Danny Demichael

Chapter 1

Some guys just have to look at a woman in a certain way and she'll consider whether to look back at him in a certain way.

Then there are guys at the other end of the spectrum, like lean and freckled Danny Demichael, a guy in need of a haircut who'd look at a woman in a certain way and she'd toss up whether to leave the room or have him ejected.

Some guys have it and some guys either miss out repeatedly or they get smart.

Danny, a bachelor, got smart.

In the supermarket parking lot, he saw a woman with a leg around her trolley to stop it running away and stretched and almost overbalancing at the open boot (trunk) while holding four cartons of eggs.

He could have kept in the distance watching to see the unfortunate woman came to grief or he could have ignored the incident and walked off.

Instead, Danny ran over and said, "Hi, you're in trouble. How best I help?"

"Oh, thanks. Could you hold me steady with one hand, hold the trolley with the other hand and I'll slowly straighten and improve my grip on the eggs."

Danny placed an arm around her cupping a breast, not thinking that gripping her shoulder would be less embarrassing for her, and he took hold of the trolley.

"Gotcha."

"I rather gather that," she giggled, straightened and placed the cartooned eggs into the trunk. "Um you can let go of my boob now."

"Oh, of course. I must say your breasts appear nicely contoured."

"Excuse me?"

"Your breasts, they're great."

"Oh, really?"

And forty-eight hours later Danny and Beth Kitts, who'd arranged a time to meet covertly, were having great sex. When in his arms, Beth told Danny her husband hadn't commented complimentary on her breasts in years although he still liked to slobber over them.

That incident taught Danny how to get women to look beyond his freckles and indifferent statue and reward him generously in an athletic manner. The key was to demonstrate a genuine act of kindness, with variations of course, and focus on her but not too intently.

One Sunday morning, he was walking along Basset Street when he saw a woman on a ladder cleaning roof guttering. The ladder fell away and she went with it, the ladder lodging against a tree branch at an acute angle.

He ran to attempt a rescue.

The woman yelled in despair and he jumped the low fence and was under her moments before she screamed, "I'm falling!"

He shouted, "I'll catch you."

He broke her fall and they fell to the ground and she laughed, in no way hysterically, and said, "God, I haven't been on a man in this position for months."

She invited him in for coffee and Danny learned her husband was working in Europe.

He didn't rush it.

She finally said I don't know how I can thank you enough.

He stared at her breasts; she turned pink but courageously held out her hand and led him to the bedroom.

Danny was a traffic warden for the city council, giving out parking offence tickets to errant motorists.

That meant he was an unpopular figure purely because of his chosen vocation. But even in that role, he learned that kindness can pay dividends, ending up with him between the thighs selectively of the occasional adult female.

Whirling along in his electric cart one morning, Danny found a woman signally for assistance. She was unable to start her car.

She thought it was a flat battery but he said no, the starter motor was definitely turning over the motor strongly.

"What's your petrol level?"

She checked and blurted, "Oh god, it's showing dead empty."

"Right, rest easy and I'll get a can of petrol from the service centre up ahead. I'm known there so there will be no charge for the loan container."

"Right here's five quid."

Danny returned and handed the woman a paper cup of coffee saying she probably needed that for stress. He emptied the gas into her fuel tank and then said goodbye.

"Wait," said the attractive woman in her early thirties. "You've been exceptionally kind to me. Here's my card. Come visit me for lunch this Sunday. My husband will be away."

Danny arrived at Barbara Cosgrove's substantial home on a hill with a great view over the city and she came out and said, "Hi. Look, this is awful but I've forgotten your name."

"No problem, it's Danny."

Barbara smiled and touched his shoulder lightly. "Well come in. I've been looking forward to this Danny. I think..."

Barbara's phone went. She excused herself and turned away and Danny saw by body language that it was bad news.

She came off the phone shaking. "Danny may I impose on you?"

"Sure."

"I must dash to the airport. My husband has been hurt in an accident that has wrecked his car; he's in hospital. I'm shaking too much to drive safely."

"You grab your things and off we go."

