The Woman in the Grey Business Suit

Info silverhawk
22 Oct. '18

Mom and Dad were adamant that I’d do better in life than they had, though I thought they’d done all right.  We weren’t poor, by my standards anyway.  Jimmy Clarkson was a high school friend of mine and the Clarkson’s were poor.

My dad was a farmer.  We ate roast beef or chicken or pork steaks with mashed potatoes and gravy and some other vegetable, usually green beans or corn or peas, every night.  Dad raised and butchered the meat.  Mom raised and butchered the chickens and canned all the vegetables.  Jimmy’s Dad worked at the filling station in town, and didn’t make much money so they bought cheap. They ate spaghetti or beans every night.

Our old farmhouse was big and leaked cold air in winter, but I had my own bedroom.  Jimmy shared his with two other brothers.  Dad bought a new car about every five or six years.  Jimmy’s dad just kept fixing up their old one.  

Yes, I figured compared to the Clarksons, we were rich, but Mom and Dad didn’t see it that way.  They wanted the Malone family to have at least one college graduate, and their Jason was going to be that one.  I wasn’t looking forward to four more years of school, but I took the SAT and then sent in the application for three state schools.  Mom and Dad were ecstatic when I got accepted by MTSU.

After the first week of classes, I sort of changed my mind about more school.  The classes, with the exception of the required English and History classes, were pretty interesting.  They were also pretty hard work, but I was getting it.  The basic engineering classes were a blast.  Those classes let me see the science behind the farm equipment I’d worked with since I could remember.  They were also something for which I could see a future use.

The other thing that changed my mind was my distance from home.  Mom and Dad were only an hour away by car, but they only came to visit once a month.  The rest of the time, I could do pretty much what I wanted, when I wanted.  I liked being an adult instead of their child.

That four years turned into five years of working part time at various jobs and studying my ass off, but I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and accepted a job offer with an architectural firm in Nashville.  The first week at Peterson, Burns and Partners was pretty confusing, what with reading all their policies and design guidelines and finding and setting up an apartment.  The second week went better, and after a month, I was doing real work that I enjoyed.

There were several younger engineers and architects at PBP.  On Friday night we’d head out for a couple of drinks and dinner, and then go club hopping for a while.  The dinners were nice, but cost as much as Mom spent in a whole week when I was living at home.  I’ve never been much of a drinker, so I usually got elected to be the designated driver.  Life in the fast lane was interesting for a while, but I soon tired of it.  After hearing my same excuses twice, the other guys stopped asking if I was going out on Friday.

I’m not sure why I stopped in at The Saddle Horn that night.  The sign out in front of the little bar said they served food.  Maybe I was just tired of my own cooking.  Maybe it was that Friday night TV wasn’t to my liking.  I’d passed the sign going to and from work every day for six months without giving it a thought.  That Friday night, my car just seemed to turn into the lot all on its own.

Inside, the place was only lit by a few neon beer signs, so it was pretty dark.  The only actual light seemed to be over the bar, so I walked there.  The woman tending bar smiled and asked what I wanted.  When I said a cheeseburger and fries, she smiled again and pointed to another light at the back of the bar.

“You’ll have to see Sadie about that.  Just tell her how you like ‘em and she’ll fix you right up.”

Sadie was probably a little over fifty, with a body some would describe as voluptuous.  She had dark brown hair with a few silver streaks I thought were sexy, and she wore it pulled back in a pony tail.  She grinned when I walked up.

“Hey there, what can I get for ya’”

“A cheese burger and fries.”

“You like your burger rare, medium, or burnt?”

“Medium would be fine.”

“Medium it is then.”

Sadie walked over to a freezer, retrieved a burger patty, and tossed it on her grill.  She went back to the freezer, pulled out a bag of fries and dumped a generous pile in the basket of her deep fryer.  After shaking the basket to level them out, Sadie lowered it into the oil, took the fries back to the freezer, and then walked back to the counter.

“You’re new around here, aren’tcha?”

“Not to Nashville, but this is the first time I’ve been in here.  Why?”

Sadie grinned.

“That white shirt and tie aren’t gonna fit in.  Why don’t you take off the tie and roll up those shirt sleeves?”

After I’d done that, Sadie looked me over.

“That’s better.  You really oughta be wearing jeans, but at least the regulars won’t toss you out on your butt now.  Here, gimme your tie.  I’ll keep it back here until you get ready to leave.”

I ate my burger at the bar, accompanied by a beer that Janet, the woman behind the bar, got for me.  There weren’t many people in the bar, and Janet stayed with me while I ate.  She asked where I was from.

“Ah, you probably never heard of it.  I was raised on a farm just outside of Archer Wells, about two hours east of here.”

“Nope, can’t say as I have, but there’s lots of little towns I don’t know about.  Whatcha doin’ now?

“I work for an architectural firm.  I’m a mechanical engineer.”

“Well, Honey, I’d just keep that to yourself if I was you.  Somebody asks you what you do, just tell ‘em you’re in construction.  The regulars are a bunch of great people, but they’re pretty common folk.  They might not like a college man, especially if he goes tryin’ to pick up on their girls.”

I chuckled.

“I’m not in the market for a girl, not yet.  I need to get my feet on the ground before I start thinking about a family.”

Janet laughed.

“I wasn’t talking about a family.  Most of these guys aren’t looking for anything more than to get laid.  Our girls are pretty smart and they’ve figured that out so they play the game, but they don’t let the guys get too far.  You being the good looking guy you are, you’d probably stand a better chance.  That’s what the guys won’t like.”

I liked Janet.  She was straightforward as well as being good looking.  The wedding ring on her left hand said some other guy thought a lot of her too.  I figured she’d had her share of proposals as well as the other women in the club.

I grinned, and put my hand over my heart.

“I swear I won’t try to take any girls home with me.”

Janet laughed too.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna lose the extra ten pounds on my ass and the lines by my eyes too.  Well, it’s about eight.  The regulars’ll start coming in any minute.  You just remember what I said, OK?”

The place started to fill up and by nine, what had been a quiet little country bar had turned into a bar full of laughs, loud country music, and some very good looking women on the little dance floor.  

For women who didn’t want to get picked up, they sure didn’t understand how to dress not to.  There were women in jeans so tight you’d wonder if they weren’t just body paint.  There were women in little jean shorts that almost showed the curve of their butt cheeks.  Their tops were even more revealing.  Most were little midriff tops were held up only by thin little strings if even that, and if the top actually had a neck line, it was cut so low even a girl with small breasts had visible cleavage.  I thought it was pretty great.  Evidently Janet picked up on that.

“What you grinnin’ about.  Never seen a girl before?”

“Oh, I’ve seen girls before, just not this much of so many at one time all in one place.”

“Yeah, we have to watch pretty close or we’ll have boobs hanging out all over.  Last week, we had to send one home because, as she put it, she forgot to put on her panties.  Now, I’ll tell ya’, I might forget to feed the dog, and I might forget to lock the back door, but I’d never forget to put on my panties.”

Janet laughed.

“Well, there was this one time…but I was a lot younger then.”

“You could still give most of these girls a run for their money.”

“With my big ass and what two kids did to my tummy?  I don’t think so.  Besides, most of these guys are young enough to be my son, and that just wouldn’t seem right to me.”

Janet’s brow wrinkled as her eyes narrowed.

“Say, are you one of those young guys who like older women?”

I was, but it didn’t seem right to tell Janet that so soon after we’d met.  I liked women my own age, but there was something about a woman in her forties or even a little older that really tripped my trigger.  It was all Lisa’s fault, and I’d loved every second of it.

The last semester of my senior year at MTSU, my schedule was sort of messed up as far as working anywhere during normal hours.  One of the hotels in Nashville had an opening for a bus boy from five to ten at night and was the only job I found that would work.

The job wasn’t hard, just delivering room service to people who didn’t want to go out for dinner, so I could usually work in some study time during my shift.  By eleven, I could be home and study for another hour, and then get six or seven hours of sleep before my first class.  On weekends, I worked noon to five cleaning up the kitchen, and then went back to delivering room service in the evening.  The job itself didn’t pay all that much, but it was an up-scale hotel, meals were free when I was working, and the tips I got were enough to get me through that last semester.

One Sunday night in March, about nine-thirty, Maggie, the night cook, said she had the order for six-nineteen ready.  I put on my white bus-boy jacket, picked up the heavy tray, and headed for the elevator.  When I knocked on the door of six-nineteen and said “room service”, it was opened by a woman.

She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and smiled at me.

“Come on in.  Our plane got in late, and we didn’t know what would be open this late on Sunday night.  I’m starved.”

I sat the tray down on the table beside the bed, and then turned to give her the little speech that the hotel had taught me in training, and one that usually resulted in a nice tip.

“I hope you enjoy your meal and our stay with us.  I’ll be here until ten, so if you need anything else, just call room service and ask for Jason.  I’ll be more than happy to do anything I can to make your stay with us as enjoyable as possible.”

The woman fished in her purse, found a wallet, and handed me a five.

“I’m Lisa, and I’ll be sure to ask for you if I need anything.”

The next evening, I was trying to solve an equation for stress in uniformly loaded beams when Maggie rang her bell.

“Six-nineteen, and she asked for you.”

The door to six-nineteen opened after I’d knocked twice.  Lisa smiled and held the door open for me as I went through.

“I decided not to go out again tonight.  We went to that big shopping mall today, and I’m worn out from walking.”

I’d figured out early on that talking with guests was a sure way to increase my tips.  I guess when you’re away from home and don’t know anybody where you are, any person who seems interested feels like a friend.

“I know what you mean.  I don’t go there very often, but it’s huge.  Find what you were looking for there?”

“Oh, I didn’t go there to shop, just to look, but I did buy a few things.  I’m here for a week on vacation with a friend, and I want to see everything I can while I’m here.”

“Do you like country music?”

“Yes, that’s one of the reasons I came here.”

“There are brochures in the lobby of all the places to see in Nashville.  There are some good country places where songwriters sing what they’ve written, and some of them are really good.”

“Oh, I intend to see some of them, and the museums too.”

“Well, if you need directions, don’t be afraid to ask.  I know where most things in town are and how it’s easiest to get there.”

Lisa smiled.

“I’ll keep that in mind.  Oh, I almost forgot your tip.”

She pulled out her wallet, and then frowned.

“I’m sorry, I spent most of my cash at the mall.  My friend went out to eat, but she’ll be back later and I can borrow some money from her until I can get to an ATM.  When do you get off work?”

I said ten.

