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I picked up the books in one hand and turned around too quickly, driving the back of my right hand deep into the bounteous breasts of the blonde who had been standing too close behind me. She gasped as I jerked back and spilled my books onto the floor. She smiled as I took a step back and knelt to pick them up and put them in my backpack.?Sorry, sorry, didn?t mean to grope you, sorry??She grinned at my blush and said with a glint in her eye as she looked down at me, ?Far be it from me to look down on the joy of reading.?I straightened up and matched her bantering tone, ?Please forgive me. That was unforgivably clumsy.?With a smile she returned my serve, ?I assure you, there?s nothing to forgive, kind sir. Far too few of the young read such delightful works.??Please allow me to buy you a cup of coffee to apologize for my clumsiness.??Only if you buy me a glass of wine afterwards.??I would be honored.? Her hair shone brightly, lighter than the tan adobe wall behind her cutting sharply into the deep blue sky almost as bright as her own blue eyes.After the introductions and chit-chat, she replied to my last apology, ?Really, it was my fault. I had to see what you were buying.? She smiled as I reached down to my backpack and lifted them out for her to read the spines. ?Hardy, I love his poetry more than his novels.? She leaned over and tapped the next one down, ?Butler, funny, clever.? Then the third, ?H.D., good for you!??I just walked in the store and there they were.??So much better than what I have to teach. I do get sick of fourth graders after a semester. There?s only so much you can say about Captain Underpants.?We chuckled and I retorted, ?He?s profound, really. The eternal struggle between lightness and dark, the glory of victory and the agony of defeat, the?oh?never-ending struggle against the torture of chafing in the summer??We laughed and as we sipped our coffee I noticed her nipples were fully erect, poking up and out against her bright blue summer dress, vying for my attention with the cleavage behind the deep V-cut of the neck. I looked up to see her watching me with an obscure smile, and I glanced away and then back as she pursed her lips and leaned forward, cleavage even more to the fore. ?The good thing about fourth graders is they haven?t hit puberty, thank the Lord. I?d hate to teach high school. They?d never look me in the eye.? I coughed as she chuckled, lifted her mug, and took another sip. ?I prefer a more age-appropriate audience.?I held her eyes as she stared into mine, and then she leisurely looked away. ?So where did you start reading such good books???Had a good teacher in high school.?She chuckled and said, ?Hope you looked her in the eye.??Actually, he was butt-ugly, but he was a damn fine teacher.?We laughed and she asked, ?So who was he???Dawson. Know him???Yes, actually, slightly. He retired a year after I started at my current school. Met him at in-service a few times. But you liked reading before then, right???Nope. Just a task I had to do. Enjoyed some of the stuff I read, but I wasn?t in love with it, you know.??Then you had lousy teachers who weren?t doing their job right.??Lot of that going around these days.?We laughed and she asked, ?And what about you? Are you a good claims adjuster???Yes.??You mean for a young?un, right???My first year I was, yes. Now I?m a good adjuster, period.??Do you work for a company???I started out in one, but I started as an independent when it went under.?She looked at me with what I was surprised to realize was admiration and said, ?That must have been hard.?I shrugged, ?I suppose, but it felt damn good too.?Her obvious interest fed mine, and for the next hour and a half we talked happily about things that ordinarily would not have interested me; with her they did. Her eyes danced as we talked, and even her breasts interested me less.When we were fully caffeinated, she said, ?I seem to remember a promise???I never break them...?She smiled, and I went to pay as she freshened up. As I was on foot, I thought about the best place to go. When she returned, she took my arm and asked, ?Where are we going???Philippe?s.?She smiled meaningfully and said, ?The place on the other side of the park???The one and the same.??We think alike, you and I.?As we strolled through the little shopping center with cushy store fronts and comfy atmosphere, I looked at her in the sunlight and was amazed at myself; it was the first time lines at the corners of eyes and lips and a little sag from many more years of gravity than I had seen didn?t bother me. Indeed, as part of her they attracted me, as much as her shining