Stupid BoyChapter 11 Stranded
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The beamer caught my eye, partly because of the rental sticker on the bumper, and partly because of the petite, dark-haired, dusky-skinned young lady pacing in frustration nearby. Don't see many BMW's in these parts, nor people who can afford to rent them. Also don't see many such exotic beauties.
I pulled over well in front of the apparently stalled vehicle, leaving a cushion of distance so the young lady wouldn't be too frightened having a stranger stop.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" I said as I stepped from my truck.
"This stupid car has stopped!" (she pronounced it like "shtewpid cah". I love British accents!), "and I forgot to charge my mobile!"
"Would you like me to take a look?" I asked, still keeping my distance.
"If you would, please!" she almost demanded, "What a effing day! First I have to put up with that silly Sikh ceremony, and now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with a mobile that doesn't work. Now here's Gomer effing Pyle to the rescue!"
Well! That wasn't very nice!
I got the rental company's 800 number off the sticker on the car and dialed it on my cell.
"Hi! My name is Nick Stafford. Could you please connect me with whoever handles breakdowns of your rental cars? Thanks!"
After a short pause another voice came on the line.
"Yeah, my name is Nick Stafford, I'm calling to report that one of your cars has broken down about ten miles out of Williams on the old Monroe Highway. Yeah, it's about half a mile west of the Compton turnoff."
"Oh, no, I'm not the renter, just a guy passing by."
"Try Parminder Nagra..." I saw her head whip around as I said her name.
"Yeah, that's it..."
"About half an hour? Ok, thanks!"
As I passed her on the way back to my truck, she stared at me, but said nothing.
I had gotten the engine started and was checking the mirror for oncoming traffic when I saw her reflection huffing up to my door.
"Wait! Where are you going?" she panted.
"I'm going about my business, ma'am." I said, "And the name's Nick Stafford, NOT Gomer effing Pyle! Your tow will be here in about half an hour. Have a nice day."
I started to move again.
"Wait! Please! I'm sorry!" she cried, running to keep up.
I stopped.
"Please! You've been very kind and I've been such an ass!" she gasped, a little out of breath, "Will you please do me the favor of waiting with me 'til the tow arrives?"
She was standing on the running board, holding onto the wing vent.
"Hang on." I warned, putting it in reverse.
I backed up to within a few feet of her car and said, "You gonna stay out there all day, or do you want to climb in here out of the sun?"
I killed the engine, waiting for her reply. She gazed at me speculatively, giving me time to notice that she looked even better in person than she did on TV, without all that makeup on. Her skin was flawless, and created the perfect setting for her dark eyes.
Finally deciding I probably wasn't a homicidal maniac, she walked around the front of the truck, her lustrous black hair just showing above the hood, and climbed into the passenger's side.
She ran her hands over the leather of the upholstery and inspected the rest of the interior.
"You've kept this in very good shape!" she said, with apparent admiration.
"Yeah, she's kinda old so I have to baby her a bit," I let my pride show a little, "but she still runs like a top, and can haul anything I need moved."
We sat in silence for a few moments. I didn't want to stare, but occasional glances showed her struggling for words to say. Finally, she must have found them.
"When did you recognize me?" she asked.
"About the time I got close enough to get a good look." I watched her face to catch her expressions, and because it was a very pleasant face to watch.
"Most people, at least outside the studio," she continued, choosing her words carefully, "when they recognize me, fall all over themselves trying to please me or get an autograph. Why didn't you?"
I met her gaze steadily and shrugged before replying, "I'm not most people."
She waved a hand in frustration and a frown clouded her features, "That's obvious! But specifically, why?"
I thought a bit, choosing my own words, before replying, "I never understood all that brouhaha over celebrities. I'd venture to say that I'm at least as good at what I do as you are at what you do. The difference is, you do it in front of millions of people, so a lot of folks recognize your face. Why make a fuss over it? Have you saved the world? Have you invented a cure for cancer? Have you built a rocket to help us escape from this mudball when the politicians finally screw it up so bad we can't live on it?"
I paused for a bit, then continued, "No, ma'am. If I was to make a fuss over you, it'd be because you're such a pretty little thing and I'd want to date you. I reckon, though, that whatever agents and business managers you have lookin' after you are gonna be lookin' to whisk you away from here pretty quick, so why bother?"
She stared open-mouthed at me for a long moment, then a smile burst across her face, "What a refreshing perspective! I'm afraid I always took it for granted that I deserved all the attention people gave me. In fact, I guess I've come to accept it as my right. No wonder I've been such an ass!"
I cracked a smile and replied, "Well that'd make you about the best looking donkey I've seen in my lifetime."
That got a small laugh, which was more than it deserved, but I was grateful.
"So, what do you do, Nick Stafford?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye, "Besides telling bad jokes, that is!"
I acknowledged her assessment of my comedic talents with a wry grin and answered, "I develop software and try to keep my little piece of dirt producing enough to get by."
"So you're sort of a 'gentleman farmer'?"
"Hardly!" I showed her the horned callouses on my hands, "These didn't come from the keyboard. Couldn't make ends meet if I depended on others to do everything."
"But, if you work so hard farming," she asked, genuinely puzzled, "when do you have time to write software?"
"Well, first of all," I replied, "I don't WRITE that much of it. I DEVELOP it. The largest part of that is nailing down the requirements so that I have a pretty good idea what the customer wants and needs, from his perspective, then designing the system to meet those requirements. When I do write, I mostly write building blocks - code modules that can be assembled with other modules to make a system. I can build some pretty complex systems from the modules I've developed over the years without writing much new code."
