I had been out in eastern Oregon on one of my many desert excursions. This one was in early march, a time when the weather of Sagebrush country is unpredictable at best, going from blazing heat to wintery blizzard conditions or vice versa in hours or less.
After a weekend of solitary wandering, I was ready to return home and have a night on the town before going back to work. My lonely sojourn had ended and I was ready for a good hot woman.
Upon approaching the cutoff for the mountain pass, I noticed that flakes of snow were beginning to fall, a worrysome development that prompted me to take a different turn off onto a mountain pass whose summit was a bit lower in elevation. In this way I figured to escape any dangerously heavy snowfall on my return journey.
I was most of the way to the summit of Oakridge pass when I found out the hard way that I was not going to make it over the summit on this night. My Camaro slid on a thin icing of snow and went into a bank, not hard enough to do any damage, but plenty hard enough to let me know that it was time to stop while I could. Dammit!
Only two miles earlier, I had passed a small hamlet in the alpine forest. A store, a gas station and a couple of other buildings, including a lodge. Well, I thought, my last night off is shot, but at least I can get a good night’s sleep and the snow will probably be melted off in the morning. With minimal difficulty I managed to get my car turned around and crawled back the way I came very slowly through building snow.
At the lodge I checked in and put my things into a comfortable kitchenette suite with a king sized bed. Although night had fallen, it was very early and I was nowhere near ready to go to bed, but what to do in a place like this?
I bundled up in my heavy, black, fur lined levi coat and stepped outside. The snow was falling thickly and the small hamlet looked charmingly christmassy, pillows of snow softening all hard edges and covering everything with a satiny coat of white. To my right I noticed a rustic looking building that looked like a ski lodge or something of the like, it was apparently what passed for a nightclub here in the mountains. I decided to investigate, although I had no hope of finding much action to speak of.
Inside the bar I found it rustically comfortable, pine boarded walls and planked, high ceiling. The place was virtually empty except for the bartender and a rather sleazy looking blonde who appeared to have had a few too many, she gave me a lascivious smile as I walked by and took a seat at the bar. Although the girl had rather nice breasts and a serviceable looking body, I knew at a glance that she was probably the town pump, a bit overly used for my taste. Her obvious drunkenness strengthened that impression. Any interest I may have had in her vanished.
I had initially dismissed the woman behind the bar with a single glance as I walked in. She was a bit chunky, and probably in her 40′s. However, as she approached and I ordered a beer, I experienced a shock when I looked into her warm brown eyes. She was not bad looking at all, not by a long shot. I felt a warm glow in my loins.
A few minutes of casual conversation told me a bit about Debbie. She was 40, a bit on the plump side, but not obese by any stretch of the word, possessed of long, silky, dark brunette hair that shimmered down her back like an ebony cascade. Her skin belied her age, soft and unlined like a young girl’s. Top this with smokey, dark eyes and Debbie was not a bad hunk of woman at all.
Debbie was just what the doctor had ordered except for one thing. She showed not the slightest indication by glance or body english, that she was interested in me at all. To make matters even less hopeful, a diamond wedding ring glittered on her finger. I was pretty sure that it was useless to try, but nonetheless, after my third beer I noticed that she was getting ready to close the joint and blurted out the question. Hell! Who knows, maybe she was divorced and wearing the ring out of habit.
“I really think you are a very nice and attractive lady, would you like to come over to the lodge and have a drink with me Debbie?”
She smiled and giggled. “I’m married honey.”
I grinned at her. “I won’t tell him if you don’t.” I grimaced at the worn out, overused line even as I spoke it. My only excuse was that I was already putting on a nice beer buzz.
“So where is your husband if you don’t mind my asking?”
She smiled wanly. “We have an ‘open’ relationship, at least as far as he is concerned. He is in Frisco with his 21 year old girlfriend.” The bitterness in Debbie’s voice was unmistakeable and I suddenly felt guilty for being such a lecher.
“I’m sorry.”
She chuckled and put another beer in front of me. “You are about out of time. Here, this one is on me. Better hurry, I have to close in a few minutes.”
I thanked her and smiled to myself. Okay, I struck out. Nothing to do but finish the beer and go to my room and sleep. This gal was not interested in any extracurricular activity, at least not with me. Finishing my last swallow I bid her goodnight and strode out into the still falling snow. Oh well, there would always be next weekend.
As I neared the lodge, I noticed something dark near the door to my room, a human shape bundled in heavy clothing. What the hell was this? I approached cautiously. The hooded head turned towards me and I looked into Debbie’s pretty eyes. “Don’t just stand there, open the door. I live in this town you know.”
