The Bridge

Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).

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I was depressed when I parked the car. I threw the keys on the floor, closed the door and walked away. It only took a few minutes for me to walk the distance to what I thought was the center of the bridge.

Looking into the darkness below me, I could see sparkles indicating water below me. Good. I had no desire to land on rocks and possibly linger, broken and hurting before death took me.

Vague tumors and stories vaguely remembered swirled in my head in the hours leading to this moment. Mostly, I remembered that a fall from this height would almost certainly result in a broken neck and instantaneous death.

That is what I wanted. A quick clean death.

A deep breath and I stepped forward to the railing. I paused to collect my thoughts and still the jackhammer beating in my shirt.

That was when I noticed that I was not alone.

She melted out of the darkness and stared at me. The slight breeze wafted a scent of jasmine and something else. As she glided over to me, I backed away from the railing to look at her. She was beautiful.

No.

She was stunning. On a scale of 1 to 10, she was a 14 or 15.

Long blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze framed a perfect face. A white blouse that hinted at lush full breasts and a dark skirt cut just above her knees completed my first impression.

My thoughts seemed to stop. When they started up again, she was standing in front of me. She looked up at me with eyes so blue they were almost glowing.

She reached up tenderly to caress my face. "You don't want to do this," she said with the voice of an angel.

I tried to tell her that I really did, but the words turned sideways in my throat and refused to come out.

Her hand slid down and touched my hand. My fingers entwined with hers without thought.

"I thought so," she said before she kissed me.

The scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms filled my nostrils and I breathed her essence deeply into myself.

When I came back from wherever my mind wandered to, we were walking together, hand in hand. Just before we reached the end of the bridge, she stopped and pulled me into shadows. Pushing me back until I felt a girder stop me, she began kissing me.

Gently at first, then driven with a need, almost a hunger, we kissed in the darkness. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths as I felt her fingers gently undo my belt, then the snap. Finally with agonizing slowness she tugged the zipper down.

As my pants slowly slid to the ground of their own accord, her hand pulled my underwear down freeing my penis. I leaned back into the girder and let a sigh escape my lips as she began stroking me. Her hand was so soft and she was so gentle, I couldn't move.

I felt her body slide down mine until I felt her breath on my manhood. I heard a voice saying, "Please," over and over again. It dawned on me that it was really my voice speaking until she complied and I felt myself bring swallowed and the voice was stilled.

I've had blowjobs before and I've had my cock sucked before, but this was different. She was making love to me with her mouth. I can't describe it any other way. It seemed like forever and it seemed like an instant before I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair while announcing hoarsely, "I'm about to cum." I don't know how but I could feel her smile as the first jet of sperm left my body.

I could feel her swallowing as each additional spurt filled her mouth. It was so different than what I have had for the last thirty years. Margaret never swallows my cum. If I can't stop myself, she always runs for the bathroom and spits it in the sink before rinsing her mouth with mouthwash. Or at least she did before she stopped blowing me altogether several years ago.

This mystery woman continued to suck on my cock until the last drop, at which point she slid back up my body and kissed me once again. Her tongue brought the salty taste of my own cum and we savored it. The naughty nature of that kiss and her gentle fondling kept my erection alive when it should have been gone.

After kissing me she pulled back and said in that sweet angelic voice, "Fuck me now. I want you inside me."

Putting deeds to words, she knelt down on all fours and flipped up her skirt to reveal the nicest ass I have ever been privileged to see. I am not sure there was any thought involved before I found myself on my knees with her hand guiding me to her womanhood. She slid me back and forth on her fertile delta until she judged me wet enough.

At that point, she lined me up with her promised land and sliding back, took me to glory. I did not have that many lovers before marrying Margaret, so I may not be the best judge of pussy. That said, hers was the finest I have ever experienced and if I had died on the spot, I could not have died happier.

I don't know why, but something told me to stay still and let her do the work. She slowly pushed back until we were fully joined. Then with increasing speed, she slid forward then back leaving my cock feeling like it was seeing stars.

I felt her hand slide down and begin to rub herself. Shortly after that she began to moan and shake. Her cunt muscles milked my cock as she came. When it was done, I reached down and pulled her upright against me. I undid her buttons and reached inside her shirt.

Her breasts were as soft as silk. At first I thought there was a bra, but somehow it vanished and I was left holding her bare skin.

Her nipples were firm and engorged and when I tugged gently on them she moaned and brought her hands over top of mine to show me how she wanted them massaged. Once I was following her motions, she dropped her hand once more to her pussy and began rubbing herself to another shaking orgasm.

She turned her head and kissed me, then whispered, "Thank you. I was hoping that taking you first in my mouth would help you last. Now for your reward for staying hard and helping me cum."

With that, she leaned forward and slipped me out of her. I groaned involuntarily and she whispered, "It's only for a second."

I felt her hand reach back and pull me forward. The tip of my cock felt something warm and soft. Just as I realized that I was lined up with her anus, she pushed back and I felt her first ring of anal muscles open up and begin to accept me. This has been the usual place where I get overexcited and blow my load into Margaret. This time, she kept pressing back and I could feel the head of my cock pass through and begin to pass through her second ring. I was holding my breath as the head of my cock fully popped through her sphincter muscles and I was insider her ass.

As the wonder sunk in, I heard my angel's voice ask, "Is this your first time assfucking?"

I nodded dumbly and then realized she couldn't hear that. "Yes," I said quietly. "It is the first time I have ever gotten this far."