"Doing things that way, the software development doesn't take much time at all." I continued, "The rest is time management - or rather managing my activities to fit in the available time."
"But that must keep you awfully busy!" she actually seemed interested.
"Nothing wrong with that!" I laughed, "But you'd be surprised. I still find time to sit in a rockin' chair and whittle now and then, or go fishin' or skinny dippin' in the creek. Can't imagine living life any other way."
"But don't you get tired?" she probed, "All that physical labor, then doing your other work too?"
"When the other work was all I did," I replied, "I'd go to bed tired, and not sleep a wink. My mind would keep churning on the problems of the day. Now, I go to bed, and I'm PHYSICALLY tired, but mentally rested. I sleep like a baby, and wake up rested and refreshed."
"You seem to have life all figured out." she said, with only a little sarcasm in her voice.
I shrugged, "I like the life I live, but I'm not fool enough to believe that what's right for me is right for everyone else."
She had the grace to flush a little.
"Actually," she said, "I think I'm a little envious! My whole life seems to be run by other people!"
"Oh?" I asked, just to be polite.
"when my agent or the studio aren't rushing me off to some event or audition or something," she said, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "I'm having to attend some ritual or other for a religion I don't believe in, just to keep my family happy! I can't remember the last time I did something I wanted to do!"
"When was the last time you said 'no' to any of these people you say are running your life?" I asked, deadpan.
She looked as if I'd slapped her.
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.
"Why not?" I asked, calmly.
"Well, because, well, you know, my career... my family... !" she struggled, having to think about a set of circumstances to which she had only reacted before.
"Life is a set of choices, Ms. Nagra. If you continue to choose your career and your family's wishes over your own, then others will continue to control your life. If, at some point, you decide you need to find SOME time for yourself, then you start saying 'no' sometimes to the demands that others make on you. It's a matter of knowing what's most important to you."
She contemplated on that for a long time. Before she could comment, the tow truck showed up and we got out to deal with the driver.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Nagra," the driver said, not really caring, "but I only haul them back to the shop. The company won't charge you for the rental, of course, but the nearest replacement is back at the airport where you got this one."
She was about to blow another gasket when I said, "Look, what time is your flight?"
Temporarily distracted, Parminder searched in her purse for her itinerary. Fishing the paper out, she said, "It's at three. Well, eight past three anyway."
I consulted my watch and said, "It's a quarter to three now, and the airport's about forty five minutes away, so you've missed that flight. Why don't you come with me while I dump this load of feed, and you can use my cell to call whoever you need to and to re-schedule your flight. Then, after you've had a chance to freshen up, I'll take you to the airport."
She looked me over speculatively, then gave me that brilliant smile that I'd seen only once before.
"All right, Mr. Stafford!" she said, "You've got a deal, but you must let me pay you for your trouble!"
I had started to take her bags to the truck, but stopped dead in my tracks and dropped the bags.
"You either come as my invited guest, Ms. Nagra," I said, "or you find another way to the airport. Either way, I will not take your money, any more than I'd ask any of my other guests to pay for the hospitality I offer."
Parminder's lovely brown eyes went wide with shock, "I was only trying to be polite, Mr. Stafford!"
"It's not polite to treat your host like someone hired to do you a service." I said, very seriously, "If you wish to be polite, don't insult me."
She was clearly taken aback by my response, but said, "Of course! Again, I apologize! It's just that, well, in the places my career takes me, everyone has his hand out."
"I'll be sure to keep mine in my pockets." I relented a bit, "Shall we go?"
I threw the bags in the bed of the truck with the feed sacks. The high wooden rails around the flatbed would ensure that nothing came out on the short trip to my 'little piece of dirt'.
Parminder was on the phone with the airline for only a short time before turning to me and saying "There's no flight 'til tomorrow! Is there a decent hotel nearby?"
"There's a motel out on the interstate, but I doubt if it's what you're accustomed to." I said, "But why bother? I have a number of empty, furnished rooms, and I'm sure one of them would serve quite well as a guest room."
She looked at me speculatively and said nothing.
Guessing at her concern, I said, "All the rooms can be locked from the inside, if you're worried about uninvited visitors."
She smiled at me, looking embarrassed, and asked "Are you a mind-reader, Mr. Stafford?"
"No," I said, turning into the long drive between white rail fences, "I am an observer and I think about what I observe. You were obviously worried about something. A pretty young lady alone in a strange house with a man you hardly know - it wasn't hard to guess that you might have some concerns about that."
"I think you are someone it would serve me well to know better, Mr. Stafford," she said, pensively, "you intrigue me. I don't think I've ever met anyone who thinks like you, yet what you say makes sense."
"It's not a unique trait, ma'am." I said deprecatingly, "All it requires is that one think for one's self instead of adopting the thoughts of those around us. Of course, that also means you have to get used to THINKING, a fad which seems to have gone out of style these days."
As I pulled up into the common yard and backed toward the barn, Parminder looked around with a gasp.
"THIS is your 'little piece of dirt'?" she exclaimed, following the fence lines out toward the horizon, "What would you call a BIG piece of dirt?!"
I smiled indulgently. "It's only a few hundred acres, ma'am. Mostly I just raise horses, but I keep a truck patch for the table, and a few Holsteins. They're kind of switch hitters - produce plenty of milk but make decent beef if it's aged right. Got a few chickens and a couple of sheep too. I'm sort of partial to lamb, but don't much care for pork, so I don't keep pigs."