blue eyes, smiling mouth, and bahis siteleri manner, flickering from bantering to serious to funny without misstep. Our talk was inconsequential and delightful, and as if we had agreed explicitly, we walked all the way to the other end of the storefronts before turning toward the park, almost doubling back for two blocks through parking lots and then the grassy edge of the park until we hit the path we needed.As we walked side by side, I frequently glanced over and three inches or so down at her, each time finding her already glancing at me. Even though I had no trouble talking, I was baffled inside, wondering whether I should make a play for her and what I should do if I did. We passed through the playground areas and grassy stretches into the woods and soon came to a branching in the paths. Without hesitation, she tacitly made the choice I meant to suggest and kept on along the longest path, which curved around to a ford across the creek to add perhaps an extra mile and a half to the walk to Philippe?s.As we walked, conversation flagged; in compensation I was preternaturally aware of every sway and curve of her body and every whish and fold of her dress. Along the path we passed smaller paths giving access to secluded areas amid rocks and trees, and she glanced at me in seeming calculation a few times. When we reached near the mid-point of the path, she pulled off to the left onto a small path into the trees; she let go of my arm and walked ahead of me. She looked at me over her right shoulder and said, ?Let me show you something.?My anticipation built, as I?d been that way before and knew what little there was to see. The little opening between the trees snaked this way and that for about 30 yards to debouche into a small puddle of sunlight fronting a large rock. We stood in the middle for a few seconds; she looked around and then walked over to a large tree bending back into the woods. I looked at her and closed my eyes for a second to hear the branches around us in a light breeze and, far off, a vague murmur of the creek over rocks, nothing else. She was watching me when I opened my eyes, her pale skin and blue dress and flaxen hair dappled in swaying patches of sunlight. I breathed in deeply and slowly let it out as I walked two yards to stand beside her.She looked squarely up at me, and as I screwed up my courage to kiss her, she half-closed her eyes and tilted her head in invitation. When our lips touched, a tremor passed through her and she put her arms around my chest as sucked my tongue deep into her mouth; as she melted while taking me into her arms, her left hand caressed the back of my neck and then rose to hold the back of my head. She kissed deeply and gluttonously, her tongue thrusting into my mouth for a second and then circling my tongue as it gave pursuit. Soon her hand held my head in place as she probed my mouth more deeply, her tongue circling deep within as her other hand explored my body freely. I allowed my own hands to caress her from her hips to her shoulders and down her spine to her waist and ass; she merely reached down to cup my own and then gripped my hip as she pushed her pelvis against me.I withstood her circling hips against me for a few eternal seconds, and then I pushed my erection hard against her belly. She pulled her head away long enough to whisper, ?Yes, let yourself go,? and pushed her hips even harder against me. I felt as if I were drowning in her arms, her body vividly alive against me, and she kissed down my jaw to my neck and sucked at the join with the neck as her hand reached between us and grasped my cock firmly. Her crotch pressed against my thigh as she pushed her right leg between mine, and in turn I slid my right hand around her hip to feel her clothed mount under my fingers. She hissed in pleasure against my neck and stroked my firmly in my slacks as I pressed hard against her and inched deeper between her thighs. She unzipped me as I lifted her dress with my fingers, scrunching it up to her waist, and then reached up to pull down the waist of her panties.Her hairs were flaxen-soft and thick but well-trimmed, and further down her cleft was drenched and soft like a sponge. Instead of letting me explore her, she thrust forward to impale herself on my fingers. She pulled my head down to let her suck again on my mouth, and with her other hand she gripped me firmly, flesh swollen in her hand, and stroked me in rhythm with the ravenous squishing of her pussy. Her expert hand had me breathless as I tried to stave off an explosion, and after a minute of riding my hand, she leaned back against the tree and canlı bahis siteleri tilted her hips as she placed her