At the airport, Danny escorted her to the counter. The ticketing clerk said sorry, the flight to Barbara's destination had just closed but there would be another flight in two hours.

Barbara began crying.

Danny told the assistant the story and showed his council ID.

As the council owned the airport, the clerk made a call to her supervisor and the flight was held up for Mrs Hastings to be rushed aboard. As she was about to move off with an official, she turned and kissed Danny and said he was wonderful.

Barbara was then rushed off.

Five months later, a blonde woman who looked vaguely familiar said to the 38-year-old, "Hello Danny."

He looked closely and clicked. "Oh, hi Barbara."

"I have been looking for you. Now I've found you."

Danny grinned, snatching an approving look at her breasts. "How's your husband?"

"He died a few hours after my arrival. Thanks to you I was able to say goodbye and then he faded and was gone. Had I flown in on the later flight it would have been too late. I'm extremely grateful to you. That lucky break, engineered by you, enabled me to have closure."

"I'm pleased about that Barbara. Are you leaving this city with its unhappy memories?"

"No, there's no need for that. You see Philip didn't die here. I'm living back in the house and all his things have gone. I'm saying to you hello, not goodbye. Will you dine out with me tonight?"

"Yes, of course. I'd like that very much."

That outing with Barbara went well and next evening Danny was at Barbara's home for dinner. She'd asked him to come early and he'd find her in the pool.

"Hi," she said. "I really enjoyed myself last night. That's the changing room over there."

Danny entered the water and Barbara swam over and gently kissed him, taking her time about it.

"How was that?"

He grinned and told her she kissed beautifully.

She appeared to like him saying that and that pleased him because she was recently widowed and he had no idea how to treat her, except to stand off and keep his hands to himself. He had to remember she was in a delicate situation, returning to dating after losing her husband so tragically.

He said, "Let's swim some lengths. I love swimming."

"Me too."

Then did ten leisurely lengths and stopped in the shallow end. She came against him again.

"What do you think of my body?"

"It's okay."

She laughed, flashing very white teeth and she showed her tongue.

"Only all right?"

"It's gorgeous."

"Oh, thank you sir. Would you like to see it?"

He nodded and she smiled, catching his huge swallow by the extreme movement of his Adam's apple.

She stared at him with a fixed faint smile, pulling down her slippery-look black swimsuit, she finished by kicking it aside.

"Now what do you see?"

"Great tits, really beautifully sculptured. And only a wisp of hair."

"Do you like your women haired or without?"

"I'm not fussed."

"What is your preference Danny?"

"Just a little hair like you have is perfect."

"Ooh."

Barbara reached across, smiling at him, and undid the string tie of his baggy shorts. She then began pulling the garment down until she complained, I don't think I can get them over this big lump."

She was joking of course.

Barbara pushed his erection down and the shorts slipped over that area without a problem. She ducked under the water and pulled them right down to allow him to step out of them, one foot at the time. His hand was now on her butt, resting on it but his fingers were not wandering towards the prize that lay just out of sight.

Danny was breathing through his mouth and his breathing quickened when she came come closer, now with her head just clear of the surface. She lifted his erection high and sucked around until she had a testicle in her mouth and rolled it around.

At that point Danny's unbelieving mind accepted he was about to be fucked. Well, the poor woman hadn't had it for weeks, had she?

* * *

Danny Demichael had grown up in a poor neighbourhood.

His dad, the disgraced son of a financially struggling aristocrat, worked on railways line maintenance as a supervisor and his mom was had been a nurse until Danny came along. When he was nine months old, she died of a blood clot. Danny was then moved into institutional care and never saw his father again.

He received a reasonable education and when he turned eighteen, the principal at a 'home', where the youngster had been a resident for most of his life, found him work as a kitchen hand at a restaurant and secured a cheap room in a seedy boarding house. Finally, in his last act of kindness, the superintendent of the orphanage, opened a bank account for Danny with a credit of £150.

Danny was then on his own.

Blue eyes under a mop of curly brown hair and a lean body, were in Danny's favour. But he was too reserved to attract lively girls. The outgoing females he associated with found him.