I walked Parminder and her bags to the house and got her settled in her room, pointing out the bathrooms, the living areas and the kitchen, then went out to unload the feed. This is one of the reasons I've gotten in pretty good shape working this place - tossing forty or fifty hundred pound sacks of feed into the loft, even from the elevated truck bed, is a pretty good workout for anybody.
After I got the feed sacks stacked for easy access to the feed troughs, I went in to wash up, and was pleasantly surprised to find my nostrils filled with some very savory aromas. Following my nose into the kitchen, I found Parminder with her sleeves rolled up and an old apron of mine wrapped almost all the way around her.
"You keep your pantry and spice cabinet very well stocked, Mr. Stafford!" she said, stirring something on the stove, "I was able to find most of the spices I'd find in my mother's cabinets, and reasonable substitutes for the others. I do hope you don't mind, but it's been a while since I had a good lamb dish, and your mention of it got my mouth watering. I wasn't really expecting to have to cut it off a hanging carcass though!"
I smiled at that. Most people are a little surprised at the meat locker I built just off the kitchen, and how much meat they find there. I guess she hadn't looked in the walk-in freezer yet.
"If that tastes as good as it smells," I smiled, "I can probably find it in my heart somewhere to forgive you!"
That got me another charitable smile.
By the time I got cleaned up, Parminder had set two places and was serving a delicious meal for the two of us.
"It's nice to see you haven't completely abandoned your heritage!" I said as I savored a tender morsel of spicy lamb. The flavor was reminiscent of curry but there were other spices in combinations I'd never tasted before.
"It's not that I don't respect my heritage, Mr. Stafford." she said, a bit huffily, "I just don't find that all of it is compatible with modern life."
"Don't get your bowels in an uproar ma'am." I said, placatingly, I hoped, "I meant it as a compliment - another way of saying 'this is delicious'. How you preserve your heritage is as much your choice as how you live the rest of your life. I may have an opinion about it, but it don't amount to a hill of beans, since you're the one that's got to live your life, not me."
She was silent for several long moments, studying me as I tried not to wolf down the delicious repast before me.
"I can't get a handle on you, Mr. Stafford." she finally said, "Most people I can figure out pretty well, but I can't figure out what it is you want with me."
"Why don't you try asking me?" I said quietly.
The obviousness of that set her back a bit.
"Very well, then," she said, screwing up her courage, "what DO you want from me?"
I chose my words carefully before replying, "I WANT only a couple of things from you, Ms. Nagra, and EXPECT even fewer. I want to spend a little time with you, to enjoy your company. I also want to get you into my bed - to enjoy sex with you. I EXPECT the first of those - to spend a little time with you and enjoy your company. I don't expect the second, but I can always hope."
She didn't, at first, know whether to be angry, shocked, or flattered.
"But, well, I guess a lot of men want to have sex with me," she finally said, "so that's a pretty obvious one, though one doesn't normally expect it to be approached so directly! The first one, about spending time with me, I don't understand. What's your real purpose? What are you hiding?"
"Is it so incredible, Ms. Nagra," I said, "that someone would just like to spend a little time in your company? You are a lovely young woman, and just being around you lifts my spirits, but I also think you have within you, the seeds of an actual thinking human being - a rare and valuable species! I have found that hiding my agenda, so to speak, only complicates things. By telling you up front what I want, we can bypass all the dancing around and trying to communicate without saying anything, and get right to the decision-making stage."
"Well, Mr. Stafford, I'm not going to share your bed, so that decision's made." she said, "As for whatever else you want, well, I've gotten pretty good at avoiding the people who want to cheat me out of my money, so whatever scheme you've got planned, forget about it!"
"I can understand your paranoia, Ms. Nagra," I said past the forkful of food I was preparing to stuff in my mouth, "so I won't waste my breath trying to convince you. Thank you, by the way, for being honest about the sex thing. Now I can forget about that and just enjoy your company."
She gave me a curious look and went back to eating. A few minutes later I heard her fork land on her plate rather loudly and looked up.
"That's it?!" she asked, somewhat peeved, "I tell you you're not getting me in your bed, and you just accept it?! You stop trying?"
I just looked at her calmly and said "Yes."
"No man alive does that!" she cried, "Why would you?"
"Ma'am, if you want to have sex with me, just say so." I replied, "If you don't, why are you making such a fuss about getting your wish?"
"Whatever happened to romance and seduction?" she ranted, "When a woman says no, most men take it as 'not yet'! But not you! Oh no! A simple refusal, and you just give up the chase!"
"First of all," I said, "I wasn't chasing to begin with. Secondly, if you can't say what you mean, how are we ever going to communicate effectively? I took the first step by taking your words at face value, as I do everyone's until I catch them lying to me. It's quite simple, really. You say something, I believe it. I say something, you believe it. Saves all that chasing around after hidden agendas."
I went back to eating, but could almost FEEL her seething.
"Why the hell would I want to sleep with an infuriating, holier-than-thou FARMER such as yourself, anyway?" she almost shouted
"That's what you need figure out, if you're considering it." I said calmly, "I will say this: For someone who doesn't want to sleep with me, you're certainly making an awful fuss about not having to!"
She spluttered for a few moments before retorting, "Well, a girl wants to feel wanted, even if she doesn't return the feeling!"
"I already TOLD you I want you!" my exasperation was starting to show, "So that's not the real reason. Why don't you close your mouth and open your mind. You just might discover something about yourself that you didn't know."
That caught her up short, but to her credit, instead of exploding, as I half expected, she snapped her mouth shut and sat, sullenly mulling over my words.
