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....
Friday was a favorite day for me. Kris and I only had classes until noon. With mom and dad both at work, it left the better part of the afternoon for ourselves, though most often Kris spent hers with the girls on her squad. We hadn't had time to really discuss what had happened between us, though to some extent I couldn't help wonder if Kris was having second thoughts about it too. She hadn't exactly been avoiding me, but neither one of us had made a point of finding time to talk about it...
It was more of the same with Liz as it had been the day before, only she didn't know what was going on and had to be "broken in." Eventually, though, I had the "family portraits" I wanted and I made sure that both girls sampled their grandmother's pussy several times. She, too, sampled theirs and Darla's (for the benefit of the girls). They were horrified to see that eventually, like they had, their own grandmother soon began enjoying what was happening to her—if for no other reason...
Alyssa looked down over her lovers and saw that she had their undivided attention. They listened to her eagerly, intrigued to learn more about the beautiful blonde girl they cared so much about. “As you know, I grew up on Karron. It’s a bleak inhospitable place, a massive asteroid that’s been gradually hollowed out as the mines have dug deeper. Slums have built up in the old abandoned tunnels and there’s thousands of people living there now.” Calara didn’t know much about Alyssa’s history...
Hello, my dear Readers. This is a diary, written by Varun, mentioning the sexual escapades of his mother, Priya. Happy Reading! When 2019 started, never in my wildest dreams did I think, it was going to be the year my homely conservative mother will be transformed into a sex hungry MILF slut. As we enter the third month of 2019, I, as a son, noted down the events in my mom’s life. During the most sexually significant life of her year. It all started in the second week of January 2019. I saw...
IncestDeep Space – The Alien Ship ... With the weapon rock steady in his hand, the First Officer sat staring at the shaking Captain. There was a long pause before the First seemed to make up his mind. “Hmmm, I meant to just show you how easy it would be to kill you, but after thinking about it for a bit, I think it might well be the best approach just now. Practically everyone on this ship hates your guts. Most would believe your ‘suicide’ without question. In other words, they would not give a...
I learned two very valuable lessons that night. First, it's not smart to park an expensive car on a dimly lit street in a poor neighborhood; and second, it's almost impossible to change a tire with a hardon, especially in a downpour. In addition to a slashed tire, the door on the driver's side had been damaged by a rock or a sharp object. Fortunately, the top had not been punctured. It had been years since I'd changed a tire. I cursed the rain and the person who had vandalized my car,...
MD had dismissed me. Again. I had deserved it. I had been useless, tardy, unreliable. Everyday I had fought with my every day life and my need to serve MD. I had spent sometime back in my normal life. I knew that wasn't lasting as I signed up to a fetish site and created a profile. I spent a day whoring myself out to women, men, anyone that would entertain me, but I had not luck. A week later, still it was being proven what a worthless whore I was, still no interest. Finally I found a Dom/Domme...
Sophia expected him to lead her downstairs to his bedchamber, but instead, she found herself guided towards the far end of the roof garden. A coarse, whitewashed wall, about twice the height of a man rose up over that corner of the fortress. It had the look of a watch tower, or a guard room with a heavy wooden studded door set in the wall. For a split second, she wondered if she had pushed too hard. Was he going to punish her for her outburst, incarcerate and leave her there until she learned...
"Tina, can I ask you a question?" Lynn asked, obviously unsure of herself and the sexual landscape she was embarking on. "Oh, sure. Anything." Tina was lounging around the family room wearing a t-shirt and not much else. "How many men have you slept with? Tina thought, "Oh, I've lost count because of my old profession. Maybe a couple of hundred? Not all of it was on film." "I mean slept with at one time? I guess I mean in one session or maybe in one day." Tina made no secret of...
Bi curious & hungry for cum! Have fantasies of slipping your throbbing hard cock between my lips & into my warm, wet mouth. I wrap my tongue over the tasty velvety tip, savouring the delicate flavours of your salty sweet pre cum & cock, moaning with pleasure as I begin to work my lips up and down your erection. Faster, deeper, sucking harder & harder I slurp and suck hungrily on your hot juicey flesh. My head works feverishly over your manhood and, as I pump my fist up and down...
I know I’m a very lucky man. Years ago, when I met my wife-to-be I could see almost immediately she was the woman for me. Besides being very attractive, smart, funny and caring, I was able to fully trust her judgement (except the decision to take me on in a relationship). Neither of us have ever been jealous of each other. There is no need when you know where the other is going home at night. Again, I know… I am a very lucky man.Starting at the very beginning of our relationship we would point...
VoyeurOne Saturday night the daughters, Julie and Tessa discovered that their moms, Valerie and Gina were sexual intimate with one another and that they themselves were quite into each other as well. That same Saturday night, the MILFs were in Valerie's room chit chatting too, but they were just in their bras and panties though. They were about a foot away as they were both on their sides."Damn, it's been too long since I've had a hot MILF in my bed in just her bra and underwear," Gina said."You...
NovelsYes, as I watched them fucking across the room that night, my daughter’s nineteen year old friend was on the end of my own cock, and that should have been enough. But after that foursome I started to fantasize about putting myself in John’s place, stroking my daughter from behind, filling my hands with her big soft tits, emptying my balls into her pussy. More and more she reminded me of my wife when she was young. She was short, like her mother, with a mane of curly red hair and...
This story I’m about to tell you is a real one. My name is Ricardo and my story goes back to when I was 18 yo, an insignificant person, weird, rather a short guy, but strong. 1.68 tall. Those high school chicks claimed I was very unattractive… horrible, nice and polite, though. I was too skilful, capable, at moving around without problems to flatter girls, court and finally conquer them. I liked to clown for them. Your next question would be: “Why should this guy be so ugly, and referred to...
