Meory Lane (closed Homerun2611)

[wickedpen]

Memory Lane (closed Homerun2611)

"So I am going to pitch you something and I hope you have an open mind." the stranger who had rolled into the office said. He wore a immaculate black suit, black tie, black shirt, with a striking van dyke of jet black hair and a pony tail of the same, he was basically Lou Cypher from Angle Heart.

"Line jumping": he said waiting for a reaction, which of course was the poker face chiseled and handsome from years in the venture captial business.

"Line jumping huh?" the fifty year old said nonplussed.

"Put time in front of it and what do you have?" the stranger said as he pulled a strange Opal the size of a cue ball from his pocket and held it out in his hand. The husband and father of four could not help but notice the pitchman's long pointed finger nails, honed to fine points.

"Time line jumping." the business man said warming to the idea, as his inner self salivates at the idea, his exterior remains dispassionate but attentive.

"Yes Rick, time, line, jumping." the pitch continues somehow knowingly where this master of markets' mind was already headed.

"How many decisions have you made and regretted? Looked back on what could have been, if you had had a mind capable of understanding things in a wiser way. I think certainly more clearly than you would have say, twenty seven years back." the stranger too wears a mask of stoicism.

"Imagine that body wanting nothing in that moment, behind that anonymous hotel room door, but you dancing hard and wet in the dark." his words trail off as everything fades away, spellbound, somewhere between a powerful memory in this skyline office and that flirty little woman, in that Toronto hotel so many years ago.

"It's all in your mind Rick." he says standing and stepping to the window overlooking the city, tossing the white sparkling orb.

"I would imagine, thinking of that moment, that switch in the time train tracks, of your consciousness, what if?" He turns and looks at you holding the object.

"I imagine even at this distance," he says standing eight feet from you in front of your desk,

"it's power is effecting you." he says then steps forwards a pace and suddenly,

"So, I guess that's good night..." comes from her soft wet lips in the dimly lit hotel hallway. It is so familiar it seems real, but Rick is the wizened fifty one year old in mind, but he does not have to look down to know his body is of that younger Rick. That Rick that attracted prime blondes like blood draws sharks, since he was old enough to jack off. And now at the prime of his life, his mind is no longer constrained by the barriers to were constructed by your family, your friends, your church and your government.

Stepping back the man in black drops the orb into his pocket breaking the spell, awakening Rick from the dream, and to the possibilities in that stone.

Lou smiles, "You only get 59 minutes, after that you are back." He watches the smile form as memories flood the community pillar of a man behind his mahogany desk over looking the city, like a modern king.

"But you will have to live with the knowledge of whatever you do will continue to effect that time line moving forward." he says dismissively like a fast talking legal disclaimer reader.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Lou?" That was the name he gave.

I didn't know where he came from or when he arrived. I probably should have, but when I work I focus and sometimes, I guess this time, I lose track of what is happening. When I look up, the man before me is menacing, but I don't scare or get intimidated easily, when he opens his mouth, at first he speaks in riddles.

Line jumping?..."How many decisions have you made and regretted? Looked back on what could have been, if you had had a mind capable of understanding things in a wiser way.

I think certainly more clearly than you would have say, twenty seven years back."

The answer to the first was quick, easy...many, many decisions...I am a venture capitalist, I have lost and made millions, if three of ten of my deals work I am a hero, a genius. Clearly I am wrong more often, much more often, than I am right.

However twenty seven resonates, a stab in my heart, or more to the point, a kick in my balls! We are not talking business, those decisions come and go, water off a duck's back. Money lost is later won elsewhere, money won will eventually go. I am beyond the point of caring as no high or low will really change how I lead my life. No, he is talking then, he is talking her, he is talking...God how does he know?...I have tried not to remember myself...Alysia!

It is night, I see my reflection in the windows of my office which overlooks the city lights. He has triggered a memory of an opportunity not seized and second guessed like no other. But the reflection, the man looking back is not the man who had that moment.

Twenty seven years has turned 185 pounds and broad shoulders leading down to a 31 inch waist of well defined abs, thick, wavy brown hair and a seemingly perpetual tan, into 205 pounds, 35 inches, and less hair now tinged throughout with gray. Am I a good looking older man? Yes, in a well kept and country club sort of way. Am I that man? The one who simply had to stand behind the girl and then smile in the line at the cafe when she turned around? Knowing/ enjoying the smell her pussy get wet as my body reciprocated with blood coursing toward my groin? Fuck NO!

I was not that guy any more, now I needed wit and charm, money and circumstance. The smile, the eyes, the keeping myself in shape, yes, but it was relative, all in the context of my age, but no comparison to the man who was there that night. So many things, seemingly innocent things had led to that moment...my being married 3 years, just having had our first baby, and her, God her...an oasis for a man suddenly dying of thirst.

"So, I guess that's good night..." I jerked my head, it was her voice, and the man in the window was suddenly my 27 year old self. Hell, that alone was a feeling worthy of any price I might have to pay, but when coupled with...."So, I guess that's good night..."

I looked into his coal black eyes, eyes that somehow had the slightest hint of red. "How?" I was not a man caught easily by surprise, and even when I was I didn't show it. What was this dream...this magic? He put some artifact in his pocket, giving me a smile through sharpened teeth. "You only get 59 minutes, after that you are back." Back? Where was I going? I didn't ask, he didn't wait...like any good salesman it was an assumptive close. He said something else, I didn't listen, I should have. I knew I had 59 minutes...

As suddenly as he had appeared, I was back in a dark hallway, having turned away from the five foot two blonde with the dynamite little body. She was part protégé, part muse, all temptress, packaged in veil of young Canadian ingenue.

How had we gotten here?...had it been my unconscious plan? hers?...Why was I turning away?

God we had just had a good time...just the two of us on the road in Toronto, the client had left the evening free...the rest of the team back in Vancouver...drinks, talking, laughing, dancing, shooting pool...all innocent...I was married right? Faithful? Proud Dad of a new son?... My key was already in the door... just opened..."So, I guess that's good night..." i still walk in...put on gym shorts like I always slept in..no shirt, just like always...but this time I didn't stay in my room....59 minutes!

 

[wickedpen]

The smile on the dark stranger's face as Rick came back to the present told him, either he knew he had a sale, or he knew more about Rick that Rick would be comfortable with, either way Rick's time line was clearly in Lou's long fingernails.

"One million dollars." he said looking away as if to deflect the objection and haggling from his client. "You can have this stone." he said raising it back out for Rick to see and suddenly full young Alysia's willing body in his twenty something arms.

Back in the pocket and back to reality for Rick.

"It's powerful magic Rick." Lou said again wandering as though bored with this conversation, "and I don't make this offer to just anyone." he said turning back to be sure Rick appreciated this point. "I select my clients over time and see how they have navigated life's choices, and which had turned away out of moral certitude from pleasures undeniable to any thinking person. Alysia is such a pleasure, isn't she?" He had wandered through the office, around the sofa and back to the front of Rick's desk.

"So. Richard? Do you have that check book handy or should I sell my stone elsewhere?" the man's patience clearly growing thin.

 

[Homerun2611]

"One million dollars." I was back, and I looked at him quizzically, was it an offer or a request? I assumed the latter, but you never know. My limited partners did VERY well, and I had stopped taking new investors long ago. Perhaps Lou wanted in? Lou went on to explain, that was his price, and the uniqueness of his offer.