How she got to my room before I did, I will never know, but I did not question. She must have locked up and ran out the back door of the bar. We entered my room and I helped Debbie out of her snow dusted parka. I dropped the coat into a chair and turned back to Debbie to have her slip into my arms, feeling warm and very female as I held her close and deeply kissed a pair of very hot and sweet lips. We held the kiss for a long time, the tips of our tongues touching. Debbie was definitly an armload of real woman. Every inch of her felt wonderfully hot and feminine against my body, she was passionate and eager. We continued to kiss hotly as we fell onto the large, comfy bed. This woman was hungry for love, no doubt about it. Her kisses and caresses bore the stamp of a lonely girl, more like a widow than a housewife.
There was no talk, only our bodies grinding together as we urgently kissed and touched. Completely unconciously, we slipped into the position, me between her ample thighs, our crotches grinding together hard as we tongue kissed with furious abandon. I could feel her dampness as her black skirt rode up above her hips and moisture soaked through her panties to dampen the fly of my levis. I began to kiss my way down her neck,, undoing her blouse until my fingers fumbled with her lacey bra. Debbie quickly reached to undo the center clasp. Two large, creamy and exquisitely lovely titties jiggled freely out into the open to be caressed by my lips.
Debbie sighed heavily, panting as she pushed her chest towards my face. I buried my face in those luscious tits like a child with a lollypop, sucking and licking in a state of delirium. Because of my severe case of lust, I was in a bigger hurry than I ordinarily would have been and my fingers quickly found their way inside of her already drenched pantyhose, middle and index fingers slipping into a sopping wet, hot cunt, eliciting a sharp groan as Debbie clutched me hard, biting my shoulder as she went into a quick and powerful orgasm.
As Debbie convulsed, my fingers wriggled inside of her and my thumb brushed her erect clit, intensifying her climax while she growled out unintelligible sounds combined with muffled profanity. She finally laid back on the bed panting and I began to kiss my way down her belly with the idea of slipping my tongue into her steaming pussy.
“No.” She panted. “Don’t fuck around with that, I need your cock right now.” She turned over quickly and got onto her hands and knees. With an agile movement she flipped her black skirt up over her ass and put her face down onto the pillow so that she could use both hands to yank her pantyhose down her thighs to expose that marvelously erotic ass and the pouting pink pussy that lay just under it, framed with inky black fur that was as soft as silk.
Inflamed with wild lust, I crawled up behind her on my knees and as I aimed my cock between her inviting ass cheeks, she reached back and nuzzled the tip of my livid prick between the hot, wet lips of that delicious looking pussy. I gasped as the hot moisture kissed the head of my cock. I had planned on entering her slowly, an inch at a time, but Debbie was hungry for cock and would have none of it. With a lustful grunt she pushed her ass back at me hard and my rigid cock slid up into her cunt to the hilt, till her warm, soft ass was pressed against my belly.
Debbie’s hot snatch felt exquisitely wonderful, gripping my stiff fuck stick, the muscles rippling along my shaft. She groaned loudly and ground her ass back against me and I gave into mindless primal instinct, grabbing her hips in my hands and stabbing my cock up into her in long, deep, fast strokes, humping at her ass like a crazed animal as she moaned incoherently and thrust herself back upon my impaling flesh missile. Somewhere in the back of my pleasure blinded mind, I knew that Debbie was swiftly reaching a powerful orgasm, but I did not care since my own cock was jerking and twitching inside of her slimy fuck hole, preparing to give up it’s hot, spitting load. With bulging eyes I stared at that point where my prick was vanishing inside of her tight cunt, just below her pink asshole, which was contracting and dilating with her spasms of pleasure. She gasped out something about cumming and went incoherent again. “Fuck me,,fuck me with that hard cock,,fuckkk,aaghhhhh!” She twisted her ass and ground against me and my dick began coughing huge spurts of sperm into her womb. My body went out of control, my ass jerking against her as my cock twitched and poured out it’s creamy white bounty. We finally collapsed together, panting, her pussy an oozing mess.
After catching our breath we laid there for a long time as I kissed her tenderly and stroked her pretty face, brushing the soft, dark hair away from her eyes. She soaked up my caresses like a purring kitten. I could tell that this lady had been in need for a long time. I could scarcely imagine a man who would leave this behind for something else, her husband must have rocks in his head.
Our embrace and sweet kisses became ever more passionate till I was laying between her creamy white thighs, her warm, feminine fingers guiding my cock back into her throbbing slit. As she lifted her knees I glided into her moist heat, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Goddam! This was good. I fucked her in ernest, plunging deeply into her in long, hard strokes. Looking into those soft, doe eyes in between kisses.
In no time Debbie reached another orgasm, her heels dug into my buttocks. I felt a warm, wet flood over my prick and immediately began to ejaculate inside of her gripping velvet tunnel, my back hunching as my ass jerked, my cock violently spitting cum into her deepest recesses as we groaned together. Both of us thoroughly spent, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, my still half rigid cock inside of her.
