Pleasure Is Not Only Sin Deep

Things were going great with Celeste. Really great. Maybe not quite a love affair, but we were really hitting it off, (and often). She was so sweet, and so clever, and so goddamned sexy. Not quite beautiful, maybe, but very pretty, and with that touch of Asian blood, she had an exotic thing going that always sparked me. Her tits were big and firm and tipped with caramel nipples that came to attention like soldiers on drill whenever I touched them. Hers was the cutest little snatch I had ever seen, and she just loved to have my cock in it. We were spending a lot of time together, but trying to keep it under the radar, because it might be a breach of protocol at the dermatology clinic. Neither of us knew if it was a problem for a patient to be fucking a nurse, but neither of us wanted to find out if it was. We were so happy with things the way they were. Not living together but sleeping together three nights a week. Or four. The only problem was that I was old enough to be her father.

I waited till after dinner to broach the subject. OK, after we'd fucked because that was always what happened when we were together. After we came down I said, "I love you, Celeste,.." for the very first time, and she said, "I hear a 'but' coming." (I told you she was smart), and I said "Yes, there is that one thing..."

"That you're twice as old as me," she said, not making it a question.

"Yeah. It's something we have to deal with."

"Why?"

"Well, I feel like I may be stealing your youth... You could be dating young guys, developing a relationship, something that could evolve into a love affair and a family... I don't want to be in the way of that happening."

"Do I look like someone who is not getting what she wants out of life?"

"Well, no, but if you are just getting it from me, you might not realize what you're missing..."

"Are you trying to dump me?" Her voice was steady, but she sounded a little hurt.

"Good God no!" I protested. "You are the best thing that has happened to me in years."

"Then shut up and enjoy it while it lasts."

"That's the thing. This feels like it could last for a long time, and then one day we'll wake up and you'll be past your prime and I'll be a doddering old fool."

"Listen, Danny, I hadn't even hit my prime yet when you woke something up in me. And I've got it now and I like it and I want to keep it. I'll let you know when I'm tired of it or when I see that you are getting tired of me. But it's still good for now so don't screw it up, OK?"

That's when I told her I was going out of town for a while. "It's a big trade show. It'll be on for a week, then I have to make some sales and service calls. I'll be gone for three weeks, maybe four. This will be a chance for you to get back to your former life, hang with your gang, meet some new people. Maybe..."

"Maybe what? Maybe sleep with someone that I like better than you? Maybe forget you?"

"Celeste, Honey, I just want to give you some space to pursue your own interests and have the freedom to do whatever feels right for you in the long term."

"And free you to pursue whatever interests you out there in Trade Show Land. I get it."

We'd never had an argument, let alone a fight, so I had never seen her mad. I got a glimpse of it now as she got dressed and headed for the door.

"Don't forget to write," she said, and was gone.

I felt like shit. I really liked this girl, even loved her in some ways, and I knew I just blew it but didn't know how to undo the damage. I didn't want to break the seal on a dream deal, but mostly I didn't want to hurt her. I told myself I was really looking after her best interests, but I was also sticking a pin in the best thing I had in a decade, so right then I couldn't see what was good about it for either of us. Shit.

A few days went by while I waited for her to cool off and for me to figure out how to help her understand. I called from the airport and she didn't pick up so I left a message. I said what I thought were all the right things, but I couldn't even convince myself. I flew out under a dark cloud of my own creation.

A week later I am three days into the Chicago trade show. Business is good. Lots of action at the booth and several lucrative new contacts. I'm feeling good about my professional situation and glum about my personal life. I wrap things up with a potential player from the Gulf Coast and retire to the hotel bar, figuring a few margaritas will put me right.

The trade show crowd was just starting to filter in. I noticed a group of two couples and a fifth wheel -- a nice shape in a tight olive-colored dress setting off her rust-colored hair. She seemed nervous as she scanned the crowd, and we made brief eye contact before I returned my attention to the game on the big screen behind the bar. I ordered another and asked the barkeep to hold my place while I visited the men's room. When I came back the ginger was sitting on the stool next to mine.

She leaned in close and said, "Excuse the intrusion, but I need your help. Please. Can you just act like we are friends for a minute.., good friends? I need to shake a tail."