He didn’t need to, Those two momentary flashes, her voice and the vision of her, blonde shoulder length bob hair a bit tousled, short skirt of her business suit hugging her firm, thin legs and perfect ass, her sleeveless, Silk patterned blouse, one or two extra buttons unbuttoned that revealed the soft blue lace of her bra and the swells of her 34 d breasts, coupled with giving me back the body that only in that moment did I fully realize the cruel erosion of time, I would have probably sold my soul, a million was a bargain.

“Do you take a check, or shall I wire the funds?” I wanted to get back there, it was just a dream right? What had he said about timeline? Oh Fuck! Who cares, CARPE DIEM!!! I had the chance to be twenty seven again and be with her! Negotiations done, deal consummated, “Close your eyes and then open them...” He ended with a line that made me remember Risky Business, “...have the time of you life!”

When I opened, I wasn’t in the hotel corridor, at least not yet. I remembered it like it was yesterday, it was the smoky bar across the street from the Hyatt where we were staying. We had gone here for another drink after dinner. You could hear the live band from outside, and it had a small dance floor and the a couple of pool tables in the back.

I love to dance, but we had gotten a couple of LaBatt’s drafts and put a twenty on the table to play the winners. It ended up being a 35 year old biker who was not six feet, but had to be pushing 300 bills. His girl was surprisingly attractive in a ratted hair, tatted, pierced nose And lip sort of way. I had lost the tie, but was still in my Dark pinstriped suit, and an open collar custom shirt, gold cuff links I had received years ago from my parents when I graduated college. I was wearing Lagerfeld cologne, and I had to smile at some of the looks Alysia and I got as we walked in the place. She had stripped off the jacket of her baby blue, raw silk suit, and by any definition as she leaned over the table about to shoot, she looked fucking hot!

She had a long stretch to bank the 5 in the far corner pocket, but if sHe did, and didn’t hit it too hard, the 8 ball in the near side was a gimme. “The bitch has to keep her foot on the ground!” The biker snarled as his date pressed her ass in between his two massive, spread thighs. I looked at him, his scraggly red beard on his ginger face, bandana largely covering his hair. I came up behind Alysia, her one leg up as her dress rode higher up her thighs. I leaned in, and wrapped my strong hands around her waist where it met her perfect hips. Her body felt thin, yet powerful in my grip.

I turned to him, “I gotta hundred says she buries it, bank shot, no slop.” As he agreed, she just turned to look at me, and smiled that incredible, lopsided grin. She turned back and with English low, hit it perfect, ast the shot rebounded off the far wall and fell into the braided pocket. As she walked around and finished The eight, I dared collect our winnings. God, there is nothing more fun than making money like that. He was pissed, and we were outnumbered. I walked back to Alysia smiling. “Nice shot....but i think we should move on, wanna dance?”

 

[wickedpen]

Rick is a "SHGBM" (sexy hot guy but married) who I work with. He is awesome and we really hit it off. I was a little more uptown than he was, having hit it out of the park from far in the sticks. When he asked to go for another drink, after the business dinner I said, "sure." We were staying at the same hotel so I would get home and he was a really nice guy. Most guys having the room across from mine would be like, "ready to head back to the hotel?" at every opportunity.

Having three older brothers I leaned how to play pool and most other teenage boys games at an early age and knowing the impression a woman who can play pool well is, I drew his attention to the table.

Now playing in the tight skirt and blouse were only problematic on shots which challenged my extreme shortness so having a foot on the ground was usually compensated by the guy I am playing preferring to see me balanced on my rock hard ass while I drop the nine ball than keep his money. But of course old grizzled biker dude already had as hot a piece of ass as he could get so he called me on it.

I gave him the look all men shrivel from, "and that's how you play against a little girl?" Which Rick could not help but laugh at, and his young honey turn away embarrassed. This was after all testosterone city, a local bar where real people drink, not some hotel lounge where strangers make chit chat. We were the outsiders and yuppy scum.

Like I said three brothers have lots of friends and so knowing I was off limits would force me to make some gymnast contortion, often sexier than balancing on the railing, and I would make it.

Taking the old man's money was fantastic as I knew Rick was now as arroused as a red blooded Midwestern male could be. He suggested the dance floor but I knew that might have him loose it as I grind my tightly wrapped ass against his crotch, which I would be doing if we were to go there. Instead, having heard his tone regarding tthe new baby, I felt obligated to "head back to the hotel?" myself.

I was quiet on the way back to the hotel.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ALYSIA?" my conscience screamed again and again, his weeding band tapping the beat of the radio on the steering wheel.

"He is so hot and you have not had any in a really long time. Do it!" my inner devil said as a matter of fact. "You will be doing his wife a favor by taking that obviously pent up need. You get to cum probably a lot, and he gets to cum, probably a lot. It's a win win win."

"At least you are on the pill." my conscience submitted to the pure powerful logic of primal need, as we rose up the building in the elevator and suddenly everything became sexual. The elevators slight jerk as it reached our floor rubbed my sensitive nipples against my blouse, my bra in my bag, having taken it off before our game.

I smile nervously up at Rick as he awaits me to go first, like a gentleman, not leaving me to follow like a dog. I was rarely nervous around men, but I had no idea what kind of man Rick was, although I was fairly certain he also had me walk first so he could watch me slowly stroll away from him towards our rooms.

 

[Homerun2611]

It had been perfect, my adrenaline coursing, as winning money gambling, I don't care if it is fucking tiddly winks, does. Also having a hot babe, okay not my hot babe, but he didn't know that, do it...fanfuckingtastic!" The words had come out almost instinctively, a line I'd used a thousand times, a thousand times that was BBFMWAB "Before Being Fucking Married With A Baby!" Guys use different vehicles to pick up girls. And humbly, or not humbly, my looks and smile were often enough. But if the stakes were high, and there was enough competition for the target of my momentary affection, I closed on the dance floor. If "Coffee is for closers", thanks Glengarry Glen Ross fans, I should have had folgers running through my veins.

But it had been almost three years since I had been in a position where closing was even necessary or possible. i had already closed and there she was with me all the time, and now she had birthed a son. Yet, in that moment I forgot, amnesia manifested by the thundering pounding of blood flowing from my brain into my cock. So I said it, my calling card, "...i think we should move on, wanna dance?” I could see it them, laughing and grinding, in the morning I would peel her off my chest and toss her panties on the bed. Yep, the table was set and...."head back to the hotel?"

You had to hear the moan from here, while looking into blue eyes I wanted to dive in and forget about all the irrational decisions toward domestication I had made over the last three years, I got sucker punched by the hottest little blonde ever with one mean uppercut. "Uh...yeah sure...let me close the tab and we can go to the car."

WOW, was I out of practice, thank God the boys in the frat hadn't seen that....I mean...that just didn't happen....not only had I taken a swing and a miss, but I had spun right into the ground like some sort of fucking cartoon and I was Wylie Coyote. What had I been thinking? I had read it all wrong...I guess? Well kid, i guess there comes a time when even the great ones can no longer get around on the fast ball, but I hadn't thought it would happen at 27...thirty, thirty-five maybe, you know...when I was old!

I remembered the cookout when Alysia had asked us back to her place. I had driven up, and out she popped in these incredibly short, incredibly tight, incredibly perfect short pink shorts..and a tight white tee that was easily a size too small, barely stretching across her sizable, natural tits, no bra mind you, and stopping so it showed just a tantalizing amount of flat, slightly sculpted midriff!

