I must have had a perpetual hard-on, because I found my hands in my pants when another orgasm woke me up in a sweat. Too restless to sleep, I figured I might as well drive. I popped a piece of spearmint gum into my mouth, hopped out of the cab, and headed into my favorite roadside diner. I nodded a greeting to the heavily made up platinum blonde at the counter.
“Sam, what the hell you doing back here so soon, honey?” Sylvia, my favorite waitress, asked. She acted surprised as she righted the cup and saucer in front of me.
“Hi, Syl. Just doing another run.” She poured my coffee before I sat down. “What’ve you got that’s good?”
“Today's special. Go on back and shower first. Use the employee washroom. It’s cleaner than the public one”
“Yeah?
“Why not? You’re a regular. The boss won’t mind, and besides, he ain’t here.” Syl winked. She’d known me for years from when she’d worked at the diner with Gwen.
“Okay then. Wouldn’t mind a private shower.”
It felt great to step out of my boots and jeans and decompress under the hot spray. I hadn’t realized just how tightly wound up I’d become. I wasn’t under water five minutes when I heard the door open. “Syl? Is that you?”
“The next thing I knew, I wasn’t alone, and some naked redhead slicked her hands all over the front of my body.
“Who are you?”
“Ginger Snap.” She flicked her wet fingers and a droplet flew in my eye. I blinked and almost expected her to be gone, but when I opened them, she was still there.
“You can call me Gwen, if you want.”
“No, I’m…I can’t.” I pushed her away and accidentally brushed her large pale pink nipples. Ginger’s sizable breasts made her waist look even tinier. A thin strip of red hair peeked out from between her thighs.
“Why don’t I help you wash so we can go have breakfast in your truck?” she purred while teasing me with her trimmed, brightly painted fingernails. She was tempting, but I had to be good for my girl.
“No thanks. I already ate,” I lied.
Ginger Snap went for my tits and I pushed her away harder than I intended.
“You like it rough?” She licked her lips and threw her head back, exposing her neck. “Gwen told me you were an animal.”
“What?”
“Gwen sent me to surprise you.”
Shock and arousal threatened to land me on the floor. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“She said to call you Beaufort and tell you that Lucretia Belle loves you mucho. Now, do you want your anniversary present or what?”
I was so confused that this time when Ginger pulled me closer, I was too slow to fight her. She went to work soaping me up between my legs, and Jesus, I was so turned on. Gwen –Ginger separated my folds with her fingers and rinsed off the lather with the handheld nozzle.
I couldn’t help myself; my clit jumped. “Don’t stop.”
She bit my nipple, and I sucked in my breath. Her fingers were soon swallowed up deep inside, with only her thumb left to fondle my need. Ginger’s fingers fucked me, but I imagined it was Gwen taking me all the way. Goose bumps traveled the length of my body, starting with my puckered nipples, and I came like a bandit.
“Oh, God. What did I just do?” The guilt punched me in the gut and I leapt out of the shower.
“You came.”
“Yeah, and now I have to go. See ya.” I grabbed a towel that barely covered my body.
“Let me help you get dressed.”
“No! I got it.”
I don’t remember the last time I dressed that quickly, but I was out of there and running past Sylvia without so much as a good-bye. I got to my truck all cold, lonely, and miserable.
“My keys? Where the fuck are they?” I dumped the contents of my backpack onto the pavement. Grabbing the key ring, I shoved my stuff back into my bag and hopped into the cab. I rested my head on the steering wheel, unable to move and certainly not thinking about my delivery schedule.
“What’s the matter, Beaufort?”
I turned toward the voice and Gwen’s lovely head poked through the partition.
“Happy anniversary, Sweetie.”
“Oh, Gwen, babe, I...”
“Didn’t you like Ginger?”
“Yes. No. What are you doing here?”
“I have the second part of your surprise. Ginger was just to get you warmed up. Was she as good as the dream you described to me? I wanted her to be.”
“I cheated on you.”
“Shhh, your fantasy is about to come true.” Gwen pulled me closer and bit my lower lip, drawing me to her for a mind-blowing kiss.
