Bear to the Rescue

All sex-having individuals are over the age of eighteen.

I had just finished a couple of slices of pizza and was on my way back to my truck when I saw the couple walk out of the hotel. Nothing remarkable about him except that he was wearing a sport coat in a Southern college town in August and that doesn't happen often. Way too damn hot.

But the girl -- oh, man, did I ever stand up straight and take notice! Mid-20s, a cloud of auburn hair, wearing a green skin-tight knit dress that came down just above mid-thigh and clung to every curve. She was tall and thin and looked just as out of place as he did, but I can guarantee that nobody was going to complain.

I drove my Silverado down from the parking deck to the surface lot and saw them on the other side of the lot, standing and shouting at each other. She raised a gorgeous leg behind her and took off her 3-inch stiletto sandal, repeated the action with her other leg and then waved her shoes in her man's face.

I pulled beside them and lowered the passenger window. "Y'all need any help?"

Her boyfriend (or whatever he was) just glared. "None of your business, man!"

His date didn't hold the same view. "Hey, how far is it to Cafe Starlight from here?"

"It's about three blocks that way," I said, pointing past them down Church Street.

She turned back to her man, who was now visibly cringing as she shook her shoes in his face again. "See?! You expect me to walk that far in these, you asshole? I told you it was too damn far!"

"Hey, happy to give you guys a lift. I'm going right past there."

Doughy Boy looked daggers at me again. "No thanks, sir!" I'm sure the "sir" was supposed to be a cutting remark on my advanced age, but it didn't bother me a bit.

His date had a different opinion. "Well, I appreciate a real gentleman! Sure, I'll take the lift." She opened the door and got in, over the protests of her date. She quickly locked the door and raised the window, shutting off his complaints.

I hadn't moved and she looked over at me confused. "Well, are we going?"

"Buckle up, sweetheart." She snorted, then smiled and did so. I took the opportunity to look at her more closely and I liked what I saw, from her big hair to her sultry dark eyes to the way the fading sunlight glinted off the diamond on the side of her nose. Gorgeous and a little exotic.

As we waited for the light to change at the exit, she looked at me again. "You know, I didn't really want to go to this stupid party with his stupid college friends. Where do you go around here for fun?"

I looked her up and down again. "Well, I was on my way to my favorite bar. Live music, maybe a little dancing. You might be a little overdressed, though."

"Is that a problem?"

"Oh, hell, no. We're a pretty relaxed bunch. You'll likely get some stares, and maybe some glares from some jealous women, but nobody's going to bother you unless you want them to."

"I might just want to be bothered tonight."

"Well let's go find some trouble then!"

We drove a handful of miles out of town before turning into the parking lot of my favorite roadside juke joint, Dobson's Choice. It had been a convenience store for a few decades, abandoned for another, and finally turned into a comfortable place to have a beer, listen to some live music and catch up on the local gossip.

My Silverado joined the various Outbacks, Teslas, Priuses (Prii?), F-150s and a couple of softail Harleys. We're an eclectic bunch. I got out and walked around to hand my new friend out, realizing I still didn't know her name.

"I'm Barry, hon. What's your name?"

"Catheri -- Cathy. Thanks for the rescue, Barry!"

It was a little early, so it wasn't too crowded yet. I knew there was a collection of local musicians on the schedule that hadn't quite come up with a band name yet and I saw a couple of them holding forth at a table near the stage.

I walked Cathy over to the bar where we found two stools together. "Hey, Peggy!"

"Bear! Figured I'd see you in tonight! Who's your friend?" She turned to Cathy. "Hi, sweetie -- are you a friend of Julie's?"

Cathy looked confused. "Julie?" She turned back to me and mouthed, "who's Julie?"

"My daughter. She's at Maryland playing lacrosse. No, Peggy, Cathy's a rescue." I winked at her and got a grin in return.

Peggy laughed at that. "Of course she is. Watch him, sugar. He's got a big heart but that's not the only thing." I think I may have blushed. "What can I get y'all?"

"Give me my usual please. What are you drinking, Cathy?"

She looked at the scant selection on the back bar and hesitated. "Any chance you've got a Michelob Ultra?" Peggy nodded and produced a cold one from the cooler under the bar.