Finally, grudgingly, as I continued eating, she said, "It's the female stereotype, isn't it? Despite our pretense at liberation, we still want to be pursued, until we catch our pursuer. That way we can avoid taking responsibility for whatever happens, but if it turns out all right, we get to feel all smug and clever."
Without looking up, I said, "Are you asking a question, or thinking out loud? If it's the former, you can answer better than I."
"Just thinking out loud, I suppose." she said, her face still twisted in thought.
"And are you reaching any conclusions?" I asked as I placed my utensils on my nearly spotless plate.
She shot me a venomous look, followed quickly by that dazzling smile, and said, "You're an evil man, Mr. Stafford, forcing me to face my own weaknesses like that..."
I held up a finger to interrupt, and said, "I beg to differ, Ms. Nagra. I have encouraged you to think, but have forced you to do nothing. As for facing one's weaknesses, how else does one get stronger?"
"As I was saying." she gave me a reproachful glare, "In the cold light of logic, I'm forced to admit that I want you, too. All that other flotsam was just to relieve me of the responsibility of admitting it to myself."
I gave her a warm smile and changed the subject, "This has been an excellent meal, Ms. Nagra! Whatever else you may be, you're a superb cook!"
"Hey!" she exclaimed, "What's happened to your country bumpkin accent!"
I twisted my mouth in grimace, "It seems to come and go at will, without conscious intervention on my part. I kind of wish it didn't because it's a bit deceptive, but the habit's been with me too long, and changing it would require somehow becoming conscious of it at all times. I haven't figured out how to do that yet."
She laughed a little at that and shook her head, "You still confuse me, Mr. Stafford..."
"Nick, please!" I interjected.
"... Nick, then." she continued, "You tell me you want to sleep with me, then, when I finally admit to the same desire, you immediately change the subject! Have you changed your mind?"
I chuckled, "No, Ms. Nagra..."
"Parminder, or Par, if you please!" it was her turn to butt in.
"Par." I said, "I haven't changed my mind, but now that it's out in the open, there doesn't seem to be much to discuss. From here on, I will assume that it's ok to make advances, when the time and mood seem right, but there's no hurry to get to it!"
Her laugh was soft, like her face, "You're right, of course. Such things are best left to find their own time and place!"
We worked together to clear away the dishes and straighten the kitchen, swapping stories and jokes like old acquaintances reunited. When all was done, we settled into chairs in the sitting room - what most would call a family room, I suppose, but since it was just me... I poured us each a snifter of fine cognac and settled down across from her, watching the sunset behind the hills, and the way the waning light highlighted Parminder's dusky features.
She joined me on the sofa, after a few minutes, without being asked, and we watched the sun's final plunge together. We sat for several minutes in peaceful silence, just enjoying Mother Nature's light show.
Some time later, Parminder spoke in almost a whisper, "It's so quiet!"
Indeed, the creatures of the day were putting themselves to bed, and the sounds made by the swifts and bats as they hunted insects in the fading sunlight were inaudible to our ears. Their fantastic, seemingly silent, aerial maneuvers only emphasized the quiet.
Almost as though a signal had been given, though, as soon as the last rays of sunlight winked out, a symphony of night sounds arose around the house. Crickets started their nightly serenade and owls hooted in counterpoint. Whipoorwills called to each other, and night insects began buzzing at the screen door, hungry for the meager light that seeped out from where we were.
"I remember this from my childhood!" Parminder whispered, "In the Punjab, at night, it's like this! Oh, some of the sounds are different, but this brings back so many long buried memories!"
As naturally as if she'd done it all her life, she wrapped both arms around my right one and leaned her head on my shoulder, heaving a contented sigh.
A few more minutes of silence, then suddenly, Parminder sat bolt upright, exclaiming "Oh bugger! I've forgotten to ring my agent! He'll be worried sick!"
I just handed her the handset from the cordless phone and tried not to listen as she finally tracked him down on his cell phone.
"Maury! I'm so sorry! I forgot to call, with everything that's happened!"
"You won't believe! The stupid rental car broke down!"
"A BMW! Can you believe it! Anyway, there was no replacement closer than the airport."
"No! I missed my flight!"
"No, no. I TRIED to book another flight, but there's not one 'til tomorrow!"
"Oh, I'm not in a hotel."
"No. A nice gentleman offered me a room and a ride to the airport, and..."
"No, Maury, he's been a perfect, if somewhat infuriating gentleman..."
"Well, it's the oddest thing! He expects me to THINK!"
"No, really, my head doesn't hurt at all! I think I could actually come to like it!"
"Not another one! Come on Maury, those guys are just dirty old men! They're not looking for an actor, just a pretty face and sexy body!"
"Yes, I know their movies sell, but to whom do they sell?"
"I don't want to be a sex symbol! I want to act!"
"NO, Maury! Call them back and tell them no!"
"I don't know if I'm coming back tomorrow or not. If my host agrees, perhaps I'll take a long overdue vacation and stay here for a few days."
"Yeah, the number is... No, Maury, you know what? I'll call you!"
"When I'm good and ready!"
"No!"
"No, my mobile's dead and I don't have a charger."
"You'll live, Maury, and, more important, so will I."
When she hung up, I couldn't hide the grin that spread across my face.
"What?" she asked, suspiciously, then realized, "Oh, my! I've just told my agent 'no'! What an absolutely wonderful, powerful feeling!"
