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Scott's Women - 7	
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

When you're lonely, miserable and the holidays are 
coming up fast on you, you gravitate to someone who is 
lonely and miserable too. Such is holiday cheer. (MF, 
rom)

***

PART 7: Laure a Desirable Woman 

I

I was lonely, miserable, tired, not feeling well and 
it was close to Christmas. It was early Saturday and I 
had finally for once finished my work well ahead of 
schedule. I do QA work whenever from home for Luthron 
Avionics & Aerospace. This particular Saturday was a 
miserable day all around, grey, overcast, cold as 
hell, threatening snow, which it does more threatening 
than snow around here; most of it winds up out east or 
in Kansas. I decided to get out of my self-imposed 
prison and go someplace, any place where I could 
forget my own misery.

I got in my old 4x4 Suburban and drove aimlessly 
across town ending up after a while at the large city 
park where there was a huge man-made lake to see what 
was happening. I parked in the parking lot surprised 
to see I was only one of three vehicles in the parking 
lot.

I sat staring at the nearly frozen lake and the flocks 
of ducks and geese wandering around looking for food. 
After a few minutes of self-indulged "...feeling sorry 
for myself" I got out and started walking along the 
lake shore. 

My mind turned in to a collage of images of girls and 
women I'd known over the years, especially the ones 
I'd known since settling down here: Jackie, Jessica, 
Connie, Rachael – my beautiful Rachael, even though 
she was married to someone else, stuck in a sexless 
marriage, we loved each other so much it ached for me 
to think about her; then Marla, a young girl not even 
fifteen, and Vickie, another young girl of fifteen: 
little Sweet hearts; god I enjoyed them. For a brief 
time it brought back memories of my teen years and 
high school.

I stopped for a moment to watch a man with his dog, 
the man was tossing sticks for the dog, the dog 
yapping as the man threw another stick for the dog to 
chase and bring back for him to toss again. Then I 
noticed her.

Sitting alone on a park bench close to the shore was a 
woman bundled in a dark coat and hat, head bent low. 
There was something familiar about the woman, someone 
I knew I should know and knew me well. I walked around 
a moment more before I was positive – don't screw up 
and mistake somebody especially a woman alone for 
someone you know – doesn't look good on first 
impressions. I knew her, Laure Baker. 

Laure Baker could easily be mistaken for a younger 
woman, or girl. She was nice. When I first met Laure 
several years before I swore she was in her late 
twenties to early thirty something. She was thirty 
something to forty; a desirable woman to say the 
least.

Beautiful; she had long dark hair, liquid brown bed 
room eyes, a smile that'd melt a man's cold heart; 
around five – six or so, a gorgeous figure that made 
some younger girls jealous; especially around work – 
and I know which ones.

Sucking it up, if she was the wrong person – oh well, 
all she could do is cuss me out, scream "POLICE!", run 
away, and I'd look like an idiot. Oh well, what else 
did I have to loose except my pride?

"Laure?"

I repeated her name again before she finally looked up 
to recognize me. She had been crying. She wiped her 
eyes with a well-used handkerchief before saying: 
"Scott?"

Good guess. "Hi, Laure." I walked over to her. I 
gestured to the bench: "May I?"

She sniffled allowing a faint smile, but probably 
wishing I'd get lost. I sat beside her quiet for a 
moment before asking: "All alone?"

Laure nodded her head twisting the handkerchief around 
in her hand. 

I ventured: "I thought you lived up in Evergreen?" The 
high end income end of town.

Laure looked up staring at the lake a minute. I don't 
suppose she really saw anything in particular before 
she said in a quiet melancholy voice: "I did."

Then Laure said in a miserable tone: "I suppose you 
heard the rumors around work lately?"

As I recalled in that instant my three sweet hearts 
the Oreo Sisters, two brunettes and a blonde, it was 
Teresa, one of the two brunettes who mentioned Laure's 
situation to me one day.

"Yes." There wasn't much I could say. The blonde, 
Jennifer of the trio told me in an aside that Laure's 
soon to be ex had found another woman, supposedly 
better than Laure and wanted a divorce. Guy got rocks 
for brains? There had been more than a few times I'd 
fantasized about Laure besides the other girls/single 
women I knew, but then the love I still had for Rachel 
would superimpose over Laure. Not exactly a winning 
struggle there.

I asked in a quiet tone: "Want to talk about it, 
Laure?"