I was taken off guard but being a gentleman, I couldn't deny a damsel in distress. Plus, she was pretty. Dark reddish hair, eyes the color of peridot, and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and scattering onto her cheeks. I could see by the low cut of her dress that they also speckled her chest. I patted her arm, familiar like, and asked, "What's going on?"

She blushed and put on a fake smile. "Those people I came in with wanted to set me up with their friend. He has been stalking me all day and the guy's a creep. Bad style, bad manners, and bad breath. I told them I spotted a man I met at the St Louis show and had to talk. I made it sound like it was more than just a passing acquaintance..." Another blush.

Another man had joined the foursome across the room. He was slightly overweight, with thinning hair and a sloppy look about him. He was looking our way and not looking happy. I was intrigued. I leaned in close, gave her a squeeze, and asked, "So why did you pick me?"

"OK," she confessed, "it was largely a matter of convenience and proximity. But I always liked the urban cowboy look, I was betting on the manners part, and since you're drinking Margaritas, I figured your breath would smell like tequila. Two out of three ain't bad so I gambled. I saw the empty stool and made my move. Just in time it seems."

She rolled her eyes and gestured subtly toward the group she had just left. This time her smile was genuine. She put her hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Can I buy you a drink, now that we're old friends?"

I laughed out loud and signaled the bar tender. "I appreciate the offer, but I could never let a lady buy the drinks. My name is Danny Lopez. I won't shake your hand since we are playing this like old friends, but I'm pleased to meet you and happy to provide the cover. I just hope Mr. Also-Ran doesn't have any gang connections."

It was her turn to laugh, and it was real this time. It sounded like music. "Fuck him," she said. "He's a jerk. He can't manage the connections he has in the business, let alone the street. And it's nice to meet a gentleman, by the way. I'm Jenny Goode, with an 'e' and no, I'm not related to Johnny." The barkeep took our order: another Margarita for me and a beer with a shot of Hornitos for her. We dropped easily into a comfortable conversation, including some personal history, a little shop talk, and some light flirtation. This chance encounter had turned into a pleasant evening for both of us. The couples she had arrived with departed with a wave, and their friend peeled off to hover around a trio of college girls who did their best to ignore him. He eventually gave up and sulked off into the night.

After three rounds, or four, we had a pretty good buzz on by dinner time and it seemed natural to take it with us. The hotel restaurant was not exceptional but handy, much as I had been when she took the stool next to mine. She appreciated the coincidence when I pointed it out, which gave us something more to laugh about. The food was passable and the wine was just right. We had a cognac and passed on dessert. We were listing rather badly as I walked her to her room. I considered making a pass, but I wasn't in any condition to follow through and she was three quarters gone, so I just thanked her for the evening and offered to cover for her again tomorrow if she needed it.

"I think I might," she said. "And I'd like to have your company in case the hit man persists."

I took her hand and bowed to kiss it with a vaudevillian "At your service madam," that was good for one more laugh and she gave me a quick hug before I headed for my room. I considered calling Celeste, but it was late, and I was drunk so I resisted the impulse. Probably for the best, as I didn't know what to say or how to say it. I slept soundly and am pretty sure that the ginger did too.

I woke up thirsty and drank from the shower head before the water got hot. I washed off quick and headed for the nearest coffee pot. My head didn't hurt as bad as it should have.

My new old friend was already in line at the bagel bar, looking only a little worse for wear. She was dressed simply, in a pastel blouse and a black skirt stretched tight across her nicely rounded ass. Her hair was pulled back into a thick ponytail. Something made me want to grab it, but I stayed chill and gave her a standard collegial greeting. Her smile was a little lopsided but sincere.

"Late night, eh Danny," she said.

"Mm-hum. I usually only drink like that with the roughnecks comin' in off the rigs."

"You saying you regret it..?"

"Nah, just out of practice. I'll be fine by noon."

"Well, you better get into focus," she said, "because here comes the stalker."

I didn't look up, but just took her by the arm and guided her toward an empty table. We settled in with our coffee and bagels, ignoring the shuffle of bodies around us. One of them was the guy she wanted to avoid. He wasn't threatening, just an annoyance, but I had assumed the role of protector and presumed paramour, so I had to stick with her. Worse things could happen. She read my thoughts.

"So you've been identified as my escort and now you're stuck with me. Or me with you."