"What have you done to me, Nick?" she whispered, resuming her position on my shoulder, "I feel so... so... comfortable! Despite your irritating habit of expecting me to think, somehow, I feel very contented just now!"
"How about a massage, to help with that?" I asked softly.
She looked up at me in the dim light and said, "Farming, developing software, and now, giving massages! Is there anything you don't do?"
I pretended to think very hard before replying, "Well, I don't fly without a plane, but I'm still working on that!"
She laughed and punched my arm.
"So, is that a yes?" I asked, then, remembering her conversation, "And by the way, your host agrees."
She looked puzzled, then her face cleared and she smiled, "Yes, it's a yes, and thank you! I really could use a vacation!"
A frown clouded her face and she continued, "But what about you? I can't just take you away from your work for several days, and all that livestock isn't going to feed itself!"
"That's rather presumptuous of you, don't you think?" I said mockingly, "I will take whatever time I need, but I don't intend to wait on you hand and foot, you know. I have hands to help with the stock, and I'm between contracts for software at the moment."
She looked chastened and said contritely, "I'm sorry! I suppose I WAS presuming a trifle! After all, how much help do I need just relaxing for a few days? I'll shift for myself most of the time, but would appreciate any of your company you can afford to give."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll see at least as much of me as you can stand!" I chided, "You're welcome to use the pool and spa as much as you like. with the height of the fence and the fact that it's accessible only through the house, swimsuits are optional, though if you're shy, you might want to cover up if anyone's working the hills to the east. Can you ride a horse?"
"Oh yes!" she cried "That would be lovely!"
"I'm afraid I only have western saddles," I continued, "and the horses are trained for working cattle, so they'll feel and handle differently than ones you may be accustomed to."
"Not to worry, Nick," she laughed, "I once took a course in riding American style in case I should ever land a part in one of your Westerns!"
"Good!" I stuck out my hand to be shaken, "It's settled then!"
Her hand was dwarfed in mine, but her grip was firm, and her smile brilliant.
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Doug Bryant lay on the sandy beach gasping for air. Mary was dry heaving beside him, the contents of her stomach having been left far out in the water. Alyson was crying on the other side of her. Mary and Alyson had briefly gone under with the boat, but had somehow escaped. They broke surface on either side of another life vest. Mary and he had insisted Alyson wear it. He'd had to half-drag Mary to the beach against the pressure of the wind. It hadn't been easy swimming in his canvas deck...
Doug Bryant lay on the sandy beach gasping for air. Mary was dry heaving beside him, the contents of her stomach having been left far out in the water. Alyson was crying on the other side of her. Mary and Alyson had briefly gone under with the boat, but had somehow escaped. They broke surface on either side of another life vest. Mary and he had insisted Alyson wear it. He'd had to half-drag Mary to the beach against the pressure of the wind. It hadn't been easy swimming in his canvas deck...
Tess stopped walking and blew out a loud breath. She shoved tangles of flame-red hair from her brow and stared up at the sky. The clouds had shifted and reformed, their colour deepening to an ominous grey. It was only a matter of time before they broke.She slanted a glance at her wristwatch; four-thirty already. Her stomach churned at the thought of the storm threat hanging over her and the good couple of hours hiking she still had left. The weather forecast had been for overnight rain. She'd...
Straight SexTess stopped walking and blew out a loud breath. She shoved tangles of flame-red hair from her brow and stared up at the sky. The clouds had shifted and reformed, their colour deepening to an ominous grey. It was only a matter of time before they broke. She slanted a glance at her wristwatch, four-thirty already. Her stomach churned at the thought of the storm threat hanging over her and the good couple of hours hiking she still had left. The weather forecast had been for overnight rain. She’d...
CT98-33760HM was looking astonished through the observation deck, his augmented eyes picking up the ultraviolet and x-ray emissions of a nearby planetary nebula, to him, regardless of the calculations his brain was doing, this was a beautiful sight. CT98-33760HM wanted to wake his clone-brother CT98-33761HD to show him this fascinating view, although he knew his clone-brother couldn't see it the same as CT98-33760HM could, since CT98-33760HM had a Heavy-Marksman designation and his brother was...
You awake on to the sound of waves lapping against metal and the smell of the salty sea. Quickly you bolt upright and look around at your surroundings. You are in a circular metal pod of some kind. Its grey metallic surface lit up by a small fluorescent light on the side of the pod. In the pod with you is a bag, you slowly, but carefully peer into it and find binoculars, 10 MRE's, a jug of water, a sleeping bag, a tinderbox, a machete and a spear. You gather these items in a bag and look down...
FantasyOn a hot Nevada night, Morgan was driving home from his shift at one of the local watering holes. As he makes his way down a deserted highway, he notices two people waving at him, two women in fact. Morgan stops to ask if he can be of assistance. The girls tell him that they have run out of gas, and the closest gas station is a quarter of a mile away, but it would be too long to walk in their high heel shoes. So Morgan offers them a lift and the girls get in. A half hour later, they return....
She smiled at him as she came off the airplane his arms soon wrapping her in a strong embrace their lips met. She looked into his handsome face the kindness in his eyes. They walked together out to where he was parked. He started the car, his eyes lingered on her body. He leaned over and whispered to her a single word “Undress” she looked at him a bit shocked and as they left the parking garage the unfastened her skirt and pulled it down over her long smooth thighs. She couldn’t believe that...
This is an older story I had written a few years ago.It was a cold winter night, I was heading down the road in the wind and snow, it wasn't snowing horribly bad, but I deal with it as an over the road trucker. But I was heading down the road, heading to my next destination. I had been driving for a few hours and it was getting dark when I saw a woman walking alongside the road. Now I'm not one to usually stop, but during the weather you know something could have happened, she may have had car...
