MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 19 (Mouse plays)
Mouse Play
After leaving Mary and Andy in Denver shopping, I headed for Vail. I drove the
new Suburban into my driveway about two in the afternoon on December 23. For
the first time in six months, I did not have one of my wonderful kittens with
me. Suddenly, my tiredness and that well fucked feeling left me. Horny as a
billy goat, I headed out into the bright, sunshiny day.
I guess the old saying is right.
When the kittens are away, the mouse will play.
Christmas week in Vail is wild. Every bed in the area is sold, primarily to
families there for the holidays. I walked through the town, talking to people,
the spirit of the holidays growing in me with each step. I stopped at a
restaurant for a cup of hot cocoa to go. When the cocoa was gone, I went to my
favorite bar which is a hang out for the Vail singles, those young people who
work in the town to care for the tourists. I pushed my way into it.
Molly was behind the bar. She was a "lifer" as the full time, permanent,
residents of Vail call themselves.
"Hi, Davy. What can I get you?" she asked, shoving the peanuts in front of me.
Molly is about six feet tall and weights probably one sixty. She is all muscle
because every available moment she spends skiing, hiking or in the gym. Still.
"Give me a Coors, Molly. Say, do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?"
"Davy, that is a lousy pick up line. Why don't you just ask me if I want to
fuck?"
"Well, Molly, do you . . . "
"No!" She sat the beer in front of me and went to the other end of the bar.
Shot down with ease.
I let my eyes pan the room as I sipped. For some reason, I looked at the woman
sitting next to me after I looked at the whole room. About thirty, she had a wry
expression on a very pretty face framed by brown hair. Her best feature was big
chocolate eyes.
"Was that a pick up line?" she asked.
"Yes. Really worked, didn't it?"
"The bartender is right. It is a lousy line. You should try something else."
"Like what? I mean, a guy can always use help with these things."
"It depends on the woman."
"What works on you?"
"The direct approach. Something like 'come back to my place for a while'."
"Want to come back to my place for a while?"
"No, thanks. I am waiting for my husband."
"Nuts."
She tried not to giggle at my disappointment. I took another gulp of beer,
dropped some money on the bar and left. As I walked out the door, I felt a hand
on my arm.
"You give up too easily. You will never get laid that way," big chocolate eyes
said to me.
She walked about ten paces behind me because she did not want anyone to see us
together. I went into my house, leaving the door open behind me. In a moment,
she was inside.
She stood against the front door, unzipped her parka and let it drop to the
floor. She was wearing a tight wool sweater which revealed a nice torso. I
kissed her hard, pressing her against the door. She had nice lips and responded
enthusiastically.
"Now, do me! No foreplay. Come on," she snapped, her hands busily trying to
undress me. I aim to please. In a flash, we were naked. She pulled me to the
floor on top of her, the piled clothes our bed. Her ankles locked at the base of
my spine as I rammed into her, finding her sloshing wet and hot as a pistol.
I almost told her to be quiet, but there was no need for that. She was silent
except for the rhythmic breathing, like a steam locomotive, uh, uh, uh, uh,
matching the rhythm of my thrusts. She was slick with sweat, her hair plastered
against her, arms locked around my shoulders, when I felt her breathing change
and her legs tighten around me. "Yes," she whispered. It was the loudest sound
she made, but then sound volume and sexually intensity never went hand in hand.
I restrained myself, not wishing to cum right then. She commented about my dry
ejaculation but let it drop as I carried her into the bedroom.
I expected her to resist when I placed her face down on the stack of pillows,
her ass up in the air. She heard the metal rip as I opened the condom. When I
slipped between her legs, she held her ass open for me. I could tell when I
entered her dark passage, I was not the first to reside there. Her ass was
delightful as her pussy had been. She again willingly acceded when I took her
mouth.
When she went into the bathroom, I saw her look at the pictures of Mary, Andy
and Lisa on my dresser top, then look at me. But, she did not comment. She
took a quick shower.
As she was dressing, I asked, "Are you from Dallas?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Do you have two kids?"
She blanched, frightened for the first time.
"Do I know you?" she asked.
"No. Two kids?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Lucky guess." No need to tell her what Uncle Bert had said. But, he had been
right. Find a married woman from Dallas with two kids. They are the best fucks.
She certainly was that. After she left, I cleaned up, showered, dressed and
headed back into the crisp Vail air.
I trolled at the bars for about an hour. Why I picked the one I did when so many
others were available, I will never know.
Her name was Barbara she said, although I would guess that was a pseudonym. We
hurried towards my place with less conversation than was necessary to be polite.
She walked stiffly into the bedroom, face set as if going to her execution. She
stood looking at the big bed for a moment.
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Certainly."
She stopped at the dresser, eyeing the pictures of my three ladies. "Who are
they?"
"My girlfriends. They live with me except they are out of town tonight."
She gave me a look which would melt lead. "Men," she muttered under her breath.
The bathroom door slammed behind her.
She was about five three, a little plump with soft, white thighs which looked
and felt like they had never seen the sun or a stair master. She did not want
foreplay or conversation. As she so quaintly said, "Just shut up and fuck me!"
Her pussy was dry but a lubricated condom over my rigidity slipped into her
easily. There was a harsh hurriedness about the fuck, a need driven by
something else other than sex. She put her heels on the bed, thrusting up to
meet me, with a passionless intensity. There was no sweat, no lubrication. I
doubt if she was even aroused.
I do not think she came. I know I did not, but I was programmed that way.
Finally, I just stopped. When I rolled over, she began dressing. I did not stop
her. I really was not interested in pursuing any more with her.
"Want to tell me what is going on," I said.
"None of your business," she snapped. I knew something was wrong but I could not
pry it out of her. It occurred to me then, Uncle Bert's potion could wipe put
problems as easily as it could wipe out inhibitions. I watched as she finished
dressing with her back to me. When I walked her to the door, she said nothing
and did not look at me.
"Goodbye, Barbara," I said as I opened it. "Goodbye, Sam," she replied. She got
the name right. It was the one I had given her.
I was bummed out by Barbara. I cleaned up again, showered again and headed out.
I ate at my favorite restaurant, consuming some fine red wine in the process. I
started walking the streets to pick up my spirits and digest my food. In about
thirty minutes, I heard a voice.
"Davy. What are you doing?"
"Just walking, Tink."
"Where are Mary and Andy?"
"Denver. Want to join me?"
She was beside me now. I did not know her real name. We all called her Tink,
as in Tinker Bell. She was less than five feet tall and probably weighed less
than ninety pounds. She had very short blonde hair and a funny upturned nose
over a huge mouth. Not beautiful or even pretty, she was cute. She was also all
muscle and a marvelous, fast, downhill skier who was a joy to watch.
I took a chance.
"Tink, do you prefer sirloin or tube steak?"
She looked up and grinned, the moonlight bouncing off her white teeth almost
blinding me.
"That is a lousy pick up line, Davy. If you mean do I want dinner, the answer is
no. Do you mean do I want to get laid, the answer is yes."
Fucking Tink was like fucking a Tasmanian devil. You know, the cartoon kind.
Wild action, grunting noises and a lot of panting at the end. That women was a
wonderful athlete, but she was so muscular her looks were less than ideal, with
breasts nothing more than bumps with nipples. In bed though, she was sweating
and squealing with a pussy so tight it was like fucking a keyhole. She snuggled
up against me after the second time, as we fell asleep together.
I felt the bed move, but I had not heard them come in.
"Honey, I'm home," Andy whispered in my ear. She pressed her front to my back,
spooning me, her breasts hot diamonds. I felt Mary stroke my arm from across
Tink.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
To be continued . . .
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