Ann A Love Story Ch 17

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Ann was in the passenger seat beside me, sifting through the photos I'd just taken of our intense sexual encounters in the parking garage, watching one of them develop before eyes. I was carefully winding the car down the ramps to street level, on our way to find a place to eat. I'd made a quick decision based on what we'd just done. I switched out cassettes, putting in my copy of Whitesnake's

1987

album. She smirked, and started tapping foot to the start of

Cryin' in the Rain

While we were stopped at the booth so I could pay the attendant, she said, "Holy shit! These are really hot!"

I don't think she realized the guy was listening, but I loved it that when she looked up, she didn't care. She just kept looking at the pictures of her getting royally drilled by my fat cock. As we pulled away from the garage, She sank back in her seat and stared out the passenger window. The pictures were still in her hand, and she was fiddling with them as she watched us drive through the heart of downtown Fort Wayne.

"That might be the hottest thing I've ever done," she sighed out loud, although it seemed like she was saying it more to herself.

"Glad to help," I said as I turned the car to head north, toward the mall. There were lots of great restaurants in Fort Wayne, including a couple close by to where we were. But there were many more options around the large shopping center. I figured if we headed in that direction, we'd find a place that was agreeable to both of us. "So, if that wasn't it, what would have been hotter?"

"Take your pick. Pretty much anything I've done this week with you is the entire list. This has been the best vacation a lonely girl could have."

"Lonely. You don't strike me as the lovelorn type, Ann. I find it hard to believe a girl like you would ever be lonely."

She thought about her answer for a moment, still staring out the side window. She seemed to be reflecting on something that weighed her down.

Turning to look straight ahead, she spoke quietly. "When I dumped Ray after he screwed me over, I fucked around at first. Quite a bit, if I'm going to be totally honest with you. I think it was to prove to myself that I didn't need him. Plus, I was horny. But eventually, it got old... I definitely wasn't ready for anything serious. So, I threw myself even deeper into work. Retail is so demanding, anyway. I worked about sixty hours a week when I had a boyfriend. After I left Ray, I was up to seventy. When I decided to work instead of using time to fuck, it was eighty. I was there every day. Besides,

it's my store, so if anything's going wrong, I have to fix it."

"Don't you have good people working for you?"

"Yeah, but I guess I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I tend to handle too much myself. I've never been that great at delegating. I told you before, I have a million dollar store, even though we're one of the smaller ones in the entire chain. That means a lot to me. I take my work seriously."

"So, you stopped dating?"

"Let's be serious. I wasn't dating. I was serial fucking. The guys are so selfish I rarely had sex with someone twice. But yeah, I pretty much stopped. But again, if I'm honest about it... the actual reason I quit and started working like I am now is because I had to move. I was living in the same neighborhood where Ray lives, and I kept running into Margaret... the bitch he... the woman he can't get out of his system. I got tired of competing for a man that wasn't smart enough to see she was using him, popping back into his life every time the relationship she was in failed. So between work, and where I live now, it's... been hard."

"What do you mean... where do you live?"

"Well, it's not my house. And it's different from any other place I've ever lived."

"Is it about your roommates?"

"No.

God

no... Chad and Dana are great. But she has two young girls from her first marriage, and that's a lot of work for them. I kind of just stay in the background when I'm there. I spend a lot of time alone in my room. It seems like when I'm not working, I'm sleeping."

"So, you're not happy?"

"I really don't know. Which I guess is telling, since I don't know the answer to that question. I just know I'm tired. I keep telling myself I have to get a life. And for this week, I've had one...

an incredible

one. I'm not looking forward to going back to work, I can tell you that. But I know I have to. I have a lot of people counting on me."

"Yeah, but

can you

count on you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, it just seems to me that if you're putting so much energy into making sure everyone else has a life, it wouldn't be too much to ask that you make sure you have one yourself," I said as I glanced over at her.

