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Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Sabbatum morning of commemoration Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was in high spirits. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his 4th Roman mile, and in a few bit he would be leaving the beach and getting back on the pavement. Then he would run the five city block to his condo complex and jump in the pool.

He loved running on the beach for several reasons. There was usually a breeze. The hard-packed sand was the nonesuch running Earth's surface. And the scenery : the beach babes, slim, hot, and wearing little.

It was a small-scale town on the northeast coast of Everglade State, a quaint throwback to earliest times. No high-rise trashing the realm and seascape like most of Florida. The developers and the politico in their pockets hadn't ruined this space yet. It was just five geographical mile down the intracoastal from a college Town, an historic holidaymaker destination. People flocked to the area for weekends, or calendar week on end, to soak up the history and pawn up the shaft.

It was a good day for sightseeing, Lonnie thought as he plodded along, checking out the scenery from behind his shades. The beach was crowded and the babes were out in force. It made him want to slow up down so he'd have a right chance to take them all in.

One gal caught his centre immediately. She was standing at the bound of the urine, getting her feet wet, and even from fifty yards Lonnie could tell that she had a torso that could knock a turkey buzzard off a deoxyephedrine truck. He knew that from afar, bodies could often look really good, but then would get frumpier the finisher he got. Not this time. This womanhood's body was incredible. A long, lean blond, with dynamite legs, toned munition and shoulder joint, nice medium-sized bosom standing straight out. Slim and athletic, just his type. At first-class honours degree he thought she was naked, but as he approached he could separate she wore a skimpy bikini that barely covered what she had and was a come together match to her tan pelt tone. He slowed, wanting a salutary look. As he passed her from barely five feet away, he did a double-take. He knew her.

He stopped and turned around. She was looking at a tank driver off the coast. He studied her face for a present moment. It was a face he'd known for a couplet of eld. He walked up to her.

"Claire ?"he said."Is that you ?"

She looked dumbfound, surprised by his approach. Lonnie could see fugitive disarray on her boldness as she tried to focus.

"Yes ?"she said.

They stood there looking at each other. She was deeply bronze, her breast and crotch and ass barely covered by her bikini. He wore only shoes, running short, and a baseball cap. They were way out of context. When they usually saw each other they both wore business sector attire.

"It's me, Lonnie."

"Oh, right ! Lonnie, Hi !"she said, enthusiastically."I didn't recognise you at first."

"It took me a present moment, too,"he said."I guess it's because we're both half-naked."

They laughed."I guess,"she said.

"God, you look amazing,"he said.

"Thank you."

"My optic zeroed in on you from fifty yards away."

"Oh, please…"she said with a cushy, hinder laugh.

"I'm sober. Do you descend to the beach often ? I run this beach every weekend and I haven't seen you before."

"Maybe you haven't looked in the right field places."

"I run up and down this beach every Sabbatum and Sunday. I live just five cylinder block from the pier."

"I don't usually come here to the town beach. I don't like the crowd. I'm here today with my Mom."She pointed to an older woman nearby, seated in a beach chair under an umbrella, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, reading a paperback al-Qur'an."She's staying with us for the weekend."

Lonnie liked looking at Claire, but Mom pretty much squashed any mentation of hanging out with her. He prolonged his small public lecture for a distich minutes longer while he checked out her body some more. Her wet swimsuit clinging like shrink wrap to her taut nipples, firm ass, and cameltoe. Her toned speed body and inclination pegleg, beaded with seawater. The small sun and moon tattoos on her articulatio humeri. The amber scantling in her omphalos. His shades were dark, so she probably couldn't see his eyes flitting about. But he knew she knew.

They said their goodbyes, and Lonnie ran off down the beach, heading for home plate with half a boner in his sweat-soaked shorts.

-- --

Lonnie worked for a firm that created direct marketing campaigns for local business concern. All clientele and advertizer were his prospects, from the largest caller to the smallest Mom-and-Pops. Over two years before, when he was in his third workweek on the job, he was cold-calling a boastfully landing strip shopping center. He started at one end of the shopping center and went right down the blood line, calling on every business. The shoe entrepot, the dry cleaner, the bowling bowling alley, the Chinese takeout, the hardware, one after the other. About two-thirds of the way through he came to a small shop. It was a religious bookstall. His gut told him that this place was probably not much of a candidate for a sale, but he went in anyway. A Bell sounded when he opened the door. He was relieved to see the plaza had no customers at the moment, thinking he could get in and out quickly without wasting a great deal clip. The store was bass than it was wide, and the sales parry was in the rachis. As he strode toward the counter, a cleaning woman stood up behind it. That's when he met Claire.

The starting time thing he noticed about her was her smile. It was so real, like the girl next door you've known your unanimous sprightliness, individual you trusted redress away. It put him at repose, and any hesitance about approaching this exceptional store was already gone. Then he noticed her face, pretty and tan, with babe blue middle that seemed to see right through him, a potent mentum and luxuriously cheekbones, light-haired whisker brushing her shoulder joint, pearl earrings. Then he noticed her clothing. A green skirt that fell below her articulatio genus and a baggy, long-sleeved bluing gaberdine with the store logo sewn on it. Demure, to a fault. It didn't go along with her face.

Lonnie introduced himself, told her a fiddling about his ware and showed her a few sampling. He gave her his usual warm auction pitch, and asked if he could schedule a clock time to come back and realise a presentation. She surprised him and said, for certain come on back, let's do it right now.

There was a doorway behind the retort. She led him through it to a back room with shelves loaded with product, books, cards, giving items and legion other breed. On one side was a desk, a pair president and a data file cabinet.

"My office,"Claire said, pointing to a chair."Not project I know, but please have a bottom. If the bell rings I will own to take care of the customers.

Lonnie sat down, opened his slip and went into his spiel. The presentation normally took about 20 minutes, but they were interrupted once for a few minutes when the doorbell went off. He was there a good XL minutes altogether, and at the end she surprised him.

"I like it,"she'd said."I think it would be a good way to reach new customers. I will have to talk over it with a couplet the great unwashed to have it approved. We have a meeting following week and I will put this on the agenda."

"I'd be happy to come to your encounter and do another presentation,"Lonnie offered, figuring much would get lost in the interlingual rendition if Claire did it.

"That won't be necessary,"she'd said, smiling as if she'd learn his mind."This is the way we do things. The store is owned by the church building, and I meet regularly with the treasurer and pastor. They usually go along with what I recommend if it's in the budget, and we have some funds useable. And I think it would be a good affair to try. Can you leave a few samples that I can show them ?"

Lonnie left her with a media kit stuffed with data : testimonials, rate, mapping, sample distribution. He could order Claire was impressed. She asked him to ring her a hebdomad from Friday for a decision.

Two hebdomad later they were both seated at her desk designing her number one campaign. Claire signed a declaration to run a promotion every other month.

That was how it started. Lonnie began calling on Claire on a regular basis. There were meetings to design and publish transcript, meetings to go over and proof the written matter and have collections and discharge off samples.

They liked each former. She always seemed happy to see him, and he always loved to see her smile when he walked into the store.They talked about affair other than stage business, too. She didn't talk very much about herself, but he did find out a few things. She had graduated from college with a degree in business and marketing, which made Lonnie laugh, because she was so pocket-size but probably knew a the pits of a lot more about his own business than he did. She was married to the direct coach of the human dynamo topical anaesthetic high schooling football game team, and they had moved here when he got hired. She had left a good job as a selling theater director at a large exit mall and was now running this lilliputian store.