Bored young women living in and working in the kitchen at the orphanage, had introduced him to sex and at the restaurant he moved up a grade because bored young college women earning money as waitresses or bar staff found Danny was very capable of removing boredom. They also discovered he had remarkable staying power, not like some of the college guys who were five-minute (or less) fizzers.

The interaction with these young women who wandered into the kitchen and would seek to couple with him, invariably talked to him about things other than sex, expanding Danny's general knowledge greatly.

He also learned about what women thought about men. From that, he gained encouragement to reveal his feelings and that led to greater interaction and even more attention from women.

Women also taught him more about cooking, how to live intelligently on his meagre income and about personal hygiene and counselled that he'd have to lift his income and accommodation level if he wanted a good woman to move in with him.

At that point, Danny was getting so much sex he didn't see the point of focusing on only one woman.

When the absentee owner sold the business, the new owner was a sharp-tongued woman who was all about all work and no talk, allowing Danny to learn about another type of woman.

After two weeks of the shrew, he quit without sensibly finding another job first. With his money supply dwindling, he boarded a train and left for a distant city and on arrival for the first time in his life found himself really alone.

But on the second day he found a job at a vehicle dealership washing and grooming vehicles. There were two other groomers, losers he thought, and soon he was top of the heap and was assigned to work on the vehicles of businessmen who tipped well and there were the occasionally bored women, usually dyed blondes, who were interested in another kind of tip.

With extending experience, Danny learned about amateur whores, some of whom were willing to tip him for service delivered in the back seat with the car parked in a secluded area.

A regular woman, who invited personal attention from Danny whenever having her car serviced, eventually told Danny he should better himself. Linda nagged him about his lack of ambition.

One day when they chatted while waiting to energize to go once more, he asked what she meant about lack of ambition and Linda introduced him to the concept she called 'move on and move up', meaning each time he found a new job it should be better than his last one.

A month later Danny moved on and found the theory was great but in practice it was not without problems.

In this new move, he was working in a windscreen replacement shop. On day two, his supervisor pulled him into a corner of the workshop and told him to unbuckle. Danny kicked the guy in the nuts and fled town, chalking up a near-unsavoury experience.

He arrived in Northampton and could only find work only as a car valet because he'd had proof of experience in that field. On his second week, he met another a similar-thinking woman to Linda named Shirley, and she particularly liked the standard of his extra service.

Shirley's husband managed a department at the city council and she pushed Danny to apply for a traffic warden's position. That was seven years ago. Shirley left town when her husband won a higher-level job at another city, moving on and up, as they say.

Danny had acquired the skill to cultivate the attention of women possessing a sense of adventure and, after their first encounter, he was usually successful in interesting them in return visits.

They included divorcees and women on trial separations who emotionally often were rather a pain, and understandably so, considering the threat to their preferred life of stability. He developed the technique of finding women in other kinds of dilemmas and assisted where he could and perhaps one in a dozen or so 'rescues' resulted in the grateful women inviting him to slide between their thighs.

Of course, some of the 'rescued' women were elderly with yellow teeth and bags under their eyes but fortunately they were a minority among females indulging in an exchange of sexual favours.

And now, he faced a more complex situation: the grateful Barbara was in a class of her own, making her far too good for him. But she seemed determined to thank him properly, in the way she thought he'd like, and she was not wrong about that.

* * *

In the pool waiting for Danny to arrive, Barbara though how lovely this unlikely guy, a traffic warden, had proven to be. She's really enjoyed herself with him the previous evening and had become aware after a few drinks her nipples were up and she was twitching, ready for sex.

That hadn't surprised her because she'd gone looking for someone like him, a guy who could deliver sex on the side to top up, so to speak. She didn't wish to go after any of her husband's friends or sons of her girlfriends.

The pool guy had attempted to come on strongly but was brushed aside was an asshole by Barbara and the bachelor two properties along from her had a beard. But she'd endured been scrubbed by that beard for a couple of times when near-desperate need for manly attention. She hated beards as much as she hated people who smoked around her. Therefore, she was delighted when she reunited with Danny.