We had all been there, the entire case team. At premier business strategy firms, things aren't called projects, they are called cases, like we are some sort of Perry Mason's delivering these companies to freedom. Anyway this was my first big case running it as the lead. I was working for a Russian CEO running a major high tech company based in Vancouver. The partner and myself were the only Americans...the two seniors were two Canadiens who had to be the Barbie and Ken Dolls of Canada, wel she was more like the twenty something Phyllis George. Delightful and gorgeous people both, but my guess was they starched their underwear.

There was our tech lead, Tyron, he was from New Brunswick, he proudly stated, I am Mr. Canada...not in a buff sort of way, but he bled maple syrup. The last one was an Egyptian Girl, Zahra. She was a new analyst like Alysia. She was quiet, with a dry sense of humor. She also might have been a fortune teller, as on our third day, I had just finished helping Alysia with someone and she had smiled and innocently touched my shoulder and Zahra winked at me, and just matter of factly stated, "You're in trouble boss."

So here we were at Alysia's house/farm her Dad grilling burgers. This was the day I met her boyfriend Trevor. I could barely believe it. Trevor was a really nice guy, but a total book worm. If they had lined up 100 guys and asked me to choose who she might be dating, I think he might have been number 99 or 100.

Anway, we chose up teams for touch football. I had Alysia and Zahra and our Partner. I was a high school quarterback, and so I played QB. That day, Alysia and I were Patrick Mahomes and Tyreek Hill. Poor Trevor tried to guard Alysia, and she would dust him, and I would feed her a seed, thirty or forty yards on a line and she snapped it out of the air like she had been groomed at Alabama or similar. God it was fun. Fun watching her little ass bounce as she ran her routes and even more fun as we obliterated the competition. She would come back throw her arms around me and I would give her a twirl...all in the spirt of competition of course.

When I flew back home that weekend my wife was eight months pregnant, and we fucked doggie style both Friday and Saturday nights. She was thrilled as her being about 55 pounds over fighting weight, or about 45% more than the girl I proposed too, had taken some wind from my sexual sails. However those nights, in the dark, it was those pink shorts, bouncing away in various, posts, flag and button hook patterns, I kept pounding over and over until I came like the stallion i thought Alysia deserved. I remember my wife saying, "What the fuck got back into you?' as she laid on her back doing an amazing impression of a half inflated beach ball. Luckily discretion inspired me with some romantic mumbo jumbo about her glowing! By the way, any guy who says my wife was never more beautiful than when she was pregnant is full of shit. And if you have to watch the birth, blood and tearing everywhere...well, it takes literally months before you consider approaching that nasty thing again.

I was tapping my ring finger on the steering wheel as we drove back, letting the music on the radio fill the void as my mind raced. "Thank God" I tried to rationalize, "that could have been a huge mistake" I thought, as I licked my wounds from my epic crash and burn. I always have manners, opening doors, pulling out chairs, whatever...but I was suddenly Sir Galahad, taking the high road, making sure nothing could be taken as my trying to hit on some young Analyst inappropriately, who was apparently not into me. I was so deflated I thought I might even call my wife. I sure as fuck hadn't called from the bar as that was the last background noise she would appreciate. As far as she knew I was at incredibly important and high profile client dinners.

The Hyatt had a valet and stopping the car, I hurried around to open her door. It took all I could to avoid staring at her legs as she spun, not to mention her tits free flowing in the barely buttoned and contained in the silk. "How exactly had I read this wrong...I mean...just look!" Maybe it was a Canadian thing? That must be it...for Canadians this wasn't flirting or chemistry...I wondered what the fuck was? We were quiet, she was just a bit in front of me as we walked from the elevator. It was almost painful that our rooms were across the hall. I almost considered apologizing, but why make more of it than I needed to...it wasn't like I'd made a pass, only asked to dance? We finally got there, and I waited for her to pull out her key...manners! "Good night..." I tried to say cheerfully as my cock became what I feared was permanently flaccid...

 

[wickedpen]

OK, so this moment had crossed my mind once or twice since I knew about this case. Rick was this American gambler macho stud type, and I was with Ronny Reliable. Kenneth was a promising attorney and his body was willing when asked, his mind was often elsewhere calculating evidence and whatever. I hate myself for even thinking it, but it's not fair. And oh yeah, Rick is married with a baby. Some bitch already put a ring on his finger and a kid in his house.

This is a world made by men, for men but I have to live in it. Fortunately for me, I have been endowed with a nature which men appreciated. Physically, yes, natural blonde and pretty, although that second part is not nearly as important for what I am able to work to my advantage.

I will never forget playing football as my dad looked on. He sensed I was hot for someone and scoring the last touchdown and hugging Rick, it was such a moment. His body was amazing and was gentle but firm and his hand on my ass pulling me naturally against him, was so fucking primal.

After the game I was getting a beer and my daddy pulled me aside.

"Baby doll that man is married and has a baby." he said, like passing instructions which shut down a plan I was already planning, to go back to town with them and plead too drunk to drive and crash on his couch. My father has always known what I am thinking, so even a thousand miles away there is nothing he can do to stop this. I will make him want me, divorce his wife and marry me, and make me a mom. My head ran wild, oblivious to the damage a divorce would bring.

"If it's not me, it will be somebody else." I thought as my heart pounded it's way up into my throat. "Do it! You want him and he can give you what you need." I thought trying to muster the courage. Then all chipper and happy he says "Good night." I imagine him walking alone into his room, probably to read the bible, since it is too late to call his beloved wife, bitch.

Although the disappointment of him not being on me when I turn back towards him, his tongue down my throat and his hands up my dress, I keep a stiff upper lip.

"So I guess that's good night." it feels like I say with little thought, but over the last twenty seven years I have wanted another shot. When I found the stone outside the yoga studio I was drawn to it. I dropped it in my bag.

At home I was puttering around and took it out. I sat at the table with a cup of tea and stared at it and suddenly recalled Rick. I had not thought of that night in while but I had such a crush on him. I found myself in this moment. I have done 'shrooms and meditated for years, so I know the mind is a magical thing. I could have been asleep and dreaming, or just having a powerful daydream. It was not until I reached out and touched the stone that it became real.

"Do you want to come in?" I say, as I did in so many private moments when I wanted to get excited, horny. I would flash back to this moment and play out saying, "Do you want to come in?" and then being on the bed with Rick.

So there I sat at my kitchen table like a statue staring into the window, holding a white stone, in my reality as Alysia, a forty year old divorced yoga instructor in Vancouver, British Columbia. But I was my spunky, OK, cocky little twenty three year old self with sexy new dad, my boss, Rick standing across from me in an anonymous hotel, in the middle of nowhere, alone, and most importantly horny.

The woman in Vancouver murmurs, "come fuck me Rick. Come fuck your little case partner. Daddy's not here to stop me."

 

[Homerun2611]

A million thoughts went through my mind as I walked out of that elevator and began to walk down that hallway. First, the opal had done its job, I was back in the moment entirely, no knowledge of the subsequent three other sons and career transitioning from strategy senior case manager at a major international hi-tech client, to running one of the hottest VC's in Chicago. No knowledge of my wife Lisa, so eager to procreate when we were young, suddenly finding every reason in the world, all reasonable, but nonetheless frustrating, not to have sex. No knowledge of the young man struggling with the moral dilemma that night, who not long after would have no such qualms when provided opportunities in the future to take refuge from his sexually barren marriage.

