Waiting To Meet Her

I look at the paper in front of me, then at the woman sitting impatiently across the desk from me and memories tumble out reminding me, stirring me but most of all disturbing me. I remember how it all started and how I got to be where I am today. Middle aged, single and sad, but let me tell you the whole story and you will, I hope understand.

I am 21, standing on the edge of an irrigation dam that they call a leiwater dam here abouts. The wind ruffles the water of the dam causing the water to sparkle and dance. I watch the sparkles and wait for the return of the swimmer who set out around the edge of the reed bed a while ago.

It is warm in the sun so I am reluctant to venture into the water and go out in search of Wendy the swimmer, Wendy Pieter's mother and Wendy the temptress. If the pronunciation of the name Pieter worries you, just think Peter and you'll be fine. Just don't tell Pieter I said so.

Why am I waiting for Wendy? Wendy goes for her morning swim every morning and George, "Call me Geo!" normally goes with her, looking after the clothes and towels, and making sure she makes it back to shore and home. Wendy and Geo suggested I should go along in Geo's place. I did try to resist but as Pieter said "You are the lifesaver after all." He is right of course, I was a lifesaver some years ago but now?

Now I am but an observer. The problem is that Wendy, Geo's wife and Pieter's mother swims naked or skinny dipping as they all call it. I would not worry too much if Wendy did not look the way she does but she is, at 42 still a stunningly beautiful woman and she is totally aware of her attractiveness especially to me. She plays on my lust for her, basking in the heat she generates in me. When she stripped down to get in the water earlier, she took extra special care to ensure I saw her entire body. And I do mean her entire body. I now know that she has sculpted pubic hair that has been dyed a smouldering red. She also bent over so I could see her pussy. I am terribly aware that she wants some cock from me before we go back home but I am reluctant so I feel safe because the beach we were on is exposed and any hijinks would be publicly visible. Now I suspect she is hiding in a secluded space in the reed beds and that within seconds of me finding her I will be balls deep in her.

Eventually I cannot hold back any more, I must go check up if she is OK so I strip down to a costume and wade out into the warm dam water. And yes, I have growing erection. I follow the reed bed around, find the expected corridor in the reeds that leads to a secluded beach.

"Took you long enough! What if I was tangled in the weed drowning?"

"Then it would be too late. You would be that ugly jeans blue colour that the drowned seem to find fashionable. The upside of that would be that I could face Geo and Pieter with a clear conscience of not having fucked you."

It was at this moment that I stood up and let her see my hard on.

"Oh my word! Bring that thing here."

Twenty minutes later we were back on the beach getting dressed.

"We will come back tomorrow and you won't waste time being coy. We lost a good twenty minutes of fucking this morning."

"Don't you think that Geo or Pieter should accompany you tomorrow?"

"Pieter is my son and Geo isn't capable."

"Poor man! You think he doesn't know what we've been up to?"

"Of course he does! And that is why Pieter didn't come along. Pieter told me you had a big cock. He wasn't wrong,"

I opened my mouth to say something but she stopped me dead in my tracks with;

"And he said you had the serious hots for me and if given half a chance you would fuck me senseless. How right he was, Cummon! I need food after all that exercise."

We get back to the house with me feeling awful and afraid in equal measures but I needn't have worried because Geo and Pieter are welcoming and waiting breakfast for us. It is the most surreal experience of my life. We all eat breakfast ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Are you fucking mad? At least you could have warned me!"

"What should I have said? Just nip off somewhere and fuck my mother cos my father can't?"

I do sometimes wonder about Pieter's sanity. We met doing military service. A call up to invade a neighbouring country, secure the capital and depose the legal government. All part of the cold war fought for major powers by proxy armies of men and women who would gain nothing from the operation. The major power that sent us in changed its mind and sent us back before we had completed the mission. The operation left behind it a trail of death and destruction. Young people on both sides either died or were maimed for no real obvious reason except the whim of a foreign power We had both lost our buddies in that operation so we teamed up. My buddy just disappeared. MIA I suppose you could call it. We found Pieter's buddy however. He had taken a shot to the head and his face was gone. We had to use his dog tags to ID him. I don't think Pieter has ever recovered from that experience completely. PTSD deluxe. Not that I wasn't affected but Pieter took it really hard. I guess it is reflected in our hard living, hard drinking and dangerous lifestyles.