He always looked forward to his clock time when he'd see her. With each sojourn they became more well-heeled. She had a droll sense of humor that belied her clothing, which was always buttoned-down and covered by the company smock. She had an easy laugh, but a shy smile. And Lonnie liked it when she would touch him on his arm sometimes as she spoke. Occasionally they would play with each other, both figuring there was no scathe and nothing would come of it. Just a small innocent fun.

"Are you really married, or do you just wear that ring to keep guys from hitting on you ?"Lonnie kidded with her one time.

"Really married,"she said. Then added :"If it was just for discouraging men, I'd have a bigger diamond."

He'd been curious how old she was, but of course of study he couldn't ask. He found out by accident. He saw a natal day card on the ledge beside her desk.

"Is it your birthday ?"he asked.

"Day before yesterday,"she said.

"Really ? Well, felicitous birthday ! I wish I'd known. So, twenty-five again, huh ?"

"She laughed."Yeah, I wish."

They ended up guessing their years. Lonnie said he thought Claire was twenty-eight, she told him she was thirty-one. She guessed he was xxiv, he said ‘ No, I'll be 26 in two months ’.

"I'll try to retrieve that."

"Well, it looks like we're both aging well."

Claire leaned forward laughing and squeezed his knee when she did so.

The sole clip that their encounter became the least bit tense was when Claire would bring up religion, and try to get him to come to church. Every few month she'd bring it up, Lonnie would sense embarrassed and their unharmed vibration would disintegrate into awkwardness, and he'd wish to slink away. Lonnie believed that the Christian Bible and the world's religions were all just different versions of the Lapplander fairy taradiddle. Finally, one sentence she brought it up again and he told her politely but firmly, ‘ Look Claire, I was brought up in church. My mother dragged us kids there every Sunday while Dad played golf. When we became teenagers she let us wee-wee up our own psyche. One of my baby stayed, the rest of us left. I'm a good guy, and God knows I'm a good guy. If he wants me, I think he'll come after me himself ’.

Claire smiled, thought he was cunning. ‘ Touche,"she said. She never mentioned it again.

-- --

Lonnie had a lot of customer around town, and many of them bang each other. Some of them would chat about others, and over sentence he heard a thing or two about Claire, or more specifically, about her husband and her wedding. The meat was that her husband was not all he was cracked up to be. Sure, he was a big man on the high-pitched schoolhouse campus, and highly successful as the head football passenger car, but he also had an ego to Thomas More than peer. He could be verbally and sometimes physically abusive to his players, assistants, and even his wife. He fooled around. He was the kind of guy who went to church on Sunday, mostly to be noticed and get pumped up by compliments from the football lover, but used it as a license to be a slit the other six day of the week. The oecumenical consensus was that Claire was a secure adult female trapped in a bad marriage to a Type A asshole.

Lonnie was thinking about all that as he cooled off in the pool after seeing Claire on the beach. He thought about her organic structure, how delicious it looked, and how she'd kept it shrouded from him by her unloose, church peeress clothing for over two years. He knew she was attractive, but he never imagined she was so sexy, and so well-fixed in her cutis, as well as that skimpy bathing suit. It saddened him to think of her stuck in a bad wedding and he wondered what her home life was really ilk. She was always cheerful and offbeat when she greeted him, but was it all just an act ? Or was it possible that their occasional touching and flirt was not so innocent after all ?

The following week he stopped by the store. Claire's face broke into a wide-cut grin and she greeted him warmly. The store had just opened so there were no customers yet. His alibi for dropping by was that he wanted to leave her written matter of some new templets his companionship had designed that she might need to use for future ads. He could stimulate brought them the next sentence they met to put her ad together, but he just wanted to see her and talk to her. After a brief summation, he got to the very understanding for his visit.

"It was fun seeing you on the beach finally hebdomad,"he said.

"Yes, that was overnice. I didn't recognize you at first without your shirt and tie,"she responded.

"I know what you mean. I did a double-take and almost ran right on by you before I realized it was you. I'm not used to seeing so a good deal of you as I did that day, if you know what I mean."

She gave him the shy smile he adored, and said,"I could say the Lapp about you."

"But I have to enjoin you something, Claire. I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day."He nervously shuffled his feet."You…, I couldn't believe, uh, I mean I always knew you were attractive, but geez, I can't believe what a killer dead body you have. And why you've been hiding it behind that duster for so long. You should let that consistency out !"

"wellspring, thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Oh yeah, it's a compliment."

Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day : The encompassing shoulder joint, slim waist, flat venter, his muscled second joint, his tight, sweaty running shorts.

"Well, I think you've been hiding a pretty good body behind your salesman kit, too."

Lonnie blushed."To cerebrate how many fourth dimension I've run on that beach and never spotted you."

"You wouldn't have spotted me. That's not where I usually go to the beach. I go to a situation that's more private. tranquillize and secluded, where I can deliver it to myself."

"speech sound nice. Where is it ?"

Claire hesitated."It's sort of a secret."

"A hugger-mugger ? What form of a secret ? Is it on the ocean ? There aren't any private beaches around here."

"Yes, it's on the ocean,"she said."But I haven't shared it with anyone yet."

Lonnie took the hint and didn't button the issue. But to him the key Scripture she'd said was yet.

A customer came in so they wrapped it up, and quickly set an appointment to design the next mailing set to go out for holiday Bible School.

-- --

They met the following Thursday sunup, a one-half hour before the store opened, so they could get the body of work done without being interrupted by customer. They were seated at her desk as they worked on the copy. Lonnie noticed Claire was wearing a light trace of eye phantom he hadn't seen before. She was sitting a trivial closer too, and he could reek her sweet, delicate scent. When she touched his arm or her helping hand brushed his, he'd feel himself getting aroused, thinking, she has no melodic theme what she's doing to me. Or does she ? It made him desire to immerse his face into her neck opening and chew her smock off with his teeth.

They were done in twenty dollar bill minutes. Lonnie prolonged his visit.

"So, are you ready to state me where your especial, private beach is ?"

"I told you, it's a secret,"she said.

"Why is it a secret ? If it's such a great place, wouldn't it be wagerer if you shared it ? I won't William Tell anyone."

"Why do you want to know ?"

"What's the matter ? Do you think I'm going to lift up on you and require image of you in your bikini and sell them on the internet ? Listen, what if you passed out and didn't make it menage ? mortal should know where to look."

Claire laughed."You are in effect, Lonnie. You should go into sales."

That made Lonnie jape. They sat there looking at each other earnestly until they both broke into big smiles.

"okey. I'll tell you,"she said."I've never told anyone. It will be our undercover, okay ?"He nodded."You know the state parking lot, north of township ? If you walk up the beach from town about a half international nautical mile, there is the beach area where all the common visitors go. There's a life guard, snack bar, parking lot, beach rentals, all that. And that's where all the people are. They all stay there, right on top of each other. But the park goes on for three more miles north of there all the way to the inlet. There's a stop about a knot and a one-half up where the coastline curves eastward and the sand dune are high Patrick White sand. My patch is right at the curve, protected, and I can see the altogether beach north and Dixie. If anybody is approaching from either focal point, I can see them coming from a air mile away. I've been there a hundred clip and only once has anyone come close, and they turned around long before they could take spotted me.

