Illegal Illicit and IntoxicatingChapter 8
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Life with Rachael settled down, albeit into a strange world. In this world, I was having frequent and often inventive sex with a teenager who exhibited an unrestrained enjoyment and enthusiasm. In fact, I was having more sex than I’d ever had in my life, and I absolutely loved it. It was illegal, illicit, and utterly intoxicating. July was passing too fast. I received a phone call from Detective Johnson letting me know charges were dropped after the two young men were threatened with...
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Rachael arrived in the kitchen wearing a small white undershirt, white cotton printed boy-short panties, and her leather jacket, her dark curly hair sleep-mussed. She approached me at the counter and hugged me, still sleepy and smelling warm and cuddly. For a wonderful minute I hugged her, then bent and smelled her hair. She eased back, smiled, and said, “Make me breakfast.” “Please,” I corrected. She smiled. “Please.” “You haven’t thanked me enough for the jacket.” A sparkle entered...
Waiting patiently in the pickup with the windows open to fight the late May heat, I puffed on a cigar, blowing the smoke out the window. Fridays weren’t as important to me as they used to be before I retired. I mentally reviewed the list of supplies I’d bought. Paint - done. Spackle - done. Closet organizers - done. What else had Cara instructed me to get? I had a nagging suspicion I’d forgotten something. Rachael walked out of school with a couple of girlfriends, chatting away, all three of...
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Mumtaz stood at the entrance of Bay Pride mall, staring into the abyss of the uncountable number of people moving around like ants. She could stop this right now. She could turn around and walk back. But something twitched inside her, a potential soulmate, maybe a man who could satisfy her wet dreams. Mumtaz stood frozen. Maybe he would be the storm in her dry desert. A month back, Mumtaz Khan was sitting in her office, glancing through the case files she neatly racked in her cupboard after...
“Hello, admirer?” Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was wet. The person on the other side cut the call immediately. Was he shy, or was he acting? Mumtaz couldn’t differentiate. She called him again! “Never thought you would call me!” The man on the other side said. The voice was very manly, attractive, and had a pinch of erotic effect to it. Mumtaz was thrilled. “I don’t know who you are, but thanks for those gifts,”...
“I can’t do this, I won’t do this, chuck him!” She murmured to herself. But Mumtaz knew deep inside her, she was wet! Mumtaz stopped at the entrance of CCD, holding the door handle. She stood there for a few seconds, She could feel the wetness between her legs. She walked back and sat at the same table. “Why should I do this? Who are you?” Mumtaz texted him again. “Either do it or leave!” the reply text made Mumtaz furious. What does this guy think about her? She is a well-known lawyer in...
Mumtaz tried to slither and push him away when his strong hands grabbed her from behind! “Is that you? Admirer?” “Yes,” an eerie whisper landed on Mumtaz’s ears. She could feel her skin getting aroused. She had goosebumps. Mumtaz could not resist his advances. “Who are you?” She asked again, “Please show me your face!” His strong hands slid through her wide waist and grabbed her open, exposed milky belly. He ran his fingers through her love folds. His rough palm was feeling Mumtaz’s belly...
Mumtaz rested another 15 minutes on that table. She had a satisfaction that she had never got. She moved her hand between her legs. She was still dripping wet. Mumtaz got up and took the lingerie her admirer had kept it on the table. She didn’t wear it. She was wet, and she didn’t want to spoil the lingerie with her juices. Mumtaz pulled back the straps of her top and pushed her boobs back into it, then adjusted the skirt. Draping the shawl over her breast, she walked out of the room and jumped...
Even with a butt plug in her ass Mumtaz was like a spider in court, trapping the counter-arguments of her opposition in the spider web of her wit and skills. The first hearing was a success, but there was more to come. Alex was more than happy. He was enchanted. “Knew it! You can’t take failure as an option,” he said to Mumtaz. “Come home tomorrow night, let’s party,” Alex said with a firm handshake. Mumtaz didn’t have time to waste here. The plug was making her uncomfortable. This was her...
After chit-chatting for a while, Mumtaz and Lissy parted. Lissy was a strange woman, but she smelled exactly like Mumtaz. But Mumtaz was engrossed in chatting with her secret admirer. “How do I look?” “Like a glorious slut!” came a reply, “Feel like doing everything we did at the mall again.” “Show me who you are, we will do more than that!” Mumtaz smiled as she typed. Mumtaz was offered drinks by multiple men owing to how slutty she looked. They had seen women exposing or covering up their...
It has been 3 days since Mumtaz’s admirer contacted her. His number seems to be switched off. With the help of some influential people, Mumtaz tried to track him. But to her surprise, they said the number doesn’t exist. The last time he contacted was at Alex’s party through the vibrating panties. Mumtaz still wondered how she moaned and almost climaxed at the dinner table. But what caught her attention was Lissy and the way she jerked off a complete stranger. Mumtaz stared at her computer...
Mumtaz knew someone who could help them nab Alex. He was a police commissioner, a middle-aged man. He could easily use the evidence Lissy provided to get Alex in prison. “He will ask for more than evidence. He will demand that I satisfy him,” Mumtaz groaned. But Mumtaz always resisted any advancements from this cop. Even though she badly wanted a man, he was not from her religion. “I can satisfy him,” Lissy said with pride. This is the best choice she had. Last night before the final hearing,...
RACHAEL STRETCHED OUT ON the bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark room. The open window let in a lazy breeze that felt nice after the heat of the day. Anger still burned inside her. As much as she liked Grandpa, she was pissed that Mom had banished her to the middle of nowhere, and for the whole summer! The whole effin’ summer! She fingered the ring in her eyebrow, felt it tug her skin. She was beginning to regret getting it. It was ugly, but it had done its job by infuriating Mom....