Somewhere in the early morning darkness I awoke with the bed jostling, an earthquake? Something suddenly felt very good. I looked up to see Debbie astride me, riding my prick like a bronco, her hair disheveled, skin shining in a beam of moonlight like alabaster or sculpted ice. I could feel rippling motions of her vaginal muscles gripping my shaft, wantonly milking me for her pleasure with total abandon, small childlike whimpers coming from her throat. She tautened, gritting her teeth as her ass cheeks clenched on me, my cock was bathed in liquid fire and I gripped her hips, starting to cum.
“D,,Debbie,,” I grunted. “Your,,your cunt!” That was all I could get out of my mouth as fireworks went off inside my brain and my twitching dick shot rapid jets of sperm up into her womb. Debbie hunched over me, in the throes of multiple orgasms. It felt as if I would never stop spurting, one hot wad after another as my shaft coughed up it’s milky cargo into her tight cunt.
When we could move again, we snuggled tightly into each other’s arms and drifted back into sleep, a sensation of total bliss enveloping us. I finally awoke again to see sunlight streaming through the curtains and Debbie was gone, no sign of her in the suddenly very empty seeming room.
I smiled to myself, a slight sadness in my chest. It was better this way, no complications, no awkward moments. Just pleasant memories. I showered and packed my few things.
Outside, warm sunshine was rapidly melting the snow off of the roads. There would be no problem getting over the pass now. I climbed into my car and began to warm up the engine. Then, I noticed something on the seat next to me. It was a small, black leather bag. With my eyebrows arching I picked it up and undid the draw string. Inside was a pair of white panties, the ones that Debbie had worn under her hose. Also tucked inside the bag, a little piece of paper. I unfolded it and smiled as I saw the words.
Come back to me.
I will be waiting.
Debbie
I looked around at the sleepy little hamlet, dripping water everywhere reflecting the sun like a million prisms. Yes, sooner or later I would be back. With any luck it would be on a night exactly like last night, falling snow, Debbie’s heart shaped face outlined by the soft fur of her parka, waiting to feel my arms around her again.
In the evenings they go to the mall. Once a week or more. Sometimes they even leave the dinner dishes in the sink so they will have enough time to finish all the errands. The father never comes — he hates shopping, especially with his wife. Instead, he stays home to read the paper and putter around his study. To do things that the other dads must be doing in the evenings. To summon the sand to come rushing in and plug up his ears with its roaring silence.
Steven had few real regrets, but seeing how his major in philosophy had little practical application in the real world often proved daunting. Thoughts of easier choices could inspire pointless envy, true tales of those less capable from an intellectual standpoint now handsomely remunerated, firmly ensconced in cherry-wood paneled offices high over the city, transformed by time and money and paper into semi-respected lawyers and businessmen. But Steven lacked pull. 
“Spring is not meant to be cold.” This is what Ella thought as she bent over and picked up the sleeping stones she had placed outside several days ago. The way the sun was shining made her feel as if the season was being cheated. She moved from stone to stone with a vague feeling of anger; some watery form of injustice. “Where is the spring?” she thought again, picking up another slab. 
Dan was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business.
A young children’s librarian who is six months out of library school comes into my office for her half-year probationary review. If she passes the review she becomes a permanent member of the staff; if she flunks she’s gone. 
I dreamed last night that I woke up late because my alarm clock had grown arms and legs and run away. Then, as I stumbled into the kitchen I discovered a crocodile was eating Cheerios on my kitchen floor. Being late, I decided to pass on breakfast and returned to my bedroom to dress. I took off my nightgown, slipped into some edible panties, pink tights, a torn tutu, and my basketball jersey. I then slipped on my funky purple tennis shoes, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, braided my hair into a pig tail, climbed out my bedroom window, got on my bicycle, and peddled off to school.
In an instant, a life can divide into Before and After. A phone call, a news flash can do it. Invariably, something remains as a reminder. For Joseph, a colleague at Chloe’s office, it is Bach playing on the stereo before the screech of brakes, the crunch of metal, an ambulance, the hospital.
I haven’t told this story to anyone else but you seem nice enough. Maybe you’ll understand. At any rate, it’s time I told the truth.
I’ve never been much for those little bikini things…and I’m probably the only one who thinks a guy wearing a Speedo is completely normal. You see, I grew up spending my childhood in lycra swimsuits and unheated very chlorinated pools. In Eastern Oregon there were only two things to do in the summer: swim or get in trouble. Since I didn’t become a trouble maker until after I left home, I chose to spend my summers swimming. I spent so much time in the pool in Ontario, Oregon that it wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned that my hair is actually reddish brown and not greenish blonde. 
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