To anyone else it might have seemed a crazy idea but it is truly a perfect plan. I figured out a modern way to live free and "live off the land". Over the years I've written many unpublished stories and novels. I know the business as well as anyone actually in the business. It was all fun. Soon, I'd have more time on my hands to write and then the checks would just come rolling in.
Literotica, an Internet site, daily accumulates off the wall, sexually oriented stories in a very large volume. One evening, after reading a really bad story, with sexual positions that were physically impossible, I took notice of the author's profile. Then another and then another.
Micro-town-girl caught my interest in a twisted way; she described herself as rubenesque, early 30's, living somewhere between No and Where in Iowa, and a wannabe author. I found many more like her so I responded to a few. We critiqued each other's work but we really wanted to know more about one another.
Micro-town-girl invited me to visit for a week. She lived alone in her own house and had a spare bedroom. It seems like she wants someone to get her out of the small town as badly as I wanted to disappear into one. That's why I left Pompano Beach, Florida early this morning with all my worldly possessions. I pulled into the parking lot of Lockley, Iowa's finest, and only, supermarket and called Peace Blanchard.
"Hi Peace, Elliot, how are you?" I asked.
"Fine Elliot. You're fast. Are you at the supermarket?" she asked.
"Yes, as we agreed," I answered.
"I am about ten minutes north of town. See you then. Bye," she replied. Lockley looked to be a small, mid-state farming town which had seen prosperous days perhaps a generation ago. Mature trees filled the courthouse square and the stately but livable homes lined the main streets.
Eventually, a green minivan approached my car. A shapely, early 30's, nice looking woman with shoulder length dark hair got out of her van. "Peace?" I asked as I approached her car.
"Elliot? Nice to meet you," she replied with a wide, welcoming smile. She offered a cheek for me to kiss. As I gave her the obligatory welcome kiss she pulled me into a hug. She seemed to make a point of rubbing her ample boobs against my chest.
"Nice to meet you, Peace. You look sharp. You described yourself as rubenesque but you're not; you're just sexy. Shall I follow you?" I asked.
"Thank you, Elliot. You are very kind. I think you might have topped just how good looking you said you are. I am sorry but my two errands this morning took longer than I expected. I have a closing this Friday morning and I am so nervous. We have to watch closings so closely. I assume you've heard what the real estate market is like?" she asked.
"You didn't tell me that you were a Realtor," I replied. "Good," I spoke in my mind. "You certainly can't support yourself with that drivel you wrote. But I'm here to help you become better."
"Follow me," she glared, "it's not far."
She drove five blocks through a neighborhood of nice homes to her house. She pulled into the double driveway and I backed my car in.
"You backed in your car. Are you a police officer, Elliot?" she asked.
"No, it's easier if you have to jump it. Besides, I'd rather not advertise my tag," I answered. "I'm a little behind on my payments, you know."
"This economy is something else," she replied.
"You've got a beautiful house, Peace," I commended her as I grabbed some suitcases. "Why are you selling it?"
"I'm not really selling it," she said. "It's an old Realtor's trick. You put a sign in front of your own house to get the calls. Sometimes you pick up a buyer that way." She opened up the unlocked door and led me to a vacant bedroom. "Put your things anywhere you like," she said.
"You have a beautiful house, Peace," I said noticing that there was not too much stuff in it.
"Hello, Peace?" a female voice asked. I peaked out the door to see a man and woman walk in the front door.
"Hi," Peace answered. "Elliot, please come in here. I would like you to meet my sister and her husband." I left the bags where they were and returned to the living room.
"Hi," I announced, "I'm Elliot Hagen from Pompano Beach, Florida. Nice to meet you." I offered a hand to the gentleman.
"Oh, yah dude, I'm Ronnie and this is Honey, my wife," he lazily offered. "Nice to meet you. Peace, do you have something for us?" he asked indicating the end of our exchange of greetings.
"Yes, Ronnie, I just returned from the stockbroker in Milsaps. Give me a minute," Peace answered annoyed.
Something looked out of place with the slender sister. She spoke, "Look, I'm on my lunch break. We can come back if it is too much now. Ronnie just had to get his money, you know."
"Okay, then let's do it," replied Peace as she sat down dining table. She spread the contents of the bank envelope on the table. She counted out one thousand dollars and put it in one pile then counted out nine hundred and fifty two dollars and put it into another pile.