"I've had tougher assignments. I think I can handle this one if you can."

"OK, just walk me to my booth and stay on call in case I need a rescue. Please..."

"Not a problem. My set-up is only an aisle away if you need me, but just to make sure maybe we'd better plan on having dinner tonight."

"I'd love to," she said. "Regardless."

We got through our days without significant incident. Mr. Also-Ran took one more shot, but his dinner invitation was declined as she already had plans. We met at 7:00 and went to the hotel restaurant again. They knew how to sear a steak and the pours were generous. We had one each of the former and several of the latter. Once again, we left in an advanced state of intoxication, she a bit more than I perhaps, because she treated it like a competition. In any case we were both well around the bend by the time we finished.

This time when we got to her room there was no hesitation. She took me by the hand and pulled me in. Once inside, she pushed me up against the door and pressed her body hard into mine. We kissed and she ran her hand inside my pants and grabbed my cock. I hardened into her fist as I reached around to lower the zipper on the back of her skirt. Tight as it was, it dropped to the floor and she opened my pants. She squeezed me and stroked me to full erection. Little Miss Manners had turned into a lioness.

"I need this in me," she said. "Get naked. I'll be right back."

I took off my boots and stripped. By the time I was bare she came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile. I noted two things: she was a real natural redhead, and small tits don't sag, even when into the 40's. Her were pert and alert, with a light sprinkling of copper dots surrounding two swollen pink nubs. She walked right up and pressed her rust-colored muff against my groin. She pulled me over to where she could raise one leg onto the bed, then grabbed my stiff rod and guided it between her pussy lips, commanding me to push it into her, which I did, an inch at a time. Once I was in deep, she embraced my hips and drew me down onto the bed on top of her, issuing a series of instructions, "Kiss me. Suck my nipples." then, "OK, now fuck me, long and slow." And I eagerly complied.

Once she warmed up she bucked wildly beneath me, thrusting and moaning and growling like a cat in heat. I felt her fingernails digging into my ass and eventually felt her muscles contract as she cried out like a woman possessed and convulsed with a powerful orgasm. She gripped me fiercely with her arms and legs and said, "Come for me now. Come in my pussy. Fill me with your jizz!" And once again I obeyed, upping the rhythm and eventually opening the floodgates as I pounded my load into her hot copper snatch.

I wasn't keeping track of time but it seemed we had been banging bodies for a good 20 minutes.., or 15 at least. But we weren't kids anymore and were both spent and laid there for a while catching our breath. She said, "That was great," with the same conviction with which she had complemented the meal. I didn't mind. I was happy with the event and the outcome. I was just starting to snooze when she got up and hit the mini bar for another drink. Then she rummaged in the drawer of the bedside table and came up with a little bottle of oil and a tube of something.

"I need a massage," she said. Again, it was more a directive than a request, and again I was willing to comply. She handed me the bottle of scented oil and turned onto her stomach. I ran a stream down her spine and started to work on her back, shoulders, and ribs, with detours onto the firm sides of her breasts. She sighed contentedly when I moved down to her ass. I was enjoying that bit, too, as her booty was her best feature -- round and firm and made to be squeezed. I massaged the cheeks, one after the other, gently at first and then more aggressively. She rocked them slowly from side to side and opened her legs a bit. I dribbled a trickle of oil down the crevasse and ran my fingers through her crack, pausing to toy with her butthole. I walked my hand down to her pussy and slipped a finger between her outer lips, leaving my thumb pressed against her anus. She let out a moan when I pressed it and spread her legs wider.

"Put it in," she said. "Put it in me." I dripped some more oil around the rim and slowly slid my thumb into her butt. She raised her hips and pressed back against my hand. "Oh yeah," she gasped, "Deeper..." I put my thumb in slowly until it was as far as it could go, thinking it might hurt her, but she was begging for more. She oiled her own hand and reached down to grip my cock. I was already chubbing up, and when she started jacking me I got full hard. "OK," she said, "You need to fuck me in the ass." She raised up on her knees and handed me the tube of lubricant.

Anal sex has never been my thing. Nothing against it, but it has just hasn't been part of my repertoire. But she had a killer caboose, which looked even better all oiled up, and the way this thing had developed was highly erotic. I suddenly became an enthusiastic convert and positioned my loaded pistol behind her upthrust hips and took aim at her back door.

