Ian entered her and found out that she was indeed a virgin.  This got Ian extremely excited.  Makeda at first let out a groan of pain, but soon was moving along with the movement of his body.  Ian looked at his white body that merged with her dark body and, in a burst of passion, groaned loudly as his body was wracked by an orgasm.

     Exhausted, Ian dropped like dead weight next to Makeda.  Both man and woman were bathed in sweat.  It was a combination of heated passion and the temperature in the room, but neither one complained.

     Ian Hooker was sound asleep in his hotel room in Tel Aviv, Israel.  Ian lay on his back, his eyes rolling and twitching in REM mode.  Ian was dreaming.  After a short while, Hooker tossed and turned on the silky sheets.  It was Israel on a hot summer night, and it was scorching.  Ian lay there, still asleep, in his shorts, with no shirt, and no cover on.

     Ian saw his dream Skyler in the distance.  Her curvacious body slowly, tauntingly undulated in a dance that seemed to be a belly dance.  Skyler was dressed in Middle Eastern dancers dress, complete with metal bangles.  In the dream Ian just lay there, staring at the apparition of Skyler, for he felt that was who she was.  Skyler was somewhat older than when he had last seen her, but just as beautiful as ever.

     It was as if he were seeing her for the very first time.  His throat was dry,  and he felt as if there were a lump there.  Ian's breathing raced ahead, and he heard himself panting, finding it difficult to breath.  That was the way that Skyler always made him feel, and he loved her for it.  The image of Skyler, in his dream, came closer and closer, always tantalizing him with her ageless beauty.  She wasn't naked, but he didn't really care.  All that mattered to Ian was that she was near him.  That was all that was important to him at that moment in time.

     Soon Skyler was next to him, her breath sweet to smell, the touch of her hands a gentle electric shock to his body.  Just like static electricity coursing through his body, traveling down his spine.  Ian was ecstatic with joy that she was near him again, touching him, probing his body with her tongue.  The tongue that he remembered all so well.  She placed her hot tongue on his nipples, and Ian was transported to heaven's gate.  Yet in his dream he couldn't move very well.  Skyler was doing all of the work.

     Ian lay there, willingly docile for her.  Skyler was literally the girl of his dreams.  By this time she had removed her costume, and his dick responded by sticking up straight in the air.  It was the only part of his body that could really move, but it was the one part of him that mattered at the moment.  His torso arched ever so slightly.  The pleasure that Ian felt was unearthly.  The garden of unearthly delights.

     Next Skyler took off the dancer's bra, and Ian gazed at her breasts with lust in his eyes.  They were not too large, and not too small;  just right for Ian Hooker, as they had always been.  Then Skyler took the panties off and lay next to Ian.  Where they were, Ian had no idea at all, and didn't really care.  All that he could think of was Skyler and the lust and love that he felt for her.  Ian could feel the heat eminating from her nude body, which barely touched his own body, making his pleasure even more intense.  Skyler teased him by coming even closer, and then moving away, ever so slowly.

     Then Skyler came close again and straddled his body, his dick still hard and erect.  She rubbed his body, barely touching him, and his breathing got faster.  He could feel her pubic  hairs touch the end of his dick.  His dick exuded some cum.  Then she placed his dick inside of her, and Ian couldn't take much more.   After what seemed to be an eternity, Ian's body arched  and his dick shot cum into her.  He screamed with pleasure.

     Ian got up quickly from his deep sleep, and sat there in bed, in the heat, in a cold sweat.  Ian felt both elation and disappointment that it had only been a dream; but what a dream it had been.  Thinking about Skyler always made him feel that way.

     Ian lay back down in the bed, now unable or unwilling to go back to sleep.  Ian looked out the window at the nighttime city scape of Tel Aviv, the lights burning brightly in the heat of the summer night.  Then he felt a small tear form in his right eye, and fought it back ferociously.  His father had taught him that men don't cry.  Ian always hated that advice.  But training took over and he forced Skyler out of his mind;  for the time being at least.