I reached out to take her gloved hand to hold it as 
she struggled to say something. "He – he wants a 
divorce... he – he says he – found someone else..."

There wasn't much else I could say or even suggest. 
After a moment I asked: "Laure, there's a coffee shop 
over on Grand Avenue, want to go get something to 
drink and there's sandwiches?"

She nodded her head. "Thank you." We walked back to 
the parking lot; I took her to my "beast" of a truck. 
I opened the door; she hesitated as she looked from 
the height of the truck to me: Laure being five-six or 
seven if that and the truck sits a good thirty-six 
inches off the ground makes it hard for some people to 
get in. Without hesitation, I smiled grasping her 
about the waist I boosted her in. She gasped with 
surprise as she found herself inside eye level with 
me. I said: "Welcome to the beast."

Laure took a quick look around inside: "I'll say."

I know what she was thinking: I do this with all the 
women I have an affair with.

On the way over to the coffee and sandwich shop I 
managed to get Laure to open up about her situation. 
"He said he was tired of married life and wanted his 
freedom..."

As I listened to Laure talk, finally opening up I 
couldn't help but think the guy had to be nuts to want 
a divorce from a beautiful woman like this. Once the 
divorce was final, she'd get snatched up in a 
heartbeat. And I knew more than a few single guys her 
age around Luthron who'd want her. 

"Question, Laure," I said as I pulled in to the shop 
parking lot: "Did you confront him on what the problem 
is and why he wants to end the marriage?"

Laure stared straight ahead for a moment then replied: 
"Just tired he said."

I figured at that point: His loss would be someone 
else's gain. We arrived at the coffee shop which 
wasn't crowded with people. She opened the door as I 
got out; I saw her take a hesitant look at the ground. 
It was obvious with the so-called holidays coming up 
real quick she was on the verge of depression. Hello 
Mary and Carol, the company nurses for counseling. 

I walked around to help her out; she was light as I 
put my hands about her waist. She landed lightly on 
her feet, her lips inches from mine as she looked up 
at me a moment. She looked up at me with a weak smile 
and I took her by the hand leading her in to the 
warmth of the coffee shop and the aroma of fresh 
coffee and fresh breads. We stood at the counter a 
moment examining the menu.

I asked Laure what she wanted: "Tea and a ham sandwich 
on rye."

I told the girl behind the counter: "You're best lead 
weight." My lead weight coffee was legend around 
Luthron. "And roast beef sandwich – everything on it 
but the kitchen sink." 

Laure laughed at the comment, which was the first time 
that day she laughed as the young girl clerk looked at 
me with a puzzled frown: "Lead weight? 'Everything but 
the kitchen sink'?"

Then Laure said with a smirk: "Go ahead tell her what 
your idea of 'lead weight' is."

"Burnt thirty weight motor oil drained from the diesel 
engine pack of an M60A3 after a one hundred and ten 
mile road march."

Laure knew about my preference for strong coffee.

The girl looked from me, at this point totally 
disgusted to Laure for reassurance. "Huh?"

We finally made our order got our sandwiches and took 
a corner table,

I looked at Laure a second and said: "I thought you 
needed some cheering up."

"Poor girl is totally confused now." Laure gave me a 
genuine smile as she sipped her tea.
	
"Ah, gives her something to talk to her friends about: 
'Goofy customer wanted everything but the kitchen sink 
and lead weight coffee...'"

I munched on my sandwich then said to Laure: "Want 
talk about it? I mean, you look like you could use 
someone to ventilate your frustrations to."

Laure was silent for a moment sipping her tea and 
taking small bites of her sandwich. She was struggling 
within herself to talk about her troubles. Tears 
welled up in her eyes as she said: "He – he just 
walked out on me one day last week. Said he was 
leaving, he was tired of being shackled with marriage 
– and – and left."

I reached across the small table to take her small 
hand in mine. "Laure, I'm here for you. There's 
nothing to be afraid of."

"Thank you, Scott."

After we finished at the coffee shop we ended up 
driving around for a while, Laure talking: she needed 
someone to talk to at that moment, someone she knew 
who would be a confident and not spread rumors all 
over the place. Luthron could be a reality "General 
Hospital" with no problem.