However he was a good man to go partying with. He is prepared to do anything wild and dangerous for a laugh. We were inseparable. We even lost our individual virginities together one night. We had been invited to an engagement party and a group of gate crashers arrived looking for trouble. I was all for leaving by the back gate but Pieter saw the chance for a real brawl. He charged straight into the gate crasher group and started laying about left right and centre leaving me with little option but to follow him in, which encouraged the rest of the guests to get involved. The mother of the bride to be joined the fray and started laying about her with a broom stick that left both sides completely awestruck. Shortly after she joined the battle, the gate crashers beat a hasty and ignominious retreat. She then declared that Pieter and I being the leaders of the fight back deserved a reward. So she took us off to her bedroom and fucked us both.

I am visiting Pieter at his family home by invitation from Geo and Wendy. In hindsight it was probably more Wendy's idea than Geo's but whatever, I am visiting the entire Smythe family, drinking Geo's fine wine and banging his wife. The reason for the invite is that Pieter and I will be going to "the big city" together to attend university and Geo is putting up the money for a comfortable flat for both of us rather than us staying in residences.

Once we move into the flat it seems that fucking Wendy is how I pay my portion of the rent as Wendy makes a point of "checking up" on us regularly with Pieter making sure he is either on his way out or not present at all. About once a week Wendy arrives after Pieter has gone "to the gym" and we retire to my bedroom where Wendy demands fast, hard and hot sex. A "a proper fucking" she calls it. One visit however was different from normal, this one time she oozed into the flat, dressed in a really sexy outfit. A little, and I do mean a little black dress, stockings and suspender belt, and high heels. The heels she informed me were genuine Louboutins and that I was not to waste semen on them as semen would stain such high quality shoes as had been demonstrated by some fool who had a shoe fetish and completely ruined her last pair. It sounded like BS to me and I suspect it was just part of the erotic show. She was made up like a virile man's wet dream image. She was breathtakingly beautiful and I told her so.

"Now, you must pay homage to your goddess! I insist that you must take your time. Slowly seduce me, make me cum, make me cry out in ecstasy, make me lose control and shudder with pleasure. But most of all you must ensure that you cum with me! Fill my pussy with your hot, fertile sperm."

How could I resist? I gently kissed her neck, her shoulders and her face, slowly softly, seductively. Then her soft mouth that had swallowed my cock so often, thrusting my tongue into her mouth where our tongues tangled. I slowly peeled the dress off her shoulders, down over her breasts exposing her nipples which I bit just hard enough to make her shudder and moan softly. Then the dress was free of her arms and I ran my tongue down and over her belly, finding her belly button and its golden piercing which I pulled gently with my lips. J slid the black dress down over her backside find that as usual she was not wearing panties. I ran my fingers down her arse crack and gently stroked her tight, virginal arse hole which caused her to arch her hips forward letting me flick my tongue over her clit and making her gasp.

"Bastard!" she whispered softly "You are not going there!"

I picked her up and laid her gently on her back, spreading her legs, knees over my shoulders and heels pressed into the middle of my back and I ate her sweet pussy, slowly and delicately until I could feel her getting close to cumming at which stage I pulled back just a bit making her moan "No! Don't stop now. I am so close!"

I did this about three or four times till she was panting and begging me to fuck her then I moved up so that my cock was pressing on the slit of her pussy which made her writhe and thrust downwards trying to capture my cock.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!"

Then I slid into her feeling her heat, her tightness and wetness.

"Oh God! Please do it! Fuck me! Cum in me! I am so ready for you."

There is no way on earth any red blooded man can resist the words "cum in me". So I started thrusting into her knowing I could not stop myself. She started to shake, gasp and moan and she arched her back and wrapped her legs around me.

"I am cumming! Cum with me!"

