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We drive back to the hotel, and as I open her door, she begins handing me packages.

“Tonight?” I say. “Now?”

“Please? Pretty please? For me?”

“It’ll take us five, maybe six trips,” I say. “Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

I go in the hotel, and look for one of the luggage carts the hotel provides. I find one, but it has no sides, and will probably be more of a hassle than a convenience. Another idea…

I find the front desk clerk, and pay him twenty bucks to go get me one of the big plastic tubs that housekeeping uses to put dirty linen in when they clean the rooms. He wheels it out to me, and I roll it out to the truck. Jennifer ends up having to carry a few bags while I push the cart - there’s so much stuff it won’t all fit in the tub.

We take the elevator up to our room, and pile everything on and around the bed closest to the door. I put the laundry tub out in the hallway, call the clerk to tell him he can pick it up, and thank him for letting me use it.

Jennifer pulls off her jacket, and begins to go through bags of merchandise. I watch her for a minute and say, “I’m going to get a shower, I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

I turn the water on, get the temperature right, and climb in, after making sure the bathroom door is locked – I don’t think I could handle another passionate encounter with Jennifer today. I lather, rinse, towel off, and put on my baggy sleep shorts. Emerging from the bathroom, I look at her, deeply engrossed in her new wardrobe. She smiles and blows me a kiss as I pass in front of her - I smile back at her and silently pad by. I sit down on the edge of the other bed, and look out the big sliding glass door. A line of clouds is visible off on the horizon, and it looks like a storm front is moving in.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine, just looking out the window. It looks like rain.” 

She says nothing; she’s busy with her new clothes.

I turn on the television, and flip to the weather channel. ‘Rain starting early Sunday morning, and continuing all day Sunday,’ it says. It’s gotten cool in the room, so I think I’ll get under the covers to stay warm. I flip through the channels on the TV, but nothing interesting is on, and my eyelids start to get heavy. 

The last thing I remember is a voice saying, “What about this, John? Do you think this matches?”

CHAPTER FIVE

I wake up, cause I have to pee. “10:03” says the clock radio on the nightstand. I empty my full bladder, and shuffle quietly back to the bed. I notice that all of her new clothes are neatly folded and stacked in little piles on the other bed and the sofa. “That’s one squared away sailor,” as I hazily remember something from another life.

Shuffling over to the sliding glass door, I pull back the curtain and look outside. The sky is overcast, and rain is pummeling down. As I crawl back under the covers, I glance over in the bed next to me. Jennifer is laying there with her back to me, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders, and snoring softly. 

I put my hand out, lightly rub and pat the cheek of her firm, curvaceous butt for a second, roll over on my back, and fall asleep again.

I dream I’m back in the Navy, and I’m at sea. We catch a dark haired mermaid with big brown eyes, and she wants to have sex with me. We do, and the feeling is great, very delightful. So delightful that I sleepily awaken and open my eyes.

Jennifer is astride me, sliding her velvety smooth snatch up and down on my already awake cock. I watch her for a moment, enthralled by what I see. She is wearing a silky, champagne-colored negligee that envelops her curvy body about to the top of her thighs. Two thin straps hold it up, and a gossamer brocade of silk and lace partially covers her pendulous breasts. Her big brown areolas are just visible behind the inviting veil, and her nipples press firmly against the lace. The front is low cut, and displays an abundant expanse of her ample bosom. “I don’t remember buying this, she must have bought this when we were leaving the mall,” I think.

Her tousled dark brown hair frames her gorgeous face, the pearl necklace reflects its luster in the soft light, and the delicate fragrance of her perfume fills my nose. She is a picture of feminine beauty, a goddess, Aphrodite – and she is pleasuring herself with my body.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Shhhhh…” she whispers, placing her fingers delicately on my lips. “Listen… Hear the rain?”

The rain beats a polyrhythmic tempo against the glass of the sliding door, and reminds me of another night, not so long ago, not so far away.

Her body moves as fluidly as the rain, as she strokes her juicy pussy on my engorged cock. Her eyes are closed, and she effortlessly raises and lowers herself on my dick. Up and down she slides her sweetness on me, rolling her hips, and making my cock slither about inside her luscious pussy. 