"Anyway, as you know, I have Mondays off. I do my chore in the morning, and then all afternoon I'm on the beach. Weather permitting, of path. So, can you keep our secret ?"

Lonnie had a lump in his throat. He nodded and softly said yes. He felt like kissing her but he knew he couldn't. It was time for Claire to open the store.

Claire watched his backside as he walked the duration of the entrepot and out the door. Her own dead on target feel surprised her. She was hoping he would come Monday. Lonnie knew he would.

-- --

The following Mon was a day as beautiful as the one when Claire and Lonnie talked on the beach. Claire got her chores done quickly so she could get an sooner start. She was queasy, hoping he would fare. She took an extra beach towel, just in case.

Lonnie decided to take the afternoon off. He knocked off at half-past noon, drove home to his condo and changed from his employment apparel to his running attire : shoes, boxers, ball cap and shades. He drank a pint of water as he stretched, and then was out the door. He eased into it, jogging the five blocks to the pier, then onto the beach. He slogged through the soft guts to get to the hard jammed sand at the weewee's boundary, then he started running north. There was a pleasant breeze which felt aplomb on his sweaty chest. He picked up his pace, passed the cluster of people on the DoS green beach orbit, and soon had nothing but open, empty coastline ahead of him.

Claire had been nestled in her billet for about an hour when she first spotted him. He was about a mile away. commodity timing, she thought. It was about meter for another application program of tanning oil and she could get Lonnie to utilize her second coat. She'd been thinking for daylight about how it might feel to have his bridge player roaming around on her body. She shivered at that thought, and watched his still stride as he drew near. She spread the special beach towel on the sand next to her own.

Lonnie didn't see Claire until he was barely a hundred cubic yard away. It was a brilliant spot, just like she had said. A grin broke out on his aspect and he picked up the pace. He slowed and walked the last 20 curtilage. She looked great prevarication there, then she sat up. She was leaning on her manus, smiling. Her blonde pilus was tied back. She had on a unlike two-piece, even more unwrap then the one he'd seen in conclusion sentence, pitch-black, with jaundiced suns and greens Moon on it, and the bottom was not much more than a thong.

Claire watched his advance and liked what she saw. The smile on his look, and his point dead body, just as good as she remembered. And those flimsy running shorts, sweat-wrapped to his bulge.

"Hi,"he said right off, from five human foot away.

"Hello, Lonnie.

"It looks like your secret is out."

"It's our unavowed now."

"The rest are on their way."

"What !"

Lonnie laughed."Just kidding. I wouldn't want anyone to dash our party. And I hope I'm not crashing your party."

"No, you're not. I wouldn't have told you if I didn't want you to come. I was hoping you would. Here, sit down."

He sat on the towel beside her."I knew I would."

"Are you thirsty ? Here."She handed him her isolate cup full of cold water. He took few sips and handed it back to her.

"You are right wing about this place,"he said."perfect spot. The sand is easygoing as powder. It's beautiful."

"Yep. And we have it all to ourselves."

Lonnie liked the way she said ‘ ourselves ’. Claire asked him if he had any difficulty getting off work, and he told her no, his time was pliant, and as long as his study got done and his numbers racket were honorable there was no job.

"Hey, will you do me a favor ?"Claire asked.

"Sure,"he replied.

"volition you rub lotion on my back ?"

"Sure, where do I signal ?"

"You're so cute,"she said, and handed him a tube.

He watched her pivot her body around and lay face-down on the towel. Then she surprised him and unhooked her bra in the back. Lonnie thought that was a secure sign. She rested the side of meat of her mind on the towel. He uncapped the tube and squeezed some onto his deal. Smelled like coconuts. Then he squirted a hefty drawing string on her amphetamine back. He admired her consistency, smoothly tanned from top to bottom. Her ass was 100 % tanned and 99.5 % exposed, with only the tapered V of her G-string covering the acme of her boldness, and a thickset corduroy running through her crack.

"tinker's damn, Claire, you have a great tan. No tan furrow anywhere."

"That's what I like."

"So do I. You tan in the nude sculpture ?"

"Sure, if I can. I have a private backyard. And this place is in effect for that."

"Don't let me block up you."

"Okay."

Lonnie treasured the feel of her soma as his oily fingers and medal glided over her back and shoulder joint. He thought he heard subtle sigh from Claire as he did so. He heard more suspiration, just smidgens away from low moans, when he covered her lower back. He slathered her good, like ointment cheese onto a warm bagel.

He was down to her ass. Now what ? Should he go right to the stage ? Or just dig into her o.k. ass ? He played it safe.

"want me to do your butt ?"he asked.

"Yes. If you want to."

Does a wild bear shit in the Wood ? Lonnie was prepare to have some fun. He rubbed lotion all over that rarefied ass, and used every foursquare millimeter of his hands to be sure he didn't miss a spot. highschool, low, around the slope. He squeezed her here and there, inducing More tranquillize groan. He even spread her cheeks to let the oil ooze in, and slid a finger along her crack to be certainly she had even insurance coverage. He was proud of his oeuvre. Even Claire's mother fucker would suffer a tan !

He did a clinical covering on the back of her branch because he was distracted by the swell hot rod maxing out in his sweaty shorts.

Then Claire said,"You want to do my forepart ?"

Lonnie replied,"I'd love to do your front !"

She turned over, leaving the bra on the towel beneath her. Her bare, beautiful, fully-tanned nipple were a banquet for his eyes. He ogled them, then looked at Claire, who had that shy smile on her face. He squirted some juice all over her chest, and spread it around, applying it to her neck, her berm, all over her breasts. Claire was looking at his boldness the whole fourth dimension, and her smiling never wavered. Lonnie kneaded her tits, felt her greasy, erect nipples between his fingerbreadth and thumbs. Then he stopped. He looked at her, she was still smiling. His eyes bored holes into her eyes, and her eyes bored holes into his. He leaned down, and with a hand still caressing her breast, he kissed her.

It was the most vivid first candy kiss either had ever had, and it felt long delinquent to both of them. Claire's mouth opened without hesitation, and their clapper tangoed to a sexy pulse. It was a hanker kiss, and when their lips parted, Claire's helping hand was on the dorsum of Lonnie's neck, and her mamilla were on a backbreaking, highschool alert.

"That was prissy,"Claire said."You're a safe kisser."

"Thank you, so are you,"Lonnie said."I've idea about it for some time."

"So have I."

Lonnie went back to his lotion detrition. He was sure enough to be careful around Pussyville. Her thong was modest, covering her slit with not a great deal to spare, and he could see the damp precis of her sassing. He moved quickly, tracing around it and moved onto her legs, because he didn't want turnkey matter up. He took his clip on her legs and feet.

"I've never done this before,"she said.

"Never done what, specifically ?"

"Been with another man, or kissed another man, since I've been married, former than my husband. I don't want you to recall I'm unleash, or a tramp, or anything."

"I don't think that,"Lonnie said, thinking they'd known each other for over two years, it's not like she rushed into anything. After a short-circuit pause he added,"Why are you doing it now ?"He was hoping to hear some juicy details about her wedding and her philandering husband.

"Because I want to,"was all she said.

Lonnie leaned down and put his lips to hers again, and they shared another long, exploratory kiss, searching, delving and tasting. When they broke the candy kiss, Claire glanced briefly at his cock, which she could see was of good size of it, and his shorts straining to keep it hidden.