I couldn’t imagine anything better than having her there in my cab until she revealed the rest of her body, clad in a leather bra minus the cups and a thong minus the panty. I had no idea what they called those things, but I grinned from ear to ear like a damn fool. I pulled her to me by her beautiful bare behind and ravished every bit of her skin with my lips, teeth, and tongue. “Oh, God, you shaped your pubes in a heart…just for me. You’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?” I buried my nose in her crotch and laughed.
“There’s more.”
Just then, Ginger poked her head out from the back, sporting a matching leather outfit and a big thick dick. She snapped her fingers, and I did a double take when a Shania Twain clone appeared in a sheer teddy and high heels.
“You always said you wanted a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette all at the same time,” Gwen said. “I was going to dye my hair all three shades, but thought you’d get more of a kick out of this.”
I had three incredibly sexy femmes with nothing else to do but please me. Was this for real? I had a second’s worry about messing up the sleeper when Ginger poured caramel syrup onto Gwen’s breasts, butt, and inner thighs while the brunette lathered me up in dark chocolate, Gwen’s favorite, but this was too appetizing to pass up. I loved caramel and went right for my favorite breasts. After all, I’d make sure nothing dripped anywhere except my mouth.
“Ooh, yeah.” Gwen moaned as I licked the syrup right off her molten flesh. She took a taste of my chocolate and lost herself licking me clean. I loved it.
Ginger spooned me and nibbled on the back of my neck. I dipped my fingers into Gwen’s pussy, mixed her juices with some caramel, and tasted it before sharing the treat. While she licked my fingers, Ginger and the brunette untangled themselves from us and started making out like they had done that dance before. Gwen nestled her naked ass neatly in my lap as we watched Ginger fuck her friend. Each time the dildo pounded the brunette’s pussy, it may as well have been mine. I played with Gwen’s clit and she pulled at my hair and dragged my mouth to the space between her neck and shoulder. I gave her a hickey for old time’s sake, as if we were teenagers sharing our first kiss. Thirty blissful years went before my eyes in a flash.
“I love you,” I whispered, teasing her opening.
“Me too. Oh, Sam.”
I slid my fingers in and appreciated the tight squeeze. I shifted Gwen onto her back so I could fuck her properly while next to her, the brunette’s breasts bounced wildly and her tight stomach muscles rippled every time Ginger drove the dick in harder. I resumed my position between Gwen’s thighs and found my favorite spot ripe and ready. I sucked on her clit until she cried out my given name. Then I rewarded the glorious sound by gently biting her needy nub until her nails dug into the flesh along my spine and I had her begging for mercy. She had me panting to take her all the way, but instead I gently bit and sucked at her slick silk. Not to be mean, but totally absorbed in my delightful task, I licked every inch of her sex. The brunette carried on like she was about to come, and Ginger fucked her harder.
“Ohgodohgod, stop teasing, ooh.” Gwen screamed louder, and the brunette joined in. The chorus fueled me and the excitement became too much to bear. I tongued Gwen’s clit the way I knew would make her come – long, hard, and fierce. I wanted it to be as perfect as her present was
for me.
“Oh, Sam, baby, oooh, yeah.” Gwen shuddered and bucked under my face, but I didn’t quit until I was sure I got every last drop.
Looking bleary-eyed like she’d just got off too, Ginger pulled out of the brunette, who was sprawled out totally wasted. I motioned for Ginger to take Gwen while I watched, but to my surprise, she put the harness on me. Then she quickly slapped on a fresh condom and slicked it with lube. I wasted no time thrusting into my very best girl in the whole wide world.
“I made wild, sweet love to Gwen for everything she was to me and then fucked her senseless for both of us. The base of the cock dug into my clit and I went along for a ride. With my baby beneath me, I claimed what was mine and forgot we had an audience, my ultimate fantasy, or so I once thought. Finally, I exploded all over Gwen and collapsed on top of her, every muscle in my body pleasantly exhausted. We never even noticed how or when Ginger and her friend let themselves out. Turned out Gwen was the only fantasy I ever needed, and I knew that it was the same for her.
