SOMETIMES YOU TAKE A CHANCE
Lou Thomas lives down at the far end of the Pleasant Street, in the brick house on the corner lot. His wife divorced him a few years back and his kids are all grown, so he's living in the big house alone. He's never really gotten serious about a particular woman since his divorce. He's the editor of the local newspaper. It isn't much of a paper, but it serves an important need locally and earns enough to pay Lou's salary.
The other night I happened to be downtown and when I was walking by the paper, I saw Lou inside, along with a very pretty young woman who lives here in town, but not on Pleasant Street. I happened to see the way Lou was looking at her and, as so often happens, it started me thinking. What if...?
IT WAS WORTH THE EFFORT
Lou Thomas gazed fondly at the young woman lying next to him in the motel bed. A mass of curly light brown hair fanned out on the pillow, framing exquisite Dresden-doll features made more beautiful by the flush of passion on the woman's lovely face. She opened her pale blue eyes and looked at him. "Why...why did you stop?" Her hips continued to undulate, motions evoked by his avid caresses.
"I had to look at you," he replied. "You're so lovely I can hardly stand it." He covered her middle with his mouth. Her back arched, thrusting her middle against his face. He sucked her clit between his lips and continued to thrust his finger into her dewy wet opening.
"Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh!" his lover moaned, her hips twisting. "God! You're making me crazy!"
Since that was the whole idea, Lou didn't stop what he was doing. Her slim, strong legs twitched and jerked, the warm, smooth skin of her inner thighs rubbed his face as her legs thrashed.
"Oh God! Oh, God! It's happening!" she cried, "You...you...I...I... Ah! Ah! Aahh!" Her lithe body writhed and shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Lou's lips, tongue, and finger continued their efforts until he felt her relax. He lowered her gently to the bed then slid up next to her, taking her in his arms.
Wide-eyed, she looked at him. A slim, finely formed hand reached for his face and touched the wetness her wild movements had deposited there. "You...your face is all wet," she whispered. "Is...is that from me?"
Lou nodded and kissed her on the forehead. "It certainly is, my lovely lady."
"Don't...don't I taste bad?"
"You're delicious." She seemed so startled by what he'd done to her, was it possible that... "Was that the first time you've ever come like that?" Lou asked her.
She nodded. "Bi...Bill, he does it a little, but...but not like you did..." Her eyes avoided his and her voice was so soft he could barely hear her.
"What a waste!" Lou thought. The lovely young woman-her name was Sheila Lewis-had a body made for exploring and a vagina that was an absolute delight to eat! She was lithe, but well formed. Her slimness, coupled with her striking facial features could have allowed her to be a model. Instead, she was married to a plumber and raising two children.
Lou's hands began roving over her divine body, gliding easily over her incredibly soft, smooth, warm flesh.
Sheila squirmed and pressed against him. "You have such a soft touch! God! Don't ever stop touching me!"
He continued cherishing her with his hands, and before long she was again open-mouthed, her chest heaving, her body undulating. His lips moved from one petite, perfect breast to the other, sucking her nipples, which were extended to impossible stiffness. He found her breasts, though small, incredibly exciting. When she was turned on, even her areolas swelled. Lou couldn't stop sucking them.
"Do you really want me?" he whispered, his fingers teasing the erect bud of her reawakened clit.
"Yes!" The feverish reply hissed from Sheila. "Oh, God, yes! Please! Please take me! I need you!"
Lou rolled atop her, careful to hold most of his weight off her. Reaching between them, he gripped his erection, centered the swollen purple tip on her sopping middle, then lowered his hips slowly. Entering her was such a sweet experience he gasped. Another dream had come true! And once more, reality far exceeded fantasy. Her head rolled from side to side, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
"Oh, God! Oh, yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes!" Sheila cried. Her hips rose, welcoming his erect organ as it slid deeper into her.
This was their first time. It had taken Lou quite a while to get to this point, but all the effort was worth it. She was stupendous! Slowly, he stroked in and out of her, bending occasionally to thrust his tongue into her mouth, where it met by hers.
It took all of the self-control Lou possessed to remain in control. But, somehow, he managed. The longer his erection moved in and out of her, the more insistent Sheila's responses grew.
"I'm getting close!" she groaned, clutching his arms, grinding her middle against his. "I...I'm so...so close!"
When her tight channel began to quiver around his invading shaft, Lou knew it was time. He increased the pace and strength of his thrusts.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sheila groaned as his body thudded against hers.
Lou's insides were churning, about to explode. He'd wanted this girl for a long, long time. Now he was sharing passion with her! For years he'd wondered what she'd be like in bed, now he knew!
Sheila began quivering, then her passion erupted. "I'm coming again! I'm coming again! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!"
Lou was startled by the fervency with which Sheila's lean body strained against his. The rippling motions of her vaginal walls around his cock were more than he could take. "Take it! Oh, God, Sheila, take it!" he cried, his orgasm exploding, shooting stream after stream of sweltering juices into her.