Before meeting Danny, Barbara, who worked as a nurse-manager in a private operating theatre, was very interested when the darkly handsome Dr Philip Hastings joined the team at the clinic. Currently, without male company, Barbara decided to make a move on Dr Hastings.

She remained embarrassed at the way she began it: she baked him a cake.

The guy was missing his homeland of South Africa and friends and his eyes had glistened when Barbara handed him the cake. He appeared so tender that Barbara melted and, of course, became an easy target.

After a year they married and before long Barbara became suspicious there were other women in his life sexually but as his career was on the upward spiral, she was comfortable with that as long as it remained only a suspicion.

Six months before his accidental death, it was agreed she should leave work and they try for their first baby.

Barbara was approaching her 32nd birthday so was keen to become pregnant.

However, six months later her husband Philip died hours after a road accident when he was returning home from a regional medical conference. The clinic's insurance company paid out on his accidental death in the course of his employment and Philip had a £2.5 million personal accident policy and that money had been paid over to Barbara.

Although failing to become pregnant, Barbara still wished to birth at least one baby but was not keen on marriage, at least for the time being. When by chance she came across Danny again, she thought oh great, he could be the unsuspecting sperm donor through direct injection without him being aware of her intent of achieving motherhood.

She had a girlfriend working in the legal department at the council. She supplied details about Danny, the most important finding that brought a smile to Barbara's face was the information: 'Lives alone; never married'.

That late afternoon as Barbara in the pool waved at the approaching Danny and patted her pussy, she murmured "Now you beautifully shaven darling you be very good to Danny. Keep him interested and we'll not need the dildo and vibrators for a while."

Barbara planned to have Danny move in with her for a year or until she became pregnant, whichever date came sooner. She knew he was a good fuck, relaxed in her company and conversed well.

She prepared to move in on her prey slowly but relentlessly. She needed him to coat her internally with semen and he could do so as often as he liked. As yet, she remained uninformed about the times she was unlikely to conceive by why bother finding out, instead just encourage almost endless sex until it happened.

She called to Danny, pointing, "I really enjoyed myself last night. That's the changing room over there."

She wisely thought to go at it slowly, and go through all the preliminaries. If she rushed at it and appeared to be intently having him fire all his loads into her depths, he could become suspicious of her over-ardent behaviour.

Breathing heavily to regain her breath, face red through running out of breath under water, Barbara swept her hair back with both hands, aiming to get clear water from her face and knowing the action would thrust her breasts at him.

"What would you like to do now?"

She knew that being up against his cock and after practically chewing one of his balls that her nipples would be up, confirmed by the slight bulging of his eyes.

"I-I don't know. I don't want to push you."

"I want your cock in me Danny. I'm missing being fucked terribly."

Christ, he was now looking sympathetic. What more could she want?

He lifted her out of the pool, her legs left to dangle over the tiled coping. Anticipating what was about to happen she spread her legs, feeling the cooler air against her warm pussy and knowing the moisture around its entrance would not be all pool water.

"Oh, what lovely breasts," Danny purred, massaging both tits gently.

She had the great urge to fall on to him and shriek, 'Fuck me' but the smart thing was to let him think this was his show.

They talked about her breasts and Barbara felt compelled to tell Danny she loved them and that prolonged the diversion. She couldn't believe just how pleased he seemed to be with them. She leaned forward and he turned up his face and they kissed, mouths opened and their tongues touched.

With great relief Barbara felt a finger enter her, and it wasn't hers! By the time they broke about from their tonguing, he had two fingers working and he lowered his head to circle her clit exquisitely and then to lap at dribbling juice and then enter the gap made by his busy fingers.

She was in heaven, he was better at this than she'd expected. Obviously, he'd been building up experience at seduction. Good boy.

Her juices were now mixed with his saliva and as she felt some of that run down between her butt cheeks, she felt his fingers exit her cunt and slide down the elongated crack. When a finger touched her butt hole, Barbara felt she was almost levitating.