“She’ll be back before then, so come back after ten and I’ll have your tip for you, OK?”

I clocked out at ten-o-one, and took the elevator to the sixth floor hoping I wasn’t going to get stiffed.  It had happened before, usually with men in Nashville on business.  I knew they were all traveling on expense accounts and I couldn’t understand why they would do that, but sometimes they did.

I knocked softly on the door to six-nineteen, and a few seconds later, Lisa opened it, except she wasn’t the same Lisa.  The Lisa I’d met before was a little like my Aunt June - pretty without realizing she was, and not seeming to pay much attention to what her clothes did to her figure.  The woman who answered the door wore an almost transparent, short, black robe that didn’t do much to hide the black lace bra and thong panties underneath.  It didn’t do anything to hide her shapely legs or anything else.

Lisa grinned.

“Come on in, Jason.  I hope you don’t mind how I’m dressed, but I felt like relaxing a little.  Now where did I put that five?”

She bent over to pick her purse up from the bed, and the robe rode up high enough to uncover the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.  Those cheeks weren’t the tight little cheeks most of the girls at college had.  They were soft and creamy white and a lot more erotic.

“There it is”, she said, and turned around with a five in her hand.  Her smile was a little impish.

“Did you mean what you said about helping me with anything?”

“That’s why they pay me, to help our guests.”

Lisa untied the belt at her waist and let her robe fall open.  Her breasts swayed softly when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“I wasn’t thinking about directions to somewhere.  I was thinking about something else, something special.”

She didn’t have to say what she wanted, and things like this were strictly off limits as far as the hotel was concerned.  I had to tell her no, but in a way that wouldn’t make her feel bad.

“Well, if you’re thinking what I think you are, I really can’t.  It’s a rule of the hotel.”

Lisa moved closer.

“I thought that might be the case, so I asked one of the maids this afternoon if sometimes a man didn’t ask her for what I called special favors.  She understood what I was asking, and said yes, but she’d never done it.  When I asked her why, she said it was against hotel policy.  I asked her if that was all the time, and she said it only applies when you’re working.  You’re not working now, are you?”

“No, but there’s another reason too.  Unless I miss my guess, that’s a wedding ring on your finger.”

Lisa sighed and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, it is, but he’s not here.  Even if he was, he’s more interested in his business than in me.  He’d just be on the phone talking to his managers or to his broker.  That’s why he’s still in Chicago and I’m here by myself.”

She put her other hand on my shoulder.

“He wouldn’t care even if he knew, and he won’t know.  Please don’t make me beg.”

That night, I learned what most men never learn.  The guys I knew talked about older women like they were somehow used up and weren’t as exciting as young girls.  Lisa was more exciting than any young girl I’d dated, and she knew more about pleasing a man than any of my few dates ever thought about knowing.

Her body was full and sensuous, and the way she moved was so erotic she’d have made any man want her if they’d been able to see the real woman instead of her age.  When she undid her bra and let her big breasts fall softly to her chest, I stopped trying to resist.  She pulled off my T-shirt, pressed those breasts into my chest, and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I can’t wait any longer. Take me now, Jason, any way you want.”

Lisa stayed at the hotel until Saturday.  I took her dinner to her every night, and then went back after my shift to take care of her other need.  In the process, she taught me a lot about what women like and don’t like, and how fantastic sex can be with the right person.  That last Friday night, after she’d had three orgasms, she eased her body down on top of mine and laid there panting.  Once she was breathing slower, she kissed me, and then nibbled my ear lobe.

“Umm,  I’d like to take you back to Chicago with me.”

“I think your husband wouldn’t like that very much.”

Lisa chuckled.

“I could hide you in the pool house.  Bill doesn’t swim, so he never goes in there.”

“You don’t think he’d notice something like that?”

“If you mean me being in my swimsuit all the time, no, he wouldn’t.”

“I really need to finish school.”

Lisa sighed.

“I know.  It’s just a fantasy I had this morning.  I’m old enough to know that’s all it is, just a fantasy.  I can still take the fantasy back with me, though.  At night, while Bill is sitting at his desk making stock trades, you’ll be there in bed with me.  Of course, you’ll just be my little vibrator, but I can still fantasize that it’s you.”

Lisa checked out while I was in class, and was gone by the time I got to the hotel.  When I walked through the front door, Liz, the desk clerk waved me over.

“I’ve got an envelope for you from that woman in six-nineteen.  She asked that I give it to you as soon as you got in.”

Inside the envelope were five hundred-dollar bills and a note on a sheet from one of the hotel’s note pads.   In the flowing cursive of a woman’s hand, were just a few words that said a lot – Thank you for this week.  I’ll always remember it.  Lisa.

Janet’s voice pulled me out of the memory and back to the bar.

“The way you’re smiling, I think you do.”

“I suppose with the right one, it would be OK.  What with working and going to school, I never had much time to think about anything involving women.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.  Well, if you want to meet some, young ones and older ones both, come in on Thursday night.  Marilyn comes in to teach line dance lessons, and women get in free.  There’ll be a few guys here with their girlfriends, but it’ll be mostly girls.  You need another beer?”

I said thanks but I had to be going.  In reality, I did have to leave.  I’d planned to drive back home to see Mom and Dad that weekend.  After picking up my tie and saying goodbye to Sadie, I went home.


One of the things some engineers in an architectural firm don’t like is visiting construction sites.  The PBP rule was, if you designed it, you have to inspect it to see if the work is done properly.  Over the next couple months, I was out of the office more than in on several trips to the sites where my designs were being built.  Mostly I did steel work, so I had to check for the right number and quality of welds and that all the bolts and nuts were put in and tightened correctly.  If I found something wrong, I informed the construction manager who then instructed the sub-contractor to fix the problem.  Once that was done, I’d go back to look at the fix.  If all was well, I’d sign off on that phase of the job.

On one of my last visits, I noticed one of the welders staring at me.  Some construction workers don’t really care to have an engineer inspect their work, so the stare wasn’t all that unusual, but there was something different about this guy.  

When I did my inspection, I found four places where the welds looked good, but hadn’t penetrated both pieces of steel.  There were also half a dozen that were really crappy welds, but nobody would see them in the finished building and they looked sound.  I called the bad welds to the attention of the construction supervisor who said he’d take care of it, and could I come back on Monday.  I said I would.

It was Friday night and I was beat, so I headed home a little early.  After taking a shower, I started thinking about something to eat.  I’d been at construction sites for four days that week and hadn’t had time to buy groceries so my food supply was pretty low.  A hot dog without a bun and some potato chips just didn’t seem like enough, so I decided I’d let Sadie do the cooking for me.

Sadie whistled when I walked up to her counter.

“Look at you, all dressed up in jeans and a plaid shirt.  Gee…you even have cowboy boots.”

“Yeah, these are the clothes I used to wear back home, but city people seem to think they’re a little too hicky, I guess.  They do feel pretty good, though.”

“You’ll fit in just fine now.  All those cowgirls’ll be fightin’ over who gets to dance with you first.”

“From what Janet told me, that’s not really a good thing.”

Sadie shook her head.

“It’s not bad if you know how to dance with them.  Just don’t let ‘em get too close and you’ll be all right.  It’s when they mash themselves all over you, that’s what gets the rest of the guys mad.  You just watch tonight and you’ll see what I mean.”

I did watch.  I sat at the bar and talked to Janet while Leonard, the DJ played songs for the line dancers.  When he played the first slow song of the night, I turned on my stool and watched the floor.

What Sadie said was true.  Most of the guys danced with several girls, but it was easy to tell which guy and girl liked each other more than just as a dance partner.  If the couple was just socializing, there’d be a good six inches between them, and the guy would hold the girls right hand in his left and put his other hand on her left shoulder blade.  If the couple was doing more than just dancing, the girl would drape her arms around the guy’s neck and press her breasts into his chest.  The guy’s hands would be either around her waist, or if there was really something between them, his hands would be on her ass.

“Thinkin’ about getting’ you a hand full of butt?”

I turned back toward the bar just as Janet set another beer down in front of me.  She grinned.

“Told you about that, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did, and I’m just watching.  I’ve never danced before, and thought I’d see how it’s done.”

Janet chuckled,

“I hope you learn fast, because you’re about to be asked.”

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see a very pretty redhead smiling at me.  I’m not a good judge of a woman’s age, but she looked a little older than most of the women in the place, like maybe early forties.  Her body was full and sensual, not slender and tight like the younger women.

“Wanna dance with me?”

I was always taught it was not polite to refuse a woman’s request unless it was absolutely outrageous, so I said yes.  The woman grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bar stool, and then dragged me onto the dance floor.

I held out my arms like I’d seen the other guys do, but she had other ideas.  Before I knew what was happening, she put her arms around my neck and did her best to weld her whole body to mine.  I felt her big breasts flatten out on my chest and her tummy pressing against mine just before she laid her face on my shoulder and whispered, “You’re supposed to put your arms around me and hold me tight.”

I started rocking from side to side like I’d seen most of the couples doing and the woman followed.  After she pressed her body in a little tighter I asked if her boyfriend wouldn’t be mad at me for dancing with her like this.  She just laughed.

“If he was my boyfriend, he might, but he’s my husband.  You’re all right.”

With that, she straddled my thigh and began rubbing her crotch against my leg.  Now, I’m just as much a man as the next guy, and with any of us, a woman rubbing any part of her against any part of us is going to have the same result.  My cock started to get hard.

The woman pushed her crotch a little higher on my leg and then giggled.

“I think you like dancing with me.”

“Well, I’ve never danced before, but let’s just say I never imagined dancing would feel quite like this.”

“Oh, it can feel even better.  Maybe the next time we dance I’ll show you.”

The music ended then and the woman grinned as she eased her body off mine.

“I’m Tina.  Thanks for dancing with me.”

“Tina, I’m Jason, and it was my pleasure.”

Tina grinned again.

“I liked it too…a lot.”

When I sat back down on my stool, Janet walked over and chuckled.

“What’d you think of Tina?”

“Uh…well…she’s uh…unique.”

“I guess that’s one way of saying it.  Don’t worry, she’s harmless and so is her Todd.  He’s the guy with white hair sitting beside her.  They’re a nice couple but a little different.  Todd likes seeing her dance with other guys, and from what Tina once told me, it turns them both on.  Just play along with her like the other guys do.”

“Play along?”

Janet just laughed.

“I’m sure you’ll find out what that means all by yourself.”