Silently, I move my hands over her body, feeling her shapely and firm legs, her tight butt cheeks, her back, her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. I rub my hands over her hourglass figure again and again, feeling the sensuous touch of her skin, the ripe fullness of her breasts, the tight muscles of her thighs as she skewers herself on my dick.

Her well-lubricated snatch is hotter than a volcano, and I can feel streams of molten lava flow out of it and drench my balls as she lustily indulges her wanton desires. I see her imposing tits lazily undulating as she satisfies herself with my cock, and I delicately caress them through the silky negligee. 

I move my hands up, and gently pull down the material covering her left breast. It frees itself from its confines, and presents itself to me. I swirl my tongue around the hard, bullet-like nipple and greedily suck it into my mouth.

“Ummmmm…” Jennifer says almost inaudibly. Her hand moves to the back of my head, and she begins running her fingers through my hair, as she pulls my head onto her enormous tit. There’s no milk in it anymore, but I still continue to suckle and nurse the nipple like there was – pulling gently on the teat with my lips, running my tongue over the nipple and blowing cool air on it before I resume sucking on it.

Jennifer says nothing, but just continues to silently work her sexual magic on my pulsing hardness.

I continue to move my hands over her body, and as I move a hand across her thigh, I feel one of her hands on mine. I automatically know what she wants, and I slip my fingers into where our bodies are joined together. I feel her rigid clit, and I lightly massage and stimulate it with my fingers, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her voluptuous body.

Jennifer grinds her over-stimulated clit against my fingers with an urgency that is timeless, and as I pull my lips away from her luscious tit, I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, she’s biting her lower lip, and she is completely captive to the feeling that I’m providing her.

I hear her breathing become deeper and more ragged, and her hips seem to be moving of their own accord, as she continues to pump my twitching prick into her syrupy snatch, and grinds her sensitive clit onto my hand. 

With a final gasp, I feel her pussy begin to involuntarily quiver and spasm around my deeply embedded cock. Her muscles tense, as she pushes her juicy pussy down on my cock, burying it in her as deeply as she can. Hot streams of nectar cascade from her pussy and coat my balls with their warmth.

She shudders two, three, four times, and slowly begins to breathe again. Her face, her entire body is aglow with sexual pleasure, and it makes me feel good to know that I can provide her with such physical gratification. 

As her orgasm subsides, Jennifer slips off of me, and lies down beside me on the bed. Her arm drapes over my chest, and her head is next to my ear. I lay there, looking at the ceiling – thinking about how I feel towards her, and I hear her softly say, “I love you, John. I love you so very much!”

Like a dam bursting open, the words rush out of my mouth, “I love you too, Jennifer! I love you too!”

She raises up, moves over, and kisses me full on the lips. I feel her tongue on my lips, and as I open my mouth, I feel her talented tongue slip inside. Our tongues intertwine, and we kiss, and kiss, and kiss some more. I put my arms around her, and draw her closer to me, pressing her lips fully into mine. 

Thousands of pent-up emotions flow throughout my body. My brain is awash in a sea of conflicting feelings, until suddenly I stop and pull my head back. “No, I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t do this. I spent six months looking for you, and now that I’ve found you this weekend, I’m going to have to leave you. I can’t let myself get attached to you, because you’ll break my heart again,” I say.

“Again?”

“When you left me that night, I wished you’d walk back to me, and I was so sad that you were leaving…”

“You’re not the only one,” Jennifer says.

“What do you mean?” 

“When I left you, all I could hear in my head was what you’d said to me about finding someone that would treat me the way I wanted to be treated, and how I deserved to be happy. Somehow I felt close to you, and I thought you felt the same way too. I walked across the street, but all I wanted to do was to get back in the truck with you. I went in the store, stopped for a bit, and walked back out the door. You were driving off, so I went back in to get Anthony’s beer, and you know the rest.”

“Why didn’t you come back?” I ask quietly. “Why didn’t you?”

“Afraid, I guess,” she says softly. “Afraid that someone as nice as you wouldn’t want a girl like me. Afraid of rejection, afraid of failure, afraid of the unknown, just afraid.”