RACHAEL WOKE SLOWLY. WARMING morning sun streamed through her open window. She relaxed, loving the feeling of having slept deeply. In the last few days she’d changed. She could feel it. She didn’t feel anxiety at being disconnected with her friends back in Los Angeles. In fact, she didn’t miss being there. Slowly, without being conscious of it, she’d grown to like the peace and isolation here. It was nice not to worry about fitting in, being part of the right group, or trying to rebel...
Hot wind blew through the open faceplate of my helmet as we raced across the side of a hill. The handlebars jittered as the ATV bounced across rain-formed ruts and loose rocks. Rachael kept pace next to me. I could see the shine of excitement in her dark, exotic eyes, and her concentration as she controlled her ATV. The sight of a slight, young girl riding a four-wheeler was quite something. It was so different. I enjoyed watching her. Cresting the hill, we slowed and cautiously rode down...
Intimacy between two people, no matter their ages, is impossible to miss. It’s not the same as familial affection. When there’s attraction, you enter the personal space of the other with ease; bodies closer. There’s touching, gentle touching. Fingers brush arms, hands rest on backs, and spontaneous hugs are frequent and linger longer than friendly hugs. It’s impossible to miss the expression in eyes as you look at the other person. There’s softness and love at times, excitement at other...
MY EYES POPPED OPEN when the bed moved. The room was shadows and darkness, the open window a bright rectangle. I rolled over, knowing Rachael had just slipped into bed. She smiled at me. “I’ve thought about it.” “Not enough,” I countered. Her smile faded, making me conscious of how much courage it must have taken to take the initiative. Not wanting her to feel rejected, I added, “But you can sleep in bed with me and experience what it’s like to be with someone.” Her smile returned. “Kay.”...
Sun was already up when Rachael woke me by slipping back into bed. I cracked my eyes open. Rachael obviously didn’t know I was awake, which made her actions all the cuter. She edged close, raised my arm, slowly turned, and edged back against me. Her small butt nudged against my groin and she guided my hand back onto her camisole, my palm on her breast. The smell of fresh mint wafted at me making me smile. She’d sneaked out of bed to brush her teeth; a very female act indicating intentions...
RACHAEL STIRRED. SHE FELT strange. Something was different. In that special waking moment where dreams blend with approaching reality, she smelled him first - a musky guy aroma with a lingering trace of cigar smoke. Then she felt him, warm and large against her. Her senses kicked into high gear and she felt his skin against hers. Under her hand she felt his soft chest hair. Then she heard his breathing. Something still felt strange. Dreamy thoughts ebbed and faded, and she realized what it...
Rachael strolled into the kitchen as I finished the last of the French toast I’d made for breakfast. She’d changed yet again. My granddaughter was quiet. She sat at the kitchen table and every time I looked at her she smiled gently, not shy but demure. She studied my face as if looking for some reaction or an answer to an unasked question. Last night, after we’d finally eaten dinner, her bubbly excitement had been replaced by softness, and when she came to bed in panties and a small...
TO ME, RACHAEL LOST all vestiges of shyness about intimacy after our oil adventure. Perhaps, more than intercourse, touching each other, letting ourselves be touched, and finding sexual pleasure together had been more intimate. We knew each other’s body - every small nook and cranny. We’d explored in the light, not protected by darkness. Maybe it had given her the last bit of confidence she needed - knowledge she could bring me as much pleasure as I could her. Or perhaps she was completely...
Rachael topped up the gas tanks, gasoline vapors filling the air. I finished loading our gear into a small utility trailer, strapped them down, and hooked it up to my ATV. We were ready. The sun was rising, casting light obliquely over the land, topographical shadows slowly fading, the morning undulations flattening. I checked the weatherproof GPS. It was functioning well with new batteries. In my back pocket I had a folded paper map. Technology has a habit of failing at the wrong moment...
A full bladder woke me up. Rachael complained in her sleep when I extracted myself from the sleeping bag. She hadn’t emerged when I poured coffee and sat quietly admiring the rising sun and the vast land spread out before me. Oblique light gave the hills shadows that emphasized the undulation of the land, valleys dark, hilltops bright. She hadn’t emerged when I organized breakfast. I poured myself a second mug of coffee and waited, enjoying the silent beauty. I loved it here. The real world...
That night, in a repeat of the last two nights, my bed dipped and a cold hand touched my back. “Daddy?” When I rolled toward Cara, she came into my arms, smiled slightly, her blue eyes excited, and she kissed me. The kiss started with lips touching. A brush of her tongue changed the kiss into sensual. I caressed down her back and fondled her ass, such a sensuous shape, and slowly became horny. The kiss deepened, tongues exploring, exciting, arousing. My world narrowed to me and my...
RACHAEL WALKED THROUGH THE living room on her way to the laundry room. Grandpa was out tending his vegetable and herb garden. She found Mom putting sheets into the washer. “Mom? Can we talk?” she asked. “Hold on.” Mom closed the door, added detergent, and started the machine. Turning, she smiled. “What’s up?” Mom put her hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’d like some coffee.” Sitting at the kitchen table, Rachael said, “I wanted to say sorry.” Mom smiled. “That’s nice....
August slipped by with surprises heaped upon surprises. Rachael woke me up in the early morning before the sun was up when she took her pain meds. She noticed me awake and informed me she was horny. I wasn’t. She solved that problem by pulling skimpy yellow panties off and waving them at me, grinning, whispering, “Wanna?” Somehow, with her expert hand fondling me, an erection formed and before I knew it we were having sex, no preliminaries. My granddaughter proved she was indeed horny. But...
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