And I started to pump hot cum inside her, holding her down, feeling my cock pulse and pump inside her. We lay entangled for a long while. My cock softened a bit but she pulsed her pussy and stroke my balls gently till I started to harden again.

"Fuck me again!"

I fucked her four times that night, each time she would say "Cum in me again!"

When she left she was leaking cum down her legs. I know this because as we kissed goodbye I ran my hand across her pussy and it came away soaked.

Things became more complex some six months after Pieter and I started varsity. It was Pieter who noticed the warning signs.

"Ma!" he says "You are either eating too much or you are pregnant."

I had noticed the thickening of Wendy's waist and the change in her nipples which were normally small and pink but now they were larger, darker and immensely sensitive. I hadn't mentioned the changes to Pieter or come to the conclusion that Pieter had being the naive that I am.

"Pregnant!" Wendy says cheerfully. "You are getting a sister!"

"Please tell me that she is a test tube baby!" Pieter glaring at me and her alternately.

"What do you think?"She asks looking completely evil.

"Ma!"

"Why should I have a test tube baby when I get known, strong genes directly from source?"

"You told me you were on the pill! You said you were safe! No need for condoms!"

"Yes I was when you asked but you didn't keep on asking. I went off the pill five months ago. Geo said I should."

"You didn't think to consult me on the matter?"

"What's it to you?" She shrugs her shoulders, "It isn't as if it's going to cost you anything,"

"That's not the point. You are carrying my child!"

"Our child. But really all you did was start the process, I get to do the rest on my own, with Geo's help of course. Now come. I need a good solid fucking. Pregnancy does that to me."

At which stage Pieter loses it completely.

"You fucking slut! How could you.."

But he doesn't get any further. I cannot, nay I will not allow him to speak like that to anyone especially Wendy to whom I am becoming more attached than I realise or safely should be. Cummon, you cannot fuck a woman for months on end and not get attached. And to add to the confusion she is carrying my child.

"Stop it dammit! Wendy is you mother!"

Pieter starts to get that flat dangerous look he gets when his PTSD get out of control so I usher her hurriedly out the door.

"Don't come back you bastard!" are the last words to me that I hear as I usher her quickly out the door.

"I think you need to go home now." I say to Wendy "He can be very dangerous in this mood."

"Don't be ridiculous!" she says. She takes out her phone and calls a number.

"Hello Michael darling! I need a room for the night. Be a sweety and tell me you have that exquisite Honeymoon suite open."

"You do? You are such a wizard! Of course I am. Yes. The special I told you about. No you cannot join us. He is all mine."

She rings off and we go to a very exclusive boutique hotel which tells me that the Scythes are very wealthy and also that Wendy is a bit of a wanderer from the marital bed.

Soon we are standing outside on the balcony of a beautiful and expensive room admiring the sparkling city lights below us and drinking champagne.

"To me, to you and to our little baby." she says patting her belly.

"Should you be drinking while pregnant?"

She turns and looks at me, takes a sip of wine, looks away and then sighs.

"No. But tonight is an important occasion. I have told you that I am pregnant and, before you ask, yes she is yours. No one else has been with me since we first fucked in the leiwater dam. And Geo knows and is grateful. I have an offer from both of us for you. We will pay for all your education costs up to Masters. That includes food and accommodation. There is one condition. That you never mention the child and you make no attempt to contact her. As far as you are concerned she does not exist, she never did. If you break this agreement we will sue you for any moneys we paid out to you and we will break you. You must never, ever meet your daughter and she will not know that you exist. I have a contract for you to sign."

"Fuck! That is cold. What happens if I refuse to sign?"

"Then we break you immediately. Sue you for the rent for the flat you share with Pieter. You have till, morning to decide."

I look at her, my beautiful Wendy, I look at the city lights and I realise that I can make or break myself tonight, I want out of this trap but can see no way out. I am furious and I want her to pay for my pain, my confusion. A terrible idea comes to me and it fulfils my need for vengeance.

"Agreed, but with one condition."