She sighed, and said, "I suppose. Sometimes I feel trapped. I'm in this job, and I have to work a lot anyway, because it's so expensive to live in California. I can't afford to live on my own. I've always had roommates. It can all be so overwhelming. I'd love to have a life... well, I have a life. Just not a very exciting one. I'd love to be able to live a little and enjoy myself more. That's why this week has been so special, Neil."

"So, why don't you enjoy yourself more?"

"That's a good question. I guess right now, besides the job, it's my living arrangement. I'm not comfortable bringing guys home to Dana's with her girls there. When I was younger, and I was partying a lot, I really didn't put much thought into where I'd have sex. I'm not sure I even want to talk about those days, because

I do not

come off looking good."

"Seriously? You?" I questioned, because it seemed so out of character from the woman sitting beside me.

"So you were a Saint in college, I take it."

"Well, no."

"I spent the better part of two years of my early twenties partying every weekend after work. It was right after I moved out of Aunt Helen and Uncle Marty's place, and it was my first taste of real freedom."

"I can relate. That was college for me. I partied a lot."

"This is California, Neil. It's different there."

"Again, I'm not a Saint."

"Again, different."

"What?"

"I was doing more than smoking pot and drinking beer. I've done cocaine. I didn't like it, but I did it. Instead I got hooked on speed. I was taking it daily, because I was only sleeping a few hours a night. And at parties on the weekends I took a different kind, and mixed it with hard liquor. Your girlfriend would become a party slut. It was like She-Hulk coming out. I was honest with you about never having a multiple orgasm before I met you. But I've had more than one in a night. I was just with multiple guys to do it. I'm not proud of it, but I'm also not ashamed, if that makes sense. I am who I am because of those experiences. But I'd also be a much different woman if Eric hadn't literally pulled me out of a room and saved me from myself."

"Eric?"

She bashfully looked at the floor. "He was a football player. For the Niners."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Long story. I really don't --"

"You don't have to."

"Thanks, baby. Anyway, he got me out and got me off the speed. I'm... how did we even get to this part of my life?"

"You were saying you're not having sex anymore."

"Ha! Yeah, until you came into my life."

"Pretty sure I came inside you, but whatever," I smirked.

"Funny. I'm saying I went from that crazy sex life... to literally none. And now I'm having the actual time of my life with the best sex I've ever had, and I'm about to get on a plane tomorrow and fly back to... I don't even want to think about it. Where I live now is an issue. I'm never that comfortable going to a guy's place anymore. So until I can find a place to live with some girls that are single, I'm kind of stuck where I'm at. Having kids in the house really changed things."

"Yeah. You know, I have the same problem. I can't bring a girl home because my roommates have a kid, too. Oh, wait... I'm their kid."

She laughed, and I had to chuckle a little myself. Our plights were making us both lonely, and having each other to hold onto for the week had taken us far away from those circumstances. It was a nice respite from the doldrums of our normal everyday existence.

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We were nearing the area around the mall, and I was hungry. But I was also trying to be a good boyfriend. I could think of a dozen places off the top of my head where we could go, with all different kinds of cuisine options. Yet, I didn't know what Ann might like. So I asked her if she had any preference.

"You know, I don't need anything fancy tonight. Do they have some kind of burger joint nearby?"

I knew just the place. There was a Cheddar's restaurant literally right next to the mall, and they had incredible burgers. We pulled into their parking lot a couple of minutes later, and went in to get in line. The girl at the podium told us we would have about a ninety minute wait, which wasn't all that unusual for a Saturday night at the dinner rush hour in Fort Wayne. Any place that was good enough to want to eat would have at least an hour wait, so leaving and finding another place was never a good option. The best bet was always to go with your first choice, and stick it out.

I asked the girl if we could put in our name and leave, and come back in a little over an hour, so we wouldn't have to just stand there. She happily said yes, knowing that two less people in a crowded front lobby would at least make it slightly less congested. So, I gave her my name, asked for non-smoking, and we headed back out.

"So, what are we going to do for the next ninety minutes? I'm not really interested in going to the mall.

I spend my entire life

in a mall," Ann said, trying to steer me away from the obvious choice to kill time.