lower lips four-square in line with my cock and whispered, ?Don?t waste it.?She used my cock as a handle to pull me forward, upward, and inward as I bent my knees to meet her height, and once my head had entered, she raised her right knee to my side and thrust forward to imbed me fully inside her belly, hot and wet and welcoming. She squealed as if in pain and immediately fucked furiously against me, staring up at me as she thrust fore and aft. I supported myself against the tree with my right hand while cupping her ass with my left as she held tight to my body.Apart from our muffled sounds, there was only a murmur of breezes in the leaves. For a few minutes her blue eyes watched me smilingly as her upper torso seemed almost calm despite the vigor of our motions below the waist. Her lips were slightly open and speckles of sun flecked her skin and her hair in the shade, and as her passion rose, her eyes narrowed until suddenly her chin titled up and her body went taut except for the rapid pulsing around my cock. I had managed to hold off well until then, but with the beginning of her climax I lost control and thrust wildly into her. I lasted about eight thrusts before my loins contracted, my first spewings deep inside her coinciding with the last contractions inside her belly.Her body held me firmly in peace as it had held firm beneath my storm, and once we had recovered our senses she lowered her thigh from my side and put her foot on the ground; as she stopped supporting herself with me, I shifted my weight from my hands back to my feet. Amazed at the passion she had shown, so much greater than any other woman had shown me, I was astonished to see her continued desire for me. As we both came fully to our feet, she watched me with frank admiration, or so it seemed, as she resettled her panties and lowered and smoothed out her lower hem as I zipped up and put my backpack back on. After picking up her purse, she turned and winked over her shoulder, ?Brush me off.? After brushing off the odd flake of tree bark, I continued caressing her back. She turned around beaming and blew me a kiss and a wink. ?We should have a glass of wine before the main course.?She walked ahead of me back to the path and then took my hand as we walked quickly to Philippe?s. I was exhausted and on edge at the same time, drained yet refilling quickly, and in silence I looked at her repeatedly to see her smiling at me each time. At Philippe?s, she led me to a table and ordered a glass for each of us, and after the waiter left said, ?That was a good start.? I nodded and she appraised me, head titled slightly. ?A start to what, I wonder.?I looked her firmly in the eye and replied, ?I?m eager to find out myself.??Did you like where I led you?? I nodded.She smiled, relief evident, and a second later our waiter served us. After he left, we raised our glasses and she sipped as I watched her happily. She set the glass down and leaned in to me. I took a sip and leaned in as well. She watched me, waiting as I thought quickly how to phrase it, and I said, ?You lead, I?ll follow.? I paused and added, ?So far, I hope it?s a long trip.?She blinked once and smiled, ?We shall see.?We talked little, though warmly and of nothing significant, afraid perhaps of dispelling a spell, and when we had settled up and left, she walked with me quietly for a minute and then looked around and said, ?I was on foot today.??I walked too.?She nodded, ?So we?re close.?I considered and said, ?My place isn?t a palace, but it?s warm and clean.?She nodded again. ?I?d like to see it.??This way. Twenty minutes or so.??All day long I?ve been thinking how glad I am I wore my walking shoes.??All day???Well, since the bookstore.?We laughed and soon enough came to my house. ?It?s small,? I said as I ushered her in, ?but mine own little thing.? She led me around it as if taking possession and led me into my bedroom. She enveloped me in her arms and pulled me to her, and as I undressed her and then acquainted myself with her body, she came alive and hot under my caresses. Soon she was thrusting her hips against my hand as my fingers squished inside her, her breasts white with pink tips filling my eyes and mouth. She pulled away long enough to sit on the edge of my bed and beckoned to me. When I got close, she pulled me to her and reached down to guide me inside.She was if anything even hotter and wetter than in the park, thrusting up against me on the first stroke to bury me to the root inside her. Her neck was already starting to flush, the canlı bahis red spreading quickly to her face as I thrust wildly inside her. She met me stroke for stroke, more passionate and lust-drenched