     Ian lay asleep, although he was partially aware of what was going on.  His mind drifted to carnal thoughts about Skyler.  He pictured her as she had been ten years before; young, vibrant and full of life.  Skyler had been a flirt from the very begining, and Ian had done nothing to stop her flirty ways with him.  As a matter of fact, he encouraged her with innuendos and flirted with her openly and flagrantly.

     In his dream, Ian lay on a bed and Skyler was nearby; slowly dancing to some sexy music she heard in the background.  Ian watched her carefully, not wanting to miss a beat, or a senuous move of her sexy  body, which now glistened with sweat.  Skyler was at the start of a strip tease for Ian, and he was loving it.  Her long, red hair flowed in the wind created by a fan blowing behind her.  She was short, only five and a half feet tall, and slim.

     Skyler sat on a chair and tauntingly, slowly pulled off her socks.  Skyler then got up, bent forward towards Ian provocatively, her somewhat ample breasts reaching towards him imploringly.  She slowly lifted her shirt, showing a sexy red bra underneath.  Ian really started to get excited, and the red bra helped.  Skyler teasingly turned her back on Ian, and unhooked her bra; then slowly took it off.  Ian strained to get a glimpse of her boobs, but Skyler wouldn't allow him to  yet.

     She had on a pair of black shorts, which showed off her tanned and sleek legs.  Her legs were long for her body and gorgeous.  Skyler had a tattoo of a dragon on her right ankle, and one of a butterfly on the small of her back.  Ian thought that those two tattoos might represent her bad girl and good girl images.  Still with her back to him, Skyler slowly slid her shorts down, down, down; until they were past her pink panties.  Ian noticed that she had a very shapely ass, and he could feel an erection straining at his pants.  Skyler was a tease, and Ian was enjoying every second of her sexy show.

     Now Skyler had the shorts all the way down around her ankles, her cute butt sticking out at Ian.  Then she straightened up and did the same thing to her panties.  Now Ian's breathing got heavier and faster as the panties made their way down her shapeely ass and down her smoothly naked legs.  Then she took off the panties with a flourish and threw them at Ian.  The panties landed on his face.  Ian took them off and continued to watch her show.

     Then Skyler slowly turned around and Ian got his first full view of her glorious breasts and pussy.  The vagina was a lightly colored red and he could see it all, since it was shaved.  Ian sat up now, taking a new interest in the strip tease.  Skyler walked towards him, sultry and luscious.  Then she turned sideways to get in bed with him.

     Ian moved over in the bed, closer to Skyler.  Ian noticed that Skyler's breathing was getting heavier and faster too.  Their two mouths touched, as Ian turned his head slowly, Skyler kissed him passionately, and flicked her tongue against his.  This made Skyler move closer to Ian, their bodies now touching.

     Skyler roughly pushed Ian down on the bed and unzipped his pants.  As Ian lifted up his muscular butt, she pulled his pants off.  Next Skyler slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it off his shoulders.  His smooth chest touched her breasts at first, then he got closer and they touched even more, sending sparks of eletricity through Ian's body.  Now Ian felt as if his entire body were on fire, and this made him kiss Skyler even more passionately.  Skyler finally pulled his underwear off and both were now as naked as the day they were born.

     The only thing that stood between the two lovers now was Ian's erect penis.  In her wild passion, Skyler grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it, and then faster and faster moving her hand over his cock.  This in turn got Ian more excited and he reached his hand between her legs.  Ian then moved his efforts at kissing her to her neck.  Both were now in a frenzy of passion and excitement, as Ian kissed her breasts and tongued the nipples in a spiral motion.  Then Ian kissed and licked her all the way down to her sexy belly button, on his way to her pussy.  Skyler opened her legs without Ian having to ask her, and he proceeded to work his tongue in that area of her body.

     By now Skyler was arching her back and pressing his head deeper into her pussy.  After just a few minutes, Skyler's back arched even more, and, giving a loud groan, she came at last.  Ian didn't move.  He waited for her passion to subside a bit.  Then he started tonguing her pussy again and she responded immediately.  It only took a few minutes for her to cum a second, and then a third time.

