Claudias Partyabend
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Saturday morning was an exact repeat of Friday’s. Claudia surprised Dan with the morning paper and he was naked from the waist up, fresh from his shower. She wore different shorts and a nice low-cut top. You could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife as she waited for him to dress from his shower. They enjoyed another great blueberry breakfast served by Aunt Katherine. She pumped them both for information trying to get all the juicy details about the night before. Neither one would give Katherine her answer, after all, they didn’t make love.
“What do you usually do on a Saturday?” He asked, glancing at her cleavage.
“Shopping and laundry. I know that sounds so exciting,” she sighed. “Plus today is the one Saturday I volunteer an afternoon a month at the hospital.”
“I’ll go shopping with you, if you like, then I should do some work on my book. For some reason I’ve been a little distracted the past few days,” he smiled.
“I’d like that.”
Dan enjoyed the simple act of grocery shopping with Claudia. When he was married to Connie, they couldn’t go anywhere without her being recognized and hounded for a picture or autograph. Dan wasn’t jealous, he had his own writer’s fame. He just yearned to have a somewhat normal life.
Dan pushed the shopping cart as Claudia picked out food items she needed. It didn’t take long for whispering and finger-pointing to begin from the town’s busybodies. Who was this handsome stranger with her?
Stopping in the fruit and vegetable section, “I don’t need much in groceries with just myself to feed. A lot of the times, I’ll eat at Aunt Katherine’s when she doesn’t have guests staying. I could buy more food if you’d come to my place for supper tomorrow night?” She offered.
“A candlelit supper for two, that’s very romantic. I’d love to Claudia,” Dan smiled.
“I’ll make my one pot wonder. It’s simple to prepare but tastes so good!”
“I bet it does. I’ve got the impression you’re great at anything you do. I’ll bring the wine,” he added. He touched her hand on the shopping cart and stole a quick kiss. She returned the kiss with affection.
Dan helped Claudia pick out what she needed in groceries. He disappeared to the next aisle when she had company. Her two best friends, Kim and Tracy, stopped her in the frozen food aisle to chat. Dan was picking out a breakfast cereal in the next aisle for her and he returned with a box in each hand.
“I didn’t know if you wanted the store brand or commercial brand kind of cereal,” he commented, his eyes looking at each box. The women gazed wide-eyed at Dan as he questioned Claudia.
“No name will be fine thank you,” she smiled, and he returned the unwanted box without noticing either girl.
“What a great looking stud! Where did you find him, Claudia?” Kim exclaimed, gazing at Dan’s ass as he turned the aisle corner.
“I met him Thursday. He’s a great guy, nice personality too. He’s staying at Aunt Katherine’s until his SUV is fixed.”
“You lucky bitch, I’m so jealous,” Tracy added.
“I sure wouldn’t kick him out of my bed for eating crackers ... or my pussy!” Kim quipped, and they laughed.
“Have you and him, you know ... fucked yet?” Kim asked directly.
“Is that all you ever have on your mind, is sex?”
“You bet it is!” She smiled.
“I’m sure we would have fucked last night, but I backed out,” Claudia confided.
“Are you fucking nuts?” Kim questioned. “I’d fuck him in a minute!”
“Last night at the movies, he did give me the best finger fucking of my life!”
“You let him finger your pussy right in the movie theatre?” Tracy exclaimed.
“I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs when he made me cum, it felt so great!”
“He sure beats the guys that live around here,” Tracy sighed.
“That true for certain, though, there is something I’m not quite sure about him and in a bad way too,” she pondered.
Claudia still wondered if Dan is the one who beat and robbed the old woman from Lockport. He might be hiding in plain sight to fool the Police until he can drive his SUV again and escape.
Dan walked around the aisle corner towards Claudia, spotting two women standing on either side of her. Kim and Tracy straightened up seeing this sexy stranger approaching. They gave their tank tops a tug town to show more cleavage and smiled. Dan’s eyes glanced them over. They each wore a white mini shirt showing off nicely shaped legs. He felt their eyes examining him from head to toe. All three were mentally stripping Dan naked.
“Dan Davenport, these are my best friends, Kim and Tracy,” Claudia introduced.
“Hello ladies,” Dan smiled, offering his right hand to each.
He quickly gazed over each one appreciating their mid-thirties beauty. Each shook his hand in return smiling and offering a, “Hello Dan,” in reply. Dan figured both girls were about five foot four and around 130 pounds.
Kim was a light brown brunette with lighter blonde streaks in her hair. She had brown eyes and a cute button nose. Tracy had slightly darker hair with matching streaks and blue eyes.
Being greatly stirred,I turn to where I heardThat whisper in the night;And there a breath of lightShines like a silver star. - Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided her to the middle of the third row; a prime position which gave her an excellent view of the concert stage. The night was warm and still and fragrant with the scents of the countless flowers...
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What art thou… that fearest not the sea? – Moschus of Syracuse, Europa. The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names, in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler, in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the Sicily of classical antiquity he went by a more primordial name, Zeus. As Zeus Brontios, The Thunderer, he assumed his most terrible aspect. Claudia swiftly understood how the ancients had come to revere the name...
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Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews? – Tennyson, Adeline. Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a sea more tranquil than any she had yet seen. It was a calm day and the cool of the night still lingered in the airy room. Her Sicilian summer wore on and with each passing day she...
Being greatly stirred, I turn to where I heard That whisper in the night, And there a breath of light Shines like a silver star. – Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided her to the middle of the third row, a prime position which gave her an excellent view of the concert stage. The night was warm and still and fragrant with the scents of the countless...
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xmoviesforyou"Licorice!" I yelled. "Lick! Where are you?" He wasn't in the backyard, but I found the gate open. "Lick!" I yelled some more. "Licorice! This isn't funny!" He wasn't in the front yard either and we didn't even have a fence there. "Tiffany..." Mom stood in the open front door. "Dinner's on the table. Come inside now." "I can't find Licorice," I told her and then yelled again. "Lick! Licorice!" "I'm sure he'll be back," she said, but that didn't make me feel...
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It's Saturday afternoon, mom and I are doing the laundry and talking about how much fun she had with George last night. Mom told me about the bar they went to, with the rooms in the back. She told me about room 4, and how there were mirrors everywhere. She told me how she had begged George for him to fuck her while standing up. Mom was shocked that he tied her hands and had his way with her. I laughed and said that she needed it. It's fun to have a man tie you up and tease and cherish...
John was walking home from his office in Oaksville, a small Washington town in the hills. Not much went on there. He’d had a pretty boring day, and was looking forward to kicking back with a beer and watching some football. The sky was overcast and he hadn’t brought his jacket. The first big spots of rain appeared on the pavement, then thicker and faster until it was pouring down. His shirt was soaking through. “It’ll clear in a few minutes” he thought. The public library was 50 yards away, and...