“Do you really have to be away so much? I want us to be like this for always.” Gwen nuzzled my neck with her teeth.
“I was trying to save enough money to get us that trip to Australia you always talk about.”
“Oh, Sam, I don’t need a trip. All I need is you for all eternity.”
“You got me. Always and forever.” I sealed the deal with a kiss. It was the happiest anniversary ever, and lucky me, there were a lot more to come.
Nightcap
It’s a few nights before Christmas, and Alice is lonely and miserable. When she happens upon Bobby’s Bar and Grill, she has no idea what’s in store behind the festive decorations, but she gets more than a welcome diversion. And it’s all because of a particular woman and a bar.
The Christian Dior fragrance counter at Macy’s in Roosevelt Field Mall buzzed with holiday activity as last-minute shoppers grabbed up gift sets of eau de parfum. Alice was grateful that perfume was still popular for those who hadn’t a clue what to buy family and friends. She welcomed the overtime in this "Wonderland" filled with festive decorations, hoping the frenetic pace would keep her from wallowing in self-pity. Her singledom had prompted her to volunteer for the late shift these last few nights before Christmas. Having her hair pulled out by the roots, one at a time, would be better than going home to an empty apartment.
With the New Year approaching, she often prayed for peace on earth. This year she would be satisfied with peace of mind. Painful memories consumed her every waking moment and even monopolized her dreams. She longed to go to a secluded spot where her brain coasted on autopilot and her body went along for the ride, so she wouldn't have to think about Nancy. It had been one year, five months, four days and ten hours since Nancy dumped her for a flirtatious femme with a mansion in Great Neck and a summer home in the Hamptons. Sure. Nancy would have bright days and sterling nights, but would the sun ever shine in Alice’s life again?
The holiday season had always been great fun for Alice. For seven years, she and Nancy had trimmed the tree with all their handmade and special store-bought ornaments. They’d baked tree-shaped cream cheese cookies and stealthily hid presents from each other—a challenging task in their tiny one-bedroom basement apartment in Bayside.
Alice sighed at how happy they, or apparently she alone, had been. Instead, she tried to concentrate on the customers. Fortunately, she had enough to keep her busy, but the night flew and her shift was over in a flash.
At 10:50 p.m., another evening faded away as Macy’s was about to close shop for the night. It would be awhile before she counted her receipts and was ready to leave. As the crowd dispersed through the exits, the store grew quieter and the overhead public address system invaded her thoughts. Christmas in America brought tears to her eyes. Ordinarily, she would have sung along to any Melissa Etheridge song while she cleaned up, but tonight the words cut her to the core. It didn’t matter that the lyrics were about missing your loved one at war in Iraq; Alice couldn't help but identify with the loneliness it expressed.
Nancy was never coming home.
Alice blew her nose into a tissue saturated with the scent of perfume and sneezed. It was a messy one, just like her life. Several tissues later, the telltale signs of misery were visibly erased although internal angst stood constant vigil. She meticulously scrubbed the counters with a rag doused in cleaning fluid. If only she could erase her sense of loss the way she wiped away fingerprint smudges from the glass. When there wasn’t a speck of dirt left anywhere in sight, she thumbed through the clear plastic bag for her car keys, punched the time clock, and left the store.
A blast of frigid air assaulted her lungs, which overpowered some, but not all, of the hurt in her heart. She flipped up the faux fur collar of her wool coat then wrapped the belt around her now trim waist due to the unplanned weight loss her depression had caused. The strap formed concentric circles with the extra length.
As she made her way to her car, giant snowflakes began to fall from a starless sky. They caught the light from the street lamps and formed lovely patterns that twinkled brilliantly as nature’s artwork fluttered silently to the ground. How could she be this miserable on such a pretty night?
The once-filled parking lot was as empty as she felt and equally deserted.
For chrissakes Alice, get over it! She stopped abruptly and looked up towards the heavens, ignoring the crystals that littered her eyelashes before they turned to tears. She stuck out her tongue for some semblance of pleasure as the snow melted in her mouth. The sky might be filled with flakes, but one thing was clear; it was time to put Nancy on the clearance rack to make room for new merchandise. It was time she started fresh in honor of the New Year.