I received a call at work with Betty telling me that her and my wife were having car trouble and where they were. I knocked off early from work and followed her directions leading me a few miles out in the countryside. While driving down a narrow dirt road I was thinking to myself why would they be way out here. Since it was a nice fall day I just thought maybe they were just sightseeing but when I arrived it wasn’t what I had expected. At the end of the road there were 4 cars parked off...
Fuck.Utah is full of assholes. I stood there on the side of the road with my motorcycle parked, helmet on the seat. I smiled and waved at the cars and RVs that didn’t come by very often, but nobody stopped. Some kids in a camper waved back, but that’s been about it.I guess they don’t get too many black people up in here. I drank all my water and the heat kept heating. I cursed myself again. The guidebook said this Escalante Staircase thing was an amazing sight, and it was. But it also wasn’t...
Interracial© 2020 by Mojavejoe420 Fuck. Utah is full of assholes. I stood there on the side of the road with my motorcycle parked, helmet on the seat. I smiled and waved at the cars and RVs that didn’t come by very often, but nobody stopped. Some kids in a camper waved back, but that’s been about it. I guess they don’t get too many black people up in here. I drank all my water and the heat kept heating. I cursed myself again. The guidebook said this Escalante Staircase thing was an amazing...
Evelyn Jacobs wished she could call the her unplanned stop the result of a freak snowstorm. She couldn't because she knew full well that there was a large storm predicted for the North Carolina mountains. She also knew that she had driven through them before with only minor inconveniences. That December 18th storm proved to be more than a minor inconvenience. For one thing a rather large chunk of mountain got to heavy with the accumulation of snow. The already weakened boulder just decided...
It was a dark and stormy night... OK so it's the moldiest cliché in literature. It also happens to be true. A moonless night during the big '86 monsoons down in Tucson. The meteorologists were calling it a 100-year storm. The kind of heavy rainfall that only hits the desert once a century. Lucky me. The streets were flooded, and arroyos and normally dry rivers and dry washes were overflowing everywhere. Anyone with a lick of common sense was staying home and indoors. Me? I wasn't that...
"Can you get it working again?" Phil peered anxiously over Charley's shoulder. "We've got to get out of here, and right now!" "What's the rush?" Charley had an access panel off and was poking around amidst the wiring with a sour expression on his face. "From the looks of this mess, we ain't going no place right away, if ever. This whole pile of junk was thrown together by a ham-fisted idiot out of odds and ends, and that bullet just about finished things." "Jordan knows we're...
Rand lay stretched out on his bunk. He was wide awake, and alone. He should have been sleeping, had tried with all his might to force sleep to come. No luck. He could close his eyes, but sleep just would not come. '... Skryben?... ' Nothing... She'd been hard to talk to, lately. Harder with every jump she took, every burst of pain she felt. Few of the crew members wanted to be seen with him. Tasca... She wouldn't even talk to him, except in the line of duty. Berniss was cool, distant....
The relentless heat and humidity, that was what she felt in the last 3 days in this living hell hole. Deep in no man’s land, somewhere within the foreboding bowels of the vast and untamed Amazon rain forest lay the mangled wreckage of the DC10. The plane was enroute from Manhattan’s Newark airport to Peru, South America with its 20 passengers comprising models, photographers, agents from Sports Illustrated when it was caught in a freak thunderstorm. Smoke still trailed from the smoldering...
Group SexA friend and I were visiting her boyfriend on my spring break. We went out looking for a good time at the bars and it was rather uneventful. We got a taxi home and decided to pick up my car in the morning (being responsible adults of course!) Her boyfriend dropped us off at the car very early in the morning and left for work. My car wouldn't start. We quickly began to call various mechanics to get things figured out. After finding one and having my car towed we walked to the nearest starbucks...
First TimeWir hatten einen frühen Sommerurlaub am Mittelmeer gebucht, um ein bisschen in der Sonne zu baden. Meine Frau, Susan, freute sich auf einem der vielen Sandstrände auf der Insel Zakinthos. Wir beide baden gern in der Sonne und schwimmen nackt und bald fanden wir einen der FKK-Strände der Insel. Susan war ziemlich begeistert, ihre fabelhafte Figur vorzeigen zu können. Sie ist 5 Fuß 8 Zoll groß, hat lange Beine, einen flachen Bauch und schöne volle Brüste, mit Brustwarzen, die einfach gesaugt...
It had been a long day for Darius at college today, trying to work as his infected classmates tried to seduce and infect him. Putting his bags down, he turned his TV on, hoping to catch an update on the so-called "sex virus" that was going around. Some of the news channels had been taken over by the infected men and women and only talked about sex, but the one he was currently watching was still intact. "Reports show that the infection rate has risen over 70% through this past week," a male...
Father I don't know how or why it happened but I suddenly became gay, I consider myself quite the ladies' man but now I'm a raging homo I can't think of anything else but cock. It all started when I was rushing home after work, I finished my report and I wanted to have some time with my son. Ever since my wife left us ten years ago, it was just him and me. I felt I need to have a lot of bonding time with him. He's almost seventeen now but I like the time we spend together and I would...
Laura married Dwight Littlefield two days before her eighteenth birthday. She had been about to start her college career when he enlisted in the Navy. They had been going steady her last two years in high school, but wound up eloping the week before he was to go to San Diego for Boot Camp. Following the brief honeymoon, they packed there belongings in a U-Haul and drove to San Diego, found and apartment for Laura and got to spend some weekends together after he had been training for a month....