She slowly backed onto my cock and then spoke again, "Please be patient and let me get used to taking all of you and then you can fuck your cock in and out of me as fast as you want."

She pulled my cock almost all the way out and pushed herself back until I was completely buried inside. She did that several times, and then said, "Be gentle and go slow at first."

I took up the rhythm from her and slid my cock in and out. As I did so, she began a running commentary, "That's it my love. I love the way it feels. Your cock makes me feel so full. Can you feel my fingers in my pussy? I'm stroking your cock with my fingers. Please play with my tits again. Oh, that's lovely. Are you close? I'm almost there again. Take me deep. Yesss. Like that. Can you feel me cumming? Please cum inside my ass. I want to feel your hot sticky cum deep inside me. I feel you cumming. Cum for me baby. Cum deep inside my ass. Oh baby, I'm cumming again. Keep fucking my ass just a little more."

As the monologue above indicated, I did cum in her ass and I nearly passed out. The only time I have ever cum that hard was the first time I got to fuck Margaret after the birth of our child. Six weeks of no sex and I exploded inside her. I exploded inside this strange woman's ass the same way. Each spurt came out so hard, it hurt. But it was a good hurt, as if the pain receptors and the pleasure nerves switched places momentarily.

As I slipped out, she turned and we stood up together. Our lips were locked and we embraced, it seemed to go on forever.

Eventually though, it ended. She bent down and pulled up my pants and underwear. I put myself back together as her bra reappeared and she buttoned her shirt.

Without another word, we turned and continued walking to the end of the bridge. When we got there, she stopped and whispered, "This is as far as I can go. You know your way from here."

With that she turned and headed into the darkness. "Wait," I called out. "My name is Randall, what is your name?"

Before her white blouse faded completely into the night, her voice called back, "Susan McMillan," and she was gone.

Without any further thought, I walked the sixteen miles home.

When I arrived on my street, I was greeted by the sight of three police cars with their lights flashing parked in front of my house. Fearing the worst for Margaret I ran the last three blocks. I was pulled up short by a constable who pointed a gun at me demanding that I stop.

After identifying myself and having his partner check my wallet to verify my identity, I was released from the handcuffs and escorted into my house. My wife screamed and cried and alternated hugging me and hitting me until one of the other officers asked half-jokingly, "Sir. Would you like to press charges for the assault on your person?"

At which point, Margaret went deathly pale and started apologizing profusely. I declined and finally got the whole story in a coherent manner from that officer.

Apparently my car had been found with the keys on the floor and my suicide note on the seat. They of course, thought the worst and had begun organizing a body recovery detail and sent the squad cars to inform my wife of my probable demise.

With my miraculous appearance, a bunch of things were called off and I had a shitload of explaining to do. The District Attorney finally agreed to waive charges if I donated $1500 to the police widows and orphans fund, for all the trouble I caused. I did so happily. I also had all of the police officers who helped look for me over for a barbecue a few weeks later as a form of apology. All in all, life got back to normal within a month.

Except for our sex life. I became more attentive to Margaret's needs and as she began to have earth (and eardrum) shattering orgasms again, she started to ask what I wanted. When I kissed her and parted her lips with my tongue after cumming in her mouth during a blowjob, she swallowed my cum and nothing bad happened. In fact, she got very horny with the idea that I would still kiss her after cumming in her mouth.

I returned the favor by kissing her very sloppily after eating her pussy to a mind blowing set of orgasms which culminated with me sticking my thumb up her ass while sliding two fingers in her snatch and flicking my tongue over her clit.

After our last lovemaking session which actually finished with me cumming in her ass, she finally asked, "What happened that night?"

So I told. I told her everything. The loss of my mother and then the loss of my brother within weeks of each other. Then the fight we had and my job going away and, and, and. I told her that I really had decided to end it all. I had researched the bridge and how only one person had ever survived jumping from it.

And then I told her about Susan. I told her everything. I told her in minute detail. How it all felt, how she made me feel. Everything.

When I wound down, she had a funny look in her eyes and I couldn't begin to guess what she was thinking. And I never would have guessed what happened next. She put her head on my chest and went to sleep.

When I got home from work a few days later, I was ready to burst with the news I had. My job was safe. Another company had bought us before the old owner's son could shut us down. We all had jobs for at least a year during the transition. My group was told that they would probably be safe and be part of the merged company. And they gave us all raises to make sure we stayed.

Margaret met me at the door and said, "We need to talk." My heart suddenly fell into my shoes.

We walked into the kitchen and she picked up a folder before she sat down. My heart sunk even farther. A folder meant a lawyer. Why? Things were just starting to go so well. Why did I have to open my big fat fucking mouth? Why did I have to tell her about Susan?

I collapsed into the chair opposite Margaret.

She opened the folder and pulled out a picture and slid it towards me.

"Is this your Susan?" she asked.

I looked. Oh my god. It was Susan. It was her. My heart ached; she was as beautiful as I remembered her. In fact, she was in the same blouse and skirt. I finally looked up and nodded.

"That picture was taken three hours before she was killed by being thrown off the bridge by a former boyfriend trying to make it look like suicide. He raped her and the DNA evidence in her mouth and ass convicted him."

The words my wife spoke rattled in my head for a long time before I could comprehend them. Finally, I croaked out the only thing I could, "When did she die?"

"Eighteen months to the day before you walked that bridge," she said.