II

I thought it would end there. I saw Laure a couple 
times around Luthron on my weekly trips in for 
meetings and to talk over the project with Jerry, my 
boss; visit a few people and as I walked past Laure's 
cubicle I'd tap on the top rail and wave to her. She'd 
be on the phone or doing something, lift her hand to 
wag her fingers at me. 

Then one Friday – a couple weeks after our meeting at 
the park, I stopped at Laure's cube, looked around to 
see if anyone noticed: where the trio, the Oreo 
Sisters came from I don't know but I got three 
manicured fingers poking me in the back as they walked 
past, I frowned at them, they giggled as I asked Laure 
in a very quiet voice: "Doing anything tonight?"

She shook her head, her long dark hair swishing back 
and forth: "No."

"Want to go out?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Any place in particular?"

Again she shook her head, her long dark hair swishing 
back and forth. It was a: surprise me move. I know 
where I wanted to take her – my favorite watering hole 
but I decided a lady should be taken out to a nice 
place – but then, like Rachel – she liked to slum a 
bit.

"My favorite watering hole?"

"Okay."
	
My favorite watering hole was a biker bar, combo 
sports bar, red neck bar but neither fit the 
description. I picked Laure up at six that evening in 
the Buick. She was surprised like so many other women 
and girl's I'd known over the years never knew I even 
owned a car, many were only familiar with my "white 
beast" a fully decked out 1978 4x4 GMC Suburban.
	
Laure was dressed in a dark pants suit, dark blue 
satin blouse with matching black vest and black pumps. 
I don't know what she expected; my gaze went from her 
long brown hair down her slender figure. I felt that 
familiar stirring as my gaze swept over her figure. I 
quickly cancelled my idea of the biker bar, later 
maybe and opted for a Mexican Cantina on the east side 
of town. This was my second watering hole.
	
"Like Mexican?" I asked as I led her down stairs to 
the car.

I don't know what came to her mind, maybe one of those 
fast food Mexican places. I quickly added: "Rosa's 
Cantina on the east side."

"Oh, yes, I've heard of that. Okay."

Whew.


III

Maria, Roberto's oldest daughter who was hostess, 
seated us at a distant secluded table she laid down 
the menus. As she walked away from the table she gave 
me a shy come on look if I wanted her. That had 
crossed my mind more than a couple times.

Laure was busy checking out the menu as I quickly made 
my choice. Another of Roberto's older children brought 
us drinks, took our orders and left. 
	
Laure and I small talked for a few minutes then 
Roberto and his buddies stepped on to the small band 
stand, a Mariachi Band. I looked across at Laure and 
said: "Dance?"

Laure blushed again: "I haven't danced since I was – 
first married."

"Now is as good a time as ever," I told her taking her 
by the hand leading her out to the dance floor.

There seemed to be a magic in the music Roberto was 
playing: Laure and I had the floor to ourselves as the 
others gathered around to cheer and watch. We provided 
the entertainment that night. She laughed and was 
enjoying herself as we moved around the floor. Roberto 
was enjoying himself as he stepped up the tempo. We 
danced two more tunes before our dinner arrived at the 
table.

I held the chair for her as she sat down. I said in a 
soft voice: "I thought you said you haven't danced 
since you were first married."

She said in a soft tone, her face pink from the 
exertion of the dancing: "I haven't. I guess it just 
comes back naturally."
	
Even after we ate, there was more music and 
entrainment before we finally left almost an hour and 
a half later. We had nowhere to go for a while, 
nothing to rush to, just the whole night. I drove 
around for a while then pulled in to an all-night 
coffee shop where we had coffee and a couple calorie 
busting donuts. She laughed as she ate and sipped at 
her coffee.

"Lead weight?" she asked gesturing to my coffee cup.
	
"Not bad," I replied. Then I asked with some 
hesitation: "Anxious to go home?"

I knew the apartment she had would give me 
claustrophobia. She shook her head.

"Want to go somewhere for a while?"

She shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head at the 
same time. We left the coffee shop and I headed out of 
town toward the flat lands as I referred to the area 
and the old ranch. I knew the area where I wanted to 
take her well enough I didn't need the truck. 

"What's back here?" she asked trepidation in her voice 
as I pulled up near a hay barn.

"The stars – no clouds in the sky – yet." I pulled on 
to the lee said of the barn. "And quiet."

Despite the heater and defroster in the car the 
windows began to fog up. 

I reached over to take Laure's hand in mine to hold it 
for a moment. Neither said anything as we stared ahead 
out the frosted windshield at the night. 