Janet went down the bar to serve another couple guys and I turned back to the dance floor.  There were about twenty women doing what I guess they call line dancing.  They were lined up anyway.  It was fun to watch.  The dances seemed to be designed for the women to roll their asses a lot, and they did.  Tina saw me watching and gave me a wink, then rolled her butt seductively.  I grinned and she grinned back.

I heard a bottle land on the bar beside me and turned to look.  A tall, lanky guy with a straw cowboy hat was staring at me.

“You’re that engineer that was on site today, ain’tcha?”

I recognized him then.  He was the same guy who’d been staring at me when I made my inspection.

“That would be me.  Why?”

“Thought I reco’nized you from bein’ here a few weeks back.  Just wanted to be sure a’fore I done this.”

He held out his hand.

“I’m Mike Rogers, lead welder on that job.  We left them bad welds for you to find to see if you know’d a goodun from a badun.  We left some that looked like shit but was good welds too.  You seen the shitty ones, but you didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout ‘em.  Most engineers we work with woulda marked all of ‘em, but you only marked the baduns.  That makes you OK in my book.”

I shook Mike’s hand.

“I’m Jason Malone.  I wasn’t there to make your life hard.  I just have to make sure the steel goes up like it’s suppose to.”

“Aw hell, we know that, and we allus do the best we can.  Just some engineers got big heads an’ think they know more’n they really do so we try ‘em out.  You won’t find no more problems with our jobs.”

I offered to buy him a beer, and Mike smiled.

“I don’t never turn down a free beer, but ya better wait until after this dance.  Tina’s coming for ya agin.

Tina didn’t ask this time.  She just crooked her finger at me and smiled.  Mike laughed.

“Go dance with ‘er an’ make her feel good.  Tina’s a nice woman, an’ her man’s a good guy too.  Used to be a pipe-fitter afore he retired.”

This time, Tina didn’t say anything for a while.  She just sighed when she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her breasts into my chest.  It didn’t take long before she was riding my thigh again.  It was right after that she licked my earlobe and when whispered, “am I turning you on?”

Well, Janet had said Tina was harmless, but now I wasn’t so sure about that.  

“Uh…well, yes.”

“Am I turning you on enough you’d like to fuck me?”

“Uh, well, if you weren’t married…”

“You mean if I wasn’t forty-six, you would.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.  I sorta like women older than I am.  And you don’t look that old.”

Tina licked my neck.

“Oh, I am, but you’d still like to fuck me?”


“Todd likes me to tell him other men would like to fuck me, and I like hearing that too.  Just tell me you’d like to.”

“OK, I’d like to.”

“Like to what?”

“I’d like to fuck you.”

Tina sighed.

“How would you fuck me?”

“Well, the normal way, I suppose.”

“You mean with me on my back and you on top of me?”


“Would you move it in and out really deep and slow or just a little and really fast?”

“Well, it depends on what you like the best.”

Tina thrust her crotch into my thigh and sighed.

“I like both.  Deep and slow at first, then fast when I cum.”

“Then that’s how I’d do it.”

“Ummm.  You’re making my nipples stiff.  Can you feel them?”

Actually, I could.  Tina didn’t seem to be wearing much in the way of a bra, and what had been two soft bumps on her breasts were now trying to bore holes in my chest.

“Yep, I feel them.”

“While you’re fucking me, would you suck my nipples?”

“Oh yeah.”

Tina stuck her tongue in my ear.

“God, you’re making me all hot and wet.”

“I’m sorry.”

Tina giggled.

“Don’t be sorry.  I like being hot and wet.  Talk to me some more.  Tell me what else you’d do to me.”

Thankfully, the song ended about then.  Tina kissed me on the cheek, said “See you later”, and then walked back to her table.  I went back to the bar and Mike.  He was chuckling.

“Don’t look now, Jason, but you got a hammer handle in y’ur jeans.”

“I know.  Is she always like this?”

“Nope.  Sometimes she’s hotter.  Too bad about her husband.  The way I hear it, he can’t get it up unless she tells him what some guy said to her and what she did to him.  She’s a little old for me, but I’d still fuck her in a second.  She won’t have none of that, though.  Most of us have tried, but she all’ys says no.  It’s only Todd who gets to poke that little pie.  How about that beer?”

Mike walked back to the bunch of guys playing pool after Janet brought our beers.  She grinned at me as he walked off.

“So, you find out about those other things?”

“What other…oh, you mean with Tina.  Yes.  She could tempt a saint, and I’m far from a saint.  The only problem is dancing with her is it’s like being a kid in a candy store with no money.”

“Just don’t think too bad of her.  She’ll get laid tonight and she appreciates being told you’d like to be the one.  You did tell her that, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes, after she pulled it out of me.”

Janet laughed.  

“Be glad she didn’t pull on something else.  She’s been known to do that.”

“And Todd doesn’t mind?”

“No, he likes it.  You’ll find that out.”

I laughed.

“Maybe, if I can manage to keep my hands off her.  He probably wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Janet smiled.

“You might be surprised.”

With that, she went to the other end of the bar.

I nursed that beer through half an hour of line dances and was almost ready to head for home when the DJ played another slow song.  I hadn’t seen Tina walk up beside me, but I felt her hand when she gently squeezed my thigh.

“Up for another dance?”


Once Tina had pasted her curves against me, she blew gently in my ear.  Her voice was deep and lusty.

“So, what else would you do to me when you fuck me?”

“I don’t know.  What ever came to mind I suppose.”

“Would you squeeze my boobies?”

“Well, sure.”

“Ummm.  I like having my boobies squeezed.  Do that to one now.”

“I don’t know…I don’t think the bar would like that.”

“I know the guy who owns this bar and he doesn’t care.  I know Janet talked to you about me, too.  She knows what I’m doing and she won’t say anything.  Neither will anybody else.  Just a little squeeze so Todd can see.”

I slipped my hand up Tina’s side and cupped her breast, then squeezed gently.  She gasped.

“Oh, yeah.  Do the other one now, and pinch my nipple.”

Tina’s nipple was stiff and rubbery when I gently pinched it.  She gasped again and whispered, “a little harder”.  I pinched her again, and she sagged into her arms and sighed.

“I’m gonna fuck Todd so good tonight.  I’m so wet my panties are soaked.”

“Well, I’m in pretty bad shape myself.  You’re one hot little lady, Tina.”

She hugged me tight.

“I wish I could help you like you’ve helped me, but I can’t.  Thanks for telling me I’m hot.  None of the other guys ever told me that.  It makes me feel good.”

The song ended and Tina eased her arms down from around my neck.  

“We have to leave now.  Will I see you again some time?”

“I’m here about every Friday and Saturday night unless I’m on the road.”

“Oh, good.  Next time, I’ll tell you how things went tonight.  Thank you so much.”

About half an hour later, I went home too.  On the way, I kept thinking how odd it was to be thanked for letting a woman do everything with me except fuck me senseless.  I hoped Todd realized what he had there and did his part when they got home.


The next Friday, I was standing at Sadie’s counter waiting for my burger and fries.  Sadie was humming to herself as she gave the burger a final flip and then put it on a bun.  She was still humming when she added a thick slice of tomato and a mound of pickles.

“No onion, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Well, that’s probably for the best.  Wouldn’t want you to be breathin’ onion all over Tina tonight.”

Sadie laughed.

“Caught you with your pants down, didn’t she?”

“If you mean I was surprised, that’s an understatement.”

“Well, you’re in for another surprise.  Your supper’s on Todd tonight.  All you can drink, too.”

“That sounds like he’s paying me for dancing with her.”

“Well, kinda, I guess, but that’s not what it is.  Todd owns this bar, and all or parts of half a dozen others in town.  He can give Tina anything she wants and she likes playing with other guys, so he encourages her.  He seems to really like it when she does, too.  He’s a nice guy, and he’s just showing his appreciation.  I don’t think you mind what Tina does much, do you?”

“Well, no, but it’s a little frustrating if you know what I mean.”

Sadie grinned.

“I’d think a good lookin’ guy like you wouldn’t have to look far to find a way to get rid of that frustration.

“I’m not really looking for that, not yet.  I want some money in the bank first and a place of my own.”

“Well, maybe you’re not looking, but you might get found.  A couple of the girls have asked me and Janet about you.”

Sadie slid my basket of food to me and grinned again.

“You wouldn’t mind being found, would you?”

I said I didn’t know for sure, and then carried my food to the bar.  Janet already had my beer open and sitting on the bar.

“Sadie told you your drinks are on Todd, didn’t she?”

“Yes.  I’m not sure how I feel about that, but she told me.”

“Just enjoy it while it lasts.  Tina will try out some other guy eventually.  Speaking of Tina…”

Janet rolled her eyes in the direction of the door.

Tina and Todd were walking back to their table.  Well, Todd was walking.  Tina’s jeans were cut really low, and as she walked, each hip made this really erotic up and down motion.  When she turned around to sit down, I stopped breathing for a second.  Her top was one of those little ones held up by just two tiny little strings like most of the women wore, but she was showing cleavage all the way down to the bottom curves of her breasts.

She saw me looking and waved.  As I waved back, Todd looked at me, smiled, and waved too.  I waved at them both, and turned back to the bar and my dinner.

I was expecting Tina to come over when the first slow song started, and she didn’t disappoint me.  Once we were on the floor, she didn’t plaster herself all over me like before.  Instead, she looked up at me.

“Look at my boobs.”

I chuckled.

“I have been.  They’re pretty hard to miss.”

“Do you like ‘em?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Would you squeeze ‘em again?”

“Anything to please you, Tina.”

“Good”, she whispered as she pulled herself up tight against my chest.  Squeeze my butt too.”

Between squeezing her ass cheeks and her breasts and rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her top, we didn’t get much dancing done.  When the song ended, my cock was stiff as a board, just like Tina’s nipples.  Just before she let me go, Tina whispered in my ear.

“When we got home last Saturday, I told Todd about dancing with you and how it made me feel.  It made him get hard, harder than he’s been in months.  We had a great time that night and the next morning too.  It was almost like when Todd was younger.  I need that to happen again, so just keep doing what we did last week, OK?”

After three more dances with Tina that night, I decided I wasn’t just playing along with her any more.  I really liked her and what I could do for her.  The only thing bad was that I couldn’t take her to the next step, but I had to respect her for that.  

As I waved back at Tina and Todd when they left, I couldn’t help but compare her and Lisa from my hotel job.  Tina wasn’t quite as sophisticated as Lisa in the way she spoke, but hearing her say what she liked and wanted wasn’t any less erotic.  Both women were filled out enough to be sensuous without looking heavy, and I was pretty sure Tina could use her curves every bit as well as Lisa had.