"Ain't she great, Elliot?" said Ronnie picking up the nine hundred dollar pile. "Works like a charm, I'd say." He counted out ninety five dollars and pushed the pile towards Peace. "Thanks again, Peace. Do you have another?"
"Yes, I do. I got one yesterday," answered Peace.
"What the fuck, let's do it," he said and pushed the thousand dollar pile toward Peace. She scooped up the thousand and put it into the bank envelope.
"Asshole, don't use that language in front of our guests, okay?" said Honey. "And give me my money." Ronnie reached into his pocket and paid out two hundred to his wife. She spoke to me, "He often 'forgets' to pay me but that doesn't work. Usually, we go out to celebrate and take turns picking."
"Yah, it's my turn to pick and I know where Elliot and I want to go, don't we man? Londonville!" he emphasized.
"We're not taking a guest to fucking Londonville so don't argue with us," barked Honey at her husband. She looked at me again and said, "Londonville is a sleazy topless joint. Unless, you'd really like to go?"
"No, thanks. Let Peace pick out something. I don't care," I responded. "Is that all right with you, Peace?"
Peace beamed, "Sure, why don't you two come by at seven tonight, okay? Elliot still has some unpacking to do and I'd like to give him a local girl's tour of our town."
Honey took the hint. In less than a breath, they departed.
Peace looked at me and said, "Go ahead and get moved in and comfortable. I'm going to get out of this business suit and into my house clothes."
"I hope you don't mind what I'm saying but moving in can wait a moment. I would like to help you get out of that business suit. You are so sexy. I promise to be gentle," I begged.
"My, Elliot, you are a fast one. Come over here and kiss me first," she said.
"Shouldn't I lock the front door first?" I asked.
"No, Elliot, we'll lock the bedroom door," she replied. "And Elliot, no tired jokes afterwards, okay? I got a piece of Peace, or something like that. I've heard that all my life."
"Never from me, my dear," I replied and began pecking at her lips. She pulled me tight into her as her tongue danced with mine in her mouth. After a moment she backed off and felt for my penis.
"You're almost ready. Let's get undressed," she said without me responding. She carefully removed her green business suit and white blouse and hung them in the closet to wear again. Shoes went inside, too. I kicked my clothes into a pile and stood naked observing her in her white undies.
"You look so gorgeous in your underwear. You look like a model. I'll bet your breasts are perfect. Let's take a look," I said. "Stand still," I said and walked behind her. "Let's look at that lovely ass," I said. I seized the top bands of the panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles. "Yes, we have a world class butt here." Then I unsnapped the bra hook and pushed the bra straps from off of her shoulders so that the bra dropped to the floor. I reached from the back to the grasp those soft breasts and felt for the hardened nipples. Peace moved her legs further apart.
"They feel like world class breasts but let's see," I said sitting on the corner of the bed and directing her hips to turn her body so that her breasts were at my eye level. I immediately began to suck those nice round breasts. Coming up for air I looked at her smiling face and she said, "Do you like the girls?"
"I love the girls," I said. "They are nice, firm, and round. The areolas are smaller, so cute. I love them." She let me fondle and play with her breasts for a minute and then retreated with that nicely proportioned body to the other side of the bed.
"I want you to be my new man. I want to give you what you came here for, Elliot," Peace said. She reclined into the middle of her bed with her legs together.
I walked to the foot of the bed and said, "Peace, please put a pillow under your butt." Then I bent to massage her feet and widening her legs ever so slightly. I put my head between her feet and began to kiss her ankles and moved up to her calves, knees, and thighs.
I began my pussy assault by rubbing her outer labia with the top of my head. She moaned slightly and I could smell the trickling juices. As I continued to slither up her body, my mouth reached her pussy and my tongue began to dart about as I had kissed her earlier. She moaned in pleasure some more and my fingers played with her clitoris. Her legs spread far apart. The aroma from her juices was very strong. I continued my body travel up her soft stomach and softer breasts, now old friends.
Before I kissed her I rose up and guided my penis along the labia canal. She slid down and I began to insert him only a short distance each time to tease her. She continued to slide down struggling to take it all in. To end her pain I shoved him all the way in and began an in and out rhythm. When I began to kiss her, she was already very hot. She thrust her body at me and I responded.
Soon I could feel the pressure of ejaculation building up inside me. I tried to delay it a couple of times but soon I raised my body and thrust my hips as deep and as hard as I could until the sweet pleasure that gripped and paralyzed my body let go.