"A lot of times when I just want to be by myself, get 
away from the house I come out here just to think – or 
not think." I looked at Laure for a reaction. 

Laure lowered her eyes. "I'm still coming to grips 
with the fact he was not willing to work out the 
problems."

"Laure, you still have a life after that situation. 
You're beautiful and desirable. Just because he 
doesn't want to work out any problems doesn't bring 
life to a stop for you."

Tears were trickling down her face as she looked up at 
me with a smile. "Scott, you're sweet. I never heard 
anyone say that before."

I turned in the seat to face her. "I'm here for you 
whenever you need someone to talk to. I've had my 
share of problems too. And still do."

We leaned toward each other, hesitant in our first 
kiss; I put my arms around her shoulders. The kiss 
seemed to last forever before we parted.


VI

The following week was routine as usual. Thursday was 
our mandatory section meeting where everyone gathered 
in a conference room to hash over the project. I was 
walking past Laure's cube when a hand with a sticky 
note attached to it reached over the top rail. The 
fingers wagged at me to get my attention. I looked 
around to see if anyone noticed, especially the Oreo 
Sisters. If the company ever decided to include a 
gossip column in the monthly company newsletter, those 
three could dredge up enough dirt to write about to 
put a dredging company out of business.

I took the note, put my hand on hers and continued on 
to Jerry's office. I rounded the corner in the 
corridor, stopped to see what Laure wrote: CALL ME @ 
293-0249. I stuffed the note in my pocket and 
continued on.

It was after five that evening when I called her. 

"How about supper at my place tomorrow night?" she 
asked.

I definitely was not going to say no, I was tired of 
my own cooking again, and female companionship over 
ruled other options.

I showed up at Laure's apartment building at 6 pm 
promptly. I did not have to ring twice when the door 
opened a crack the safety chain giving her space to 
peer out.

"Scott, just a minute..." The door closed a rattling 
of the chain and the door opened.

I stopped short. Laure was dressed in a light blue 
dress with elbow length sleeves and low cut neck line 
that buttoned down the front with a cloth sash belt. I 
wanted to whistle.

"Come on in," she said as I stared at her. Laure 
blushed as I stepped in to the apartment. "I feel like 
a teen ager on her first date."

"Same here," I admitted.

"Here, let me take your jacket."

Soft music played in the background. 

I slipped the jacket off; Laure hung it in the hall 
closet then led me to a small dining table. I sat down 
then Laure began bringing the meat and other 
delicacies out from the kitchen. I didn't know what 
was more delightful, the meal or Laure. We ended up 
serving each other; Laure let me pop the cork on a 
bottle of wine. We tried to stay off the subject of 
work; despite what I saw when I was there once or 
twice a week was not every day.

Laure plied me with questions about me and me about 
her. We took our time eating and talking then I helped 
her with the dishes. The CD player was still playing 
softly in the background. I took Laure by the hand 
leading her to the center of the living room. Soon we 
were slow dancing around the living room. I held her 
glancing down the front of her dress at her cleavage 
and a glimpse of the black lace bra. Laure laid her 
head against my chest as we danced. After a moment she 
lifted her lips to mine kissing me.

"Thank you, Scott," she said softly.

Then to my surprise she slipped her hands up to grasp 
my head pulling my mouth down to hers to kiss me 
harder. I slid my hands down her sides to her slender 
waist and butt pulling her against my waist. She began 
to slowly move herself against me. I know she could 
feel my hard on: there was no hiding it from her. 

"Scott, don't be offended, but I need to be with 
someone tonight."

"Why should I feel offended?" I asked as we continued 
to shuffle around the room. "You're a beautiful and 
desirable woman, Laure."

The guy had to have rocks in his head to leave a woman 
like her. 

Laure reached up with her lips kissing my neck working 
up to my ears to nip the ear lobe. 

"This is what you wanted?" 

She nodded her head as she continued kissing me.

"You like this?"

She nodded her head again.
 
Laure put her head against my chest again. I guided 
her toward the sofa where I lowered her to the sofa 
kissing her then kissed her neck and chest. She softly 
sighed; I put a hand about her shoulders drawing her 
closer to me. I casually stroked her fine silken hair 
as we talked; Laure willingly letting me slide my hand 
along her side knowing what my next move would be: I 
moved my hand to the fine small firm breast cupping it 
with my hand. 