"okey, on your stomach,"she said."Your tour. We don't want you to burn."

So Lonnie did. Who wouldn't ? He got face down on the bombastic towel and waited for her digit to start walking. His cock pressed hard against the sand. He heard the sucking of her squeezing the tube, and felt the warm lotion landing on his upper back. Then her hired hand got busy.

Maybe it was because of his anticipation and that his fantasy about being confidant with her seemed to be coming true up, but her hands felt magical on his back. His dick couldn't get any harder, and he found himself grinding it into the towel. Her fingers dabbed and dug and rubbed here and there, down his back to the al-Qaeda of his spine.

"I know you don't have a full body tan, but you want me to do your tail end ?"she asked.

"Absolutely,"he said, short of breath. His heart was in his throat.

"OK, then. Let's get these bad male child off of you."

She slipped the fingers of both her hands inside the pliant waistcloth of his short circuit and pulled them off, his cock snagging on the fabric for a second until he lifted his groin and freed himself. She pulled the short pants all the way down, over his shoes and off. Then she poured lotion all over his ass.

Lonnie felt the trickle of the lotion into his crack, and when he felt her strong manus massaging his ass he wanted to hump the sand beneath him.

"Okay, turn over,"Claire said, after she finished with his calves."Time to do your front."

This was new ground for Lonnie. Here he was on the beach with Claire, naked except for his running horseshoe, and he was thinking, tinker's damn, this woman who had been so small-scale and reserved around me for over two old age, has a bit of a risky run she's been hiding. And here she is, naked but for the postage stamp barely hiding her gash, relaxed and completely well-off with her own body, and now she is ready to get comfy with mine.

He turned over. His cock was hard and swell up, like an overcooked brat resting there on his abdomen, kissing his belly release. Claire took a thoroughly gander at it, nodded, but didn't say anything at first, she just applied the application and started rubbing it into his chest. Lonnie's nipples were aroused by her touch. His groin was squirming like an galvanising eel.

When she'd worked her way down there, Claire squirted the application over his tool and groin upper second joint and said,"I like that you're shaved. I like the fresh look. shuffling things well-heeled, too."

brand thing easier ? What matter ? What the hell is she talking about, Lonnie thought. She's driving me to the sharpness, he was hoping he didn't seminal fluid prematurely. It was building up down there, he knew that. He was going to come, probably sooner rather than later, and it was going to be a doozy.

Claire rubbed the lotion into his skin, all around it, taking her time. Then carefully into his testicles. Then she rubbed it all over the shaft of his pecker, and the head, and began stroking him slowly, up and down, up and down. Lonnie's prick was an oil slick, and her hand glided over it with slippery relief. He arched his book binding, craning for freeing. Then it stopped.

"This lotion tastes really good. Coconut,"Claire said, and licked her finger.

Then she lowered her headway and took his cock into her backtalk. Lonnie let out a grown that might take in made the offshore whales come up for air. He dug his fingers into the towel and lifted his groin to her look. She played with his bollock in one script while the other one slipped under his ass, and her fingers crept to his crack and dug in. The tip of one entered his hole, and Lonnie thought he might bust his egg right then.

He concentrated, and held off as best he could, but not for long. His cock had withstood the long rubdown, with Claire's oily hands tracing over his oily flesh, pushing all his right-hand buttons, but he couldn't waiting any longer. When he knew his dick was about to flare up, he put his men around her neck and held on, and arched his body, inching it cryptic. He came in a long, hot sizzle. It burned its way up through his shaft and ropes of semen shot into her mouth.

He pulled her head to his and kissed her, plunged his tongue into her cum-slick mouth, and rolled her over onto the other towel so he was on top. He knelt between her peg, grabbed her ass with both script and yanked her toward him and lifted, so her oral sex and amphetamine back were resting on the towel, and her crotch was raised up, and in his cheek. He sucked the fabric of her thong into his mouth and chewed on it for a bit, tasting its sweaty funk. Then he pulled it to the side and buried his brass into her bald, tan pussy.

"Oh My God !"Claire exclaimed, as she pushed her cunt into his face and wrapped her legs around his neck.

Lonnie rammed his spit into her fathead, chomped away on her swelled clit, and pigged out. Claire was moaning, writhing, wildly pushing her genitals into him, and digging her handwriting through his hair's-breadth as he ate her.

After several moment he looked up, and said :"I want you to come on my face."

He rolled them over again so he was on the bottom and Claire was on her genu, sitting on his face. Her pussy-pounding was easier now, being on top, and Lonnie felt the bouncy, grinding force on his oral fissure, nose, and chin. He sucked on her clit like it was a clogged shuck, licked her salty lips, and tongue-fucked her salivating cunt. She was humping his forefront, he was squeezing her ass.

In a few short circuit transactions, Claire was about to unleash. Lonnie knew it too, he could feel her trembles grumble deep within her and slowly uprise up.

"Oh My God !"Claire said again, hissing her Good Book as her body succumbed to the rush.

Her cum gushed out of her ignited catch and collided with Lonnie's lips and mentum, and into his mouth, giving him his first taste of her Lady cum. Her groyne twisted with her freeing, her physical structure shivered atop him, she smushed her seeping cunt into his teeth.

When her muscle spasm subsided, Claire backed off and lowered her face to his. She inserted her tongue into his sass and their osculation was longsighted and hard, just like Lonnie's turgid meat. With their sassing plastered together, he rolled their bodies over yet again, he was back on top. It was meter to Irish pound Claire's aphrodisiacal consistence into the sand.

Still kissing, he led his shaft to her luscious slot and fed it into her. The sensation was perplex, Lonnie thought, as he started fucking her, and her cushioned walls hugged his bloated bone.

"How's that ?"Lonnie said, as he thrusted it into her.

"Oh My God,"she rasped."It's ripe. I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"Finally,"he said, and started pumping harder and faster.

The wet, hard-packed sand might have been a peachy control surface for running, but the soft, pulverized sand was a great surface for fucking. The Sand adjusted to Claire's backside -- her spine, her butt, her legs, all of her -- adept than a Tempur-Pedic. She tightened her pegleg around the spine of his as he banged her.

They stared at each other, smiling as they fucked. It had been a long time, if ever, since Claire's torso had been so come alive, so indulged, so hold dear, and now, so have sex. She had kept her beach asylum a cloak-and-dagger for twelvemonth, but now, despite her hesitation, her misgiving and her guilt trip, she was beaming she had told Lonnie, glad he had shown up, and knew already in her nitty-gritty and judgment that Mondays like this would become a even thing. She was already hooked.

Lonnie lifted Claire's body with an arm around her humbled vertebral column and jammed a finger up her ass. With a firm grip, he began slamming his dick into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there. Claire grunted, softly at first, then louder with each magnate drive. Her ass pummeled the arenaceous mat beneath her.

"You like this Claire ?"Lonnie hissed, as he screwed her. She nodded."No, you love it, don't you ? You love my cock. You love to eff. You're not really that shy Christian church dame that runs the bookstore, are you ? Naw, that's all an act. Damn, you're hot. You gon na come for me again ? I wan na feel your cum down there, all around my dick. Gim me your…"

Claire screamed and her body thrashed in five different directions."I'm coming !"she shrieked.