“So was I,” I say. “And look what happened.”

“I’d sit in jail and think,” Jennifer says. “I’d think about how sweet you were to me, and I’d think about what you’d done that caused me to be there. I couldn’t understand it - it was like Jeckyl and Hyde. Somehow I knew that if I’d walked back to your truck, things would have been different, and I wouldn’t have lost you.”

“And now I’m going to leave you again. I’ll be heading out to California on Monday, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again, if ever.”

“Well,” she says, staring at me tenderly with those deep dark eyes, “That might not be a problem. I’ve decided I’d like to go with you.”

“Go with me?” I ask stupefied. “Why wouldn’t you stay here?”

“Why should I?” she says. “There’s nothing for me here. I have no job, no apartment, no family, nothing. I have a chance to end this part of my life and start a new life with you, if you’ll let me…” as her voice trails off.

“But…”

“The truck is big enough for the two of us, isn’t it? You’re not married, and neither am I. There’s no reason I couldn’t go with you, unless you don’t want me.”

“Of course I want you!” I say, while Jennifer easily raises her long, shapely leg up over my abdomen, moves up, and sits on my stomach. “But what about our…”

“What about our what – our age differences? That you’re old enough to be my father? All I know is this - I love you, and you love me. You’re good to me, you care about me, and you try to make me happy. That’s all any girl could want, nothing else matters.”

A beatific smile begins to cross my face as she continues, “Remember what you said about life’s too short to be unhappy, and I should find someone that makes me happy? That’s you, John. You’re all I’ve ever wanted…”

I say nothing, but my eyes are growing moist. She looks at me, smiles sweetly, gently brushes my hair back, and says, “Besides, you owe me.”

“Owe you what?” I say, somewhat taken aback. 

“I had a boyfriend, but he’s gone and now I have you,” she says. “I had a place of my own and a car, and now I don’t.”

“You want me to buy you an apartment and a car?”

“No, I want more. You owe me more. You owe me a baby.”

“A baby?”

“Yes, a baby,” she softly says. “I was going to have a baby then I lost it. I want to have a baby, and you’re going to give it to me.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to be a fa…” I manage to say before Jennifer places her fingers over my lips. She lowers her face so that our noses are almost touching, and our eyes are only inches apart.

“I want to have a baby,” she says matter-of-factly, as she stares intently at me with her deep dark eyes. “And you’re going to give it to me.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are,” she declares. “Then you are going to give me a second one, so the first one will have someone to play with!”

“Two?” I ask, momentarily stunned.

“At least… maybe more.”

“Go on,” I say, mesmerized by those big mahogany eyes, and beginning to love the sound of my new life. “Tell me more…”

While Jennifer has been telling me my future, she has positioned herself so that her rubbery pussy lips are just touching the head of my dick. She sits up, and scoots herself down so that my cock slips inside of her luscious pussy, and softly says, “You are going to make love to me and get me pregnant. You are going to make love to me and keep me satisfied when my hormones run wild while I’m pregnant. And, when my breasts get heavy ‘cause they’re full of milk, you are going to nurse them so they don’t hurt. Or…”

She’s been moving her slippery pussy slowly up and down my hard shaft, but she stops suddenly. The head of my cock is buried inside her liquid warmth, but the rest of it is exposed to the cool air, and the feeling is exquisite.

“Don’t tease me,” I whisper throatily. “Please don’t…”

She slowly works her oily snatch down my pole and whispers, “You can get me pregnant, or…” as she lifts up and stops again with the only the tip inside her.

“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t do…”

“You can take care of me and love me, or…” as again she maneuvers her warm and juicy pussy down and back up deliberately, leaving just the head in her wonderful warmth.

“Oh please, Jennifer!” I plead, writhing and bucking my hips, trying to thrust all of my painfully throbbing cock inside her sugary-sweet snatch. “Please let me…”

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast,” she coos, while pushing down on my abdomen. “How ‘bout it, Daddy? More of this?” as she leisurely slides her pussy down my throbbing dick, rolls her hips, and slides back up and stops. “Or this?” as she sits motionless with just the head inside in her hot, wet pussy.