Hello all, from past 8 years I am reading stories in ISS. Even though stories make me erotic I always felt that they are fake and cooked up stories. Complaints apart, thanks for making our desires full filled. I felt like sharing my true story. This is the 1st time I am writing a story. If any mistakes please pardon me. Before moving to the main story I would like to tell about me and how ISS did helped me to full fill my desire of having sex after 3 years of my husband’s accidental death. My...
-Katie- I fixed my red glittery mini dress that flaunted my C-cup beauties. It was my first frat party in my sophomore year of college and I was still a virgin. What a pity! I was SURE to get something in high school, but no. I guess my nerdy glasses and food-filled braces didn’t get me that far. I walked up the stairs to the porch, a guy puking over the edge of the railing into the bushes and a couple making out on the porch swing. Along with booming rap music flowing out the windows of the...
I had been married to Anna for four years. Now, at 32, anna still looked like 27. With a very small frame but really large tits and ass, that seemed to defy gravity, she was definitely every man’s dream. Whenever I woke up in the morning, I felt happy to have her as my wife, and I’m sure she felt the same. Stroking her half curly black hair and waiting for her to wake up one morning, my dick was already at full attention. When I felt her stir, I kissed her and after a few seconds, she ...
Well, that was that. If only I could get Jill to listen to me. If only I could get her to believe me. If only. If only. If only. I'd told her the previous day that I would never stop her if she chose to leave me. You don't keep a dove caged up. Somehow I didn't think I was going to have to make good on my promise so soon when I made it. I was going to miss her. I knew that. Such a short time, but we felt so right for each other. I was alone when I found her, I could stand to be alone...
Part IINow you have to remember this was many years ago, 19 to be exact. Some things I remember exactly and some are a bit fuzzy. My brother slapping my belly and telling me to “open up and suck it slut” I remember exactly, the sting of the slap as well as the sting of the words. I also remember him forcing me to swallow his load, ok so there really wasn’t much force. I also remember that before that load was half way down my throat, my other brother Wayne, was kneeling at my face ready to take...
To my friends and potential friends I have some things to take into consideration before I'm figured into being like anyone else I have Asperger's sydrome a condition you can see in our type full glory in the account starring Matt Damon before you ask yes I really am almost exactly like that I also have occ a form of aggression turrets where if I view a person in public as a threat I go into a narcissistic rage if I don't have someone to talk me down if I don't I rampage after my target like...
"James, I was chatting with Eleanor Whittaker at our card club yesterday, and she mentioned something to me that you might want to pass on to Ken Granger. She and her husband own the insurance agency in Twisp. They've been tied down to it for over 25 years, ever since Randall took it over from his father." Vi Brightman was bustling around the kitchen, getting the rest of their morning breakfast on the table. Jim was enjoying his first morning coffee and eyeing a growing stack of potato...
First things first: my name is Robert Schipp, and at the time this story starts, I was a 25-year old man with a decent job, a great girlfriend, and a pretty nice, muscular body. Nowadays...well I guess I'll just tell the story. One day, I was bored at home alone after work on a Friday, naked, since I was alone and it was hot out, and decided to open up my word processor and start typing, just to see what would come out. So I sat down on my bed with my laptop, hit the power button,...
Hello every one, I am asha( not real name), now I tell my own story, done in my life. Actually this is done before 8yrs back. This is a real story but your interest I add some more masala, this is real story so I didn’t tell any one name. In that time I am 19yrs.In that time I am study in a college, that is in other city. So I am stay in a room with my friends. One of my friends has a house in that city, but now that is empty, because that is so far from city, so no one stay in that home. My...
Since my family had moved to our new house, Steve and I had become best friends. He lived next door and had moved in about a month before we did. With both of us being the new kids on the block we bonded quickly. He was two years older than me at eighteen and I had just turned sixteen a few months back. He was also taller and had more muscles than I did. He had tan skin and black hair where I was pale and had brown hair. He stood almost six feet tall and I was about five foot six. We played...
Ever since I started taking Jennifer to and from school, I had my sluts meet me somewhere, usually either at their house or at mine about an hour or so after school. Since I had planned to spend the four day weekend with my family and Jennifer, I had insisted on doing most of the girls due those days on that Wednesday. I had been warning them all that I wasn't going to be doing these weekly fucks one on one much longer, and as I drove to my home, I completely forgot about everything but the...
The next day, after work, Lonnie again went to Ann’s house. He walked in the back door crossed the kitchen to where she stood waiting, put his arms around her, and kissed her. Even though Ann still had misgivings about what she was doing with the young man, she returned the kiss avidly. He was the first man she’d been with in ages who really seemed to care for her. The irony was that as much as she liked having sex with him, she wasn’t really in love with him. Now she was the user, not him....
Hello girls and aunts I am Sheharyar from (Dharma Pura) Lahore. I am fascinated about the middle age women in my childhood due to my math teacher Mrs. Ashfaq. When I was in 6th class, I go to her home for study, where she doesn’t cover her body specially boobs. I can see easily her big boobs and some time have glimpse of her assets at the time when she give bath to her son and some time when she swiped the floor of her courtyard. It was the beginning of my love to elder women. I am working in...
Passion In James County IX Indiscretions By D.C. Roi Chapter four ‘Other than the truck problems, how was your trip?’ Tom’s wife Melissa asked when he got home that evening. Because of his early-morning romp with Alison he got started late, so he called and told Melissa he had problems with the truck. Melissa was at the sink washing dishes, wearing a silky nightshirt she sometimes wore around the house. The garment hung just below her luscious bottom. Her well-shaped buttocks were part of...