I went home with a fantasy of my own that night.  Tina was naked in my bed and riding my cock while I rolled and tugged on her swollen nipples.  We came at almost the same time, and after a minute’s rest, Tina wanted more.


The following night, Saturday, I went back to The Saddle Horn for dinner.  I decided to try Sadie’s chicken breasts because Janet said they were really good.  Sadie dumped four into her deep fryer, put some fries in the other basket, and then came over to talk.

“Last night, it looked like you and Tina went a little farther than she usually does.”

“No, I don’t think we did.”

Sadie chuckled.

“I saw you slide your hand in her jeans.  She never let any other guys do that.”

“Well, you won’t see that again.  She said that was only for Todd.”

“OK, just don’t go reading more into what she’d doing than’s really there.  Tina’s a friend of mine.”

“Don’t worry about that.  I’d like to go further, but I wont.  She seems to be pretty faithful to Todd from what I hear, though it’s a little hard to figure how what she does is being all that faithful.”

“Well, I’ve never been in her situation so I can’t say, but she and Todd have worked it out between them.  That’s all that counts.”

“What I can’t understand is why he likes watching her do what she does.  I’d be jealous as hell. Did you see that top she had on? Most of the guys here were almost drooling and they’d take her to bed in a heartbeat.  

Sadie laughed.

“You men are all alike.  Just show you a little skin and you’re ready to hop into bed.  My George is the same way, not that I mind all that much.”

“You’re a lucky gal, then.”

“Yeah, I suppose I…well, will you look at that.”

I looked in the direction of the door.  A woman dressed in a grey business suit, nylons, and black heels walked over to the bar and said something to Janet.  Her hair was long and honey-gold, and I caught the blue flash of a beer sign light coming from the jewelry on her hands and wrists.  After Janet nodded, the woman took the stool at the end of the bar.

Sadie tapped my arm.

“Jason, you ought to go tell her she’s way overdressed for this place.”

“I don’t know.  Maybe she just wants directions to somewhere.”

“Nope.  Looks like she’s staying for a while.  Janet just brought her a drink.  Go see who she is.”

I took my chicken up to the bar and asked Janet to bring me a beer.  When she sat it on a cardboard coaster in front of me, I asked who the new girl was.

“Well, first off, she’s no girl.  She’s gotta be thirty if not thirty-five.  I’ve never seen her before and she didn’t say anything except that she wanted a martini.”

“Maybe I’ll go ask her who she is.”

Janet frowned.

“I don’t think I’d do that.  She didn’t sound very happy when she ordered her drink.”

I looked back at the kitchen, and answered Sadie’s questioning look with a shrug.

The woman sat at the end of the bar, slowly swirling her drink.  Once in a while she took a sip, but just a sip.  The sips were so tiny, I wondered if she’d ever had a martini before and was trying to get used to the taste.

Her long, slender legs were crossed, and the top leg was bobbing up and down.  She wasn’t in time with the music Leonard was playing, so either she was just really lacking in rhythm, or she was upset about something.  From the look on her face, I figured it wasn’t anything to do with rhythm.

I suppose it was that sense that you’re being watched that caused her to look at me.  Our eyes met for a second or so before she frowned and turned back to her martini.  In one gulp, she downed the half that was left in her glass, and then signaled for Janet.  Janet soon had another on the coaster in front of the woman.

Because of the woman, I hadn’t seen Tina and Todd come in, but when Leonard put on a slow song, I felt her tap on my shoulder.

“Hi, Jason.  Wanna dance with me?”

Tonight her top didn’t have strings to hold it up, and from the way her breasts wobbled when we walked onto the dance floor, it didn’t have much of a built-in bra either.

Tina grinned as she put her arms around my neck.

“Like my top?”

“I like what’s in it better.”

She snuggled up to me and I felt her breasts flatten into my chest.

“How much do you like ‘em?”

I gently squeezed Tina’s ass.

“Enough to pull that top down and give each nipple a big kiss.”

“Ummm.  They’d get hard then.”

“Yeah, just like you’re making me.”

Tina giggled.

“Aw, am I doing something to you.”

“You always do, Tina.  Always.”

“Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

“You’re making me want to fuck you right here, right now.”

Tina giggled.

“Right here, in front of everybody?”

“Yeah, right in front of everybody.”

“Like… with both of us naked… in front of everybody?”

“Tina, I’d have you naked on the floor with my cock in you so fast you wouldn’t know what was happening.  Or maybe I’d bend you over a table and fuck you from behind.  Think you’d like that?”

“Umm.  I would, but don’t you do a little playing around first?”

“”Well, I don’t know.  Do you like playing around first?”

Tina inched a little closer.

“Sometimes that’s almost as good as cumming.  How would you play with me?”

“Hmmm.  You like your nipples sucked?  How about a few nibbles and a couple of little bites too?”

“Keep going.  I’m getting wet again.”

“Maybe I’d roll them with my fingers and then pull on them a little.”

“Oh, God, yes.  What else.”

“I’d have to keep checking to see how wet you are.”

“You’d put your fingers inside my pussy?”

“Yeah, first one and then two, three if you wanted.”

“Mmm.  I think maybe just two.  Would you fuck me with your fingers?”

“Sure.  Maybe I’d make you cum once like that, and once more when I fucked you.”

“I…I can cum more than twice.  Would you make me keep cumming?”

“If that’s what you wanted.”

Tina sighed.

“Sometimes I daydream about that, just like I daydream about something else.”

I slipped my hand up Tina’s side and gently squeezed her right breast and then rubbed my finger over her taut nipple.

“And what would that something else be?”

“Oh, just some special kisses.”

“Special kisses?  Like where?”

Tina sucked on my earlobe for a second.

“In a place most men don’t want to kiss.”

I chuckled.

“I think I know where you mean.  I wouldn’t mind kissing you there for an hour or so.”

“You’d lick my pussy? Oh, tell me you’d lick my pussy.”

“I’d love to lick your pussy.”

Tina was breathing a little faster and her voice had gotten sultry.

“Until…until I cum?”

“Until you cum so hard I have to hold on to your butt to keep you from bucking me off.”

“How’d you know I do that when I cum?”

“I may be young, but I’m not all that inexperienced.”

“You’d hold on to me and keep licking my pussy?”

“Tina, I’d lick your little pussy until you begged me to stop.”

“Oh, God.  If I came that many times, I might not be able to fuck afterwards.”

“Then we’d just rest a while until you could.”

Tina eased an arm from around my neck and I felt her hand slide between us.  It was there for only a moment, but it brushed my stiff cock before she put it around my neck again.  She kissed my neck and then chuckled.

“I need to do something with my panties.  I’m so wet I’m soaking through my jeans.”

When the song ended, Tina headed for the ladies room and I went back to the bar.  The woman in the grey suit was gone.  I waved at Janet.  Before I could ask her, she answered my question.

“She left.  Drank two martinis and then walked straight out the door.”

Tina and Todd only stayed for one more slow dance.  She put her arms around my neck and snuggled up to me like always, but kissed me on the cheek this time.

“We have to leave right after this.  You got me so wet, I have a dark spot in the crotch of my jeans.”

“Next time, I won’t talk the same way then.”

Tina words blew softly in my ear.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.  It’s just a little embarrassing.  Next Friday, I’ll wear a panty liner so you can say anything you want to me.”

I chuckled.

“Like that I’d love to push my tongue inside you when you’re wet and taste the real Tina?”

“Ohhh….yes, you can say that to me.”

“Or that I’d take you slow and deep until you were begging me to go faster?”

“That too.”

“How about if I told you I’d have you ride my cock so I could play with your nipples at the same time.  Maybe you’d like that little button between your lips rubbed too."”

“Oh God, I think it’s starting to run down my leg.”

“Do you squirt when you cum?”

“I think I do sometimes.  I get really, really wet anyway.”

“Then I’ll pleasure you until you soak down the sheets and we have to sleep on the couch.”

Tina stopped in the middle of the song, kissed my cheek and then walked quickly over to Todd.  I wasn’t even off the dance floor yet when she dragged him through the door of the bar.

Janet was laughing when I picked up my beer.

“What’d you do to Tina?  She hasn’t gone home this early ever.”

I grinned.

“I just played along with her like you suggested.”

“Well, you must play pretty good, ‘cause her face was all flushed and she was walking kind of funny.  What’d you say to her?”

I grinned again.

“A gentleman never tells anyone about what happens between him and his lady friends.”

“That’s OK.  I’ll ask her next Friday and she’ll tell me.   It better have been nice.”

“Well, she seemed to think it was nice.  The woman in the grey suit, she didn’t say anything more?”

“Nope.  Just ordered another drink right before you went to dance with Tina.  She did mumble something about a man, but I couldn’t really understand what she said.  I got busy with six guys who all wanted something different, and when I looked for her after I got done with them, she was gone.”

“I wonder who she was…and what brought her here.  She looked more like the type I used to see in the bars downtown.”

“Who knows.  I’ve seen some strange things from behind this bar, and she wasn’t the strangest.”

With Tina gone, there wasn’t much reason to stay, so I said goodbye to Janet and went home.  

Since I could remember, I’ve always liked puzzles, and the woman in the grey suit had piqued my interest.  I really wanted to know her story, if only to satisfy my curiosity.  I fell asleep thinking of possible reasons she’d come in to The Saddle Horn, and why she seemed so upset.


The next week, I was on construction sites every day.  PBP had a lot of buildings going up, and since I’d done the steel design for several, I had to be there to inspect the work before the siding went on.  They all went pretty well except for the warehouse project I went to on Friday.

When I drove on that site, nobody was working.  I got out of my company truck and walked over to a group of men in hardhats looking at the drawings.  I didn’t know the construction supervisor, but I did know one of the guys with a welding helmet on his head.  I walked over to him and stuck out my hand.

“Hi Mike.  What’s going on?”

“Well, the steel don’t match the plan.  Ever one o’ them bar joists is ‘bout three inches long.”

I looked at the plan view and then at the shop drawings from the steel supplier.  It was easy to see what had happened.

The ink from the plotter had made sort of a blob at the top of the number five in the forty-nine feet, five and three-quarter inch dimension.  The steel shop had converted my drawing into their own shop drawings, but interpreted the five as an eight.  Somehow, the checker back at the office had missed the difference.

“Yeah, they’re too long all right.  Who’s the construction manager?”

Mike pointed to a man with a cigar in his hand and a scowl on his face.  I explained to the guy that the joists weren’t right and he’d have to order new ones that were the right length.