No this was year three of a young marriage, a couple that early on fucked like bunnies, married to a woman who could give the best head in the Midwest. My wife didn't just suck cock, she tasted, savored and worshipped it...well, until she stopped coming to the alter between my legs entirely. No, I still had ideals, a sense of some Midwestern based right and wrong. Oh, I wasn't an angel, but since my vows, I had not dipped my wick in anyone else's hot wax. But...I knew....

"...wanna dance?” Had been so much more than a simple question, not just the words but how my big strong hand had grasped her waist, and then inched up towards her young, and words just do not do justice to her, perfect breasts! My eyes, my heart, my cock had all been screaming..."Fuck I need to touch you, feel you pressed against me...start with me on the dance floor and then move our salsa into my bed!" I had been nearly obsessed with watching her move, in the office, sitting at a bar drinking, and running like the wind on the plush lawn of her father's farmhouse.

I wanted to peel off her clingy clothes, and let my hands, fingers, tongue and body enjoy every curve, fold and orifice. What did she taste like...what did she feel like...God I bet she was tight...but the way she ran, the way she competed...I knew she would like it hard! Lisa had...once...but now..."Don't treat me like I am one of your college hook ups....I am your wife...make love to me!" Yeah...that was fine sometimes...but I also needed...craved...a passionate fuck...to bodies using each other to maximize their hedonistic needs...vampires sucking the very marrow from their prey as the consumed them!

At least twice I began to reach out to touch that waist, spin her into my arms and see if she pressed in...they used to...God it seemed like they all did...Fuck I loved college and Europe! Different back stories...I will get to them later, remind me...but life had been good...the chalice seemingly always full and consuming robustly.

Had she refuted my advance consciously, or had I lost some aggressiveness and resiliency of my advance...had she only been testing me...or maybe....she just wanted to get back here...yeah, dancing is nice foreplay...but who the fuck needs foreplay? God I wanted to open her, spread her and consume her...there wasn't a bone in my body...that didn't think it would be epic!

Step after step we reached the threshold of our rooms..."Good night" I little more than whispered, the resignation and deprivation in my voice. This was really my first big time of running the show...if I pushed, and she didn't want it...I could fuck up everything, my seemingly meteoric career, my young marriage...yet, I still wanted her, it was like she was sent by the Devil, forbidden fruit...even knowing, I wanted to bite voraciously into the apple.

Yet now we were here and I was watching her put her key in her door, only to then turn and do the same to mine. "So, I guess that's good night..." I was just taking the first step into my hotel room when I heard it, and it hit my body like a lightning bolt. Every hair stood up....as my mind, my incredibly quick and agile mind, found itself in the eye of a hurricane of thoughts and desires.

I didn't know how to react...so much risk/reward...was it a throw away line...the Canadian version of "thanks" or did it offer all of the potential debauchery I lusted for from head to toe? So, I...acted as if I hadn't heard. Walking into my room, and shutting the door, only to fall back against it and try to make the room stop spinning at what seemed like 200 MPH. I was almost angry, "So, I guess that's good night..."

Was the sexy little bitch toying with me...the ultimate cock tease...no I won't dance...but is that all you got Mister? No, that wasn't her. I played it over and over...100 times in less than a minute as I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on my bed. Naked and hard as I thought of her just across the hall...her legs open...her fingers teasing the clit like her words had teased me.. I wanted...no I needed to be between those legs.

I put on my U of C maroon gym shorts, and walked to the sink to look myself in the eye. I checked out my body, shirtless, I still looked good...six pack, sculpted pecs...my wife may have become a little whale...but I worked out, and was lucky to have a great metabolism...I looked cut and ready for engagement. I splashed cold water on my face..and then, smiling in the mirror, dabbed cologne behind my ears...neck...and chest. I was ready, "put me in coach". I walked back and grabbed the mini bottle of chenin blanc from the mini bar and the two cheap wine glasses the hotel provided.

If I came over like this, there was no going back, no plausible deniability. No man knocks on a girl's door dressed like this, or not dressed as the case might be, with any other intention but to take her to bed. In total it had probably been less than three minutes...I hoped I hadn't blown it...and God I hope her words had meant what I hoped.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...it wasn't quite a pound...but it was a firm knock not to be ignored. I was holding my breath, but I didn't have to long...and when she opened I saw how she let her eyes quickly scan up and down...her smile that on another woman might have looked crooked, but on her was delicious. "Do you want to come in?" She asked in one of the greatest understatements of the 21st century! I held the bottle and glasses out in some sort of offering. "More than you'll ever know!" I responded truthfully, my heart pounding, my body so alive! And then I stepped past her inside...

 

[wickedpen]

"FUCK!" I screamed then caught myself as the hotel was otherwise silent. I stood inside the door in shock. "I am really fucking here!" I said quietly as that old lady was now back in her younger self, and Ricky was just across the hall.

"OK so this is how it went last time and I have some options." I thought as I played all the different possibility as I had the last time he left me alone and since then in at least weekly sessions alone in the shower imagining how it could have gone different.

I quickly took off my ear rings and slipped off my shoes feeling the plush carpet. Everything seemed more intense with the wisdom of age enjoying the stimulus overload. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. The light from the bathroom illuminated me and I looked amazing! I pushed up my firm young tits and ran my hand down to feel the power in this little mustang.

I turned back to the door determined to at lease make his say "no." I pulled the door open and was shocked as he stood there with a bottle of wine and the clear intention of coming into my room.

 

[Homerun2611]

It took me a second to realize what had happened, she wasn't opening it for me, she had just been opening. I had cruised past, "Fuck!" that had come across as presumptuos, I was lucky I hadn't heard a rape whistle or been hit with mace!

Full of bravado, a hunter ready to claim his receptive prey, I literally felt my shoulders sag a bit, and the blood rush away from my cock. "Uh...were you heading out?" I looked down at her bare feet, something was wrong. "Did you need something?"

I was spinning, oh how I wish I had a shirt on...how did something that seemed such a perfect idea moments ago, no feel incredibly stupid. If it hadn't been so awkward, I would have crossed my arms to cover my nipples.

"Uh...you had said...and I thought..." I held up the little body that would barely pour two glasses..."Uh...that maybe you might share one more drink?" I looked down realizing the absurdity of my current state of undress. I had sort of explained the wine and glasses, but knocking on her door half naked....well, I don't care how fucking quick I was on my feet...I simply had no good answer.

I looked at her...I just wanted to shrivel up in a ball and slither back across the hallway...yet all I could do was look into those eyes, and try my best to not gaze up and down that rockin little body!

 

[wickedpen]

The child she had been in that hotel might have begged off this obvious, "come to my hot tub:" approach as cheesy, as it was, but Ricky was as hot as I remembered him. I played it cool and paused, trying to still my heart from jiggling my firm tight body. God it felt good. I help a finger to my lips and looked up and down the hall, leaning out far enough to give you a good long look down my robe.
Looking back at him she winks and steps back into the dimly lit room without a word. Alysia, the older woman at her kitchen table holding a strange rock was now in the middle of a acid flash back or a lucid daydream. She did not want to mess this up with words. Like in a dream she tried to just help it to happen.
Back in the room Alysia clicks the lock in the door after he passed which brought a look from him.

 

[Homerun2611]

I should have left, the older Rick, the wiser Rick would have known it had to be fools gold, passion was best maintained in the longings of "What if?" How many times had I thought about this night, what I'd done and what I could have, wished I had, done.