After signing her contract, we go out onto the balcony and she leans forward hands on the railing. I lift her skirt, slide a thick blob of lube up her arse, take out my cock and looking out across the city I fuck her virginal arse. When I finish she stands up, straightens her dress and leaves without another word and then I drink myself into oblivion at her expense

Pieter never speaks to me again but I do hear he is becoming more and more unstable and rumour has it that he has dropped out of varsity and joined a mercenary company. He disappears during one operation and is not heard of again. A chance meeting with a mercenary in a bar late one night confirms that an operation went badly wrong and at least ten men went missing. I grieve for Pieter despite our breakup. I still hope that he survived but the total silence about and from him is ominous.

The Smythe family is very publicity shy. I read occasionally about take overs, successful mergers and financial victories. No personal stuff, no photos, radio silence as we called it in the army. Their money arrives as and when required. Their lawyers collect results and progress reports. They don't carry messages to me.

I search social media but not knowing her name, my daughter remains incognito. I stare into a vacuum, terrified of bringing their wrath down on me by probing but wanting to know about my daughter and also about Wendy, the woman who haunts my dreams and interferes with my love life. Obsessed? Yes. I am. Totally. I remain single. Lovers don't last long. No sane woman can compete with Wendy.

Twenty years have passed. I am now a tenured professor at an up market university. How did I get here? A team effort. Wendy and Geo's money and my run away intelligence. I have just finished a meeting with a student who should not be in university doing engineering. She is gorgeous, sexy and really, really dumb. She knows she is going to fail and so she is offering me "Anything at all" if I will just ignore her failing marks and let her pass. And she makes it perfectly clear that "anything" includes sex. I patiently tell her to go off and study really hard. She flounces out of my office swearing softly under her breath. Another knock. Another woman, but one that I do not recognise. Gorgeous, intelligent and confident. If she offered me "anything" to help her pass I might very well be interested. Without invitation, she sits down at my desk, dumps a fancy looking folder on the desk and pushes it across to me.

"Read this please."

No introduction, just the folder.

We stare at each other and I begin to get a strange feeling I have met her before.

"You are?" I wait for a name. Nothing just:

"Read that first please."

I sigh, swing the folder around, open it and freeze because it is a legal document from Geo's law firm. I have stuck to the letter of the law, not strayed from the agreements in the original document so what the fuck is this?

I read the covering letter first. Apparently Lewis and Gardener would like to notify me that important changes have been made to the contract between myself and the Smythe Family Trust. Please see attached. The bearer of the documents is legally constrained from identifying herself until the attached contract is signed. I read the contract. Basically it says that the original contract is now null and void. That all financial constraints have been removed and I am free to contact my daughter if I so desire.

I look at the woman opposite me and I see Wendy's high cheek bones, straight nose and full mouth but the eyes that look back at me are much, much more familiar. I see them every I look in the mirror.

"What happens if I don't sign?"

"Then the Smythe Family Trust is entitled to sue you for breach of contract."

"Is Pieter still alive?"

"Sign the fucking contract you doos!"

"You swear just like him you know. Always called me a cunt when he was pissed."

"I am stone cold sober and becoming persuaded that we should ditch that cancel document."

"Is Wendy still alive?"

I pick up my pen, add a date and hesitate. I look at the woman opposite me and see Wendy. I want, I need, I must talk to my daughter and to Wendy, the woman I have judged all other women against since our last meeting.

"Please sign! You have no idea..." she trails off.

I scrawl my name across the bottom of the contract.

"You can call me Daddy!"

"Fuck off!" she shouts then bursts into tears, I gather my daughter into my arms and I stand there, a tenured professor of engineering with tears in my arms. As she said I too have waited far too long for this moment.

"Geo would not let us cancel the contract. When he died we needed to get Pieter's permission to cancel it or get him declared dead. We found him eventually in a mental institution, completely insane. Bossies the doctor called it and so we needed a court order to exclude him. She wanted to see you. She fucking loved you but Geo and Pieter tied us all up and she died before she could see you. Just before she died she said to tell you that she had not allowed any man to go where you did that last night."

It is that last statement that troubles me most. What did she intend me to understand by it? I will never know.