“Damn.  That’ll take almost four months, and we’ll lose our early completion premium.  Isn’t there something else we can do?  Can’t we just burn the three inches off and use ‘em like that?”

“I suppose you could, but that’s a lot of work to do without the right fixtures.  The bedding plates have to be right or the building won’t go up square and plumb.”

The construction manager turned to Mike.

“Mike, if I get you some steel, can you build the fixtures he’s talking about and fix those joists?  I’ll pay your guys for the overtime and a little extra for the added work.”

Mike shrugged.

“Yeah, we can do it if Jason gives us a sketch.”

I drew a sketch on the back of one of the prints and asked Mike if he could build it.

“Well, sure, but it’d be a whole lot easier to do it this way.”

Mike quickly drew another sketch below mine.  His idea would work, and would probably be faster, but it required a lot more accurate measuring than mine.  

“You’ll have to be right on every measurement if you do it this way, but it’ll work.”

“Don’t you worry about them measurements.  They’ll all be on the money.”

I turned back to the construction supervisor.

“Get Mike what he needs and call me when you get a few done.  If they look good, you can do the rest.  Fair enough?”

As I walked back to my truck, Mike caught up with me.

“Thanks for tellin’ that asshole what’s right.  I stopped the guys from cuttin’ them joists off like he told them to ‘cause I know’d the rest of the steel wouldn’t be right if we did.  He was threatenin’ to kick me off the site when you showed up.  I owe you a beer sometime.”

I was happy as I drove back to the office.  Mike had saved me a lot of trouble.  If he could do what he said and fix the problem, I’d look good to my manager too.

I was eating my burger and fries at the bar of The Saddle Horn that night when she walked in again.  She wore a different blouse.  The skirt and jacket were different, but still the same gray.  Her stockings and heels were the same, and the same jewelry flashed from her hands and wrists.  Janet followed her down to the far end of the bar and took her order, and rolled her eyes at me as she went past.  After setting the woman’s drink on a coaster and taking the five the woman handed her, Janet waked back to the register, dropped the five in and pulled out two ones that she put in her tip jar.  

The woman acted the same as last week, just sitting there with a frown on her face and swirling her glass.  The same questions popped into my head as last week, but it didn’t look like she’d be happy to answer any of them.  Tina and Todd came in about then, and I sort of forgot about the woman.

The first slow dance with Tina was just like all the others.  Her top that night was a T-shirt with rhinestones in a circle around each breast., and her big nipples made delicious bumps in the center of the sparkling circles.  I felt those bumps grow a little when Tina snuggled up to my chest.  I got the usual kiss on my earlobe before she said anything.

“Jason, last Saturday was just wonderful.  I got so hot, and when I told Todd about it on the way home, he asked me to show him how hot I was.  I unzipped my jeans and let him feel my panties.  He got hard, right there in the car.  I played with him all the way home, and once we got there…well we didn’t make it all the way to the bedroom.  He fucked me on the couch.”

Tina giggled.

“I had to clean the couch on Monday.  I sorta soaked it down, like you said you’d make me do.”

“Well, I’m happy for you.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just once.  Todd got it up again right after he licked my pussy until I came again.  I came that time too.”

“Sounds like you had quite a night.”

Tina chuckled.

“The next morning too.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Tina rubbed her crotch on my thigh.

“Right now, I wish you say how you’d have me ride your cock.”

The song ended just then, and Tina said “Damn, just when things were gonna get going again.”

I squeezed her breast gently.

“You just hold that thought until the next one.  Until then, you just imagine what my tongue would be doing to you.”

I went back to the bar and finished my beer.  When Janet brought me another I asked her if the woman had said anything more.

“No, but she’s on her third martini.  That must be some problem she’s trying to work out.  Why are you so interested anyway?”

“Oh, just curious I guess.”

Mike came in a few minutes later and bought me another beer.  He said he’d have the steel he needed on Monday, and would have a few joists done by Wednesday so I could look at them.  Then he went back to one of the pool tables.  

The blonde was watching the line dancers, and I thought I could see her moving her body just a little like she was trying to pick up the moves.  Her blouse and skirt didn’t fit tight enough to tell what was underneath, but she’d catch some eyes on the floor with her looks anyway.  I’d about mustered up enough courage to talk to her when Leonard put on another slow song.

Tina mashed her breasts into my chest and whispered, Now, where were we?”

“Well, I’d just squeezed you…like this…and told you to think about what my tongue could be doing to you.”

“I’m not very good at thinking things up.  Maybe you’d better tell me.  You can squeeze my boobs again too if you want.”

I rubbed my fingertip over her right nipple and then pinched it a little.

“Hmm…well, I’d be seeing if you taste as good as you look.  I’d bet you do.”

“I don’t know how I taste.  You’d have to tell me.”

“I imagine you’d be a little tart and a little musky and all sexy woman.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

“More sexy than any of the young girls here.”

“That makes me feel good.  How would you taste me?”

“Oh, lots of ways.  I’d start by just licking you on the outside, on both lips, and all the way from bottom to top.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Then, I’d let my tongue slide between your lips and lick them on the inside too.”

“Oh wow, I can almost feel that.”

“Then, I’d lick every little fold of your inner lips.  I love the way those lips feel on my tongue, especially if they’re big lips.”

“Mine stick out a little.  Is that big?”

“Big enough I could suck them in my mouth and pull on them.”

“Ummm.  Last week you said you’d put your tongue inside me.  Would you do that again?”

“Not until you were really wet.  I like that fresh, hot woman taste you’d have then.”

Tina slowly rubbed her crotch on my thigh.

“I think I’m pretty wet now.”

“Then you’d be feeling my tongue trying to get as deep inside you as it could reach.”

“I might cum if you did that.”

I squeezed Tina’s butt cheeks.

“I wouldn’t let you cum.  I’d want to be sucking your clit with two fingers inside you when you did that.”

“Ohhhh…I would cum if you did that.”

“I’d be rolling your nipples at the same time.”

“And pulling them up?”

“Yeah, and I’d give them a shake or two while I pulled them.”

“Oh God, just hearing that makes me tingle all over.”

“Then you’d be tingling a lot.”

“Not as much as I’d tingle when you fucked me.”

I chuckled.

“I thought you’d ride me for a change.”

“You mean sit on your cock?”

“Yes.  You’d have to do most of the moving, but you could control how deep and how fast.”

“Ummm.  I’d like that.”

“Once you were ready, I’d start helping a little more.”


“My pushing my cock as deep inside you as I could.”

“Really deep and really fast?”

“Fast and deep enough I’d be bouncing your hot ass with every stroke.”

“Oh God…I’d cum for sure then.”

“I probably would too.”

“Inside me?”

“Well, no, not unless I was wearing something.”

Tina sucked my earlobe.

“You wouldn’t have to.  I’m safe.  Tell me you’d cum inside me.”

“I’d cum inside you just as deep as I could reach.”

“Ohhhhh… I feel like I could cum right now.”

“That would be a little awkward, wouldn’t it?”

Tina giggled.

“Probably, but I’d still like to.  I think I’ll see if Todd’s ready to leave.  You won’t mind, will you?”

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady should have.”

A few minutes after she left me standing on the dance floor, Tina and Todd left.  I went back to the bar and sat down.  The blonde was still there, but she wasn’t swirling and just sipping her drink any more.  I watched as she downed the martini in three gulps and then waved at Janet.  Janet took her another drink, put the cash in the register, and then stopped in front of me.

“That’s her fifth in the last couple hours.  If she keeps going, somebody’s gonna have to pick her up off the floor.”

“She doesn’t look drunk.”

“She may not look drunk, but she talks like she is.  Nope, she acts drunk too.  Look.”

The blonde had gotten off her barstool and was moving slowly toward Janet and me.  She stopped beside me, leaned against the bar, and looked at Janet.

“Where…where is the…the lady’s room?”

Janet pointed to the two doors at the side of the bar.

“It’s the one with the girl in a skirt on the door.  The other one with the man in the cowboy hat is for the guys.  Don’t go in that one, OK?”

The blonde straightened up, pointed her finger at Janet, said “Right…the one with the girl”, and started to back away from the bar.  Her first step was a little off, and her foot went sideways in the black high heel.  She caught herself by grabbing the padded bar and grinned.

“Oops.  I need to be more careful.”

Janet tapped me on the arm.

“Go help her before she falls flat on her face.”

“I don’t even know her.”

“I don’t care.  She needs help and I have to stay here.  Go help her.”

The blonde was just standing there trying to get her weight on the right foot.  I walked up and asked if she’d like some help.

“I’m OK.  I just got off balance a little.”

“Yeah, I saw.  I think you’re going to get off balance next time too.”

“No I won’t.  See.”

Her next step was the same, and it was only because I grabbed her around the waist that she didn’t fall.

“Yes, I see.  Now let’s get you to the lady’s room.”

With one arm around her waist and the other holding her by the hand, I walked her to the lady’s room door.  When I let her go, the blonde leaned against the wall and pointed to the door with the man in a hat.  

“That’s where I’m suppose to go, but you can’t go in there.  It’s only for girls.  You’re not a girl.”

“No, it isn’t.  That’s the men’s room.  Janet said the one with the girl in a skirt, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.  That would be”, she looked slowly back and forth between both doors several times, and then giggled as she pointed to the right door, “this one.  You can’t go in there.  It’s only for girls.  You’re not a girl.”

“No, I’m not, but that’s the right door.  Now you go in and do whatever it is you need to do, and I’ll stay here to help you back to the bar when you come out.”

She grinned and said, “OK”.

Ten minutes later, she still hadn’t come back out.  A younger girl I’d met a couple weeks before said “hi” as she walked up to the lady’s room door.  I caught her arm and asked if she’d check on the blonde.

A few minutes later, Mandy came out with the blonde hanging on her shoulder.

“She was doing OK.  She just couldn’t figure out how to get her skirt back down.  She had it stuck in her panties.  I fixed it for her.”

I walked the blonde back to the bar and helped her up on her stool.  She waved at Janet.  Janet rolled her eyes at me, and walked down the bar.

“What’ll it be, Honey?”

“Another martini, please.”

“I think you’ve had about all the martini’s you need for one night.”

“Nope.  I need one more.  Then I’m gonna go home to my cat.”

“How you gonna do that when you can’t walk by yourself?”

“I’ll do just fine.  I just stepped wrong before.  Martini’s don’t affect me at all.”

Janet laughed.

“Yeah, right.  I suppose you always wear the zipper of your skirt in the front too.”

The blonde giggled.

“Oops.  I better fix it.”