She had opened and looked out, and I saw just enough to tantalize, a fuller view of the mounds of her young breasts and the sculpture of her abs, but the angle prevented me from seeing her mound, just the toned legs I had watched play football and now wanted to feel wrapped aound me squeezing me so hard it hurt.

I swallowed and walked in, she sure as hell hadn't said no, but she hadn't said yes either. I needed, my conscience, my soul needed some from of consent. I stepped in past her, I was achingly big and hard. She needn't look long to know that if her intent was to have me, my body had long ago made its decision. I walked past her as our bodies lightly brushed.

By the time she turned back I had put the wine and glasses on the dresser, the comical pretense of the nightcap now absurdly obvious. I turned back toward her, and then she came in and locked the door, turning and looking at me. It took maybe two steps and I covered the ground as quickly and hungrily as a vampire. My hands sliding inside her robe and grabbing her waist, feeling the loose tie give way. I was just pressing in, my heart ready to jump out of my chest, nervous as hell, but my mouth watering to taste...."God...this is what you want too...right?"

 

[wickedpen]

"OH Fuck Yes!" was a bit over the top but his touch, his kiss, his firm yet not pushy. He seemed genuinely thankful for me. I let him feed on me like I was his dinner and he was my pleasure. My robe fell as I laid back with him crawling on top of me. I knew he was large from his pajama pants tented like a big top. I reached down and grabbed him with both hands through his thin bottoms.

His mouth was everywhere, inside of my thigh to my nipple to my neck to my belly button. He was amazing as I lay salivating in pure enjoyment of his energy.

"Want this?" I asked as though the dumbest question ever heard. "I have wanted this since our first case." I pant as he kicks his pajamas off and I can see his rippled abs above his magnificent cock. his married daddy dick. I tucked any interest in morality away under the stone in my hands and pushed his head down between my legs.

"Oh god!" I cried and laughed how loud I was. But he did not even pause as he was like a kid in a syrup spill, determined to lick up every drop. I was bucking against his unshaven face as my fingers gripped his hair.

"Fuck! Yes!" I grunted as my abs ripped up and own his face. It was insane. I finally pulled him up and he moved into me as one graceful motion. I rapped my toned legs and arms around his body, hot with desire and exercise as he drove himself into me. My head was into the headboard and he did not care.

"How long have you wanted me?" I asked, which was intended as a simple dirty question, bringing him pause.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was all I had hoped and better, she was prettier, sexier, better, how was it possible?....the body of a young girl, tight and nubile, toned and oh so gloriously tight...with the hunger and needs of a woman, the combination was irresistible and I made no attempt to try. My wife, my young baby, were so far in the rear view mirror as she laid back and her robe fell open revealing the object of my fantasies and regrets for 27 years.

Her legs were toned, her skin like butter, her flesh sweet and hot as I worked up her body. It was an odd comparison I know, but the closest thing I could remember to anything living up to my exaggerated expectations was my first cuban....cigar that is. This was years ago, and I had begun stepping up my game, this was three, no four years after that night in Toronto. I had heard legends about the smoothness the richness of the experience. It had been a high stakes dinner, the finest steaks, a top NYC restaurant, and at the end they poured nineteen year old Macallan 25 which was a treasure in itself, but then they brought out the humidor and inside were Montecristo No. 2, one of Havana's finest.

I had been told nothing compares to a Cuban cigar so many times it was almost legend. It was mid 1990's and they were a most unique sort of contraband, forbidden but exquisite to all of your senses, and when coupled with the rare scotch, it was something to be savored, for who knew if, when I might ever enjoy this perfect a delicacy again. I had realized the immenseness and uniqueness of the moment and savored it. "You only get 59 minutes, after that you are back." Lou's words echoed. I was going to taste her, inhale her, let it roll over my tongue and fill my lungs, before I finally exhaled and went back...back to my 53 year old body, my 30 year marriage, and my cock that would never, ever, ever be this hard for her, for anyone, again!

Her words, her actions, made me crave, yearn, attack! I could have spent my entire hour between her thighs lapping her pussy and feasting on her young cunt. She pulled me up with a look that was not so much a question as a command, spreading and arching it was as if she knew that we only had so long and needed to maximize every second. As I mounted and penetrated her, I could only moan at the realization of my oldest and most often played fantasy. Yet, I had forgotten anything could be that tight and wet or feel that good.

"How long have you wanted me?" I had just started grinding and rolling, it had been a while since I had driven this Ferari, and my first drive back was the Monte Carlo Grand Prix...no pain, nothing but muscle, endorphins and passion. I was trying to go from first to second to third gear, but my body felt incredible and i was dying to red-line and see just how fast we could go.

Twenty seven years to the fucking day was the answer, but so was, "the first time I was attracted to you or I wanted to fuck you?" I was grinding, lifting her up and slamming her back down into the hotel mattress...the headboard clanging against the wall, as i drove in, only to pull back out and go back harder! "Attracted the day I saw your picture and chose to staff you...fuck you...Oh God at your Dad's those pink shorts...those amazing pink shorts and that perfect bouncing ass!"

My entire body was so engaged, but then I stopped and held, my fullness pressed deep inside of her. I stared into her eyes, "Alysia, I know this sounds crazy, but I have wanted this moment so much...I want you every way possible....and ..." I was off and moving again, fuck I couldn't stop, 59...58...50...the clock was ticking...so little time...and so much of her yet to enjoy!

 

[wickedpen]

My thoughts became difficult to control as I was engrossed with him fucking me like we were old lovers. His reaction seemed off but it did not matter as I pushed my arms up in hopes of saving my neck from being broken by his youthful exuberance.

I gasped and wiggled to the side not wanting to stop him, just keep my head attached.

If anyone saw me at the table they might have thought I was stoned or dead as my mind was elsewhere, in my former self fucking the man who apparently wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I manage to roll him onto his back as he groaned about pink shorts and my daddy sending me back to my parent place and the football game. I sat up on him slowly grinding my cheer leading quality body on his rock hard shaft and smile down.

"God I wanted you that day. I would have fucked you right there in the front yard, you were so hot.:" I tell you as my body is quickening it's breathing and my muscles, young and vigorous and energized like few times before.

"God this is good." I started to groan to myself realizing this would be the best sex I ever had.

"Fuck me Ricky!" I grunted inches from your face as your hands gripped my ass and used me on yourself. Rolling over he is on top of me, He is a machine and I am his tool.

"Oh God Damn!" I cried as my body exploded with orgasm. "Oh god Ricky how did we not do this that night." I said drunk on pleasure and forgetting who I was in the moment. I looked at him and his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was talking about as he buried his youthful spear and filled my tight young womb with his illicit seed.

"Give it all to me baby." I sighed smiling over his shoulder as his whole body jerked with each ejaculation. My hips grinding softly and I was back.

I opened my eyes and saw my kitchen.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was good, better than good, it was amazing...I was young, vibrant and strong...and Alysia...I had had so many women since that time....so many types, colors, shapes and needs...but she was pure, unadulterated sex appeal...a girl who had seemingly been bred, born and raised to fuck...and not just anyone...but me. I enjoyed her body mercilessly, and she only seemed to want more. This was just the first time, or so I hoped, my first time in her saddle, I needed to learn her, when to give her sugar and when to apply the whip!

