Adam's Journey Pt. 36

I heard the woman mutter tiredly "Oh I knew, don't worry, but I sure couldn't feel that tiny little dicklet after you Pops! I was just too tired to move is all. Thanks for being quick as usual honey, momma's kind of worn out!"

She and Pops both laughed at that, as Harold slid down her body, kissing her breasts and sucking momentarily on each dark nipple before his knees hit the floor and he buried his face in his wife's swampy, cum-filled pussy, lapping wetly and with obvious relish as her body spasmed and she thrust herself into his face.

She moaned "Oh god, oh yes, that's it baby clean all that creamy cum out of me, stick your tongue in... oh, oh god, yes, like that, right there, oh, ohhhh!"

Pops slapped him on the back, laughing. "Good thing you've got a talented tongue son! You kids be good, take your time, there's no rush. I gotta go."
He tugged his pants the rest of the way up and began to turn toward the door, and I suddenly realized, panicked, that I was trapped, unable to get past the open door and out to the restaurant without being seen!

At that precise moment my cell phone began to buzz softly, vibrating in my pocket. Frazzled, I darted toward the men's room at the end of the hall as I groped for my phone, praying I would get it before it began to ring!

I grabbed it and flipped it open as I stepped into the restroom, planning to hide out until the coast was clear, and I glanced at the screen as I quietly closed the door behind me. It was Kori, no doubt touching base to see where I was.
Quietly, I spoke into the phone. "Hi K, let me call you back in a few minutes, all right?"

"Sure, no problem. Are you here?"

"Almost. I'll call you. Bye."

I pocketed the phone and waited, and to my surprise heard Pops' heavy tread approaching the door, which, like the women's room, had no lock. Thinking quickly, I stepped to the urinal and unzipped, pulling out my still fairly hard cock and pretending to piss. When he stepped into the regular toilet stall I'd take my leave!

He hit the door and entered, but to my dismay he didn't act according to plan, stopping at the sink which was right next to the urinal and not separated by a privacy wall. I should have taken the stall!

In my peripheral vision I saw that his pants were still open, his long cock still hanging out, and couldn't help but notice that he pushed up against the counter and let his thick, flaccid cock flop into the sink! He looked over as he turned on the water, directly at me, unwavering and unabashed, his eyes going down to my semi-erect cock.

"So, Adam, did you enjoy the show?"

That caught me totally off guard! "I, uh, I was just, uh..."

He laughed, enjoying my discomfort and my complete lack of any appropriate response.
"Relax, I don't care that you watched. But just a tip for next time you're trying to be sneaky, you should really try to keep track of where your shadow goes."

My shadow! Shit, I hadn't even thought of that! Stumbling on the scene like I originally had that's not too surprising, but when Tiffany and I snuck back after I whizzed I sure as hell should have noticed. I hate it when I'm stupid! I flushed the urinal as a stalling tactic and zipped up.

He chuckled again, seeing how disgusted I was with myself for being so dumb. He squirted some soap into his hands and rubbed them together, then began to lather up his penis as he spoke. "So, tell me, what did you think of Henry and June?"

Now I've spent plenty of time playing various sports and working out, and thus a fair bit of time in locker room showers with guys lathering up and washing all around me, but I can honestly say this was the first time I'd ever stood and tried not to watch somebody wash their genitals in a bathroom sink at a restaurant. Or anywhere else for that matter, and I found it very disconcerting; it took a few seconds for his question to sink in.

"Uh, I thought you called him Harold, and her name was, um, Gloria."

"That was supposed to be a literary reference Adam. Never mind."

It clicked then, what he had said. "Oh, of course - Anais Nin."

He looked up, seemingly surprised. "You've actually read Anais Nin?"

"Well, no, not really. A little I guess, an old girlfriend gave me one of her books once because she had enjoyed it, but I found her to be a little too self-involved. Now that I think about it the title of that book was 'The Diary of Anais Nin', so I guess the self-involved bit stands to reason, huh?"

He laughed, and this time I was able to laugh with him. "Still, you recognized Henry and June, not bad Adam!"

"Well, mostly I just remember a few things I've heard about her; erotic writings, life in Paris, Henry Miller the author, you know, trivia, that kind of stuff. What little I know about Henry and his wife June, and Nin, that would put you in the role of Anais." I looked at him dubiously. "I don't think I've ever seen a photo of Anais Nin, but I'm pretty sure she didn't look like she could play nose tackle for the Packers."

That set him off into a deep belly laugh which, coming from Pops, was serious business. He grabbed a handful of paper towels as he laughed and began to dry himself. He tossed the used towels at the trash can and dropped into a very credible imitation of Barry White's deep bass voice as he tucked himself away and finished dressing.