We sipped our beers and turned around to watch as the band picked up their instruments. If you wanted more mainstream or indie rock, there were other clubs in town that would be better. We went more for Americana and bluegrass and I guess what you'd call alt-country. But mostly we liked music.

As the band started, Cathy leaned into me. "I don't think this is what I was expecting."

"How's that?"

"I guess I thought you were taking me to a biker bar or something. This is... much more laid back. Relaxing. Fun!"

I looked around at the crowd -- everything from 2 year olds crawling around on the floor to folks in their 70s and maybe even 80s. "Honey, I'd venture to guess that there are at least a half dozen PhDs and twice that many master's degrees in here. We're the ones that decided we didn't want to leave after we got our degrees."

"So what do you do?"

"IT. Management now, but I stay pretty technical."

She looked me up and down again, taking in the flannel shirt, hiking shoes, the heavy ink on my arms, the beard. "You don't look like a nerd, Bear."

"Honey, we don't wear pocket protectors anymore because nobody uses a pen. Haven't you heard that the geeks have inherited the Earth?"

That got a laugh from her, and she snuggled up next to me, leaning her shoulder into my side. I put an arm around her, deciding that being a couple of decades older than her didn't matter at all to me.

A fiddle player joined the group on the low stage and Cathy clapped. "Let's dance!" She slipped her shoes off again and pulled me out onto the floor. I can manage a two-step pretty well, and she picked it up quickly as we blended in with the other couples.

We stayed out for another couple of songs before going back to reclaim our beers. "That was fun!"

"It was! Want another beer?"

A finger traced a design on my bicep. "Maybe. Or something. Where do you live, Barry?"

I gave her a grin that I hoped was charming. "About five minutes from here. Happy to show you."

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We pulled up the long drive to the old farmhouse that my late wife and I had renovated a few years previously. I was proud of the work we'd done, especially the interior. The tires crunched across the gravel, and I pulled in next to the house, in front of the barn door of the garage where I kept my motorcycle and lawn tractor.

"Hold tight, Cathy." I got out and went around to her side of the truck, not relishing the thought of her twisting an ankle walking across the gravel in those heels. I opened her door and scooped her up and carried her around the truck and up the steps to the deep front porch.

"What a gentleman!" She planted a solid kiss on my cheek. I set her down and opened the front door to the house and killed the alarm, while the beagle pup that I'd adopted a couple of months before shot out to slobber all over Cathy's ankles.

"Bono! Behave!" I picked him up and tucked him under my arm and held the door open for my new friend.

"He's so cute! But Bono?"

"Some asshole left him and his sibs on the side of the highway. I found homes for the rest, but this little guy kept howling in a way that made me think of U2, so I decided to keep him. Come on, pup, let's put you out in the run. Have a seat, Cathy."

I carried him through the kitchen and deposited him outside in his run, making sure he had plenty of water. "Can I get you another beer?" I heard a "yes please" coming from the front room.

"This place is beautiful, Bear! Did you do this yourself?"

"My, uh, wife and I did most of the work and designed the rest."

Cathy looked at me over the rim of her pint glass. "Wife?"

"She passed away a couple of years ago. Drunk driver. You couldn't have known but I was drinking NA beer at the bar. Peggy's a good friend and she looks after me. I don't take chances -- I never want to put someone else through what my daughter and I went through."

"Jeezus, Barry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring up something so painful."

I sat down on the other end of the sofa. "Oh, no sweat, Cathy. I never mind being reminded of her, but I also know I've got to keep living, you know?" I patted my thigh. "Give me your feet."

She looked at me like I had two heads. "Whu-?"

"You've been dancing and walking around in heels. Put your feet in my lap."

No more words were said over the next fifteen minutes, but there were lots of moans, groans, gasps and sighs as I massaged her feet and her toes. Finally, she looked up at me with a dazed expression. "Can you move in with me?"

I chuckled. "We'll talk. By the way, how come your phone hasn't been blowing up?"

She snickered. "I turned the damn thing off. I texted Todd to go fuck himself and didn't want to hear anything else."

We sat for a moment, sipping our beers and wondering who was going to make the next move. Given that I was at least fifteen years older, I really wanted her to let me know what she wanted. I didn't have to wait long.

"Bear, this is a beautiful place, but I'd love to see the rest of it. Like, does it have any bedrooms?"