As you get older, some of the feelings can be even stronger, but the pure physical sensations, they are dulled. Not now, I was back, I was at my peak, but coupled with the knowledge that this was fleeting and must be appreciated. And so everything she did...I mean every fucking thing, every contraction of her pussy, every slippery inch of her vagina, every move of her hips, every nail in my chest or back, every touch of her lips and tongue...and her words, God her words, hit me like a lightning bolt and reverberated through me like a sonic boom!

"I have craved you like no other, fantasized about touching your body like it was a dream, like you were a mirage and couldn't have been real...that no woman could be as spectacular as you are." Then a revelation made it clear, I was not the only one back, we both were! "Oh God Damn!" She cried as her body exploded with orgasm. "Oh god Ricky how did we not do this that night."

I laughed, more maniacal than funny, "Because we were young, still had ideals and were stupid...we didn't know it was fleeting...that life didn't have a bunch of us lined up for each other's later enjoyment...we were still beautiful and wanted, life was so easy...instead of grabbing the brass ring...we were stupid...fuck, we were young..." And that was it, the reason, the reason we had stewed and regretted not grabbing it when it was there, not knowing it wouldn't come again...until of course, it had!

She called out and I gave it to her, I was potent as hell, as later I would understand I was a baby making machine, knocking my wife up on a single at bat. I felt her come, she was glorious, I reciprocated, equally glorious...my heart was pounding, I was still there, 30 minutes now up...but where was she...who was this lifeless form now on my bed?

I tapped her, "Alysia?" tapped her cheek harder...nothing! Finally, I slapped her...HARD! And eyes opened wide...at first hysterical and than on fire...I slid up on one knee, my other leg over her shoulder as I reached down and grabbed the back of her head to pull her mouth up to my cum covered cock. "We have only gone once, we still have time...fuck you haven't even seen the best of me..." I pulled her toward my pubes, my cum covered semi hard cock. "I am still in my fucking 20's, I can go again...Jesus suck me...and let me take you again...God, I need you again!"

The ramifications were hitting me...I remembered the rest of Lou's statement, "But you will have to live with the knowledge of whatever you do will continue to effect that time line moving forward." I momentarily felt a chill, what had I done...whatever it was I had done it...but this was not a time for regret...If I had sold my soul I had 30 minutes to still reap the rewards..."Thirty minutes...let's GOOOO!"

 

[wickedpen]

Shocked with the realization that things had changed. Alysia sat at her kitchen table looking at the rock.

Woah." she said truly overwhelmed from what had become a touchstone even in her life. She was expecting her twenty six year old daughter. She had promised to tell her about her father today. Somehow Alysia felt this was somehow different. She looked back at the stone and felt her body still reverberating with that night. She touched the stone again and was back, on her back with Ricky pushing his cock covered with his cum and her cum as she accepted him now knowing how this went.

Voraciously she came alive knowing this would be the best sex of her life and she wanted all of it she could have. She knew this relationship never gets beyond the physical, even with her Lily, his daughter being conceived from it.

On her hands and knees now bobbing up and down his rock hard wonderful cock.

"OH fuck yes Ricky! Fucking Aye!" she said in her Canadian accent, much stronger back then. "Oh God Ricky is this the best ever or what?" she aid between gulps of air and cock.

"Fuck me again." she said crawling up on top of him with a lifetime of thoughts but a body of need, and for Alysia need came first. Her weight barely enough to make him move under her as she took him back inside her well coated folds.

"Oh Yes Ricky give it to me like you will never have anything like this again." she said looking him strangely in the eye with a wisdom and knowledge of the future somehow.

 

[Homerun2611]

Even as I slapped her, reviving her, something was changing, not here, not in the moment, but there, wherever there was? It had been so clear when I left, but was much less so now, vivid memories were murkier, even where the there I would return to was, suddenly unclear. However, all of that was secondary, I had little more than a half our left and Alysia was gladly cleaning off and prepping my cock for our next go.

"All, I want it all..." I groaned, she cheered me on with her Canadian accent I had almost forgotten, but loved. "How when a hot young blonde says "roundabout" is it the cutest hottest, sexiest thing you've ever heard, but when a fifty year old size 14 does it, it is nails on a chalkboard? Alysia had me, I was totally invested, living the dream...and fucking like there was more tomorrow!

She pushed me back, climbing on top, her little body perfect as it rode on top, begging for my best, and my body giving all it had. "Jesus I can't get enough...you are just so.." I was closlng my eyes as I drove my ass up, watching her ride me like a bronco buster, letting her body roll and absorbing the shock. I loved this, loved her in this position, loved how her body rolled and her tits bounced as we fucked.

I grabbed her arms and pulled her down to me, needing to feel our bodies pressed, her tongue in my mouth, mine on hers. I sat up as we connected and she swung her legs around behind me, her heels digging in my back as she bounced up and down at a velocity that was incredible.

"You are the best fuck I've ever had, I knew you would be...I knew you were like nothing else...God I'm glad I came baa..." I didn't finish, I knew at most I could come once more in the time we had left and I needed to...

I lifted her up and threw her forward..."Why couldn't I remember my youngest son's name?" I pushed it away, pushed her forward on her hands and knees, and grabbed her hips. I wanted to really fuck her...let her feel my strength, the power in my thighs, and my hands gripped her hips and slammed her back on me. "Tell me it was worth it....has any man ever...I mean ever...made you feel like this?"

 

[wickedpen]

I don't know how long I sat there, my mind in my younger self having the best sex of my life. My boss was a machine with a matching cock and I was a juicy tight young me. I dreamed of guys like this, like animals once unleashed forego social graces and norms and do what feels good, and in that is what I love. Ricky was clearly on a short leash as he flipped me around as if it was the last sex he would ever have. I fucking loved it. An erotic sweaty gymnastics routine with a man trying to split me in half.

It ends with him on top of me, face to face, as his hands wrapped under my shoulders and his hips were thrust into me by his well trained abs. I felt his hard rippled back, still defined from daily work outs to release some of the energy no longer being diverted to his wife, but in reality is was in hopes for exactly what he was doing, fucking a hot single girl who finds him hot.

As he neared the end we slowed and he exaggerated his movement in and out of me, his pelvis pushing my button, literally as I felt like I was being pumped full of Endorphens.

"OH fuck Ricky." I sigh as he smiles and cums. Like fireworks on July 4th and winning a marathon, and the his champagne chugged into me as I knew at that moment things changed. I knew I was still my old self having a dream but something else seemed off.

I looked into his eyes. "God I wish I had fucked you back then when I had the chance."

I was instantly awake and dropped the stone and stood and stretched, still feeling the after effects of Ricky from my dream, although that had been twenty seven years ago.

"Hi Mom!" erupted from the kitchen door as my tall beautiful daughter burst into the house. Her golden curls bouncing wildly as she carelessly left it a mess.

"Hey sweetheart." was about all could manage as somehow having a daughter was totally new, yet not.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was leaning back, breathing heavy, the heart of a 54 year old now beating and burning in my still muscular but old chest. The hour had flown, God it had been great. We had fucked so long and so hard. Missionary, then cowgirl...doggy...and then I lifted her up, needing to feel her body pressed against me, needing to feel as much of her as possible...her ass and back pressed back against me, her toned arm and delicate hand wrapped up and around my neck...her neck turned whispering obscene things in my ear...and my cock and hands having her...one working her tits...rolling and pinching her nipples...fuck she liked it hard and nasty. My other hand covering her cunt, working her clit like I was fingering my sax, as over and over my legs launched my cock into her and she took it, begged for it...and asked for more.