She hopped off the bar stool and promptly fell on her ass.  As I helped her back to her feet, she grinned.

“Oops.  This floor must not be very even.  I need to be more careful.”

Janet laughed.

“Honey, what you need is to go home and go to bed.  Let me call you a cab.”

“No.  I’ll get there by myself like I always do.”

“Honey, I can’t let you walk out of here and get in your car.  You’re drunk as a skunk.”

The blonde sniffed her armpits and then grinned at Janet.

“I don’t smell like a skunk.”

Janet rolled her eyes again.

“Jason, please take her home. I think I can trust you enough not to do anything with her.  I can’t say that about most of the other guys.”

I’d have probably said no if it hadn’t been for my curiosity.  I really wanted to know more about the blonde woman who didn’t fit into the crowd at The Saddle Horn.  After putting my arm around her waist, I smiled and said, “OK, let’s go.”

It was a bit of a problem unlocking the door to my car with the blonde hanging around my neck with both arms, but I managed.  Getting her inside was another matter.  It was like trying to stuff a forkful of spaghetti through a soda straw.  I finally got her ass on the seat, her long legs inside the car, and the seat belt fastened so she couldn’t get back out. I closed the door, went around to the driver’s side and got in.

“OK, where do you live?”

“Gimme a minute.  I’m trying to remember.”

I started my car, backed out of the parking space and drove to the street.

“Did you remember where you live yet?”

My answer was just a deep breath.  The blonde was either asleep or had passed out.  I couldn’t tell which.  

I figured I had three options.  The first was to take her back to my place, but that didn’t seem like a very good idea.  When she woke up, she’d be in a strange place with a man she didn’t know and would probably think we’d done something.  The second was to rummage through her purse, find her driver’s license and take her there, but that didn’t seem very good either.  If she was missing anything the next morning, she’d think I stole it. Besides, if her problem was at home, taking her there would likely only make things worse.  The third option was the one I chose.

The Royal Inn wasn’t much as far as motels go, but it was close to my place and I knew the area was safe.  I rented a room for the night, drove to the door, and then went inside and turned on the lights.  On my way out, I propped the door open with a chair.  

It was harder getting the blonde out of my car than it was getting her in.  She didn’t really wake up, but after I got her out of my car, she could almost stand on her own, and we slowly made it into the room.  I laid her on the bed, put the extra blanket from the closet over her, and then wrote a note on the little note pad from the desk.  It explained where she was, how she got there, and my name and phone number.  I said if she’d call me when she woke up, I’d take her back to the bar to get her car.  Then I put the key card beside my note and left.


It was about ten the next morning when my phone rang.  The woman on the other end of the line sounded more than a little groggy.

“Is this Jason?”


“Can you come take me to my car like your note said?”

“Sure.  I’m only about five minutes away.  Just sit tight and I’ll be there.”

She answered the door on my second knock.  Her eyes were squinted shut against the sunlight and her voice still sounded groggy.


“That’s me.  You ready to go?”

“Come inside.  I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”

She came out of the bathroom holding her head.

“Did I have anything else with me last night?”

“Just your purse.”

She fished in her purse, pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

“Let’s go then.”

As I turned onto the street, I tried to strike up a conversation.

“You know, I didn’t catch your name last night.”

“I’m Sandra Marsh.”

“Well, I’m pleased to finally meet you, Sandra.  I’m Jason, Jason Malone.  How you feeling?”

“If I’m lucky, my head will fall off and I won’t feel it throbbing anymore.  My stomach feels like it’s on fire. I have a bruise on my butt and I don’t know how it got there. If I felt a little bit better I’d probably throw up.”

“Well, five martinis’ll do that to you.  The bruise is from when you fell off your barstool.  I brought some aspirins with me if you want a few.  That should help your head.  You just need some food in your stomach to put out that fire.  You like waffles?  They always work for me.”

Sandra pushed back her plate and reached for her coffee cup.  She liked her coffee black, like I do, and took a couple sips.  Then she smiled.  I said the smile must mean she was feeling better.

“My head still hurts, but It’s not throbbing and my tummy has settled down.  I think I’ll live.”

“See, I told you waffles were the cure.  Uh…I have to ask this.  Why did you drink so much last night?”

“It wouldn’t really interest you.  You wouldn’t understand.”

“OK, but why The Saddle Horn?  You don’t dress like a fan of country anything.  You dress like the women I work with, and they wouldn’t be caught dead in a country bar.”

Sandra changed the subject on me.

“Where do you work?”

“I’m an engineer for PBP, I mean Peterson, Burns and Partners.  It’s an architectural firm.”

Sandra smiled.

“Then you’re not one of those cowboys I saw there?”

“Well, not exactly.  I just like country music, and I like that bar.”

“What does an engineer at an architectural firm do?”

“I design the structural steel that holds up the building mostly.  Sometimes I do plumbing too.”

“It sounds like you like your job.”

“I do, a lot.  How about you?”

“My job isn’t very interesting.”

“How do I know that if you don’t tell me what it is you do?”

Sandra took another sip of coffee and then swirled her cup, just like she’d done with her martini glass.  

“I was an accountant for one of the indie recording studios in town.”


“Yes, up until a week ago.”

“Is that why you came to The Saddle Horn – because you got fired?”

Sandra frowned.

“No, I came there because I had to have a place to think and I knew my old boss would never go to a place like that.”

“I take it you don’t think much of your old boss.”

It was like I’d turned on a faucet that couldn’t be turned off.

“Five years ago, I quit a good job as a financial analyst for a brokerage firm in New York.  I was making good money, but wasn’t going anywhere there. I was working twelve to fourteen hours a day and that still wasn’t enough to get me a promotion. Besides, I was getting bored comparing the finances of Company A against those of Company B.

The real money is in trading, but I didn’t want to make the switch. There’s just too much pressure in those jobs.  I’d always thought it would be fun to work in the recording industry, so I came to Nashville.  What I found wasn’t quite as much of a job as I’d wanted, but it was in the recording industry that I wanted to be a part of.  

It was only a job as an accountant for Wild Creek Recording, but they matched the salary from my old job because of my qualifications.  They promised me promotions if I did well, so I worked hard.  I did get promoted to senior accountant last year, but I really wanted a job in management.  That’s why I’d spent the extra year in college to get an MBA.

“There were some ways Wild Creek did business that ended up costing them money.  I know how a successful business is supposed to be run, and Wild Creek wasn’t doing it that way.  I saw those things happening in the company, and started a log of how much they cost us.  A month ago, I decided I had enough data to prove my case and tried to do something about it.  I thought that if the company saw I could be of more value than just adding columns of numbers, they’d promote me to a manager’s job.

“I wrote a report about a couple of the things they did wrong, saying what I’d found and how we could fix it.  When I gave the report to Jack, he read it and said I’d done a good job.  Then he asked me to send it to him as an email attachment so he could forward it to the owner.  Well, he forwarded it all right, but not before he changed the name on the report from mine to his.  He got a new job with a big raise.  I know about that because I reviewed the payroll every month.  I got nothing.

“When I called him on it, he just laughed and said I was a fool if I thought a woman would ever get higher in the business than I was then.  He said he could help me out with a raise if I was willing to help him out too.  He winked when he said that, so I knew what he was really asking me.  It just made me so mad that he got the promotion I’d earned and then had the gall to ask me to go to bed with him.”

“That’s why you were drinking so much?”

“Part of it, I guess, but mostly I was still mad and trying to think of a way to get back at him.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell his boss, or file a sexual harassment complaint.  What he suggested isn’t legal.”

“Yeah, right, and how would I prove anything?  He had IT erase my email to him with my original report.  He’d just say I was trying to get the credit for the work he’d done.  As for the sexual harassment, he never actually asked me to sleep with him.  He’d just say he was asking for my help with the business.”

“So, you didn’t get fired?”

“No.  I quit, right after he made his suggestion.  I have a new job with another recording company starting in a week.  I’ll be their controller.”

“So, it seems like your problem is solved.”

“Yes, but I’m still so mad at Jack I can’t see straight.  Jack is a pandering, lying, leech.

“You know, my dad always used to say that bad people always have bad things happen to them.  I’ve found out he was right.  Somebody’ll come along with enough clout to put him in his place.”

Sandra had been looking at her coffee cup while she told me her story.  Now, she looked up at me.

“You must think I’m either crazy or just a vindictive bitch.  I shouldn’t have unloaded all this on you, not after you helped me last night like you did.”

“I don’t mind listening, and all I did was take you someplace safe so you could sleep off the martinis.”

“As out of it as I must have been, you could have taken me anywhere and done anything to me.  Why didn’t you?”

“Janet, the bartender, asked me to take care of you because she trusted me not to.  I couldn’t let her down.  Besides, I’m not the kind of guy to do something like that to a woman.  I sorta like my women awake and participating, especially the pretty ones, like you.”

Sandra chuckled.

“Now you’ve gone from listening to trying to hit on me.  Is this how you usually do it – take a woman to a motel room, leave her there all alone, and then talk nice to her the next day?  Not very romantic is it?”

“Actually, last night was a first for me.  When I was in school, I didn’t have much money for girls, and now, I’m working a lot.  I haven’t had a date in probably a year.”

I gave her my best cheesy grin.

“Wanna be my first real date?”

Sandra smiled.

“I don’t know if you’re feeling sorry for me, teasing me, or if you really mean that, so I’ll say no.”

“Will you come back to The Saddle Horn?”

“Maybe.  I have to see how my new job goes.”

“Well, just a little hint for if you do.  The clothes you wear are pretty intimidating to most of the guys.  When you come back, wear some jeans and a nice blouse like the other girls wear.  You might be surprised at how many guys will ask you to dance if you do.”

“I’ll think about it.  Now, can we go get my car?”


The next three weeks were a rush at work.  Besides the buildings we had going up, we had contracts for fifteen more that had to start in the spring of the next year.  Between site visits and designing, I worked a ton of hours, but always managed to get to The Saddle Horn on Friday and Saturday night.

The place was the same as always, except Sandra wasn’t there.  It looked like she’d come to grips with her situation and moved on.  I was a little sad about that.  There was something about her that still intrigued me.

Tina was the same too, and I did my best to help her in the only way I could.  I was happy when she said she and Todd had to leave early.  That meant she’d get what she needed that night, and I’d get to feel her sensuous curves mashed into me a little tighter the next time we danced together.  It wasn’t all fun.  Tina was making me horny as hell and I didn’t have any way to relieve that except doing it myself.  