     Ian then lay on his back next to her, waiting patiently for his turn at ecstacy.  He didn't have to wait long.  Skyler got up, and put his still hard penis in her mouth.  Ian closed his eyes and sighed with delight.  He had been waiting for this moment, it felt so damned good.  Skyler did this for five minutes.  She licked cum off the head of his dick, licked the entire shaft, including the underside, and took his dick as far into her mouth as it would go.

     Then Ian got up on his knees, pulled her legs apart and stuck his dick in her pussy.  Ian moved rhythmically in and out, and he liked watching his dick disappear into her pussy.  As he did this, Ian closed his eyes in ecstacy, holding her legs, caressing her breasts and moaning in pleasure.  It didn't take long before Ian's body stiffened and he moaned very loudly and, with a final yell of pleasure, came into Skyler's pussy.  Ian kept his dick in her pussy for a few minutes, feeling the euphoric after effects.  Then he pulled out of her and lay next to her, admiring her beautiful body. 

     For months I've looked forward to contacting you early in the morning before I went to work.  Most of the time you answered and we talked.  When you didn't answer, I felt somewhat sad.  It made for a bad start to my day.  You're much younger than me, that I know.  I sometimes wonder why you're attracted to me, but I'm damned glad that you are.  You are funny, sexy, delicious, fun and interesting; all the things I ever wanted in a woman.  You know who you are.

     It was a foggy day at the airport, as I stood there waiting for her airplane to arrive.  The plane was coming in from Australia, or rather, with a stop in Los Angeles.  She was Australian, and I wondered what her voice sounded like.  Would it be lilting, or what?  I was excited and nervous to meet her, all at the same time.  My insides were quaking, as if I were about to be ill.  I was like a love-struck teenager, waiting for his girlfriend.

     Would we be compatible, hit it off?  Maybe we'd end up hating each other.  There was no real way to tell, until she finally got here.  I couldn't even sit down and wait.  Her plane was due in half an hour and all I could do was pace back and forth, like an expectant father.  Several people in the waiting lounge looked strangely at me, but I didn't care.  I could only think of her.  What I wanted to do with her.  What she probably wanted to do with me.

     It had started months before online.  We were both on the same relationship site.  I was horny, but having a tough time finding the right woman for me.  She was horny, too, I could tell by what she wrote.  She seemed to be uninhibited with me, which I liked.  She often got me aroused with what she wrote.  I suppose what I wrote to her turned her on as well.  At least, that's what she told me.  I had to take it at face value.

     Anyway, I wasn't paying attention to the time at all, oddly enough, and I was broken out of my reverie by the sound of a woman's voice on the intercom, announcing the arrival of her airplane.  The moment of truth would soon be at hand!

     People started coming into the lounge from the airplane after a while.  I knew what she looked like, because she had sent me several pictures of herself.  Normal ones and naughty ones as well.  About halfway through emptying the plane, she walked into the lounge.  Time seemed to stand still for me.  She was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, tall and blonde.  My mouth must have hung open a mile.  I closed my mouth, not wanting to look like an idiot in front of her.

     She raised her arms for an embrace, but it took a few seconds for that fact to break through my stupor.  Then I raised my arms likewise.  We hugged right there in the lounge.  God, her body felt so damned good next to mine!  All through our so-called courtship phase, online dating, I often felt as if it were all unreal somehow.  Now she came through as being very real.  My dick responded to her warm embrace.

     "I see you're happy to see me," she said with a smile.

     I must have blushed.  "More than you know."

     "I think I have a pretty good idea," she responded.  Then she placed her lips against mine and gave me a big, wet, warm kiss

     People were probably staring at us, but I didn't care.  It soon got to the point where our tongues were clashing.  I was horny enough to fuck her right there and then, but didn't want to get us arrested.  The fun would have to wait.

     "Where do you want to go?" I asked her breathlessly.

     "To a hotel, silly," she said and smiled.  Her smile brightened her face and my heart.

     We got her bags, went through the concourse to where I had parked hours before.  I loaded her bags into the trunk, we got in and headed for the hotel.

     As I drove, she silently placed her left hand in my crotch and my dick responded.  She kept rubbing it as I made vain attempts to speak without my voice cracking.  It was a miracle we didn't get into an accident.  But I didn't protest, because it was exciting and relaxing at the same time.