Hello to all ISS Readers I am Garry coming with 2nd story . It is again related to my mom . We are 3 in our family me mom and dad . Dad mostly stay out on business tours mom is 45 yrs old mature lady with excellent figure having extra large boobs and extra long silky thick hair and last but on least her big ass ..y As I told in last story that my mom was fucked by ma cousin Mukesh Jis din ka maine mom ko mukesh se chudte dekha tha meri mom k bare mein thinking change ho gyi thi . In this story...
“Rest easy my pet, it is going to be a fun freshmen year for the both of us.” BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* My alarm blared in my ear. I quickly turned it off and pushed myself into a sitting position. My naked body was sore from head to toe, my pussy throbbed and my ass ached from all the abuse it had taken. I stood slowly, stretching my limbs and searching for the attire I was forced to wear for this evening’s events. I found my corset and bunny ears sitting in the corner of my dorm room. My...
Group SexIt was one of the best times of my life. I was barely sixteen and having a blast. Since I gave my first blowjob in some dark movie theater way back when I was f******n, I’d been sexually active (well, make that VERY active). The guys I dated were typically boys I knew at school and church. In most every way I was just your average horny teenage girl, enjoying myself and experimenting withnew things. Well... maybe I was a little more sexually experienced than your average high school sophomore...
We had only just gotten inside the front door of her house before Mia was tearing at my clothes, and shoving her tongue down my throat. We had teased each other all the way back in her car, hence the frenzy that was happening inside the front door. "Come with me" she said holding out her hand to lead me through the house. Our clothes were strewn about the floor just inside the frontdoor. We headed into her bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed, joining me by kneeling between my...
To Sir with? LoveJames Maynard stared out the window, idly watching the drips of rain running down the glass. The older James got the easier his mind wandered. Tonight was the night ! His once-every-two-months visit to Mistress Kelli. Mistress Kelli was a young single mother who lived on the local council estate. At about 24 she was a lovely dark, powerful West Indian woman. In 10 or 15 years she would probably run to fat, but at the moment she was at the very peak of feminine sexuality. Young...
It hasn’t always been easy. There were times when we had more than enough but generally we’ve been scrappers. In spite of our best efforts we often just make it from week to week by the skin of our teeth. We’re okay with that. It makes for a bit of excitement and we actually find ourselves thankful that we’ve always had a roof over our heads and plenty to eat. We also consider it a blessing that we get to work together. Jack has been in the entertainment business for all of his adult life. I...
This story is not mine i just wanted to share it Mistletoe and MomMy parents divorced last year after 35 years of marriage when my father ran off with his young secretary; cliché, yes, but it does happen. I've been trying to help my mom as much as I can with all the changes so when she needed some one to go with her to her company Holiday party, I accepted without even thinking.My mother is a typical suburban housewife of 58 – she is not unattractive, but not young, firm or hot. She works as a...
The Fall Concert had been rescheduled four times before we finally got it done on Monday. Between the plays, the football team making the play-offs, and Mr. Wade, the band teacher, breaking his foot, it was beginning to look like we'd have to combine it with the Spring Concert. The show started out with the beginning band. It was weird to watch Mr. Wade conducting them without tapping his foot in time to the music, but it was still wrapped up in a big walking cast. He told everybody that...
I woke up to Amanda in my arm with her leg draped over my body. I could feel along my body that she was naked. Naturally she was still asleep. I could have sworn that last night when we went to sleep that she had on some type of clothing that resembled a nightie. Did she wake up in the middle of the night and take off the clothing or was I wrong and we crashed after having sex? I smiled to myself as I heard Amanda snore nearly in my ear….and Coach wonders why I’m hard of hearing. To be honest...
Love StoriesCarol and I sat in her kitchen apartment. Our first sexual experience had not ended well. I did not control myself and came all over her back, hair, and ass way too soon. What followed was a well deserved verbal spanking, as she was upset both at my lack of control and having cum all over her back. It was now early morning, about 1:00 a.m., and sufficient time had passed since my embarrassing misadventure, that I was fully ready to continue with what she and I had started a few hours before. I...
Straight SexHypothetical - i****t/Taboo I went on to consider why the law forbids i****tuous relationships and why religion proscribes such acts.It is said that any c***dren born of such relationships are likely to suffer from physical, mental and emotional defects. This matter is hotly debated by the experts in the literature. As far as I can see the jury is still out on this one, but even given that it is true, in times when contraception is safe, and sexual intercourse can be engaged in with little...
This was inspired by a story of Cheryl Lynn's, and is my take on her idea of the kindly granny figure who's not what she seems. Mannequin. By Trish. When my wife Pam and I came back to the UK after a decade working in the pressure cooker environment of Silicone Valley the quiet village of Budleigh Hill looked like perfect antidote to the stresses she had been under. It had been Pam's career that took us to the States when she was head hunted by Lockheed Martin Advance Project...
Lala Ivey is smoking hot, so it is no surprise that every now and then she likes to strip it all off and hang out by the pool in her birthday suit. When her nosy neighbor comes sneaking around her backyard, he almost creams his pants. He runs away, but thinks he may still have a chance to make a good first impression on this banging ebony goddess. So, he rings the doorbell. Turns out, Lala is warm and inviting. In fact, she is so warm that she lets her towel fall to the ground as she shows her...
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