Afterward Sheila snuggled in his arms, burrowing against him, hiding her face in his chest. "I-I know I should feel terrible," she whispered, "Doing what I'm doing. But...but I don't. I-I feel wonderful!"
Lou caressed the smooth curve of her back and luxuriated in the way her hair tickled his face. "You should feel wonderful," he whispered. "A woman as lovely as you should feel that way all the time."
It had taken considerable planning and effort on Lou's part to seduce the lovely woman lying next to him, almost eight months, in fact; but now he knew all that effort had been worth it.
Sheila once worked at a video store where Lou rented films. He'd developed a crush on her and, even though he chided himself for being foolish, he went into the store almost every day, often renting movies he never watched. Then, one day, Sheila was no longer there. He missed seeing the pretty girl, but did manage to save quite a bit of money because he wasn't renting videos he didn't need any more.
Lou bumped into Sheila on the street one day, after not seeing her for several years. She had her kids with her, and they got to talking. And, as they talked, Lou began to develop a plan to seduce her. He had been divorced for almost six years and wasn't currently dating anyone special. The idea of trying to seduce a married woman intrigued him. It was something he'd never done. And on top of that, he'd always wondered if Sheila would be as good in bed as he'd fantasized she'd be.
"How are you? I haven't seen you since you left the video store," he said. "Renting movies isn't the same since you left." He used to tease her when he rented videos and she always responded cheerfully.
"I'm married, now," she replied, nodding toward her kids.
"Both of these yours?"
"I'm afraid so. That's Bill, Jr., and Marsha."
The kids were exploring the window of the store they stood in front of while their mother talked with Lou.
"You work at the newspaper now, huh?" Sheila asked.
"Yeah," Lou replied.
"Do you like writing and all that stuff?" she asked.
"It isn't the writing I mind, it's having to produce stuff every week," he said. "I like writing fiction better." He looked at her. "Did you ever write?"
"I used to, in school." She looked at her kids. "But with those two..."
An idea struck him. "Are you working right now?"
She shook her head and the mass of curly light brown hair he'd always wanted to bury his hands and face in shook and trembled. "No. Bill-my husband-says he makes enough, and with the kids...you know."
"I remember what it was like. Fortunately for me, my daughter is all grown up," Lou replied. "Ever thing about writing for the paper?" The core of an idea began to form in his mind. Maybe, if he could get her working with him...
Sheila reddened a little. "I-I couldn't do that. I don't write that well and..."
"Why not?" Lou asked. "We need someone to cover school board meetings. All you have to do is take notes, then re-organize them into a story."
A thoughtful look formed on her lovely face. "You...you really think I could? I mean...I...I haven't written anything, not even a letter, since I graduated from high school."
"Writing's like riding a bicycle," Lou said. He was elated that he seemed to be convincing her to at least give his offer a try, "Once you learn, you never forget. Besides, it gets easier with practice." He paused. "Why don't you try it? I'll help you the first few times. I bet you'll like it."
Sheila shrugged and scolded one of the kids who'd headed for the street. "I-I don't know. Maybe I ought to ask Bill. I mean, we've been talking about me getting a job when the kids get older and are in school." She thought a while. "We...we could use the money and all..."
"Talk to your husband," Lou said. "School board meetings are at night, so he can watch the kids. You can still be a full-time Mom during the day." He did some quick calculations in his head. "I'll pay you a dollar fifty a column inch," he said.
"I don't know what that means," Sheila replied.
"It means for every column inch of your copy we use, we pay you a buck," he explained. "School board meetings could be good for thirty-five dollars or more. My stories on city council meetings sometimes run to fifty column inches."
"Wow! We...we could use the money...I've been wanting a dishwasher and we've been saving, but..." She smiled at him. "I'll talk to Bill about it tonight."
"Great!" He gave her his number at the paper.
She said she'd call him and did the next day. Her journalistic career began the next week.
Sheila wasn't a bad writer and didn't need as much personal attention as Lou gave her, but that was part of his plan. He discovered that, in spite of the fact she was breathtakingly beautiful, Sheila was very insecure. She glowed when he praised her work, and was thrilled when her first article appeared in print.
They developed a friendship that grew closer every week. Lou made it a point to be in the office whenever she was there, and she began confiding in him. Her husband, while hard-working and sincere, wasn't in the least romantic. He liked the extra money she was bringing in, but didn't discuss local issues with her because he didn't believe politics was anything women should know about or be involved in.
"He keeps saying they should cut the school budget," Sheila fumed one night. "Can't he understand how important a good education is?" She made a face. "He's just like his father. I swear, every word that comes out of his mouth starts in his father's brain."
Her father-in-law, also a plumber, was just slightly less politically conservative than the John Birch Society and even less egalitarian. According to Sheila, her father-in-law distrusted everything about government, and his son parroted his father's beliefs.
"You have to be tolerant," Lou said. "Everyone has a right to their opinion."