     Finally we got to the hotel and checked in as husband and wife.  Our room was on the first floor of the huge hotel.  We went into the room, and I put her bags away.  I could hear something going on behind my back, but didn't know what.  So I turned around.

     And there she was, standing as naked as the day she was born!  The noises I'd heard were her stripping.  My dick responded again.  She came over and started taking my clothes off, because I was obviously incapable of it at that time.  I admit it, I was stunned.  Probably looked like a deer just before a car hits it.

     "I want to fuck you all day and all night," she purred.  Her voice had that Aussie lilt and was smooth as silk.  "I want you to fuck every part of my body."

     My body must have been shaking by now.  I'd drank a glass of milk before, which was probably turning into a milk shake now.

     "Yes, I want to fuck you, every inch of you," I finally responded, voice still quivering.  "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, sweetie."

     "Then let's get on with it," she said, "I've never been fucked by a Yank before."

     By now I was just as naked as she was, and it felt great.  She gently, but firmly, pulled me down to the bed.  "Let's do a 69," her voice purred in my ear.

     So she lay me down on my back, turned herself around and on top of me, and she started sucking on my cock.  My eyes closed for a minute, then I opened them.  Just above me was her shaved pussy.  God, it looked good enough to eat, so I did.  I pulled her butt down and started licking her pussy.  She moaned with pleasure, and I could imagine her eyes closing then opening as mine had done.

     All of a sudden she started sucking and licking my cock faster.  It had been so long since I'd had sex, I might cum prematurely.  My hands played with her ass as I greedily licked her pussy.  I even stuck my fingers in her asshole a few times.  She seemed to like that quite a bit, because she started moving faster with her mouth.  My dick started responding.

    Finally I could hear that she she was getting close to a climax, so my fingers went faster in and out of her asshole.  With a giant heave, she bucked and moaned with pleasure, several times.

     This seemed to turn me on so much that I could feel my body getting ready, and my dick shot the cum right into her mouth.  My body arched and fell several times from the pleasure.  That was just the first of many encounters I had with her.

There was a woman named Skyler in my life not too very long ago.  I met her online on a site for married people who were still looking for love and sex.  That was over five years ago.  I was amazed at her beauty at first.  She told me all about herself.  Her bi-polar husband she'd been married to for many years and abused her sexually, mentally and emotionally.

Skyler had survived cancer 14 years before.  Both of us could talk to the other in complete confidence.  She was eight years younger than me, 46 when we met.  She was worried that her husband was screwing younger women.  She was a month or two older than him.  Skyler always asked me why I was interested in her.  Why wasn't I going after younger women?  I told Skyler that, to me, she was a younger woman.  That her beauty would put a lot of younger women to shame.  That she was sexy, funny and delicious.  All of that was true.

Then about two years ago, she and her husband had a serious falling out.  She had been sending me sexy photos of her, taken by her husband.  I didn't fully realize it, but I loved her, even though we'd never met in person.  She was wanting to leave her husband.  I asked her to leave him and live with me.  That I'd leave my wife.  Skyler was truly taken aback at this statement.  Her husband had given her a serious inferiority complex.

Until that moment, I hadn't really known that I loved her.  Just that I was sexually attracted to her.  To me she was my beautiful angel.  That's what I called her.  I told her every chance that I got that she was beautiful, sexy and delicious, and that I wanted to have sex with her, marry her.  But her husband had a tight hold on her, financially mainly.

Then in September of 2008 I lost contact with her for several weeks.  Finally, I was online one day and an e-mail came in about Skyler.  I hurriedly opened it  It was from her older sister, telling me that Skyler had had cysts on her liver and kidney, and had died in the hospital.  Before going in to surgery, Skyler had given her sister a paper with my name and e-mail address, telling her to tell what happened to her if she didn't make it out alive.  She didn't make it.

So, the love of my life was gone, and it hit me hard.  Now we would never meet in person.  But at least I knew that she had cared about me quite a bit.  And I hope that, in some way, I made a difference during her last years.  I'll never stop thinking about you and loving you, Skyler.