“Ohgawd, please!” I deliriously moan. “I can’t stan…” 

“Hmmmmm? ’Yes’ or ‘No’? Are you going to give me what I want?” she says softly as she slowly works her succulent hole down my dick again, rolls her hips a couple of times, and slowly works her way back up. “Or not?” as she stops.

My prick is about to explode from the excruciatingly wonderful torture she’s inflicting on it. “Yes, yes, oh God, YES!” I shout. “I’ll give you your babies, I’ll give you whatever you want! I’ll love you for the rest of my life!” as I grab her waist, and impale her on my twitching cock.

“I know you will!” she smiles happily.

Jennifer begins sliding her syrupy softness up and down and rolling her hips, making her velvety cunt touch all the right places. Her luscious pussy is massaging my aching and overheated shaft, and her oily juices are flowing freely, bathing and soothing my cock with her balmy nectar.

She leans forward so that her magnificent tits are dangling above my chest and her long dark brown hair tickles my face, while she looks longingly into my eyes. “Ummmm…” she whispers, as she gently strokes her wonderful pussy up and down my cock, in and out of her heavenly warmth. “Come for me, John. Make love to me and make me pregnant. Come in my pussy and give me a baby. Come in me and give me your baby, our baby…”

“Ohhhhh…” I moan, “Here comes your baby!” My hands pull her hips down as I arch my back and try to push my throbbing prick as far as I can inside her divine pussy. Jets of come blast out of the tip of my aching cock and flood her box with my jizz. She lowers her head and kisses me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth as I climax inside her welcoming pussy. A spurt, another spurt, and another spurt rocket their way into her steamy snatch, as her pussy squeezes around my cock, encouraging my furiously throbbing balls to give her every last drop. My insides feel like they’re turning to liquid, and shooting out of my cock into her welcoming pussy. I continue coming until there’s nothing left, and I collapse back on the bed, thoroughly, totally, completely, physically and emotionally spent.

Jennifer slips gracefully off of my limp prick and lies down next to me again, with her head on my arm. I reach over and pull her closer, and she snuggles against me. I run my hand down her back, and stop with my hand cupping a cheek of her firm, round butt.

“I love you John,” she whispers softly, as her hand gently caresses my face. “I’m so glad we’re together.”

“How did I get so lucky?” I think to myself.

As I lay there slowly regaining my senses, she says, “Will I like Carlsbad?”

“Yes, I think you will. It’s a pretty little town, the weather is nice, and I have a wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean from my living room.”

“It sounds nice!” she says. “How long will it take us to drive to southern California?”

“If we leave tomorrow, we should be there late Thursday night, Friday morning maybe…”

“What is today’s date?” 

“It’s Sunday the seventeenth,” I say. 

I can hear her softly counting, and feel her fingers on my chest as she counts the days, “Eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth, twenty-first, twenty-second…” 

A pause as she thinks, then says, “I should start ovulating Thursday or Friday. I’ll be fertile next weekend. I’ll let you rest until we get to California, but when we get home you’d better be ready for next weekend - you’ve got a lot of work to do… Daddy!” she says, with her sexy, mischievous smile.

“Dear God,” I say, “What have I done to myself?” as I smile broadly. “Oh well, at least I’ve still got some Viagra.”

“You don’t need Viagra when you’ve got me!” Jennifer whispers while she kisses me on the lips.

“I love you Jennifer!” I whisper back as I put my arms around her and hug her close. “Let’s get dressed and go find a nice brunch buffet somewhere.”

“Do you think they’ll have little breakfast sausages?” she giggles, with a naughty twinkle in her dark eyes.

“Jennifer, you are so bad!” I say lovingly, as I shake my head. “You are such a bad girl!”

“I know!” she says, as her devilish grin lights up her beautiful face. “That’s why you love me!”

EPILOGUE

We were married seven years and have four children ago, and I love her more everyday. Our lives are great, our sex life is fantastic, and we couldn’t be happier. Sitting next to my computer as I write this is a little, clear plastic, paperweight that I had specially made. Inside of it is one small item – a cherry stem tied in an overhand knot. And Jennifer was right… I don’t need Viagra, I’ve got her!