We had just returned to missionary...my hands underneath her, I had cum and cum and cum...painting her womb one last time...when I guess time had run out...it was over, and ....

I was back, sitting in my desk chair, but my office was different, and the view outside of my window was not New York, it was Chicago, somehow by going away I had come home. My head hurt slightly as memories were rearranged, some lost forever, with new ones emerging of experiences that I apparently had had. The picture on my desk was just of the four boys, and the youngest looked so different...so lost. Where was my wife? Then I remembered the divorce, the private I, the pictures, and her tears. I guess I had been lucky it took as long as it did, instead of twenty seven and going years of marriage we had twenty, then a messy divorce and the separation agreement from my firm after having been caught in bed with the client's CEO's daughter.

It was the advantage of being a partner in a high profile firm, I had been caught red handed, and wet cocked, and still walked away with a low 8 figure separation agreement. I was now leading a med tech VC firm, harvesting technologies out of Northwestern, the University of Chicago and occasionally other Big Ten schools.

I tried to remember if my prior successes ever happened, the sale to Google, the IPO of the touchless cash technologies which had made my rep, but it was fuzzy, as things resorted. There were no pictures of Lisa, fuck she hated me! But my boys, they were my boys and hers and they seemed to understand...sort of. I looked at my youngest, Charlie...and I remembered the All State basketball player who turned into a meth addict. He was recovering, but the divorce, the fact that he knew the girl as the older sister of a friend of his, had really fucked him up! I had to wear that.
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I felt a little nauseous as I watched one life slowly dissolve as memories ran down window panes in my mind like a storm used to pelt our lake house...what lake house...it was gone too...and new memories took form. I tried to rack my brain, what had happened with Alysia? That couldn't have been it, not after a night like that, we must have continued and then...oh yeah, the cancer, Lisa's mother, and I came home, left consulting and reduced my travel and went into banking. We had planned to have so much more, so many more nights, but two days later my plane left Vancouver and she left my life.

BUZZZZ, my phone went off. It was Ricky, "I just got here, I am about to meet Mom...wish me luck!" What? I shook my head. This was from my oldest, the twenty seven year old nearly spitting image of the young me. My son who when he graduated had a million girls he introduced as his good friend, each giving him a deeper kiss and sexier than the last. The one who gave me his philosophy on female market efficiency. "Mom, Dad, why have a girl friend when I can hook up any time I want? I am good looking and all, but look at my job, if I am hot now, just wait until I am young and really rich...that is when I will...."

I smiled, "meeting mom" That is right, he had met some girl in Whisler skiing, he described the spring skiing and the girl in the little pink shorts and t-shirt he followed down the slopes and spent the next three days in bed with, the one who had apparently convinced him to close out his position. Fifteen minutes later he shot me a selfie, and I stopped breathing...not from him, or the gorgeous girl he had his arm around, a truly stunning blonde who looked eerily familiar...no, HOLY FUCK...it was Mom, and the crooked magical smile, a smile I hadn't seen in 27 years, except I had just spent the last hour fucking it!

 

[wickedpen]

"mom I have to tell you." Jamie said not letting me get a word in edgewise. Here I was having hallucinated the night she was convinced so worried about tell her the one thing she was most interested in, who was her father?

"Ricky is going to ask me." She said before I Could even give her a hug.

"What? Ricky? Ricky who?" I said nervously having just had the living shit fucked out of me by my Ricky. She was so excited and took out her phone and flipped through some screens then held up a picture of a man who had just been so deep inside me I can still taste him.

"Ricky?" I said unable to take my eyes off the picture. Jamie had on pink shorts and I was back to the front yard with Ricky. "Gonna ask you what?" I said looking at her as though I had seen a ghost.

"To marry him silly." she said as though I should know this.

" Perhaps we should have that talk about who your father is?" I thought as I was fairly certain she was dating her half brother. That "oh shit" moment I had always feared seemed to be here exponentially worse than I ever imagined.

"That's great!" I managed to sound excited, although drained from my little daydream and seeing the blast from the past holding my Jamie the way his father held me after catching that touchdown.

She had completely forgotten about asking about her father as we drank wine and talked of weddings and lives, while in the back of my head I wondered how he would react when I show up as the mother of the bride. Would he put it together? Would he keep everything a secret?
Ricky must be doing pretty well as his kid is off entertaining my penniless daughter skiing. I wonder if he is still married? I always thought it was so good he might call...

After a few hours Jaime was off and I was alone again with some wild thoughts. I was either losing my mind or well, hopefully I was not losing my mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Yeah, I want to meet her, I'm sure. How often am I in Vancouver anyhow? You do want me to meet her, right?" Meeting Jamie had been a whirlwind, completely knocked me on my ass. In less than three days, I had gone from the Will Farrel character, okay younger and a hell of a lot more handsome and successful, to a guy who was completely whipped. She had gotten off the gondola ahead of me and as I got off I saw her take off down the double black diamond run.

Forever my Mom, and even my Dad, had asked me when I was going to bring a girl home. I had to laugh, I brought plenty home, some even twice, but in the sea I swam in, variety came to easily and too spectacularly to consider dating, or really even dinner. I worked a ton of hours, 90-100 per week. Some people think they work that much, try it, you don't! However, my career was skyrocketing and at midnight, one or two when I met friends for a final drink or two, I was looking two blow off steam, maybe a release, a couple of hours sleep and then hitting the same grind again the next day. Dating? A girl friend? Fuck no!

It was my first vacation in a while, my buddies and I always went west, this time we went far northwest. It was Spring, but the mountains at Whisler still had good snow. She was wearing raybans, a bandana around her neck, a t-shirt, and short shorts with the best set of tan legs I had ever seen. I didn't even wait for my friends, they were wolves too, and they understood, you hunt when the hunting is good.

She fucking flew down that mountain, popping the moguls in a way that made her ass do things I would dream about for a long time. I am fast as fuck and it took me 3/4 down the mountain to catch her, as I flew by I laughed, "Follow me Bambi, we are headed to the forest!" I took a hard left and suddenly we were off trail skiing the trees, I skied aggressive as shit and she never lost contact, behind me less than 10 yards, following every slalom and cut. At the bottom we were laughing and I kicked off my skis and came up and kissed her..."I hope you're free tonight..." I smiled as the sun shined brightly on my tan face and three day beard...fuck I hope you're free every night!"

And that was that...the rest of the trip was spent more in my cabin than on the slopes, I found out she was only up for the day, there with some girlfriend I never met, guests of some of the ski instructors. Girls who look like and ski like Jamie are good for business. By the time we left, I was so fucking whipped and the last four weekends I had flown out to see her. My mom always said if I ever brought one home, I would probably marry her, and I hoped she was right.

I knocked at the door, and kissed the girl of my dreams as she opened the door. It was weird, I walked inside and there was her mom. There was the strangest connection, like an electronic. I waved if off, it was old habits, her mom was a MILF, and I tried not to let my gaze linger. "Hi, I'm Ri..." "Rick!" She said, "Uh yeah, Rick and I'm from Chi..." "cago!" She finished my statement again. Jamie walked over to her, and took her hand, she whispered, "Be careful Mom..." She teased, "he is a ma..." "Chine." Her eyes flashed at her daughter.

"I'm really glad to meet you, now I understand where Jamie gets it...how she is the only girl I have ever fallen in love with."