"I thought we'd play a little golf," I smiled, pointing to my left.

Diagonally across the street from the restaurant, there was a Putt-Putt Golf and Games. I'd been there a hundred times with friends. Being that it was turning into another beautiful evening, it was a perfect way to have some fun and still be near the restaurant. We got into the car, and we waited at the light for it to turn green.

Ann looked over at me and asked sincerely, "Do you think I should put my other shoes on?"

"That's up to you. Are you going to try to do well at the game, or are you going to try to turn me and every other guy that will be there on."

She grinned and crossed her legs, bouncing her sexily encased foot in front of me. I knew where her mind was, and I felt myself getting a little hard again. I loved it that she wanted to continue to toy with me, and try to drive me wild. She was as competitive as I was, but she shelved any idea of trying to win at a silly golf game, and put her efforts towards winning an entirely different game. Of course, if she won at that game of flirting, we were both really going to win in the long run.

Getting out of the car, I grabbed the regular camera.

"Not taking the instant one?" she said with a naughty grin.

"Do you want me to?"

"I think

you might want me

to," she said as she played with her zipper again.

Never one to argue with a woman that's right, I grabbed both cameras and we headed off.

She picked a yellow golf ball, telling me she needed to match her outfit. I grabbed a blue one, telling her that I had to match my other balls, which were likey turning that color with the way I thinking about her. She giggled, and we started. With all the stuff we were carrying, I never bothered to pick up a scorecard or one of those little pencils.

We were having a great time, just goofing around and trying to make each other laugh. That wasn't hard, since we were both in a silly mood, and everything we said or did was making each other crack up. There were three golf courses at that particular Putt-Putt, and while the place was swamped, I chose the one I knew woulf provide the opportunity for some seclusion from time to time.

Using the normal camera, I took several shots of her, and she of me. She was toying with me, her zipper down past her breasts to expose a lot of flesh. I was naturally attracted to her tan lines, which I found incredibly sexy. When she would bend over to putt, I'd take a shot of her wonderful ass sticking out, or her chest pushing into the thin fabric of the jumpsuit, making her nipples even harder.

When we got to a place where we were alone for a couple of moments, she grabbed me by the arm to get my attention. Pulling me to her, she kissed me deeply and said, "Quick, take a couple while we have the chance!"

She yanked her zipper all the way down and pulled the opening wide to expose her tits so that the zipper was on the outside of each of them. Bending over to putt, she took a sexy stance and made sure her pert breasts were in view between her arms. I got low and quickly snapped two pictures and put them in my pocket to develop.

She stood upright and looked around, and pulled a nipple to her mouth. I was only able to get one picture of her doing that, but I was pretty sure that it was a photo just for me anyway. Putting her breasts away, I pouted a little as she zipped up her dress.

"Don't worry baby, I'll let you play with them later if you're a good boy," she said as she patted my cheek.

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Our erotic adventures at the Putt-Putt were over, since there were no more private areas where we could have some fun. I took a few more sexy pictures of Ann with her clothes in place, and we even had an older gentleman take a picture of the two of us. He was a little bewildered that we had two different kinds of cameras, but he didn't say anything as he took a photo of us at the end of our round.

We still had a little time before we had to get back to the restaurant, so I told Ann I needed to make a quick stop into the mall. There were two pictures left on the roll, and as we got to an entrance near where I needed to go, I had Ann get out and pose next to my car.

"Lower you zipper, and show me as much as you can without actually exposing yourself," I said, hoping she would comply.

"Why? What are you doing?"

"I need to take two more pictures to finish up the roll, and I thought I'd give the guy that's going to develop them as good a view as he could ever get, since they don't develop nudes."

She smiled and lowered that infamous black zipper one more time to just above the hair line of her pubic strip. She pulled the front opening as wide as she could, making sure she covered her nipples and areolas, but exposing the maximum amount of flesh that she could get away with. I took the two pictures and told her I'd be back in a minute.

"I'll come with you," she said.

"I thought you didn't want to go into the mall."