I laughed and stood up, holding a hand down for hers. "It does indeed, Cathy. Let's go check one out."

I hadn't really been with anyone since my wife was killed. I'd gone out once or twice, but for whatever reason the vibe wasn't right with them. But Cathy -- yeah, she was not much older than my daughter, but I just felt comfortable with her.

Okay, and a little nervous. Maybe more than a little.

I held her hand as we walked up the stairs and I directed her to the back of the house. The master bedroom was huge, with a large picture window that looked out over the garden and the woods in back.

Cathy looked out into the darkness. "Don't you worry about privacy?"

"There's 10 acres of dense woods out there surrounded by neighbors that like their privacy as much as I like mine. It's not a problem."

"Well, in that case..." I stared, probably with my mouth hanging open, as she peeled her dress up and over her head, shaking her hair out in a cloud of reddish-brown beauty. The barest slip of a thong was all that she was left wearing.

She had a real tan, of someone that earned it by being active outside, uneven in places maybe, but healthy. Her small round breasts were tipped with light pink nipples that were crinkled into delightful nubs.

I stepped to her and took her in my arms, and she melted into me, arms around my neck, as I bent to kiss her. There was no hesitation for either of us -- my nervousness had flown out into the darkness.

I stepped her back to the bed and laid her down, then stood back up to undress. She watched, running her fingernails down her side and across her belly, following the lines of the large faery tattoo she was sporting. I made quick work of my shirt and jeans, then leaned over onto the bed, kissing my way up a long, lean leg.

When I got to the top of her thigh, I sat up to pull her thong off then leaned forward again, lowering my head. She looked down at me, eyes wide. "What...? Bear, I..."

I looked up, eyebrows raised. "Honey, does your boyfriend not...?"

She shook her head, and I sighed, wondering how our species was going to survive. I planted soft kisses on the inside of both smooth thighs, my fingers running over the little landing strip she had left above her pussy. She gasped as I ran my tongue up one crease and down the other, and again as I gently parted her folds.

She grabbed my head, pulling my face more tightly into her. I hadn't explored someone new in twenty-five years, but from Candy's moans and writhing under me, I was getting her cues clearly.

I shifted my tongue to her nub and slid a finger, and then two, inside her, finding the right spot to rev her motor even higher. Her fingers clutched my hair and she threw her head back, silently screaming as she came, gasping for breath.

I slowed but stayed there, planting kisses on her mons and the tops of her thighs while she came back to Earth. "Fuck, Bear!! What the hell did you just do?"

"What any man lucky enough to take you to bed should do, sweetheart."

"Well, yeah, that's a requirement from now on." She grinned down at me. "C'mere, you!"

I crawled up next to her, still wearing my boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide how hard I was for her. She felt me sliding along her leg and reached down to stroke me. "Ooh, your friend at the bar was not lying."

I leaned up on my elbow to kiss her and her hand slid down to stroke my erection through my underwear. "We're going to have to get you out of these, my friend."

She got up onto her knees, and I was amazed again at her beauty. She was all smooth skin and magnificent hair and long, shapely legs -- and delicate hands that were determinedly pulling my shorts down.

She knelt next to me, looking at my cock as if considering what to do next. I started to wonder if she was just as inexperienced with the giving side of oral sex, but she quickly threw that idea down onto the floor and metaphorically stomped it dead.

She stroked me a couple of times then lowered her head and gently took me into her warm mouth. I think I groaned loud enough to startle the deer out back. Then she kept going (ah!) and going (oh shit!) and going (fuck!).

She pulled her head back sharply with a gasp, her auburn hair a mess around her face. She looked at me, pride in her smile. "Bigger! I wasn't sure I could do that!"

I just growled at her and put my hand on the back of her head and gently but firmly guided her back down. She sure as hell didn't fight me.

As she bobbed up and down on my cock, my other hand slid up her thigh and found her wetness, before getting slapped away. "Sorry! Too soon -- too sensitive. Later." I grinned at the last word.

She took a break to pay attention to my balls, lavishing oral love on them while slowing stroking my cock. She was intensely focused, like there wasn't anything else in the world other than my bat and balls -- at least nothing that interested her.

She kept changing the focus of her attention, clearly (and successfully) stretching things out, making them last, slowly building the tension. But the inevitable was getting closer.