I drew her to me until our lips touched then I kissed 
her. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I slide 
mine in, our tongues playing a tango of love that we 
soon felt for each other that night.

I unfastened the small pearl buttons of her dress to 
her waist. The bodice fell open revealing a beautiful 
French cut Bali bra. I touched her breast with a 
finger drawing my finger down between her breasts. I 
slid his hand up to cup her breast, the sheer lace, 
feeling the full firmness as I massaged a nipple.

I moved a hand to the hem of the dress slowly 
gathering it up her legs to feel the wetness of her 
pussy seeping through the nylon of her little black 
panty. Laure spread her legs for me as I caressed her 
waist and hips then deftly slid my hand down in to her 
panty to feel the downy soft thatch of hair between 
her legs and the moistness of her seeping juices.

Laure moaned as we went at each other like two love 
sick teens wanting to have sex for the first time. I 
felt the nub of hard flesh that was her clit, 
caressing it making her groan into my mouth with the 
pleasure she felt. I slipped a finger into her pussy 
slowly working it back and forth against her clit 
until she pressed her mouth against mine to cry with 
the release of her juices.

"Scott... Oh, what are you doing? I – I have never..."

I pulled my finger out then lowered her to the pillows 
and then began gathering her dress to her hips and 
black panty was exposed for my pleasure. Her arms were 
back above her head in a sign of submissiveness. I 
grasped the lace waist band to pull the pantyhose off 
her tossing it to the floor. Laure watched with awe 
and wonder as I opened my pants freeing the length of 
my engorged cock. 

I paused for a mere few seconds then lowered myself 
onto her: flesh met moist flesh then I drove my cock 
in to her nice tight pussy, Laure groaned with the 
feel of my cock thrusting in to her. I thrust in deep 
and hard bringing another cry from Laure as I began to 
pump in and out of her. All I could think of in that 
moment was how nice and tight she was. It had been 
several months since she had sex. 

My cock slid in and out of her velvet smooth pussy, 
Laure met my thrusts setting a rhythm until she cried 
out in a gasp as she began coming in a surge of juices 
that led to me letting out a low moan as I came in her 
filling her beautiful pussy with my creamy male 
juices.


V

Monday, which was unusual for me, I went in to the 
facility to see Jerry. On the way up to the second 
floor somebody stopped me, first asking me: "How was 
your weekend?"

God, what a loaded question that was. I wanted to ask: 
"How much time do you have?" Rather I just smiled and 
replied: "Not bad." And went on from there.
 
For the rest of the week I worked from home. Thursday 
afternoon I called Laure: "Plans for this weekend?"

"Not that I can think of," she replied. I could 
imagine she was twisting a lock of her hair between 
her fingers as we talked. 

"Something different. My place?" I offered. "Sixish?"

"Okay."

Now I had to think of something different other than 
the usual spaghetti, Chinese, whatever. I finally came 
up; with an idea: Boneless chicken breast with rice 
and mushroom sauce laced with white wine, and a white 
wine to go with it. 

In between everything cooking I got myself ready. Just 
for the helluva it, I wore all black that evening – 
feeling good and wicked.

By the time Laure arrived the chicken was ready, I 
couldn't believe my luck. She was in a purple silk 
blouse and silver gray satin wrap-around skirt with 
black pumps. She looked stunning. 

I seated her at the table and served the rice, sauce 
and chicken.

Laure's eyes seemed to light up. "A man who knows how 
to cook!"

I poured the wine; she took a sip and nodded her head. 
"Scott, you are so full of surprises."

I slipped up: "That's what Jerry says on occasion."

"I know." 

Her eyes were beaming as I served her then we ate and 
small talked about everything but work again.

We finished the meal; Laure started to take the dishes 
away. I put my hand on hers: "We'll do it together."

Laure smiled. She nodded her head.

We picked the plates and glasses up carrying them to 
the sink and then into the dish washer. Within minutes 
we had the dishes done and in the dish washer. She was 
standing near the sink, her back to me. I wrapped my 
hands around her waist stepping close to her I lightly 
rubbed my engorged cock against her as I kissed her 
about the neck and side of her face.

Laure responded slowly rubbing herself against me in 
return. I caressed her sides slowly sliding my hands 
along her front to her nice small breasts. I pulled 
her back against me fondling her breasts with one hand 
moving the other to the hem of the skirt, drawing it 
up to feel her panty and the moistness of her pussy.