"I don't. But I know why you're going, and I'd rather be with you than without you."

My heart churned a little faster when she said that. Taking her hand, we went inside, and dropped off the film to be developed, telling the guy behind the counter that I wanted two sets of prints made. We weren't inside long, and we didn't talk much. Other than Ann telling the guy to enjoy developing the last two on the roll. It was in and out, and then back over to Cheddars to find out where we were in line. It turned out we'd timed everything perfectly. We were inside just a couple of minutes before we were being taken to a nice booth in the back. It was very secluded, and reasonably quiet for being in a crowded restaurant.

I had sort of expected her to sit next to me like she had a couple of other times when we'd sat down in a setting like that. Instead, she sat across from me. It was hard to be disappointed, since I'd get to look at her all during dinner. But there was something so special about having her by my side that it made me feel like jelly inside. She must have sensed my mood as our attractive young waitress came over to take our drink orders. Once she left to fill them, Ann wasted no time in addressing the swing in my attitude.

"You seemed to be upset that I didn't sit with you," she said, point blank.

"Not upset, just a little disappointed. I really like it that you do that. I've never been with a girl that sits next to me before. It's kind of

our thing

, and since this is likely our last meal together, I was just looking forward to it. Not that I don't love looking into those beautiful brown eyes. God they make me melt."

I felt her right foot settle onto my left thigh as the waitress returned with our beer, and took our dinner orders. When she left, Ann gave me a sultry look, and suddenly, her being across from me didn't seem like such a bad thing.

"Baby, do me a favor and take off my shoe," she said in a silky voice equal to the look she was giving me. I was smart enough not to question her motives, and simply did as I was told. I unbuckled the sexy ankle strap and slipped off her heel, putting it on the seat between me and the wall.

"Thanks baby," she cooed as she started playing with my cock through my pants, using her toes to find the head. From there, she went back to the base, and began running the sole of her foot up and down my length, which was becoming longer by the second.

She wasn't saying anything, but her expressive face was telling me everything I needed to know. I felt not only her passion for me, but her love. It was swelling her chest, and it was barely containable anymore.

"I love making you hard," she finally said as she stared at my bright blue eyes.

"You've become pretty good at it," I answered, meeting her stare; my own love for her pouring out as I got caught up in what was a very open moment for the both of us. It was odd, since we seemed to dance around how we really felt about each other, both reluctant to actually say it. Maybe neither of us wanted to be the first, or by saying it, we were acknowledging that we loved each other, but were letting each other go. The whole thing seemed so warped and twisted... a lot like my stomach, which seemed to have butterflies all the time when I was around her.

"I have?" she said, trying to look shocked, but not really pulling it off very well.

"All you have to do is sit there and I'll get hard."

"I don't think that's true, but I appreciate the sentiment. I do love it though. You have such a magnificent cock; I get wet thinking about it. That picture you took is going to give me a lot of nice moments."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means my boyfriend is going to be over two thousand miles away, and while he has a huge dick, it's not big enough to reach that far. So, I'll be using that picture while I stuff a cucumber, or whatever else I can find that's close to his size, into my hot little pussy."

"So, I'm still going to be your boyfriend when you're home?"

"I'm going to be your girlfriend until you tell me there's somebody else."

Ann was leaving our future up to me, and I felt a huge weight land on my shoulders. It wasn't like I was being pressured, but she was making it pretty clear to me where her heart was. But again, neither of us could find the courage to say what we were feeling. Or more aptly put, we refused to drop our defenses and admit what we both felt. It was turning into a contest where neither of us would win; a really bad game of emotional chicken.

That gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach was now more than butterflies. It was fear. I wasn't afraid so much of making a bad decision. I was more afraid of not making one at all. She seemed to know that I was suddenly a million miles from that table in the restaurant with her. She moved her foot down the inside of my right thigh, along my cock, towards my knee. Tucking her sexy toes into the leg opening of my shorts, she moved her foot back up my thigh, and smiled as she pinned the soft underside of her foot against the hard flesh of my cock.