Our maid servant was working in our house since I was born. She was almost like a member in our family. Most of the time she used to spend in our house. Last month she fell sick and stopped working in our house, but we use to pay her some money even now for her medicines. It was like giving her pension. She recommended a lady to work for us. She is 35 yrs of age and a widow. She stays with her brother. By now you might got a fair idea how her life would be with her bhabi in the house. She has...
This fantasy story is based very loosely on the comic ‘Sophie’s Curious Perversions’ by Von Gotha. That story took place in 1958 London. This one takes place in 2002, in Portland, Oregon. Chapter 1: Sophie’s 18th Birthday Hi. I’m Sophie Anderson. I live in Portland, Oregon and I am a senior at Pacific Academy. It’s a private school. One of those where we all have to wear uniforms and are expected to behave properly and get into a good college. Every day, I put on my green plaid skirt, white...
Tony and the red-headed woman had arrived at her little cottage with a nice ocean view, and sat down on the living room sofa. They kissed for the first time, and she moaned deep into his mouth, and then began nipping at his lips with her small, white teeth. "I never got your name," Tony said after a prolonged kiss finally ended. "Lucille... Lucille DaVino," she said breathing heavily. "There's no husband to worry about. I'm divorced... four years now." "That's good," he...
It was the year I graduated from high school. I had been horribly sheltered. My parents were very strict and religious. I had been controlled and told what to think my whole life. This was my big chance. I was doing orientation at the college I had chosen. I was terribly nervous and wanted to make a good impression. I wore my prettiest skirt with the flowers on it and brushed glossy brown hair. I put just a dab of pink lipstick on and I looked at myself in the mirror. I studied my reflection. I...
LesbianI worked during the summers, usually doing farm or ranch work. One day, I arrived home after everyone else had already eaten and had scattered doing their own thing. I heated leftovers and ate alone in the kitchen, wondering why it was so quite in the house. I assumed the family had taken Jacqui to visit a neighbor or something and decided to shower and change before they returned. Living in the desert, I prefer to shower outdoors, weather permitting and tonight the situation was perfect....
Sunlight splashed in through the open window. Illian Dain yawned and stretched, breathing in the sharp, cold fragrance of the mountains. Beside him in the small bed, his wife Bela stirred and began to rouse herself, their two sons Samuel and Gladstan still sleeping on the floor. On the first day of their journey to the great city in the clouds, the Dain family had traveled by coach through the steep mountain foothills and into the Hai Mahlner, land of the mountain men. Behind were the...
(Authors: This is set to private, but if you would like to write for this story feel free to message me. There are plenty of other adventures, missions and exploits to be had. All characters are 18 years of age or older.) Sunken far below the depths of the surface, a devious monastic order of female changelings makes their home and thrives: The Sisterhood of the Broken Mask. They number almost a hundred strong, with two dozen mindless thralls and a horde of bloodthirsty monsters to protect them...
Saturday, July 8, 2018 Caleb and Kaitlyn were twins. They’d turned 16 years old in March. Caleb was born 9 minutes earlier, and Kaitlyn reluctantly accepted being the younger sister. She liked being Caleb’s little sister sometimes. “I can’t believe you found these. I can’t believe Daddy even has these.” She held up a pair of VHS tapes. “ ‘Cocksure Housewives, and ‘Everything Sue Wanted to Know About Sex’? Really?” She laughed, huskily, appalled and delighted. “Ew, Caleb! Ew-ew-ew!” Caleb...
Jennifer’s new underwear made her feel sexy and confident. It was almost a shame that she would be expected to remove them before long. She could barely stand the mixture of anxiety and anticipation as the elevator rushed her to the twentieth floor. It had been exactly a week since her last visit to the grand hotel in Boston’s Back Bay. She arrived that evening as a naïve coed and left as an expensive call girl. Jennifer had experienced a thorough fucking by an epically endowed male...
The k**s were screaming, and my wife was out back, smoking another cigarette. Sometimes I can't wait to get out of the house, even if it means spending more time with Shelley, who's been growing meaner and colder as we age. It was going to be about ten more minutes until our new babysitter came by. The last one went to college last week—we'd used her ever since our oldest was born about six years ago. The old girl was so sweet, and was going off to study educational psychology. She was great...
It was mid summer and I was working half days at the bugger joint, one of our regular customers, that was a college student, came in as I was clocking out. I served him and went to clock out, as I exited the side he pulled up in his car and asked if I was heading home. He looked at me and smiled and said '...let me drop you off, I've something to ask you any way...' thinking nothing of it I decided to accept the ride home. He introduced himself by saying '...my name is Luther, and keep your...
Small and tricky Laney Grey loves playing tricks on our stud when he is supposed to be keeping an eye on her. But this time, she goes too far. She sneaks up on him and scares him, leading him to teach her a deeply penetrating lesson. The only way he will keep quiet about her misbehavior is if she opens her wet mouth and gives him a loving blowjob. Laney sucks on his boner and then bends over to let him plow her tiny snatch aggressively. Then, she rides his pole into orgasmic euphoria. Do you...
xmoviesforyouI drove in my Lambo to my multi million dollar apartment and walked in the door."Where the fuck have you been?" My Mistress growled "Your late" "Sorry Mistress I …" "On your knees and face the floor when you speak to me!" I dropped to the floor . She walked behind me holding her cane. Swish it landed on my thighs. "Oww. Yes Mistress may I have another?" "Pull your trousers down slave. " I undid my belt and unzipped my trousers. SWISH! "Oww Fuck. Please may I have another" still on my knees...