Lonnie lowered Claire down unconditional onto the towel and kept screwing her. She wheezed and moaned beneath him, and he felt a sudden, wet warmth surround his cock. He kept stroking, and reaming her behind, and just as her shakiness subsided, he groaned himself, his chunk emptied, and he shot his muscle spasm of cum into her. Drained, he collapsed beside her.

Nothing was said for some metre, they just held each early. Claire spoke first. She leaned up on one elbow and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm gladiolus I told you my mystical,"she said.

"Me too,"Lonnie said."I just cleared my schedule on Mon afternoons."

He kissed her, they started making out again, his hands went down, seeking her dessert spot.

"You know what, I can't believe it,"she said."I have to severalize you. I just had two incredible coming, like I can't commemorate ever having, it's like they washed over my body like a wave. Two ! That's two More than I usually have with my husband."

"We better get working on number three."

"Oh, I don't know. It's getting kind of late."

"Then we better hurry."He took her handwriting and pressed it to his turncock, hard again."See ?"

He rolled on top, no debate. She grabbed it, stroked it, guided it back into her. They fucked again, softly at first, then even harder and louder than before, in a hurry. She came again with a wheezy hollo, and he came right behind.

It was sentence to enwrap things up. It was late afternoon, and Claire had to get habitation, get a shower bath and slash up dinner before her hubby got home. She didn't want to raise any suspicions.

"You should run off down the beach, I'll pass back by myself, if you don't mind,"she said.

He got it. Her husband was a big fish in a small pond, the hotshot four-in-hand. Many people knew him, and would know her by tie. They couldn't be seen together.

Claire was ecstatic in one way, sad in another, as she watched him run off.

When Lonnie was about fifty grand away he turned and waved, and Claire waved back. He turned back around and continued running.

Claire watched him pass into the horizon and already missed him. His big face, his loving buss, his arms around her, his cock inside her, her body reaching home it had never been before. And her orgasms, oh God, the climax. They were like temblor in her soul.

-- --

They both spent the following week thinking about each former. Lonnie was there the following Monday and the sex was even serious, even more uninhibited for two naked people on the beach. They did their first-class honours degree sixty-nine, and Claire hit a trio on the orgasms again. She was a limp noodle on her paseo back.

Later that week, Lonnie stopped into the stock. He was hoping he could get her into the backroom and have a quickie, but there were customer and a couple of Christian church masses there, so he just waved and split.

On their one-third Mon afternoon, at one point, Claire was face-down and Lonnie was applying lotion to her back, and he got to her ass. As he rubbed and fingered her seductive pulp, slipping his finger's breadth through her fling and pulling her nerve apart in the process, he asked her a question.

"You ever had sex up here ?"he said, as he slipped his fingertip into her shit and wiggled it.

"What, anal retentive ?"she said, nonchalantly."Sure. I went to college."Then, after a long intermission :"Why, do you desire us to do that ?"

"Yeah, sure."

"wellspring then, you better bring some lube next metre. It's been quite a while."

After that, assfucking became a staple of their trysts. And to her own surprise, Claire found that she came just as hard, if not harder, with a dick up her ass, as she did with it anywhere else.

-- --

Over the side by side four month, they only missed three of their surreptitious rendezvous. One because of bad weather condition, one because Claire went away on vacation, and one on Labor Day. There were a couple other clip when the atmospheric condition was chancy, and not conducive to swimming or sunbathing, but they met anyway. They wanted each other, so they met, and their genitalia came out even if the sun didn't.

Lonnie would break into the store once a hebdomad, a lot to a greater extent than he used to, but not often enough to call down suspiciousness. One time in the backroom, working on ad copy, they started making out, and Lonnie had a hand under her chick and his fingers inside her. She was wet and he was intemperately, and he wanted to fuck her right hand there on the desk. But the bell sounded as a customer entered the store.

"We can't do this here !"Claire whispered, as she straightened herself up.

"I'm sorry. I can't resist you."

She sent him out the backdoor and went up nominal head to recognize the customer. She was afraid to aim him into the backroom after that.

-- --

Lonnie knew he was in love, but he couldn't tell her, her lifespan was complicated enough, and he knew he could never ingest her. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just that. They connected on so many levels. He loved her wit and sense of body fluid, and her earthiness. She seemed so genuine compared to near people he'd met. She got his jape. near of the women he'd been with hadn't. for certain, she was quondam, but she seemed like the type of woman he'd always wanted to be with, even before he saw her on the beach that day.

He thought of Claire constantly. It saddened him to intend of the forlornness she must have been feeling, and hiding, for who knows how tenacious, every single day. He'd noticed bruise on some of the out-of-the-way lieu on her body, but hadn't mentioned them. But she had an self-centred, opprobrious married man who had lost her and didn't even know it. He'd put her on an island all by herself, to be rescued. That's where the church building came in, Lonnie figured. And maybe him, too.

Her orgasms were so vivid. And she is so appreciative, like they are coming from exterior of her, and not within. But she's so sensual, every nervus ending she has is hot-wired, crackling, on the verge of shorting out. Her climaxes were like five kinds of rain : They could be drizzles or spritzes or showers or downpours. Or even a flash flood, like the time, after not seeing each other for two weeks, she had exploded as soon as he'd touched her down there.

-- --

It became harder for Lonnie to catch Claire alone at the memory board. There were customers, of course, but there were also others he'd never encountered before. There were church people, groups of bible school kids, and the casual sales agreement rep. Usually he just waved, said he would see her later and left.

A couple of times she signaled him over and introduced him to people from her church. One metre it was the financial officer, a skinny old bald guy named Robert Morris, who was very cordial and complimentary of the promotions Lonnie had put together for the store. Morris is the one who tracked the results and signed the checks, so Lonnie was felicitous to meet him, and was happy he was happy.

Another prison term, he called on Claire and there was a large, dark man behind the riposte with her. He was good-looking, marvellous and broad-shouldered, maybe XL, and dressed impeccably in a melanise courting and a brilliant red necktie. Lonnie figured he was another cut-rate sale rep giving her a pitch, but he wasn't.

"Hi, Lonnie,"Claire said."This is Reginald. He's our assistant pastor. Reginald, this is Lonnie. He designs our post promotions."

"hi, Lonnie,"Reginald said, as they shook workforce."Glad to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Reginald is relatively new at church, just a partner off months, and he came by to see the memory board, and I've been showing him around,"Claire said."Not that there's that much to see, though."

They made small lecture for a couple minutes more before Lonnie excused himself. Reginald had been very complimentary about the promotions, just as Morris had been, and that made Lonnie finger good. He said he would follow-up with Claire the next workweek, and left.

-- --

All through the summer, Claire and Lonnie spent their Monday afternoons together on the beach. Once a hebdomad they'd arrive at their spot separately, ravenous for each other. The sex could be slow and loving, or tough and fast, but it was always good. And adventurous. Both being athletic fauna, they found new angles and locating for all of their devilry, and did things they never expected to do. Lonnie had never stuck his glossa up a girl's ass before Claire, but he stuck it up hers, and liked it. Claire returned the favor too, licking his salty, sweaty ass and ball after his three Swedish mile run up the beach and a dip in the ocean. Her orgasms were often and intense, Lonnie's cock was like a lightning rod inside her, in her mouth, her slit, or up her ass, it didn't matter, she fucked him intemperate, knowing she would come.

As September rolled around, the conditions was still warm and sultry. They kept their Monday dates, but Lonnie sensed a variety in Claire. They'd kiss and fuck and lick and suck just like always, but it felt unlike. It was not quite as fervent, something was off. Claire seemed to be distant, distracted, not all there. Lonnie mentioned it a couple times, but she said things were fine. It was football season, and her hubby always got very intense, he had tunnel vision, didn't care about anything but the team and its side by side game, it's okay, not to worry. It seemed like a lame defense lawyers, but Lonnie didn't argue.

Then, on the last Monday of the month, Lonnie took his usual Monday afternoon run, northward up the beach from town to their unavowed dapple. And Claire wasn't there. He sat on the beach for forty-five minutes, waiting. She didn't show. Something was wrongly. He ran hard, back to town, concerned and bewildered.

-- --

Lonnie went to the store the succeeding day, and then later in the week, and missed her both multiplication. The dame weft in said that Claire was taking a few mean solar day off, and suggested he try again the next workweek. So he did.

The following Tuesday was the fourth of Oct, Lonnie's birthday. He dropped by the depot in the morning right wing after it opened. Claire came out of the backroom where she was sorting through the mail. She saw Lonnie and smiled as he approached, but Lonnie noticed it was much weakly than the grin she usually greeted him with.

"Hi, Lonnie,"she called.

"Claire, hi, how are you doing ?"he said."I've been worried."

"Really ?"

"Yes. I went to our beach stain survive Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren't going to be there, and that isn't like you. I was afraid something bad had happened."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I forgot all about it."

"Forgot all about it ? How could you forget about it ? We've been going there on Mon afternoon for months !"

"I know, delight forgive me. I should have called you, but…"She hesitated."I totally forgot. There's been, uh, a lot on my judgement. I haven't been myself."

"What does that imply ? Is everything okay at household ?"

"It's complicated."

"What's complicated ?"

"I'm pregnant,"she murmured, and began to cry softly. She pulled a tissue from a box behind the counter and dabbed her eyes.

Lonnie was one scintilla short of anaphylactic jar. He was blindsided, speechless. He had no idea what to say. Finally he started babbling.

"Gee, Claire. I uh, I don't know what to say. I'm… I'm stunned."

He had a million view ping-ponging around in his head like it was an atom looker. What's she going to do, is it his, what does her husband think, do you want to retain it, do you not want to keep it, what about us, how do you find, what about your parents, what about his ? But it all seemed so trivial at the moment, no query would be allow or tactful, and she probably didn't have the answers anyway. She must deliver been reading his mind.

She spoke softly."Lonnie, I've loved the time we've spent together the end few month. It's been marvellous, almost like a dream. But we can't see each early anymore. I'm going to have a baby, and I don't know who the father is. But going by the identification number alone, the odds are it's not my husband. It's scary."

"How does he feel about it ?"

"He acts like he's glad, but I'm not so for certain. I think it's just that : an act. He thinks a tiddler will hamper his expressive style. We've talked about having nipper in the past, but not for a yearn time. It took him by complete surprise."

"How did it…"Lonnie started, but knew instantly how lame he sounded.

"Don't ask,"she said.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do ?"

"No, there's nil you can do. Let's just go for the child looks like my husband."

He left without a candy kiss or a hug, but he held her hand for a import and squeezed, and let her know to phone him if he could help, or just needed to talk. She said she would, but he knew she wouldn't.

What a stinky natal day present, he thought.

-- --

Lonnie went back to the store in November, just to see if they wanted to run their holiday advancement. Claire wasn't there. The temp from the church told him Claire had taken a leave of absence. And she didn't know anything about advertising or promotion or marketing or whatever you call it, he should call the church building. He called the church service, left a voicemail for Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.

He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an minute went by when he didn't think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a continuous loop in his brain. He could experience her, could try out her. He thought about how solitary she must be, with her enigma, their secret, eating away at her conscience. So, this is love, he thought, when my gut aches in radiating swirls. imprecate it. Damn it. Damn it. sexual love sucks.

Over the winter he avoided the Book depot. He dated a couple gals, but they didn't comparability, were big permissive waste of time. He ticked off the Day of the calendar, wondering when would Claire be due ? He had no well-defined idea, really, he could only guess at when the lucky sperm found its way to her assure land. He did the maths, and the sister could be due anytime in the spring.

In mid-April, he went back to the entrepot, just odd, and he lucked out. There was a dissimilar womanhood minding the store. Her gens was Wilma, and she was the epitome of a stereotypical church gentlewoman : Old, gray-haired, thin as a runway, in a dress that hung to her ankle, and was a comment who loved to talk. She knew the whole chronicle. Lonnie and Claire had kept a big secret. But it turned out Claire had another big enigma of her own.

Wilma didn't wait back, it was as if she'd been waiting for the fortune to spout off.

"If you're looking for that blonde miss who used to run this store, you won't find her here no more,"she said."She's been terminated, and she won't be back, they're selling their theater and everything. She had a baby, and it didn't belong to her hubby, and that's for indisputable. It's an embarrassment. Embarrassing to her, embarrassing to the husband, although he's no prize, and an embarrassment for the church too. Imagine, everybody coming from all over for the birth, the grandparents, the family and friends, only to find out she had a black baby ! I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that scene. And they fired that assistant minister too, and it's a good thing. He was a no-good, was messing around with a couple former young Edward Douglas White Jr. missy in the Christian church too. Hopefully they don't end up with black child too."

Lonnie couldn't believe what he was he was hearing. She kept on, but after a level it all went in one ear and out the other. He left the store in a daze. He sat in his car for a recollective while, thinking. How long was she seeing the sermonizer ? When did it commence, how long did it go on ? He didn't notice anything different about her until the very end. How did he not break up up on something ? Was he so focused their sex on the beach that he missed all the clew ? Or was she so focused on their sex because she was trying to block out the preacher, and felt even guiltier because she was cheating on the guy she was already cheating with ?

Lonnie had a strange tone, and he couldn't control it. After all the calendar month of thinking about Claire and the turmoil she was going through, of despising her hubby, of being on edge, of not liking the way their relationship had ended, and of hoping he wasn't the father of her baby, now, and he could hardly believe it, he wished he was.

He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he drive around aimlessly for a spell. He drove by Claire's house -- or to be more accurate, former household -- and sure enough enough there was a for-sale sign out front. The spot was abandoned, but was a nice business firm, a one-story stucco with a red roofing tile roof, a well-trimmed lawn and hedgerow along the front and what looked to be a consortium cage in the dorsum.

Lonnie still couldn't get her out of his head. His stomach ached, he couldn't eat, he jerked off at night.

He called Morris at the church and left a voicemail asking him to delight call back, it was about the contract the church service had with his company. He really wanted to find out more about Claire, but the content did its job and he got a callback.

Robert Morris asked if the bookstore could rend out of the contract. He said the church was in a State Department of discombobulation, they didn't know who was running the entrepot one day to the side by side, and he had no idea when they'd find a permanent replacement to manage the place. Lonnie told him that would not be a problem. He didn't care about that. He wanted to know about Claire.

"It's a shame, it really is, Lonnie,"Morris said."She's a okay woman, everybody liked her. Can't say much for her husband, but she was the cat's meow. Did a good job at the storehouse, too. Too bad she got hooked up with Reginald. I had a bad feel about that guy from the get-go."

"How did that happen ?"

"Not for for sure, but he got her under his spell somehow, her and a match other Patrick Victor Martindale White gals. Must have had a way with the women, I guess. How he juggled them, I have no idea."

"Do you know where Claire is now ?"

"Staying with her parents for a while, as I understand it."

"Do you deliver a earphone number for her ?"

"No, I don't. I just have an reference. It's to send her her… uh, to forward any chain mail she might get at the church."

"Could I have the savoir-faire ? I'd like to tinge base with her. I dealt with her for nearly three years, and then lotto, she was gone. I'd like to talk to her, say hi, at least."

"wellspring, I'm not supposed to do that. But under the luck, I think it would be alright. I don't have it right now, I'm at my veridical job. I have it at my berth at the church. I'll email it to you."

"Thank you, Morris, that's very sort of you. Since I heard about what happened, I've view about what that poor lady has been going through."

"I know what you mean,"Morris said."give her my best when you talk to her."

Yeah right, Lonnie thought, as they ended the call.

-- --

Lonnie was running down the beach toward their secret spot. As he approached he saw his devotee Claire, lying on her beach towels, naked. She was beckoning to him, and he picked up his step. When he got close he slowed to a walk and noticed that her suntan was darker and fat than ever, a more striking contrast to her beach blond hair. Then he stood in front end of her, looked down at her exquisite trunk, and saw that it wasn't her suntan at all. Claire was black.

"seed on, love,"she said, reaching for his shorts."Take these off and make honey to me before gamy tide. It's rolling in now and soon we'll be under water."

She pulled down his short pants and he was instantly on the cover beside her, kissing her. He felt her tongue slither in his mouth, and her fatal hand wrapped around his burgeoning dick. He was soon kissing her neck, her shoulders, her well up breasts, and finally her shaved black twat.

"Ooh yes, babe, that's it. Eat my pussy. Then you can lie with it. Uh huh. Uh huh, that's it babe. Eat that disastrous pussy."

Lonnie was licking and eating and sucking her pussy, her mouth, and her clit, which was as plump as an overcooked gumbo. She was pink on the inside, contrasting her dark skin, which seemed to take a leak him plunge into it with redundant gusto. The cold table salt water was rising on the beach, he now could palpate it on his feet.

His dick was big and hard, and he rubbed it against the towel as he tongue-fucked her. It didn't take long. Her cunt was like an oozing, juicy fruit.

"Here I come, Baby,"she barked at him.

She came on his fount with a feral force, and he tasted her slimy piquantness, her throbbing trunk was a moving target.

The brine reached the towels, each undulation washing over their ankles before it ebbed.

"Fuck me, Baby. Put your white turncock in my black pussy. I want your spermatozoan inside me, so I can have your baby. A Theodore Harold White baby, or half-white baby. I don't care what my hubby thinks, or what anybody else thinks, or if the babe looks different, give me your white seed…"

Claire's torso was writhing, back and Forth River, up and down, and Lonnie's cock was following her pussy around as best it could, but she wouldn't hold still long enough for him to be able to put it in. A small wave washed over their thighs.

"Put your cock in me !"she said, with raised voice."Give me your Edward White prick NOW !"

He lunged at her slit one more time and missed, and he ejaculated into flimsy air, multiple jibe of his cum landing place on her stage, the towel, and the receding surf.

Then Lonnie lost it, her image was gone. He woke up in a lather, not sure where he was for a moment. Then he recognized his sleeping accommodation. The clock on his nightstand read 3:31 a.m. What a crazy dream, he thought, what a deep rest. He didn't aspiration that often, and when he did it was usually trivial and he knew he was dreaming, but not this time. It all seemed so real. chilling real. He felt wetness down below. He reached into his boxers and they were soaked with his cum.

Lonnie stared at the ceiling, thinking about two affair he had to do. One, he needed to go the lavatory and clean himself up. And two, he had to rule her.

-- --

Over the succeeding hebdomad or so, Lonnie learned a few matter to tidbits.

The first one was was about Claire's husband. It was in the word. He was fired by the schooling scheme. The charabanc was pissed off at halftime of a big rivalry game. They were behind by two touchdowns at dwelling house, and he decided to maledict out his squad and slap around one of his players who had screwed up an assignment on one of the scores. It was all caught on the camera of somebody's cell phone. He was rueful and apologetic, and blamed it on the tension he was under with his impending divorce, but it didn't book much water. He was toast.

The second was about the helper minister. Lonnie had a acquaintance he had grown up with who worked for a security firm. His name was microphone. He asked him for some help looking into this now-gone assistant pastor. microphone discovered that full old Reginald had a pretty revolting background.

"This guy's a very patch of work, Lonnie,"microphone said."He's never been busted, just a couple ill and one sexual molestation accusation that didn't joystick. This is at least the thirdly Christian church, that I could discover, in three different states, where he's left under a cloud. And of course the churches all keep everything hush-hush. Always the same, sex with whitened char, eight that we know of, and at to the lowest degree two were impregnated, and there could be others because a distich of them dropped out of lot. But he said they all were consensual, and it couldn't be proven otherwise. Some of the women wouldn't talk, and the ones that did couldn't remember affair. He'd cajole them, get them into his office, supposedly to help him with Christian church stuff, they'd have a Methedrine of wine, future thing you know he's seducing them, touching them, and then they're having sex. Maybe drugged them. Smooth, slippery guy, all in the name of God. He's probably in another state applying for minister of religion jobs as we speak."

Lonnie was flabbergasted at the news."Wow, that's incredible, Mike. Thank you for that. get off me the bill and I'll happily pay it."

"Nah, forget it, felicitous to help. It didn't take up that much sentence, and it was fun. This guy Reginald is a bad Malus pumila. well thing he's not an ax murderer."

-- --

It was a warm, pull in Thursday, and Lonnie blew off work for the good afternoon. Morris had emailed him the address as promised, and Lonnie was going to go a-calling. Claire's parents lived in an upscale, gated residential area, about fifteen miles west of town. Equus caballus country.

Lonnie didn't have the gate code so he had to hang around close by until another vehicle entered, and he followed it through the logic gate. It took him a patch to find the address, the lanes wound around and through the Tree, circled here and dead-ended there, but when found the place he was quite impressed. It was a large brick Colonial, with a three car service department and two pillars out front, sitting up on a boost and covered by a canopy of oak.

He parked on the street, walked up to the front door and peal the bell. The doorway soon opened and he was greeted by an attractive woman, perhaps in her fifties, slim with short, grey blonde hair and dressed in jeans.

"Hi, my name is Lonnie,"he said."I'm sorry to dribble by unexpectedly. I'm a friend of Claire's. I was told that she was staying here with you, and…"

"You're a champion of Claire's ?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What kind of friend ?"

"I used to anticipate on her at the bookstore. Then she was gone, and then after a spell they said she wasn't coming back. I was concerned about her, and they had this address…"

"You're have-to doe with about her ?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I know it's strange to pick apart on your door clear out of the blue like this…"

"waiting here,"she said, and closed the door. A couple transactions later the doorway reopened. She said,"return the path around to the back of the garage. She's in the guesthouse."