Laure softly moaned in response. 

She turned herself around to face me rubbing her 
gorgeous pussy against me; my cock was already stiff 
and hard for her. We both knew how the evening would 
end. I slid my hands down her back to her butt feeling 
her and feeling her panty. I took my hand out to guide 
her across the room to the sofa. As we sat down she 
sat on my lap. As we kissed I began stroking her long 
fine hair, savoring the feel. 

I moved my hand from her head and hair to her front to 
unbutton her blouse. The pretty little rose bud 
nipples stood at attention with her excitement and 
arousal poking at the lace of the purple lace bra. I 
savored the feel of her breasts as I kissed and laved 
Laure's silk-like skin bringing soft moans from her.

We kissed and nipped and felt each other up. I finally 
slid my hand down to her waist and the skirt. Slipping 
my hand under the hem of the skirt I slowly drew it 
back up to her waist; glancing down I saw that she 
wore sheer nylon panty and dark panty hose. I drew in 
a sharp breath that brought a knowing smile from her. 

I lovingly caressed her pussy as she spread her legs 
more giving me access between her legs. I slowly slid 
my hand along her pussy then touched her clit that was 
standing erect for me to touch and love with my 
fingertips.

Slowly I moved down her front until I reached the 
waist band of the panty drawing the waist band down 
past her pretty pussy and downy thatch of hair. I 
leaned down until I was kissing the light thatch of 
hair about her pussy pulling the panty down her legs.

When I reached her clit she drew in a sharp breath; I 
lightly touched the little swollen nub of flesh with 
the tip of my tongue bringing a squeal from her. Laure 
cam, her creamy feminine juices surging from her in a 
rush wetting my fingers and panty: she sighed with the 
relief she felt. 
 
"Oh, Scott ... please it – it's been too long."

I laid her down, her long dark hair spread over the 
pillow in a dark fan. I pulled her panty the rest of 
the way off tossing it to the side. I moved back up to 
her face, kissing her, nibbling, lightly sucking, 
drawing soft sighed from her as she kissed me all 
over. I rubbed her pussy hair feeling the moistness 
and butterfly pussy lips. Nice and wet with her pre-um 
juices seeping wetting her. 

I worked around her clit until she was thrusting her 
hips moaning louder. I slipped my finger in her pussy 
thrusting it in as far as it would go savoring the 
slippery tightness. Her pussy pulled at my finger as I 
drew it in and out, finger fucking her and caressing 
her clit with my thumb until with a cry, arching her 
back Laure cam in a gush.

"Ooooh, Scott t – that was great!"
 
"Damn, Laure like I said, you're beautiful."

And her ex- had to be either nuts or legally insane to 
give her up.

"I – I'm yours..."

I moved to kiss her face and chest to her waist, 
holding my finger in her tightness. Laure was too 
aroused as she responded to my kisses with her own; I 
was driving her crazy as I kissed her all over, 
teasing her about the waist and hips with my kisses 
and hands, kissing her about the hips just touching 
the thatch of downy hair about her pussy, my finger 
working in and out of her pussy. 
 
As much as I wanted to just take her and ram my hard 
stiff cock in to her, I had to remind myself, as 
usual, to go slow. Make this moment last and as 
pleasurable for the girl – woman as possible.

I kissed back to her bra covered breasts, teasing the 
pert nipples with my tongue, Laure squirming under me 
as I sucked on each one. 

"S – Scott, Scott, take me! I'm ready for you!"

Her pussy wet with her juices as I worked my way 
around her pussy smelling the lushest scent of her cum 
juices. I slid my tongue over her clit bringing a 
squeal from her, she arched her back again as sucked 
on that little nub of flesh until she came again. 

I kept up the licking and sucking on her clit, she 
thrust her hips against my tongue as I enjoyed the 
pleasure I was getting from hearing her squeals and 
cries. She was gripping my hair with all her strength 
as I molested her pussy; I probed her tight pussy with 
my tongue then back to her clit; back and forth I went 
until with a cry of pleasure she came again, her 
creamy juices surging on to my tongue in a torrent.

Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths as she 
recovered from the moment. 

"Be – be gentle, Scott," she pleaded breathlessly 
gazing up at me, her eyes misty with tears as she knew 
that I'd like nothing better at that moment than to 
fuck her pussy.
 