She shifted over, straddling my leg, rubbing herself against my shin as she picked up the pace. My hands and feet were getting numb as all the blood rushed into my cock. "Cathy (uh) sweetheart (oh god) baby I'm right there!

She took me deep again, into her throat, and held me there as I exploded into her. That might have been a miscalculation on her part, as she pulled back, gasping for breath, when I was (oh shit) definitely not done.

That led to a shot across her nose and another on her cheek before she took my tip back into her and swallowed. And swallowed some more. Her eyes were wide and I think she might have worried that I wasn't going to stop.

But I did and she let me go and she looked at me with bright eyes and a cum-streaked face and a smile as wide as Texas. "Jesus, Bear! That's a lot of cum!"

I snorted and held my arms out for her and she stretched out on top of me, wiping her face off with the sheet before kissing me thoroughly. Then she slipped off to the side, her head on my shoulder, her hair in my face, and it might have been the first time in years that I was at peace.

Her hand slipped down to stroke my cock, which was already starting to recover. She kissed me on the cheek. "Bear, will you fuck me? I'd really like you to fuck me now."

I had a sudden realization and let out a big sigh. "Cathy, sweetheart, there is nothing I would rather do, but I don't have any condoms. So unless you do, I'm afraid we can't."

She flopped her head back down, clearly as unhappy as I was. I was pleased at least that she didn't try to insist. I was coming to realize that Cathy was not just beautiful. She was smart and loving and responsible. The thought that her father must be proud of her made me chuckle.

She also turned out to be resourceful.

"Hey, Bear, which room is your daughter's?"

"Second door down the hall to the left. Why?"

She placed my hand on my cock. "Get this hard for me. I'll be right back."

I did as she asked, with no idea what she thought she was going to find in my daughter's bedroom.

Three minutes later, she walked back in, tearing a condom wrapper open with her teeth. She dumped a couple more onto the nightstand. "For later."

I looked at her in total shock. "How...? Where...?"

She looked at me innocently. "What?"

I glared at her, trying to fight a smile. "How did you know my angelic baby girl would have condoms and how did you know where they would be?"

She smirked as she took over stroking my cock. "She's not a child and she was clearly raised by smart, loving parents. I knew she would have some, and I figured they would be out of sight but easy to get to. My nightstand guess was a miss but top drawer of her dresser? Jackpot."

She rolled the rubber over my erection while I tried hard not to think about it being "borrowed" from my little girl. Focusing on Cathy's needy expression did the trick.

"Just lie back, Bear. I want to ride you, mkay?" I sure as hell wasn't going to argue.

She threw a long leg over me, and settled down on, taking me fully inside her. "God! Just as good as I thought."

She was in no hurry, tilting her hips forward as she rose and then slamming back down, but at a relaxed pace. She was making it clear that she had nowhere else to be. She sighed and then smiled as I raised my hands to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples.

Time seemed to stop -- until it started again as I felt her start to squeeze around me as her climax built. Her head went back, and she held her hands over mine, urging me to be rougher with her chest.

"Bear! I'm...oh honey... Bear I'm gonna... fuck!" Her legs quivered around me as she came and collapsed onto my chest. I moved my hands down to her ass to hold her there -- no way I wanted to slip out.

I held her there on top of me for a couple of minutes, until I started to worry that I was going to start to go soft. "Cathy, honey, I'm going to roll you over, okay? We're not done yet."

She smiled happily down at me. "Of course not, Bear!" She rolled off and I pulled out, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. She lay on her back, and I slid my hands under her knees and pushed them back and apart until she was completely open to me.

My hands might have been full but hers weren't, and she guided my sheathed cock into her, both of us gasping as she tightened around me. Having already cum once, and with the condom between us, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to cum any time soon,

I was determined to make sure that the same wasn't true for her. I leaned into her, fucking her with steady, deep strokes, bottoming out every time to put pressure on her clit. She stared up into my eyes, her mouth in a half-grin, half-grimace.

I raised one of her legs up to my shoulder, turning to run my tongue up her instep, and I thought she was going to implode. I held her firmly, tonguing her sole again before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking. Hard.

In retrospect, that might not have been my best move. Oh, it got her off, in a big way. But she jerked her leg, and I almost swallowed her foot. It would have been a helluva way to go. She had a very shapely foot.