I’d thought about asking one of the other girls to dance, and if we hit it off, maybe spending some time in bed with her.  That never happened, because Tina sort of had a monopoly on me that the other girls honored.

The first Friday in August, I’d had enough beam equations for a lifetime and knocked off a little early.  After a shower, I drove to The Saddle Horn for a couple of Sadie’s cheeseburgers.  I’d about finished when Tina and Todd came in.  

I watched her line dance for a while, and when Leonard played a slow song, answered Tina’s waggling finger.  She walked up to me all smiles like always, but she didn’t put her arms around my neck.  She just held up her right hand and extended her left at about my arm level and grinned.

“Jason, don’t you wanna dance with me?”

“Well sure, but this isn’t what I was expecting.”

Tina giggled.

“Dance with me and I’ll tell you about it.”

I picked up her right hand and put my right on her shoulder blade, and then started rocking to the music.  Tina looked up at me and her face was serious instead of grinning.

“The past few years, Todd’s had this problem getting aroused.  The only thing that seemed to work was if he saw me dancing with other men, and me telling him how it felt and what those other men said.  That changed this week.  Todd’s all right again.”

“You mean he doesn’t need to watch you anymore.”

“Nope.  His doctor gave him some medicine, not one of those ED pills, but something else.  I forget what it’s called, but it does something to fix something in his thyroid gland.  All I know is it works.  He got it two days ago, and yesterday, while I was washing clothes, he picked me up, sat me on the washer, and fucked me right there.  That night, he fucked me again.  We’ve been doing it twice a day, and I’m really relaxed if you know what I mean.”

“I’m happy for you Tina.”

“Well, thanks for being so understanding all these weeks.  I know I must have made you crazy some nights, not that I’m all that sexy.”

“Tina, if you weren’t married, I’d be taking you home with me every night.  That’s how sexy you are.”

“Thank you so much, Jason.  Uh…I’m sorry, but I’ll be dancing with Todd from now on.  You need to dance with girls your own age anyway.”

“There’s no need to say you’re sorry Tina.  I understand.”

When the dance ended, Tina kissed me on the cheek, and went back to Todd.  I went back to the bar where Janet was uncapping another beer for me.

“She told you?”

“Yes.  I’m happy for her.”

Janet chuckled.

“I’ll bet you are.  Must be hard on a guy to have a woman rub herself all over him and then leave him to himself.”

“Yeah, it is, but Tina’s too nice a woman to hold that against her.”

“Well, Jason, there’s lots of girls out there who’d rub themselves all over you if you give ‘em a chance.  Just go ask a few.  You’ll find one you like.”

“I’ll think about it.”

I left right after watching Tina and Todd dance.  She did the same thing with him that she’d done with me over the past several weeks, and he was enjoying it.  I did look around at the other women, but the ones who weren’t already taken by one of the other guys didn’t really interest me.  I went home early and watched some TV before I went to bed.

I spent half of the next day in my office finishing up the plans for the steel for a factory building.  In the afternoon, I bought some groceries because I was getting low, and then took a nap.  At seven, I went back to The Saddle Horn for dinner.  As I ate my chicken breast, I realized the place wasn’t quite the same as before.  

The same people were there except for Tina and Todd.  I figured Tina was getting satisfied and Todd was having the time of his life.  I couldn’t blame either one of them for wanting to be happy.  I was just wishing there was some way I could shake off losing Tina even though she wasn’t mine to lose.  I was deep in that thought when I heard a woman’s voice.

“Would you dance with me?”

Thinking it was probably one of the regular girls, I turned around ready to decline.  I didn’t get the chance because I couldn’t stop staring.

Sandra was wearing tight, low cut jeans and a little black halter top that showed both a generous amount of cleavage as well as a nice section of her tummy.  Her red cowboy boots completed the picture of a very enticing blonde.


“No, while I’m here, it’s Sandy, OK?  Sandy fits more like how I feel dressed up in this.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“You almost didn’t.  I didn’t get out of my meeting until six.  I hope I got all my buttons buttoned right.  I was kind of in a hurry.”

“Sandr…Sandy, you are absolutely gorgeous.”

“Well, are you going to dance with me or not?”

After we walked out onto the dance floor, I got into the standard dance-but-don’t-snuggle position and waited for Sandra to take my hand.  She just grinned.

“That’s not how you danced with your girlfriend the other night.”

“You mean Tina?  She’s not really my girlfriend.  She’d just a friend.  I’ll tell you about her some time.”

Sandy draped her arms around my neck.

“Jason, there’s a lot about me you wouldn’t expect.  Just shut up and dance with me.  We can talk later.”

When that song ended, Sandra looked up at me and grinned.

“I didn’t eat anything yet, and this guy once took me to a great place for waffles.  Do you like waffles?”

We sat at the table in the restaurant drinking coffee.  After the waitress took her empty plate, Sandra smiled.

“I suppose you wonder why I’m acting like I am?”

“The thought had crossed my mind.”

“It’s because I’m happier than I’ve been in years.  I fixed all my problems.  I got a whole bunch of new ones, but I fixed the old ones”

“Even your old boss.”

Sandra grinned.

“Especially my old boss.”

“OK, how’d you do that?”

“That morning, after you took me to get my car, I was thinking about what you said about somebody with enough clout taking care of Frank.  Just like in most businesses, in the recording business money gives you clout, and my new company had money, lots of it.  They’d just closed a deal with one of the majors to market some of their rap artists.

“I also knew Wild Creek would be a lot more profitable if they’d only do what my analysis said they should.  I’d kept a copy of that at home, and wrote up another report with all my findings this time.  In my report, I said we should consider buying Wild Creek and reorganizing it to improve profits.  

“My new boss read it and then asked me a lot of questions about how they operated and what new artists they were working with.  When he finished, he said he thought it was a good idea, and that he’d take it to the board.

“That was two weeks ago.  On Wednesday, my boss called me into his office and closed the door.  He asked me how I thought Wild Creek should be managed in order to come up to my proposal.  I went through how I’d organize the employees, how I’d look for talent, and how I’d market that talent to the majors for distribution.  When I got done, he said they’d made an offer to the owners of Wild Creek, and the owners had accepted.  Wild Creek was to remain a separate business catering to their specific type of music, and they were looking for a general manager to run it.  I about fell over when he asked if I wanted the job.

“This morning, I went back to Wild Creek as their general manager and called a staff meeting where I went over our new organization and how we’d operate.  Frank was being so polite it was sickening, and he was asking dumb questions and offering suggestions that would only take us back to where they were before.  

“After the meeting, I called him to my office and asked him if he remembered telling me a woman would never get any higher in the business than I already was.  He tried to tell me he was just kidding then, and said he would have promoted me if I hadn’t quit.

I gave him a choice.  He could either resign effective immediately with no severance pay, or face the sexual harassment charges I was going to file right after I fired him.  I’d never seen a grown man on his knees, crying and begging for his job before.  I know it seems cruel, but it was hard to keep from laughing.  He finally gave up and cleaned out his desk and was gone before noon.  Now, I have to find somebody to replace him, but that’s just one of my new problems.”

“There are more?”

“Unfortunately, yes, but they’re fixable.  The people there are good at their jobs.  They just need better direction.  I’ll have to work pretty hard for a while, but we’ll make it.”

“So you probably won’t be coming back to The Saddle Horn much.”

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.  You shouldn’t let it matter.  I’m thirty-five, Jason, and you’re what, twenty-two, twenty-three?  You need to be looking at the girls your own age.”

I didn’t really know what to say.  I liked Sandra.  She was intelligent but down to earth, and she was more attractive than the young girls I knew.  I’d really never thought about our age difference.  She didn’t seem that much older than I was.

“Can I call you once in a while, just to make sure you’re OK?”

Sandra smiled.

“I suppose that would be all right if that’s all you’re calling for.”

I didn’t see Sandra for three months.  I did call her several times over the first month, but only got to actually talk to her once, and that was only for a few minutes.  She sounded very busy.  She kept putting her hand over her receiver  and talking to someone else.  I couldn’t really hear much of those conversations, but it was always about this artist or that account or something else about the office.  When she did finally talk with me, she was obviously trying to cut the call short, so I just asked if she was doing all right.  She said she was busy, but doing fine.  I said I was happy for her, and then said I’d see her sometime.  After that call, I didn’t try again.

I kept up my Friday and Saturday nights at The Saddle Horn.  Sadie’s food was good and I didn’t have to cook it or clean up afterward.  Janet was nice to talk with.  There were a few girls that caught my eye, but most seemed to be attached.  The girls who danced with me really didn’t strike my fancy.  They were either too giggly or seemed more interested in who was dancing with who instead of enjoying dancing with me.  I finally gave up.  I’d go to The Saddle Horn, eat, have a beer or two, and then go home.

On the first weekend of October, The Saddle Horn began advertising their annual Halloween party.  They were going to have a costume contest with prizes for the best overall costume, the best woman’s costume, the best man’s costume, and a special prize for the woman’s costume that was the smallest.  Even if none of the girls there interested me, I wasn’t immune to the attraction of bare skin.  I was definitely going to be there on Halloween night.

People started filling up the place about the time I finished my burger and fries.  There was quite a variety in the costumes.  Most of the guys just wore their normal jeans and shirts, but a couple had gone all out, well, as all out as most guys can go.  I didn’t particularly care for Mike in his red leotard, red T-shirt, hard-hat, and welding goggles, but the girls seemed to like it.  I could tell Mike was liking the girls liking his costume.  When I bought him a beer, I accused him of stuffing a banana in his leotard.  He just grinned and said banana’s didn’t come that big.

The girls’ costumes were something else.  The place looked more like a whorehouse than a bar, with negligees being the costumes that covered the most skin.  There were skimpy little bikini’s and skimpier, tinier bikinis.  A couple of them weren’t far from the old joke about three Band-Aids.  I was sitting there watching the first slow dance and chuckling at how a few of the guys weren’t really sure where they should put their hands when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  

A woman in a black leather corset with little black leather shorts, black fishnet stockings and black heels walked in front of me and peered at me through the feathered mask she wore.  Honey gold hair fell in waves over her smooth bare shoulders.  It was Sandra.

“Would you dance with me?”

“I don’t know.  Who are you.”

Sandra smiled.

“I can get drunk and fall down again if that’ll remind you.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Sandra put her finger to my lips.

“Just shush and dance with me.”

Sandra put her arms around my neck and pressed her body close.  When Tina had done that to me, it was arousing, but didn’t really feel right.  With Sandra, it felt right.  

I had a million questions I wanted to ask Sandra, but it didn’t seem like the right place or time.