"Ssssh, sweet heart. I'll be gentle," I assured her 
although my engorged cock was aching for relief; I 
felt a sense of pleasure in finger fucking her 
wetness. Finally I made her spread her legs for me. I 
bent over her to passionately kiss her slipping my 
hand between her legs to caress and fondle her moist 
pussy wet with her juices as she eagerly positioned 
herself knowing what I was going to do to her. I gazed 
down at her throbbing pussy for but a second as I 
loosened my pants letting them slid to my knees. 

Moving between her legs, I was now on top of her, my 
malehood touching and probing her throbbing pussy; the 
girl gasped at the feel of my malehood touching her 
pussy. I asked: "This is what you want isn't it?" I 
pressed the head of my engorged cock against her. 	

Laure nervously nodded her head in reply: "Yes, Scott 
... take me."

Laure began moving her hips in rhythm to the sliding 
of my cock over her wet pussy, my cock dripping with 
pre-cum. 
 
I wanted to just ram it in to her popping her, using 
her for the relief of my cock. I kissed and licked and 
put the tip of my tongue in her ear; she squealed 
again, with some hesitation I penetrated her just 
enough entering her that I was able to have her. Laure 
cried out with the penetration of her womanhood moving 
her hips as I began easing my cock in and out touching 
her clit and sucking on her ear lobe with each stroke. 
Then with a hard thrust I took her. Laure cried as I 
went deep into her.

"Oooo, agh...!"

"Did – did I hurt...?" I asked stopping a moment. Damn 
she was still nice and tight.

She shook her head. "N-no. G–go on, I'm all right. Oh 
this is what I need right now..."

Laure moaned loudly as I drove my malehood deep into 
her again. Then with long hard thrusts, I began 
fucking her; her throbbing pussy with the sensations 
of being fucked; a man was fucking her and she was 
beginning to enjoy what I was doing to her; her 
slender girlish hips rose and fell with my hips 
driving my cock in to her with rapid strokes. With a 
sharp groan Laure felt the warm surge of her juices 
flowing, gasping with the pleasurable release, she 
felt it again as she gave in to the enjoyment of 
another orgasm. "Aaahh – Ooooh, oooo, Scott, 
yessss...!"
 
Then with an effort I groaned as I felt my male cream 
surging inside of me; I wanted this to last but I 
couldn't hold back any longer. My back stiffened and 
with a searing release I filled Laure with rope after 
rope of my creamy male juices. She collapsed from 
exhaustion after a few minutes. I lay atop her getting 
my breath back. I never realized good sex after Rachel 
could be this exhausting. I pushed myself off her 
lying to the side.
 
We stared at each other a moment then I kissed her.
 
"Want to take this to the bed?"

Laure eagerly nodded her head.


VI

We spent Christmas and New Year's together. This was 
the best Christmas I'd had in years. We spent the two 
weeks off, admin vacation, the facility closed down 
those two weeks at one or the other place. I must have 
fucked her every which way but lose. The only thing I 
could think of: it was a definite tossup between Laure 
and Rachel. God, what a problem that presented. Too 
bad I wasn't some desert sheik in Arabia; then it 
wouldn't be any problem at all, I'd have both of them 
to make love to.

Anyway, that's what good wet dreams are made of – 
beautiful woman – and girls. 
 
Later in January I was busy one day working on another 
of my boss's projects connected to the program we have 
been slaving away at for the past six months when the 
phone rang.

"Scott..."

"Scott?"

"Yeah, babe?" 

"Scott... I–I... need to talk to you, now."

My mind went blank for an instant then I said: "What 
is it, hone?"

"Can we meet at Memorial Park?"

"Sure" 

I grabbed a coat, it was getting late and the 
temperature dropped. I went to the park as Laure 
wanted. It was almost de ja vu; she was sitting on the 
same park bench that I met her on where this whole 
affair started. 

Looking toward the west and the row of trees, stark in 
their nakedness, like skeletons reaching for the late 
winter afternoon sky, an ominous end to a beautiful 
affair. 

I walked over to Laure, sitting on the bench beside 
her. It was several minutes, but felt like hours as we 
stared at the lake and the Canada geese walking around 
on the ice looking for food.

I broke the brittle silence between us. It was like 
breaking through the ice of the lake.

"Want to talk about it, Laure?"

Laure nodded her head. "He wants me back."

To be continued...

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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