No Fairy Tale

Steve sat on the couch, taking slugs out of the beer bottle. Tomorrow he'd sleep in, then run to the Pig and get some groceries and drop off the dry cleaning. After that, what? He had no idea. He did know that he was tired and it was time to sleep. He also knew that he hated sleeping all alone in that big bed.

He thought about how long it was since he'd shared a bed with a woman. Worse yet, how long it had been since he'd actually gotten laid. Two years was way too long. His forearm was getting that Popeye look by now, but he wasn't sure he was ready to trust anyone yet. If the right woman came along, sure, but it wasn't going to happen in Bumfuck, