I had just parked my truck, which sometimes can be not exactly an easy thing to do. It took me at least a half dozen trips around the parking lot looking for a space large enough.
That is because it is a huge Dodge crew cab, oversize duallies on the back that sort of stick out.
Yep, she needs a bit of room.
I opened the door and had just put my foot on the running board to step down, being careful to not let the door scrape the top of the little thing parked in the next lane.
If it had been a couple of inches shorter my door would have cleared the top of it, I swear.
It was at that moment that I heard a scream.
Looking over, about four rows down I could see a fairly large dude standing there, his body language told me instantly that he was in some kind of a rage.
Scruffy short beard, stringy hair, I saw he had on a Levi vest over a dirty T-shirt, and he had one balled up fist drawn back.
Then he swung, that was when I realized he had his out stretched arm holding someone and was hitting the person with the other.
The next realization was that it was a small woman.
I am Dan, I am 62 years old so I don’t go around getting into scuffles, but every once in a long time a scuffle comes my way.
“Hey!” I yelled, just as the guy drew back to belt her again. She was screaming loudly, a tangle of noises that were not any words I could understand. All I could see of her was the long dark hair as she was bent over, her arms flailing in a vain attempt to protect herself.
The guy didn’t even look my way.
“HEY! Knock that shit off!” I yelled even louder.
He hit her again and it was not gentle at all. That pissed me off, the jerk was at least twice the woman’s size.
I reached back into the cab, grabbed my little .22 caliber 9 shot Hi-standard pistol I carry everywhere I go. It is strapped to the front of my seat within easy reach, I have a permit for it in my wallet.
In all the years I carried that with me in my vehicles, not one time had I ever taken it out except out in the woods shooting at cans, or down at the gun range down the coast a few miles.
Cans don’t stand a chance with me, I can pop one at 30 feet from the hip about 90% of the time.
That sounds easy, try it sometime. I buy ammo by the thousand round case, and probably have run 5-6 cases through the tool just practicing.
By the time my feet hit the ground the guy was flailing at the woman who by now had torn loose somehow and was trying to get away. But he had grabbed her by her blouse and was swinging at the back of her head as she tried to cover up. I saw he was missing her more than managing to connect, she was moving back and forth pretty good, and trying her best to swing back.
He didn’t appear to notice me when I came around the rear of the parked car they were beside.
“I said knock that shit off!” I yelled again.
“Mind your own fucking business, pops!” He snarled, connecting that time and putting the woman on the ground.
I pointed the pistol at him.
He looked down, when that registered on him he came to a stop.
“What the fuck are you going to do, dickhead? Shoot me?” He snarled but his expression was changing.
“Yes.” I said, cocking the pistol.
I don’t have to cock the pistol to fire it since the tool has a double action, but there is a certain emphasis to a hammer coming back with a click that lends pause to people.
Now I never had actually pointed a gun at anyone before, but from what I hear that click makes most folks a bit more polite.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, I could see what he was thinking but I was a good six to eight feet away and I was going to get at least two hollow point rounds into him before he got to me.
Plus I might be 62 years old but I am a big man and in shape, and while I might not be able to handle any long dragged out fight, by God I was going to do one hell of a lot of damage in the perhaps sixty seconds I could manage.
“Fuck it! The bitch ain’t worth it.” He snarled, regaining some of his composure. I could tell that I had rattled him.
“Walk away.” I said flatly.
He glared at me, trying for a bit of bravado, but he turned and walked to a nearby dirty green van and got in. I watched him all the way, he spun the tires as he left.
I uncocked the little pistol and stuck it in my belt, then turned to the woman. She was sitting on the pavement, her face in her hands.
“Are you OK?” I asked her. She tipped her head up and looked at me. Her face was red and puffy, her lip swollen and I could tell she was going to have one hell of a black eye.
Her blouse was ripped open, she had on a simple white bra. Looking down, she saw that and pulled the torn material back together.
“Come on, I have a first aid kit in my truck.” I told her, reaching for her hand. She looked at my hand for a moment, then took it and I helped her to her feet.
Back at my truck, I used the alcohol swabs on the abrasions, she winced a bit but didn’t protest. I didn’t see any real cuts anywhere but the guy had landed several pretty hard blows from the looks of things.
“I better get you to a hospital, get you checked out, miss.” I said.
“No! The last time Duke did this we both ended up in jail.” She wailed.
“Maybe you had best stay away from that guy?” I offered.
“I was trying to, but he just keeps coming after me. I don’t know what to do!” She wailed, then the tears came.
Suddenly she grabbed me and hugged me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe. That I didn’t expect, finally she let go.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I just…” Her face flushed.
I opened the door to my truck, pulled the pistol out of my belt, flipped out the chamber and spun the cylinder around so the hammer rested on an empty one. I dropped it back into my holster by the front seat.
“Can I take you somewhere?” I asked her.
“I don’t have any place to go, I was staying with my sister but she got fed up with Duke coming by all the time and she has kids so I guess it was a hassle and besides she was afraid of him so I had to leave and then as I was coming here to maybe get something to eat Duke showed up and….”
That poured out of her in a jumble of words.
“Whoa! Slow down!” I managed barely to not laugh, she was beginning to relax.
“Parents, friends, maybe a relative here I could take you to?”
“Just my sister. I have an aunt but she lives in Chicago. Mom passed away last year and I don’t have a dad.”
“Do you have any money? Maybe get a motel room or something?” I asked her.
“I have six dollars. My brother Joe lives in Chicago too.”
Chicago was one hell of a long ways from the Oregon coast.
Then I made a decision.
“Come on, I will take you to my place, you can clean up and I have some clothes there that I think will fit you OK.”
“Oh, thank you. Can I maybe stop and get some food? I haven’t had anything since last night.” She asked.
“Sure, no problem. I have food at home, I can whip up something.” I opened the door on the passenger side. She looked at the running boards and up at the seat with hesitation, then climbed up and into my rig.
“Wow, this is big!” She said, looking around.
“Yea, if anybody ever runs into me I still get to go home.” I made the wisecrack I had perhaps made several dozen times to others that commented on my truck.
“Dang, Dan, yer supporting Soudy Araby all by yerself!” I bet I have heard that or similar a hundred times down at the tavern I go to.
That’s a great bunch of guys down there, most of them old coots getting long in the tooth like me.
They tease me about my tires, too. I have 18″ split rims with 8 ply tires on her, I hate flats.
And sure, it uses a lot of Diesel but I only drive it maybe 150 miles a month and it’s paid for, what the hell. I never was able to get comfortable in any normal vehicle, not with my 6’2″ and 240 pound frame.
I had some lunch meat and bread at the house, so I made a sandwich for her. She ate it in about 5 bites, I could tell she was very hungry. I found my last can of Pepsi and handed it to her, she drank half of it without stopping.
“Thank you sir, I really appreciate this. You saved me, you are a hero.” She actually smiled for the first time.
“I am no hero. By the way, my name is Dan.”
“You are to me! My name is Melinda but everyone calls me Billie.” She stuck out her hand.
“Well, pleased to meet you, I wish it was under better circumstances.” I told her.
Then I went in and got some wash cloths, and a small bandage and ointment, she had one scrape on the side of her neck I hadn’t noticed.
She sat there in a chair holding her torn blouse together as I quickly tended to the wound. As I finished, I glanced at her and her eyes were closing, then she had dozed off.
I went and got a blanket, slipped it over her as she lay back in my easy chair and slept.
I took the moment to look her over. Billie was on the skinny side, I had noticed that. Her dark hair was long and straight, she had a rather pretty face. I would guess her to be perhaps in her mid to late twenties, no more than that.
I figured I would just let her rest. I went into the kitchen and put away the cake batter I had been making when I ran out of eggs. That was why I was at the store in the first place, I just wanted a dozen eggs. Maybe some milk and I was thinking of getting one of those five quart tubs of ice cream. With the fuss, I didn’t even get the eggs.
Then I went out to my truck, unlocked it and retrieved my pistol, took it inside and locked it up in my gun case with my old model 1894 Winchester and my nice LC Smith 16 gauge hammer less shotgun. I also keep my Marlin and my little .22 caliber auto loader in there, it has a hundred round canister on it, wicked looking thing.
I am always very careful with firearms, I like them but never leave them laying around. Even leaving my pistol in my truck for about a half hour is way out of character for me.
In my bedroom, I found a plain white blouse that my wife Marie had. I came back out with it just as Billie opened her eyes.
“Oh, thank you!” She took the blouse and looked at me. I understood that, so I turned my back. There was a rustle of clothing.
Turning around, I could see my guess was right, Billie was about the same size are Marie was.
“So where is your wife?” She asked me.
“Gone. I lost her about 4 years ago.”
“Oh, I am sorry.” She looked slightly uncomfortable.
“Me, too. Marie was a fine woman.”
The uncomfortable moment passed quickly and I was wondering what I was going to do with this woman. Sure, I had lots of room, my house has three bedrooms but Billie was a total stranger to me.
“May I take a shower?” She asked me, breaking my thoughts.
“Sure, go ahead.” I told her. Billie went into the bathroom, I went into my living room and clicked on the TV. It wasn’t five minutes and I heard the door crack open.
“Sir?” She asked.
“Something I can get you?”
“I have a bruise. It’s on my leg. Can you please take a look?” The expression on her face told me instantly that something had her upset.
“Sure.” I got up and went in, she had one of my big bath towels wrapped around herself. She reached down and lifted the bottom of the towel, I looked down.
She had a bruise that was the size of a football, it was so swollen and filled with blood that it was actually frightening.
“Good lord!” I said.
“I didn’t even notice it until I got undressed, now it tingles and hurts.”
The swollen mass hung down almost like a sack.
“No choice now Billie, we need to get you to a hospital.” I told her.
I stepped out as she got dressed, then I helped her to my truck. She now had an obvious limp.
The wait at the emergency room was about an hour, I was fuming by the time they took her inside. I am not sure why, concerned for her I guess.
Finally a man came out and told me what they had found, and he explained that she would need full bed rest for several days. He mentioned some bruises on her back also, I didn’t know about those.
“We gave her some medication to help prevent any blood clots, that injury is very bad. It might be best if we keep her here overnight.” Then he handed me some paperwork.
“I only met the lady today, I am just trying to help her, we aren’t related.” I told him, handing the forms back. I could see the exasperated expression on his face and understood as he retrieved the paperwork.
No way did Billie have insurance, which meant they probably were not going to get paid.
He left, in a few minutes he came back and told me they were going to release her to me.
Great. Now I not only had a stranger to deal with, but an injured one at that.
They wheeled her out, I helped her to the truck, reaching down to actually lift her up and in.
I was back to the driver’s side when I sensed something and leaned sideways just as a fist went by my head.
It was Duke.
My pistol was safely locked up in the gun case at home, in my haste to get Billie checked out I had left it there.
Then he was on me. The guy was strong, I have to give him that, but he must have thought he was going to mess up an old man with ease.
It didn’t work out quite that way, I jammed my fingers into his face, catching both eyes and his nose with the flat of my palm. That tipped his head right back, just as it came forward again my elbow hit him in the throat. At the same time I brought up a knee, got him dead square.
I still remembered a few things I had learned in my Navy days.
I don’t think he even knew what had happened, he went down like a stone.
Mad as hell now, I reached down and dragged him across the parking lot by his hair, up the short handicap ramp and inside the doors, dropping him in a heap on the floor.
A nurse looked at me in surprise.
“Here is another one for you.” I told her, then I turned and walked back to my truck.
Billie’s eyes were as big as silver dollars, I didn’t say a single word all the way to my house and she didn’t either.
For the next several days I cared for her, telling her she had to stay in bed. I had no real idea how I ended up with what was basically like a stray puppy dog showing up on my doorstep but that is what had happened.
The good part was that she healed very quickly, since she did have youth on her side. The huge blood bruise got smaller, her leg turned to a dark purple color, then that faded to pink.
Checking that was mildly intimate, I noticed the underwear she had on was getting a little bit over used and she had absolutely nothing else.
One of my T-shirts made a pretty good sack dress and I gave her a few more of Marie’s tops which fit her nicely.
At one point I went down to a clothing store after carefully locking my door and taking my pistol with me.
I had to ask the saleslady for some simple white panties, she smiled as she selected and sold me a half dozen pair of them.
That was the first time in my life I ever purchased any woman’s undergarments and I hope I never have to again.
Billie got used to me, so seeing her in her panties while I checked her injury was nothing. She could walk so at least I didn’t need to help her in and out of the shower.
By the end of the second week she was up and around. One thing I did notice, she began to clean things, and let’s face it. I am a male, and normally live alone. This means everything has it’s place, which is where it happens to be at the moment.
After 43 years of living with one woman a man gets used to them doing what they do while we do what we do.
Suddenly I had a maid, and also a cook. We had some great fun cooking together though.
I came in from the garage one day to find her sorting out clothes, the washing machine running.
I guess I got used to having Billie there.
The other good part was there was no sign of that Duke guy at all, and I had no idea what happened to him. I really didn’t care, plus I figured he had no idea of where I lived anyway.
Maybe he just got the message? I never did figure out how he found us in the hospital parking lot unless he just realized I might take her there.
Yea. I found I got used to Billie living there, and I guess I have to admit I liked it.
So it came as a shock when she told me she was all healed up and it was time for her to go. I was at the point where I didn’t really want her to leave.
What was I supposed to say? Hell, 62 years old, what does an old man have to offer a 26 year old on the pretty side young woman, anyway?
Nothing. Nothing at all, it’s just the way of life.
Money, comfort perhaps? Yea, I had a dab of capital, enough but I was far from rich. Sex, maybe? The other truth is that never once crossed my mind, Billie became a friend if that makes sense.
I still had an interest, but the females I saw that might be someone I would enjoy all looked at me like I was grandpa. That is just the way things are, most men like young women, women seem to like young virile men.
So there were no naked breasts, Billie always had a bra on. I did see her in her white cotton panties but that was just to check her leg, the Doctor had explained what to watch for. There was never any sign of any problems, though, she healed up normally and very quickly.
There was one thing that happened, I picked up my razor to shave and realized she had borrowed it. Now I am not completely sure just what she shaved with it but I rinsed it out and changed the blade.
Yea, I got a bit of a laugh to myself about that one but I never mentioned it.
Another time I heard some quiet noises in the bathroom, and I knew what she was doing. I just went into the living room and turned on the TV.
“Well. I understand, but I have to say I do enjoy having you around.” I answered when she told me she was ready to move on.
“Really? I figured I was just in the way, I really do appreciate you helping me and being so nice to me.” She smiled. I had come to like that smile, a pretty and happy face sure can light up an old man’s life.
“So where will you go?” I asked her.
“My brother in Chicago, he said I could live there with him until I get a job and get back on my feet. We get along good, and I can help him with the expenses once I find something.”
“OK. That sounds like it might work OK.”
“I have never been to Chicago, it seems so far away.” Billie got a sad expression on her face.
“As soon as I make some money I will pay you back, too.” She said.
“Billie, you don’t owe me anything, you have been fun to have around.”
She hugged me, her eyes got damp so she turned her face away.
I had a spare suitcase, and lots of Marie’s clothes. No point in keeping them around, I had had plans on gathering them up and taking them to Goodwill anyway.
Down at the bus station, I sat with her until it arrived.
Billie turned to me and hugged me again, then she tipped her head up for a kiss. I leaned down and gave her one, that was nice. It had been a long time since I had kissed a woman, she felt pretty good in my arms.
“You should have done that earlier.” She grinned at me, then there was a hiss of air as the driver impatiently worked the brakes, so she got on. I watched until she was gone out of sight.
My house seemed empty, by late afternoon I couldn’t stand it so I walked down to the tavern. I hadn’t been there the entire time Billie had stayed with me.
Several of my friends were there like always, they were asking where I had been. One of them popped up with the idea I had probably been shacked up with some broad, plus the usual wisecracks about my truck.
I shot some pool, had a few drinks, flirted mercilessly with Jenny, the barmaid who of course could give as good as she got. I had actually given her a couple of my best shots but she was all bluff and tease. She showed a lot of cleavage to the guys but never did anything with any of them, me included. It all felt rather normal and later I went home and went to bed.
A few weeks went by, then my phone bill arrived. There was one long distance call on there I didn’t recognize, so I turned on my computer that mostly sat gathering dust against the wall.
I Googled the number, it came up as Chicago.
“Oh! Billie’s brother, of course.” I said out loud to myself.
What the hell. I reached for the phone, punched in the number.
A man’s voice answered, I asked to speak to Billie.
“Who’s calling?” The man asked. I told him who I was.
“OK. You are the guy she talks about all the time. Just making sure you aren’t her asshole boyfriend. Billie is at work, I will tell her you called, OK?”
“OK, thanks.” I hung up. At least I knew she was all right, and apparently she had found a job.
I dozed off in my chair that evening, it seemed I did that quite a bit the last few years, although oddly I never did while Billie was staying with me.
I woke up with a start, my phone was ringing.
“Danny! How are you? Joe told me you called, I am glad.”
“I’m fine, I just wanted to know how you were doing.” I glanced at my watch, it was 12:45 in the morning? What time was it in Chicago, two hours, three later? I wasn’t sure about that.
“So where are you working?” I asked her. The line was quiet for a little bit.
“I…I am dancing, it’s all I could find.” She admitted.
“Dancing? I didn’t know you were a dancer.” I said. That didn’t register on me, I was thinking in some show or chorus line.
“I worked some of the clubs before I met you, it’s easy work to get.” She said.
I got it then. That meant she was up there…naked.
“Oh. I don’t think I want you to be doing that.” I blurted out without thinking as it hit me what kind of dancing she meant. Somehow I just could not picture her up on a stage nude in front of strange men.
“I had to, things are expensive here. I need to pay Joe $900 a month for half the rent, and there are things I need.”
I sighed, not liking that one bit but it was none of my business. We chatted for awhile easily like it had been when she was here.
“Hopefully one of these days you will meet some nice guy and settle down.” I told her.
“I would like that, if I could find one like you!” She laughed.
“Like me? I am an old man, you need someone your own age.” I said.
“Yea sure. So far all I find is guys that are drunk all the time or chasing after some other woman the instant I am out of sight, you are the only real man I ever met.”
I guess I have to say that made me feel pretty good, and a couple of ideas popped into my old head. Hell, Billie had been right here, in my house. Right there in the other room, perhaps all I would have needed to do….?
“You are like the Daddy I never had!” She added, then she sounded like she was crying.
That stopped the silly fantasy that had slipped into my mind, though. We finished the conversation and finally hung up.
I did some of that tossing and turning that night.
Phone calls became a regular event after that, at least once a week we talked, sometimes even more.
That became something I really looked forward to, it filled one of the holes in my life.
Then when she called one day a few months later, she was excited. She told me all about a man she had met, and how good he was to her. His name was Ray and he ran a company, they had only had a few dates but I could tell that she was thinking seriously about him.
The conversations after that were mostly about Ray did this and Ray wanted that. She sounded happy which made me feel good. I knew the end of our odd relationship was coming, but since she sounded like everything was going well, I was happy for her.
When I came in from one of my regular trips to the local tavern and saw my message machine light flashing, I knew it was from Billie. I had just finished playing the message when the phone rang.
“Yes, I would love to.” I told her when she asked me to be the one to walk her down the aisle.
That is how I found myself getting off an airplane in Chicago. I spotted Billie right off, she squealed and piled into my arms. She had put on some weight, filled out. She looked so beautiful it almost brought tears to my eyes.
Then she introduced me to Ray, a tall good looking young man.
I had planned on staying at a local hotel but he would not hear of that, instead I found myself being put up at what was a rather large condo.
The place was very large, and Ray actually had two middle aged women working for him as housekeeping staff, another that ran the kitchen.
I wasn’t real sure exactly what he did but it was obvious he was doing well.
We did find time to talk quite a bit, I couldn’t help but like the man. He was relaxed and easy to talk to, and it was clear that he was hopelessly in love with Billie. Plus Billie was happy, happier than I had ever seen her.
Her brother Joe stopped by, he was a quiet rather studious acting guy. I was thinking from looking at the two of them that some genes got crossed up in there somewhere, they were nothing alike.
But there wasn’t much time to visit, dwell on anything.
Big weddings are mayhem, things were going on all over the place so I did my very best to stay out of the way. I was sitting in the main living room killing time watching TV when a woman in her fifties walked in.
She was absolutely beautiful.
“You must be Dan, I sure have heard a lot about you.” She said as she walked up to me. I got up.
“I’m Carol, I am Ray’s mother.” She told me as we shook hands.
“Billie told me you were a pretty good looking guy, I see she was right.” She grinned at me, making me blush slightly. Then she sat down in a chair and we talked quite a bit.
It was one of those cases where meeting someone and clicking with them instantly occurs. I don’t know the why of it but I think everyone has it happen once in awhile.
I told her a bit about my life, she told me some of hers. Her husband had passed away, her son had taken over the company and it was doing well.
I found myself liking Carol very much, there was something about her that was real, she put on no airs at all which belied her rather expensive looking appearance.
The next day I walked down an aisle to give away a young lady that was not my daughter but felt like one somehow. That by itself was amazing, I never had a daughter of my own but it sure felt like I did now.
At one point I glanced over at Carol to find her looking at me, she smiled and one hand came up to brush at her hair, then she turned back to the ceremony.
Later at the reception, I sat by her as everyone had a good time. I asked her to dance, even though my feet can barely manage to do it, she felt like a feather.
Hell, I didn’t even step on her, not once.
Carol was right beside me as we laughingly threw rice, Billie I noticed had kept looking our way at the party. She had grinned at me and raised an eyebrow, I grinned right back.
I did notice that as they prepared to leave, Carol reached down and took my hand. I gave it a little squeeze, getting a smile for my reward from her.
Then Billie and Ray were in a big car, and it was over. Carol turned to me, stood on tiptoe and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then she let go of my hand. We looked at each other for a few long seconds, I felt a familiar stirring at that.
I had a feeling that I would be calling her from time to time, Carol was a very nice looking and interesting woman.
I had a flight scheduled out the next day so I got my bag packed, ready to go. There was only Carol and I, and the three people on staff left at the condo.
Carol came in and sat down, she looked completely different than I had seen her before. Dressed in a T-shirt and blue jeans, she no longer looked like the expensive type woman she had appeared to be before. Her face had a fresh scrubbed look, she wore no makeup at all.
“You know, Dan? I never expected my son to fall for a woman like Billie, but I have to say I am sure glad he did.”
“Yes, I am happy for her, Ray really seems to love her and it is obvious that she loves him.”
“You two seem very close. Billie talks about you all the time.” She said.
“That was one of those accidents of life.” I told her. Then I explained how we had met, leaving out nothing. I got the feeling that she had heard it all already.
“Did you two ever..you know..make love?” She asked, bluntly.
“No. I guess it never really crossed my mind.”
Carol laughed at that.
“I didn’t think so, but from the way Billie talks I know she loves you. Anyway. So my son was hanging out in a strip club, and he picks up one that he ended up keeping.” She grinned.
“Well, I guess so.” I said. Carol didn’t really sound upset but I wondered what she was getting at.
“She is very pretty, and in today’s world I guess he got to check out the goods before hand.” She giggled.
I had to laugh at that one.
“When I met my late husband Jim, you will never guess where?” She smiled.
I just looked at her.
“All I had on was a tiny little G-string and some pasties.”
I broke up laughing again, it certainly explained why she wasn’t too upset at her son’s choice of a woman.
“When I was a young girl I could shake them pretty good!” She let out a giggle, looking at me sideways for a reaction.
Damn was this one right up front female.
“I have to admit that brings quite a vision into my mind.” I smiled at her, chuckling.
“I certainly hope so.” She was looking right at me.
We sat there looking at each other for what seemed like several minutes but was probably only a few seconds. Then her hand slid over slowly and covered the back of my hand.
Sometimes there are no need for words, it was one of those moments. She slid over and we kissed, when we finally broke for air, I looked around.
The staff had all vanished.
“Would you like to come to my room?” She asked quietly.
“I would like to very much.” I told her.
“It’s been over four years, so if I seem a little hesitant…?” She said.
“About the same for me here.” I answered. Carol so far had not seemed to be the least bit hesitant.
“Come on!” She reached out and tugged on my hand.
I sat on the edge of her bed and watched as she tugged the T-shirt over her head. Then she unfastened the jeans and slid them off, standing there in just a semi sheer sports bra and small white panties. Her belly was flat, her hips flared out nicely. Carol was full in the bust with just a hint of a sag, her dark nipples showed clearly through the thin bra. It was clear she did not shave from the bulge of pubic hair I could discern through her panties.
Then she shook her upper body, causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully. She rotated her hips in what was almost an obscene manner.
I felt my lower body flush with blood at that.
“Well?” She asked with a grin, almost posing.
“I can see how you caught your husband.” I laughed.
“Stand up!” She told me, suddenly serious, so I did as she dropped to her knees. Her hands went to the catch in my slacks, she undid them and slid them down my legs. She lifted first one leg, then the other, removing my shoes which she flipped over her shoulder. The way she did that was hilarious. My socks came off next, then my pants.
As her hands went to my briefs, she had a small struggle getting them off because by then I was fully erect.
“Damn!” She exclaimed, both hands coming up to cradle my groin. She was looking at my 8″ erection with fascination, then her fingers wrapped around it and she was holding me by the shaft.
Her hands slid upwards, she squeezed slightly, sending shivers through me as she tugged, causing my foreskin to roll back.
“There it is!” She exclaimed, nearly causing me to explode right then.
I reached out and picked her up, sat her on the bed. I tripped her bra, watching as her breasts swung free. Then I slid her panties off as she lifted first one hip, then the other to help me.
My hands slipped up to her breasts, they felt silky smooth and were obviously real. Her nipples puckered up as I tickled first one, then the other with my fingertips.
I felt her hand reach down to fondle me as I slid my own between her legs. Carol opened them easily, allowing me full access. She was already flooded with moisture in anticipation.
Everything became a blur after that, our bodies slid together like they had been made for each other.
At one point she was on top of me, her hands pressing on my shoulders as she thrust at me with her eyes closed.
“God it’s been so long!” Escaped her lips as her body shook in climax.
“Now that was one hell of a lot of fun!” She told me later as we lay there in each others arms.
“You just seduced me!” I accused her.
“Damn right I did. Billie spent so much time telling me what a hunk you were that I wanted to before I even met you!” She giggled.
“Me? A hunk? Hell, if I had known she thought that….?” I teased.
“Don’t you even think about it.” She growled, reaching down and grasping my cock again.
“This is all mine!” She said.
It was just over two weeks later when we heard some noises out in the main living room. Carol got up, tugged on a robe to go see what was going on.
We had sort of been interrupted so Carol looked like…well…like she had just been fucked.
I could not hear all of the conversation, but I quickly realized that Ray and Billie had just gotten back.
I was thinking that this just might be interesting, so I reached for another robe and pulled it on, going out there.
“Danny?” Billie looked at me in surprise.
“Mom? What’s going on? What is Dan doing still here?” Ray looked at me and then back at his Mother in shock.
I would think the situation should have been reasonably clear.
Billie started laughing. Then she piled into me, damn near knocking me over.
“I got me a Daddy for real now!” She squealed.
“My God, Mom! Are you two….? Ray began. He still looked a little shaken, his eyes were huge.
“Oh, shut up, Ray. There is going to be another wedding!” Carol told him.
We had already decided on that.