Alice had to force the frozen vehicle open. Finally, she stepped into her car. Her trusty, but somewhat stubborn, Dodge Dart felt more like an icebox. She shivered as she revved up the engine and turned on the wipers. Due to high winds, patches of ice, and a temperamental engine, Alice drove slowly. The odometer barely registered over ten miles per hour, which was okay because she wasn’t in a rush.
Old Country Road was brighter than usual from the snow reflecting the glow of the street lamps, but the intense holiday lights on Bobby's Bar and Grill caught her eye. She had passed the corner bar regularly on her way home but hadn't given it a second thought. Alice was not one for going out solo. But it sure beat sitting home all by herself.
Finding a parking spot was easy as most people were probably at home wrapping presents. Sadness nudged her as she remembered that she had no presents to wrap this year for that special someone. She pushed the thought aside, sick to death of dwelling, and braced herself as she left the car. She walked up to the entrance on a previously shoveled path that led to what she hoped would be a diversion.
A grapevine wreath, festooned with pinecones and a huge red bow, hung on the door. Alice entered and welcomed the rush of warm air on her face. The spicy aroma of Buffalo wings, fried onions, and beer assaulted her senses. Her stomach growled; she didn’t remember taking a dinner break.
She brushed the snow from her hair and hung her coat on one of the hooks by the door before having a quick look around. It was a typical bar with booths, tables, and a tiny dance floor. Celine Dion’s, My Heart Will Go On, played on the jukebox. Damn it. Tears sprang to her eyes for the third time that evening. Her obsession with gloom was seriously bordering on pathetic. She and Nancy had made vows of eternal love while sobbing after the movie Titanic. Alice quickly whisked the tears and searched for a seat. This was getting ridiculous, and the sooner she moved on, the better.
Three men sat nursing their drinks. In one booth, a young couple held hands and gazed intently into each other's eyes. Two empty tables sat between the bar and the booths. It wasn’t a busy night, but the establishment was as festive on the inside as it was on the outside. The ambiance was cozy. Comforting even. She admired the Christmas tree over in the far corner. Garland and lights were tastefully done with what looked like m
uch thought and planning, as opposed to an uncaring employee hanging stuff up any which way. Alice appreciated the time and care someone had taken. Her spirits lifted in comparison to her stark apartment. There was an electric Menorah for Chanukah and even a Kinara for Kwanzaa. The owner had obviously thought of everyone. Nice touch.
Alice chose the corner table, scraping the chair on the hardwood floor as she settled in for the night. She placed her hands over the candle to warm them. It felt great. She glanced over at the liquor bottle line up to decide what to drink. The bartender had to be a bodybuilder from the looks of his strong arms poking out of the tight black T-shirt that sported the bar's logo. He held her interest for less than half a second before her gaze suddenly swerved elsewhere. Alice's heart did a little jig when she spotted the waitress making her way toward the young couple.
Although not a classic beauty, she was very attractive and very hot; her contoured torso encased in a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows defined her fine form. The top few buttons were open, revealing the swell of ample breasts and just a hint of cleavage as she leaned down to place the plates on the table. Confidence had to be her middle name. This woman moved liked she owned the place and possibly half of Long Island too. She held her head high, forcing her broad shoulders back with purpose and determination. Or was that pride? And yet, the dark tresses that fell to her shoulders were wind-blown and carefree. Her bangs were a tease as strands loosely covered one eye when she wasn’t tossing them about.
With ease she balanced two overflowing plates of food on one arm and a basket of onion rings in the other as if she’d been doing it since she was a kid. Mesmerized by the innocent, yet seductive scene of watching this delectable beauty keep her hair at bay, Alice had her pegged in seconds just from the butch swagger that immediately gave her away. The air surrounding her radiated a heat of some sort. Maybe it shouted, don’t touch me, or you’ll get burned. Again. Or maybe, it was a dare? Whatever it was, Alice at once felt like she was on a mission. She was even up for the task. This time, her inward smile reached her eyes and possibly healed a tiny piece of her heart.
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