“Since you’re here tonight, I guess you got all your problems taken care of.”

“Uh-huh, most of them. I still have a couple that I haven’t solved.”

“So, how are you, besides work?”

“OK, I guess. I bought a house and a new car.”

“A house?  Where?”

“It’s out in the country.  Wilson loves it.”

“Wilson?  Your boyfriend?”

Sandra giggled.

“No, silly.  Wilson is my cat.  I’ve been too busy for a boyfriend.”

“Same here.  I’ve been working my tail off.  That’s why I stopped trying to call you.  When I did call, you were always busy anyway.”

“I know.  I apologize for not taking your calls, but there were some reasons I couldn’t.”

“So, you think you’ll be coming back here again?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether I can fix the problems I still have.  Hey, maybe you can help.”

“I’ll try.  What’s the problem?”

“Well, like I said, I bought a house.  I love the house, but something’s wrong with it, and I’m not sure what I need to do.”

“Tell me what doesn’t seem right, and I’ll tell you what I think.”

“I don’t know enough about houses to describe it.  Maybe if I showed you?”

“Tonight?  You’ll miss the costume contest.”

“Jason, none of the judges are going to even look at me, not with all those young girls out there in their bikinis.  It’s kind of a hard place to find.  I’ll drive if that’s OK with you.”

Sandra’s house wasn’t that hard to find, and it was more of a showplace than just a house.  She turned her SUV into the opening in what seemed to be a mile of white board fence, and then down a drive lined on both sides by more fence.  The house was almost a quarter of a mile from the road, and in front of it was a circle of pavement made up of paving stones with a fountain in the center.  Sandra shut off the SUV and then turned to me.

“Well, this is home.  Pretty nice, huh?”

“You didn’t buy a house.   You bought a mansion.  How much land goes with this place?”

“About a hundred acres.  We had horses with I was growing up, and I thought someday I might like to have one or two of my own.  Come in and I’ll show you around.”

Inside, the house was fabulous.  The living room had a huge stone fireplace on one side, with thick carpeting on the floor.  The dining room sported a big table with eight chairs and a chandelier.  The kitchen was also huge with two refrigerators and a door to what I figured was a back porch.  There was a den too, paneled with walnut and with the biggest television I’d ever seen and another fireplace.

Sandra took me upstairs then, and showed me the four bedrooms, each one bigger than my whole apartment.  Just off the biggest, the master bedroom, was a full bath, and on one wall was a patio door that led onto a deck at the back of the house.  Sandra opened the patio door and we went outside.

“In the morning, I can see deer out in the pasture behind the house, and sometimes in the evening too.”

“Sandra, this house is great, but I haven’t seen anything wrong.  Where’s the problem?”

Sandra smiled.

“The whole house has the same problem, but it seems to be worse here in my bedroom.”

She touched my shoulder.

“It’s lonely.  I need somebody to be with at night and on the weekends.”

She wasn’t smiling.  Her face looked…hopeful is the only word that comes to mind.  I wondered if I was really seeing that look, or if I was only seeing that because it’s what I wanted to see.

“Sandra, I could be that someone if you’ll let me.”

“I know, Jason.  That’s why I didn’t take your calls or come back to The Saddle Horn.  I didn’t want to give you the idea I wanted that.  You didn’t seem to have any problem with our ages, but I did, not for me, but for you.  I kept having this vision of you going to your retirement party without me because I’d be in a nursing home.

I chuckled.

“Sandra, I’m a long way from that retirement party.  You should have been thinking about all the things we could do between now and then.”

“Oh, I did.  I thought about how you’d be going to company functions with a grey-haired old woman.  I thought about what your mom and dad would think.  I pretty much found something wrong about us being together no matter what I thought about.”

“Have you changed your mind?  Is that why you brought me out here?”

“I don’t know.  I really don’t know.  I know I thought about you every day.  I know I talked to Wilson about you every night.  He listened to everything I said, but he wasn’t much help, so I’m right back where I started.”

“Would it help if I said I did the same thing?  I don’t have a cat, but I talked to myself about you.”

“Do you really think it could work?”

I put my arms around Sandra.

“I’d sure like to find out.”

Sandra pushed me gently away.

“Jason, I don’t want to do anything permanent, at least not until I’m sure.  Can you live with that? Some men wouldn’t be able to.”

“I’m not in any position to ask you to marry me, Sandra.  How would I ever convince you I can take care of you when you have all this?  My entire bank account probably wouldn’t even pay your taxes on this place for one year.”

Sandra smiled.

“I’m not looking for someone to take care of me, Jason.  I don’t need that.  What I need is someone to share my life with, and someone who’ll share his with me.”

“So, would you like to start dating?”

She grinned.

“I think we have been.  We’ve already had three.”


“Once when you took me to a motel, once when you took me to breakfast, and once when we danced at The Saddle Horn.”

I chuckled.

“I don’t think you remembered much about going to the motel, so that doesn’t count.”

“OK, we’ve had two, then.  How many does it take until you kiss me?”

I pulled Sandra tight and kissed her, softly at first.  It turned into a long kiss when she put her arms around my neck.  When Sandra gently pulled away, she grinned.

“If you keep kissing me that way, you might get more than you planned on.”

I kissed her again, not quite so long this time, and then grinned back.

“I didn’t plan anything one way or the other, so I guess you’ll have to surprise me.  What might I get?”

“Oh…how about an invitation to spend the night…in my bed…with me.”

“You know what’ll happen if I accept, don’t you?”

“If it doesn’t, I’m going to be very disappointed.”

When I kissed Sandra this time, she melted into my arms.  When she eased away, she smiled at me.

“That made my problem a lot better.  Can we fix it the rest of the way now?”

I kept my arms around her and started untying the laces of her corset.  Sandra chuckled.  

“I had to tie those before I put it on.  I’d never have been able to tie it tight enough by myself.”

“Well, then how…”

Sandra stepped back and undid a hook and eye in the front of the corset.

“It has a zipper in front, under here.”

The zipper came down easily, though Sandra held it together until the ends came apart.  Then, she opened it slowly.  Her breasts bobbed gently when they were released from the confines of the corset.  As she tossed the garment into the chair beside the bed, I stroked the side of the right one.  The look on her face when my fingertips made contact was a little fearful.

“Am I OK?”

“Sandra, if you’re not OK, I don’t know what ever could be.”

“I didn’t know if you’d like them or not.  I always thought they were too low, and I’m not as big as Tina.”

I pulled her close.

“Sandra, you’re you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

We didn’t say anything else as I finished undressing Sandra, and then stripped off my own clothes.  We didn’t say anything when she pulled back the blankets and sheet, slipped between them, and then held out her arms.  Once I was beside her, Sandra snuggled close, draped her soft thigh over my legs, and sighed.  

“This feels a lot better than being by myself.  I could get used to this.”

“It feels pretty good to me too.”

“So, are we just going to hug each other until we fall asleep?”

“I don’t think I can just hug you, Sandra…not anymore.”

She kissed me softly, then pressed her face against my cheek and whispered in my ear..

“I don’t want you to just hug me.  I want you to do more with me…and I want to do more with you.”

Sandra was soft and sensuous, and yet there was an urgent need under that soft sensuality.  I had barely touched her when she began to press her body into mine.  A soft stroke to her breast brought a soft moan to her throat.  A stroke of her nipple caused her tummy to roll, and the moan was a little louder.  

Her kisses were flaming passion, kisses I’d never dreamed about let alone experienced.  Those kisses alone quickly had my cock rigid and wanting more.  Sandra gave me the more it wanted..  Her fingers were satin smooth as she stroked my shaft, and incredibly gentle as she circled the head with one fingertip.

When I kissed her right nipple, Sandra gasped and then pulled my face tight to her chest.  As my hand found the crinkley hair on her mound and then moved lower, she gasped again.

I really think I could have just touched her for hours, just touched her skin and enjoyed feeling and hearing her reactions to that touch.  As it was, Sandra was too aroused for that.   Her hand on my hip gradually pulled me to face her on my side, and once I was there, she pushed her mound against my rigid cock.

“Jason, I need you.  I can’t wait.”

We didn’t fuck.  We made love, slowly at first, each exploring and finding what the other enjoyed the most, doing that for a while, and then exploring again.  Sandra pulled my hand to her breast, and then wrapped her arm around my back.  As I stroked in and out of her velvety wetness, she used the thigh over mine to pull her body into that stroke.

Each stroke was pure ecstasy for me, and for Sandra as well.  She began to use the arm around my back to pull herself in tighter, and her kisses became not just passionate, but spoke of the raw need for release as well.  Her nipples poked at my chest as she rocked into me, nipples swollen with desire and taut with the tensions of her impending orgasm.

I didn’t feel that tension until Sandra’s hips began to rock into my thrusts.  Quickly, the rocking became faster, then faster still.  Then, Sandra gasped and stopped moving.  I felt the tension then.  She was slowly arching her back into me, and I began to feel little quakes shaking her body.  She gasped again, and the tension became almost a spasm.  I stopped, thinking something must be wrong, but Sandra gasped again.

“No Jason, don’t stop.  Keep going.”

After only a few more strokes, Sandra cried out and pulled hard against me.  I felt her nails dig in to my back just as she cried out again and her hips began to shake.  She bucked into me once, and pushed me over the edge.  She bucked again and locked her leg around mine tight enough I could barely keep stroking.  It didn’t really matter by then.  It’s difficult for me to keep stroking when I’m cumming so hard.

Sandra relaxed a little after the spasm eased, but little contractions continued to milk my cock.  When she was breathing almost normally, Sandra pulled her face to mine and kissed me softly, this time without the raging passion of before, but with the gentleness of a need sated.  When she broke the kiss, Sandra snuggled her face into my chest.  It wasn’t until my cock softened enough to slip from her embrace that she spoke, and then only in a whisper.

“When I was a little girl, I used to dream about having a big house with a horse of my own.  I thought it would be almost enough to just have the big house.  I didn’t realize even if I had it all, that wasn’t enough to be happy.  To be really happy, you have to share your life with someone special.”

“I sort of figured that out when I couldn’t see you for all those weeks.  When I was in college, being alone was fun.  Now, it’s hell.”

“Does that mean you want to stay with me tonight?”

I stroked the soft curve of Sandra’s hip and felt her shiver.

“I’ve wanted to be with you since that first night we danced together.  I just didn’t know any way to tell you.”

“And after tomorrow?  Will you still be here?”

“As long as you want me here, Sandra, I’ll be here.”

Sandra stroked my cheek.

“I’m happy now.”