than any of my other lovers; she made no coy secret of her need for me but instead used me in hungry lust.Again her climax swept over her without warning, pushing me into a mutual climax as she squeezed down tight on me. I stabbed deep in her belly, staring down at her body dancing so vigorously under me that she almost pushed me off. Finally she collapsed in exhaustion and held me exhausted atop her. She kissed my neck and caressed my hair as I felt her breasts under my chest, her hips under mine, and my arms under hers as I lazily curled and uncurled my fingers in her hair.Finally I had enough energy to lift myself off her; we got under the covers. Suddenly I yelped and started as she cuddled up next to me. ?Damn, put on socks!??I?m an Irish girl. We?re always cold.??It?s?room temperature in this room. It?s the height of summer. How can your feet get so damn cold???It?s a gift.??How can that be a gift???Because it feels so good to get warm with you.?I melted at her smile and embraced her as we dozed. After fifteen minutes we woke and she looked at me quietly. ?We have all weekend???For a start.?She smiled. ?I have in-service next week. Eight hours a day in an empty shell with all my fellows.??I just want your evenings.??And nights???Please!?She giggled and sighed, ?You know, this isn?t my usual practice. A man just like that. It?s???Special, I hope??She nodded, ?And not a younger man. Not like that, not like you.??I?m old enough. That?s no matter.??I?m old enough myself?is that a matter???No. Just new. Different.?We lay there inspecting each other by sight and touch, and she finally asked, ?It doesn?t bother you.??No.??You can ask. Now. I?d have not allowed you before.??I guess, ten years???I saw your license as you paid. Thirteen.?I nodded. ?No matter.? I chuckled, ?Thirty-seven. I didn?t expect?think?it never would have occurred to me that I?d be with a hot thirty-seven-year-old until I was fifty-seven, you know.?She swatted me, ?Braggart. Delusional too. You wish.?She pushed me back and crouched above me as she stroked me. As I hardened, she watched, and merely smiled when I reached up to cup her mount. Soon my fingers were deep inside her as she circled her hips; as she climaxed, my first stream shot out of me all over my chest and belly, and despite her orgasmic bliss, or to prolong it, she continued staring at my shooting sperm.She collapsed next to me as she ran her fingertips placidly through my juice, and as she recovered she said, ?What will you fix me for dinner???Ordinarily a five-course meal, but you?ve worn me out. Just pizza, I?m afraid.?She chuckled, ?Extra meat on mine.??Haven?t you had enough yet??She laughed loudly and swatted me, ?Not even close.? We showered and ordered pizza, and over beer we talked for hours, then retired to my bedroom for two more bouts of lovemaking. She was eager and ready each time, both times riding me so I could, as she put it, recuperate for next time. We fell asleep a bit after sundown and woke up refreshed; she went into the kitchen to examine the possibilities of breakfast and insisted I take her from behind as she stared into my cabinet. Later we sat on the couch and talked for hours, and oddly, for I?d never been particularly interesting to women, she listened happily, her eyes twinkling at me over the rim of her coffee mug.At one point I asked, ?I just have to make sure. You aren?t married, right??She swatted me with a look of anger that seemed half in play, half in earnest, and said, ?No. NO.? After a pause, ?Not any more. Not for a long time. I?m not like him.??Good. It just seemed too good to be true. There has to be a catch somewhere.??I?m the catch! I?m good enough to be true. Why can?t it be just like it seems? I?m honest. Aren?t you?? I nodded. ?Take it as it comes then.??Take you as you come, you mean.?She swatted me, completely playfully this time, and said, ?You always do.?An hour later she asked, ?Why so many mysteries? And such old ones???For work, I guess, as much as anything. It?s like romances about my work.?She smiled, ?Everyone has a job to do, even the boy detective tracking down insurance cheats.?I laughed, ?Exactly. I suppose it?s utterly unliterary crud to you.??Nah, you can write fiction about anything. We all have our own outré tastes. I like bizarre pastoral poetry from centuries ago. Why not that?? She paused and added, ?But so old. Freeman? Rhode? Connington???Historical overview of the subject.? She laughed and I smiled, ?They?re what I like when it?s just a crime and its solution I want, as clever as it gets and never mind character development.?She laughed and said, ?I?ve seen your other books, so you?re allowed those as well.?