"There you go baby, got the old love machine all cleaned up and ready to go baby, the love master is all ready and waitin' for the next little white lady that needs his lovin', yessuh, got to be responsible for my ladies now don't I baby, can't let down my fans, no suh!"

I laughed at his mimicry as he turned to face me and became serious. "You never answered me Adam. Were you disgusted by what you saw, offended, aroused, outraged - what do you think about it?"

I paused for a second, not sure what to say. "Pops, trust me, I'm the last person that can presume to pass judgement on what you do with other obviously consenting adults. I guess I was a little shocked, at first. I sure wasn't expecting anything like that. Then, I guess, mostly just aroused. After all, I stayed and watched when I could have walked away."

"That you did. Harold and Gloria are very dear friends of mine, and we play a few little grown up games together, when we want to. It helps to have the Mayor on my side sometimes." He smiled. "We all enjoy it, and we all get something out of it."

"Yeah, I could see that. It looked like everyone was very happy."

He smiled. "Yeah, that Gloria, I'll tell you..." He flowed smoothly into a bad 90's street slang, trying to lose his normally perfect diction in ghetto patter. "She be one bad-ass ho, that white bi-atch bringin' dat horny white married pussy here fo' some big nigga cock! This town full o' dat tight white pussy needin a little jungle lovin, mothafucka, and dis nigga got what dem sluts be needin."

I couldn't help but laugh at him, shaking my head "Fuck, Pops, you're too much - that's really good!"

"Yah suh, I gots to make shuh my home boys don't hear about dis, every one o' dem niggas be thinkin they get they own litttle town full up wit dat horny white married pussy needin some big black snake, how 'bout dat, cracka!"

"Uh, yeah, fo' shizzle Pops." I laughed again. He was a good impressionist.

He clapped me on the shoulder, laughing, staggering me sideways. This had to be the strangest bathroom conversation I'd ever had. And I had just recently thought that my post-shower chat with Dana would hold that record indefinitely!

I looked at him. "Tiffany had kind of told me that you were pretty popular with the ladies around town Pops. I guess with that sense of humor I can see why."

"And the big black cock Adam, don't forget the big black cock. The ladies do seem to like that for some reason."

"Shit, Pops!"

"Seriously Adam, all kidding aside, about Tiffy. I don't know why she took to you, she's usually pretty stand-offish with strange men."

"Well, I'm not really sure about that either to tell you the truth, but I'd say she has good reason to not trust men, wouldn't you?"

"She told you?"

"About her husband? Yeah, she did. She says you kicked his ass from here to yesterday, and congratulations on that."

"Yeah, that Ian was quite a weasel. I should have killed that bastard."

I frowned. "Ian?"

He smiled grimly. "Yeah, that's right, you wouldn't know his name, would you? Tiff never says his name out loud, ever, so she wouldn't have told you. But if she told you the rest of that story, she must like you. That makes you OK in my book."

I thought back and realized Pops was right, she had never mentioned his name. Weird, I should have noticed that. She was obviously still hurting inside.

"Pops, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"This is a small town, and I know how small towns work. How come nobody helped her sooner? Why did this go on so long? I mean, that fucker broke her nose - twice, for Christ's sake!"

His eyes flashed angrily and his huge fists clenched as he looked at me, and I almost felt bad for old Ian. Almost.
"She covered for him Adam. We didn't know for the usual reason - she covered up, lied, pretended nothing happened. She works with horses all the time you know, and that's a pretty good way to get hurt, so we believed her."

He paused, and I could almost see him mentally kicking himself. I realized that I'd unintentionally poured salt into an open wound.

He went on:
"She'd show up with a black eye and say her horse hit her in the face with its head. She'd come in so sore from a beating she could barely move, her ribs probably all black and blue, and she'd say she strained her back moving hay bales, or she'd be limping and say the horse kicked her, or stepped on her. She was good Adam, very believable." He swore softly, under his breath.

"Why do you think she did that Pops? Why did she cover for that SOB? I mean, she doesn't strike me as the usual victim, low self-esteem type of woman."

"I've asked myself that a million times Adam, and I don't know. I think self-esteem may be part of it, but I think it was mostly a matter of dreams."

I was puzzled. "Dreams? What do you mean by that?"

"Dreams die hard Adam. She and Ian were high school sweethearts, and she had all her plans and dreams of their life together and how it would be -beautiful girl, her handsome husband, a little ranch, a couple of kids, training horses and riding in rodeos, always loving each other and being sweethearts like they used to be. No matter what a drunken bastard he turned out to be, she just couldn't seem to let go of those dreams."

I shook my head, my heart aching for her. "Yeah Pops, I guess I can see that. That's so sad. I obviously don't know her too well, but she seems like a really special lady."

He sighed. "You have no idea Adam, you just have no idea."