 

[wickedpen]

Sometimes life just sucks. Getting kicked out of Billy's "official ski instructor" lodging was a drag. I was broke with nowhere to stay, a lift ticket and one last day. It was a glorious day and the rich and famous were out for the weekend. I'll admit it, I was looking for a place to stay and if that happened to be at the best lodge with some Chicago yuppy, I was OK with that.

I dressed accordingly with my "never fail" pink shorts I stole form my mom before I left for the "semester". She thought I was at college on a full ride for skiing but in reality I had been couch and bed diving for the last few months.

I marked the "suits" as we called them. They called us "snow bunnies" and worse and the were basically good looking guys who would be fun for a weekend but they were probably going back to their wives or whatever back in a city some where.

I had been hanging at the top for a few minutes when I spotted them, four good looking guys and they were at least man enough to come up here. I dove down the mountain, perfectly timing my hop like a white tail deer flashes just before they bolt from the sights of the gun.

I lived on the mountain and had for years so when one of them actually caught me I knew I might have something special. I had read Old Man and the Sea and it was like a hard thud on your line, and you just know, it is a big one.

I followed him into the woods and then down the bottom. I was impressed and when he puled his helmet and goggle off I felt like I was looking at myself in some where mirrored universe. I fell into him as he swooped me up and kissed me, our tongues dancing even though we were complete strangers.

We had half a beer in the lodge before I was in an elevator headed to his room. This was not about anything but animal attraction and it was so mutual we strangely did not deny it.

I had borrowsed a friend's place, as though I lived there and we fucked. From Friday night until Sunday afternoon, like rabbits on meth. It was amazing. He was amazing and I was mind. body and spirit in love.

"Next weekend you should meet my mom." came out of my mouth as he stood with his bag headed back to Chicago, and a strange man in a black suit passed on the sidewalk. I was surprised I said it, and really did not want that to happen at all. I wanted to go back to Chicago and marry him and live happily ever after. But, for some reason I had.

 

[Homerun2611]

Never and I mean NEVER had I wanted a girl like this. From that first moment, it had been an pure adrenaline rush, the kind I usually only got from gambling or drinking, or used to feel taking the field on Friday nights as I pumped my arms to get the crowd going with me.

Our bodies were amazing together, and it was crazy, when I was with her, it was almost impossible for my cock to go down. It was as if magic had infiltrated my body, when I came it wasn't to end anything, no cuddling no soft kisses, just a signal to change positions and keep our sweat drenched bodies pounding each other into submission, neither ever considering "No Mas!"

By the time we checked out, the duvee, sheets, bed pad, everyting had been stripped from the bed, the head board was detached from the frame, and there were stains in places no one wold ever find or probably be able to clean. "Where the fuck have you been my whole life!" I beamed up at her as her body took one last jackhammering ride on my thick, fleshy pogo stick. "Baby this is it...one last fill up...my balls are about empty!" She took it, as she had all weekend, I had no idea how much cum I had actually deposited, and she still looked incredible.

That was when I said it, words I never imagined I'd hear and certainly not mean. "I love you...fuck me...but I do...I love your sexy ass...and I am not letting go!" The words did not scare her, and now, here I was, meeting mom. We had passed the first few awkward moments, as my every word was anticipated.

"Alysia...call me Alysia" She said, as only then did I fully capture just how fucking sexy Jamie's mother was. I had known similar, maybe not quite as fine, but similar. When you hit Rush Street at 3 AM, there are two paths to take, both motivated by urgency. There is the young drunk girl, trashy, probably a bit too young, trying to show her parents she is grown up by dressing like a whore and being taken home and fucked hard. Sometimes they are fun. But better, is the 40 year old, even fifty. Sitting alone at the bar, she probably went with girlfriends, but as they got into the Uber she explained how she had left something behind.

She had, twenty plus years of suburban morality. Likely a divorcee, she had been twenty pounds overweight when her husband left her, maybe more, but with three months of blood, sweat and tears working with Nick, or Cindy or whoever her personal trainer was, she was now back in peak form, better, harder than ever, and desperately wanting her ex husband to regret the day he walked out on her hot, admittedly hidden at the time, piece of ass.

Remember I wasn't looking for a date, dinner, tomorrow...I was looking for now, or a most the next hour...and if she was good enough, maybe grabbing two espressos in the morning to get me through my day after our impromptu all nighter. I love older women, I love how they eyed me, there was no pretense of romance, we were both predators needing to feed at night.

God, older women knew things...and I wondered if they had tried any of this on their husbands in the last ten years, if so, why did they leave? I love how they looked at my body, unashamed. How they liked to be on top so they could control the pace. They weren't in a hurry, they knew the pleasure of time, how they could use their hands, tongue, tits and bodies to drive a man to the apex of the mountain, and then have them serve them in their gratitude. It was great, one, two three hours of hedonistic, indulgent sex...and then she would roll out...not quite as hot in the mornings light, as neither was my breath as fresh or my smile as dazzling, zipping her skirt up and kissing me one last time, rarely did either of us know each other's names.

Sometimes I even saw them again, another night in the bar...we would both look away...we had enjoyed that kill...we needed new blood. "Alysia...a lovely name." I smiled. "My father actually mentioned an Alysia once, he said she was the sexiest woman he ever knew. There must be something in the name...I think she was also Canadian, maybe it is the country?" I was wondering if she had just gotten done exerting herself in some way...her skin was reddish and warm...and...I shouldn't have noticed, but could hardly not...her nipples were like bullets, her tits sill tremendous. Then I remembered she was a yoga instructor, what a way to get stretched.

"At least it is clear where Jamie gets her beauty....I hope someday I can call you Mom...or would that bother you Alysia?" Suddenly Jamie came up and slid her arm around me and ushered me into the living room of her small home. It was clear she came from a simple upbringing...I could have cared less...I was not in love with her for her money....nope...it was all the other assets she had received from her mother!

 

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"You are just about the right age..." I said to myself as he, very much like his father, began charming me from the jump, but I was distracted.

"How is your father?" I asked as he spoke about Jaime meeting him a few weeks.

I felt like the game master yet was clearly just a pawn. Even Ricky's glances down my shirt or admiring my well maintained legs and hips in my purple yoga pants as I pulled down wine glasses for us.

I sat back at the table, letting the kids relax in the living room, taking a moment to reflect on the days events. A day I felt was somehow off. The stone was still on the table and as I picked it up I was suddenly back at my parents, on that Saturday we played football.

Mom was telling me not to get messed up with married men, as I had not been so subtle how much I liked Ricky.. I was walking out in my pink shorts and felt all of the men turn and take me in. God I miss that feeling I thought as they all wanted me and all I had to do was walk out.

I dropped the stone as Jaime called me rolling her eyes as I was not as quick to respond as she expected.

"Yeah? What is it honey?" I asked covering the stone with my hand but not touching it.

"we are going to get some dinner, want to join us?" she said sounding genuine but I knew she, like I would have been, would prefer not have mom along when I was with a hot guy. Images flashed of Jaime on the bare mattress with the headboard dislodged from teh hotel wall with Rick curled over her pumping his seed into her.

"No thanks. I am going to look into something.:" I said making an excuse,, although I was going to explore this stone some more. "You two have fun." I said as they walked out the door and Ricky's tight ass drew my attention, triggering a vivid memory of the act of Jaime's conception a few hours before.

In the loft, my studio I lit a candle in the dark and sat meditating on that afternoon so long ago. My fingers sliding over the white stone in my lap.