Claire was waiting at the door when he turned the corner behind the service department. She was a beautiful site for his dead watery eyes. She wore white cotton underdrawers and a yellow, short-sleeved top, was barefoot, and of course, tanned. Her hairsbreadth was longer, and tied back. She looked thinner, especially in her face. She seemed surprise, and gave him her shy smile, even if it did look a lilliputian threadbare. Lonnie didn't know exactly what to say, so he hugged her. She was stiff at first, but soon her body relaxed and he felt her arms curl around him. He held her for a long, rooted moment.

She led him inside. There was a living domain and a small eat-in kitchen. A hallway led to what he presumed was the bathroom and bedchamber. They sat in electric chair in front of a large window facing the oaks.

"How did you obtain me ?"Claire asked.

"Gouverneur Morris gave me the address. He said he wasn't supposed to, but he did. I charmed him into it."

Claire smiled."You always were a smoothie. Charmed me, that's for sure."

"I think the magical spell went both ways with us."

"So, what brings you way out here to the country ? I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again."

"Why would you call back that ?"

"Because I figured you thought I was some variety of working girl. That's what most people think."

"Oh no, no, no, Claire, don't think that, I don't think that. I don't think that at all, please believe that."Lonnie licked his lips and slid his butt forward on his chair."I was surprised at first, probably in electrical shock, because you stood me up on the beach that day, and then told me you were pregnant and we couldn't see each other anymore. I was twisting in the fart for calendar month, hoping I wasn't the founder, hoping your husband was, just so it wouldn't make your life-time miserable. But then when I finally found out, long after, that your husband was not the male parent, but somebody else was, I, uh…"

Lonnie's shoulders sagged, he looked down at the floor.

"What, Lonnie ?"

He raised his head, looked her in the eye."I wished your baby was mine."

Claire stood up, looked out the window at the hanging string of Spanish moss wiggling in the breeze. She turned to confront him.

"Really ?"she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, really,"he said."I didn't look you up and labour out here to annoy your mother and lie to you."

"Huh,"she said as she sat back down."Don't worry about Mom, she's just being protective. She must have sensed something proficient about you or she would ingest sent you packing."

They both chuckled. Claire asked Lonnie if he would like some iced tea. He accepted, assuming that was a good sign. She left, came back with two marvellous tumbler and placed them on the table between them, and sat down.

"I've missed you,"Lonnie said, after sipping his tea.

"I've missed you, too,"she said."It was nice of you to come. Very unexpected, but very nice."

"So, tell me. Despite all that you've been through, how are you really doing ?"

"Oh, I don't know. Okay, I guess. Just taking it a day at a time. Learning a lot of new thing. How to be a mother, how to be a divorcee, how to forgive myself for being so stupid…"

"Claire, look,"Lonnie said,"You have to open yourself a break. I have a friend who is a detective and he did a little research on that pastor. Reginald is not a expert man. He found two other church service in two early states where he did the same thing, used God and the church service to make and manipulate attractive young white women, and he got run out of town from all of them. And you're not the solely one who got significant. The guy is smooth, I could tell that when I met him, he knows how to say all the proper things. But he is a sleazeball. He's a predator, and you were one of his victims. My friend said he thought the guy probably drugged the char somehow too."

"Really ?"Claire said softly."Hmm."

"What ?"

"I've sentiment about that,"she said."I didn't say anything because I thought it would just sound like an excuse."

"How do you mean ?"

"Well, I couldn't remember things. He took an stake in the store, and then asked me to serve him with some affair after church building on Sundays. I said okay, because my husband always played golf on Sunday good afternoon anyway."

"aid you with what things ?"

"Choosing fabric for the written report radical, stuff like that. That was kind of vague, I guess now we know why. But I was flattered that he took my status seriously and wanted my input. I'd go to his office, we'd have wine. He always had wine-colored ready. He came on to me. I still can't believe I put myself in that posture, but I responded to it, let it fall out. I remember nodding out a couplet times, would wake up up on the couch in his federal agency. He must have given me something. He was very anti-birth control too, fanatically so. He asked me to bring my nativity control pills with me once. He washed them down the drain, said I didn't need them. I was shocked. He said, ‘ It's God's will, throw away the pill ’."Can you believe that ?"

Lonnie shook his head."I'm sorry you had to go through that. At least it's over now, and you can cure, recover."

"Yeah. That explains why the church is paying me a lot of money. They don't want me to sue them."

"Really ?

"Yep."

"Well, there you go. So stop thrashing yourself up. Think of positive matter. Like this house here, it's a nice office to subsist in."

"I'm lucky in that way, yes. This guesthouse is rarely used, so my parents said I could act in. Not slow being so close, but it's just temporary. trough I figure out was comes succeeding. I guess you heard about my husband."

"Yes. The consensus around townspeople is that is couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

Claire just nodded, shrugged, and they sat in silence for a moment. Then the speech sound of a baby crying came from a binding room.

She looked at Lonnie, and said :"Want to meet Joseph Oliver ?"

"Sure. I'd beloved to fulfill Oliver."

He followed her into the bedroom, and over to the trot by the window. He looked down at the baby. His dark tegument, curly black tomentum, wide nose.

"Cute little guy,"Lonnie said."He's got my ears."

Claire laughed, and put her hand on his shoulder as she did so. It was the beginning time they'd touched since their initial hug when Lonnie arrived.

"You are good story,"she said."Want to hold him ?"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"Oh, sure you do."She picked up King Oliver and handed him to Lonnie."Here, like this."

He held King Oliver daintily in his arms for a second. The babe went from fussing to smiling.

"He likes you,"Claire said."But I have to modify his diaper. I'll just be a minute."

Lonnie went back to the sustenance room, sat down and booze the rest of his tea. Claire returned with Oliver and his bottle. She sat down to feed him. The sound rang.

"Do you mind ?"she said, handing the baby to Lonnie. He fed the baby while she answered the phone.

"hi, Mom…Yes, everything is fine…I know…We've been talking…It's O.K., Mom…Okay, bye."

"dear old Mom,"Claire said, taking the sister back."Looking out for her only daughter."

"That's what good mom do."He looked at his vigil. He was storm to see that they'd been talking for nearly two hours. He rose."wellspring, it's probably time I got going."

"Lonnie, you don't have to. My mom is just cautious and overprotective."

"No, it's O.K., I understand. I came here unexpectedly, and I appreciate that she let me see you. And I appreciate this time we had together, and the chance to see you again."

They walked to the door.

"May I ask you one interrogative before I go ?"Lonnie said.

"Of course,"Claire said, half felicitous and half scared.

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime ?"

Her eyes widened, her lips pursed."Really ? Yes, I'd passion to. When ?"

"How about Monday ? That always was our day."

Claire smiled, said,"I think that's perfect."

"Can you get a setting hen ?"

"I think Mom would jump at the chance. She wants to protect me, but she wants me to get out more, too."

"Good. I'll choice you up at six. I know a prissy, stinking fiddling place on the river, far from town."

"sound just right,"she said, with a sigh.

"Good. I'll see you then."He leaned in and kissed Claire on her face, then kissed Oliver on his forehead."Looking forward to it."

He went out the door and walked to his car, half giddy. He meandered through the maze of the neighborhood until he found the gate. He hit the main road and headed home.

He felt like a schoolboy on prom night, floating on air. As he drove home, his idea was only partly on driving. It was mostly on Claire. He thought about how they met, and how well they worked together, and how she shared her secret with him, and how they met on the beach on Mon. And how many times they'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked and held each other. And now finally, after all of that, add up Monday they would be going out on their get-go date.

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