"Go slow," she instructed. "Just get the head in first and let me relax into it."

I inserted the tip of the lube tube in her anus and squeezed a generous dollop of gel into her ass. She squirmed and began to pant in expectation. At her signal, I pressed the head of my cock against her puckered asshole. She reached back to pull her cheeks apart and gasped as my swollen bulb slipped through the collar of her rectum. She gripped me with her sphincter and instructed me to wait while she collected herself. Then, on her signal, I eased my cock into her bit by bit as she wriggled and twitched and panted with passion. When I got all the way in she sighed "Oh yeah!" and flexed her buns. She braced herself with one hand on the mattress and reached back with the other to strum her clit. I felt her relax her internal grip on my cock.

"Now fuck me," she said. And I did.

It was still tight in there but so well lubricated that I could draw back and drive into her at will. It felt like a pussy but the fact of it being ass made it even more erotic. She cried out with each thrust as I pumped, her saying "More, more," and "Do it to me, do it!"

I was near delirious, hearing her commands and watching my cock jabbing into her butt. I gripped her hips and pulled her to me with each stroke. She told me to go faster and then:

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She shrieked and clenched her gluts, trapping my cock buried in her ass and fell forward on the bed. That sent me over the top. I grabbed her shoulders for leverage, pumped a couple more times, and blasted a stream of jism into her bowels.

I caught my breath and she released her grip. I rolled off her, exhausted. When I withdrew my cock from her anus, it was followed by a gush of sperm, gel, and whatever fluids come from that part of the body. It ran down over her pussy and made a puddle on the sheet. I went to the bathroom to clean up my junk and when I returned, she was fast asleep. I took a flower from the courtesy arrangement on the coffee table and put it on the pillow beside her head. Then I got dressed and went back to my room. I felt satiated but not satisfied. Empty somehow. I tried not to think about Celeste but couldn't help it. I missed her and hoped she was OK. I thought about the Sting line: 'if you love somebody set them free.' I still thought I had done the right thing, and I also still felt like a fool.

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Celeste was feeling blue, but she was determined to try being unattached again. She accepted an invitation to go to a Happy Hour with some friends. There were lots of young singles and a decent cover band. A guy asked her to dance. He was good looking in a rugged sort of way and a pretty good dancer. The music was so loud they couldn't talk much, so he grabbed a couple of beers and guided her to a secluded table in the back. He put his arm around her and without hesitation or prelude initiated a kiss. She pulled back as he grabbed her tits. Not fondling or caressing, just mauling them. She pushed his hand away and he dropped it into her lap and squeezed her crotch, saying "Be my China Doll."

She stood up and said loud enough to be heard over the music, "I'm no one's China Doll, asshole, and you can keep your FUCKING hands off me!" She stalked away leaving the beer untouched, called an Uber and went home to cry. A week later Judith from work asked her to go out with her cousin who was in town for a few days. He was attractive but very thin, and he was obsessed with his IT career. They had dinner and saw a sci-fi movie, which she found entertaining but shallow -- just like him. All their conversation was about his education and profession. He was polite but very boring, and she was grateful that he didn't try to kiss her when he dropped her off at home. She tried surfing a dating site, but the correspondents all seemed lame or phony or just looking to get laid. Another dead end.

Then she met a guy at the gym. He was fit and good looking if not quite handsome. Being new, he asked her about the pool hours and towel policy, things that the admin could answer, so he was obviously trying to make conversation. They exchanged names and that was it. The next time she went he was there again, and they talked when they took a break from the ellipticals. He seemed nice and he made her laugh for the first time in weeks. On the third encounter he asked her out and she accepted. It was a dinner date, followed by a leisurely walk in the park and they ended up at his apartment. She felt comfortable with him and enjoyed the conversation. They kissed in the elevator. No tongue, no urgency, just nice and romantic. Once inside, they embraced, and he started to undress her. She acquiesced and undid his belt. Soon they were on the bed, he in his underwear and she in panties and bra. He caressed her over her scanties and reached to the bedside drawer for a packet of condoms. He started to lower the strap of her bra and she inhaled sharply, her jaw clenched tight. Her body stiffened beside him.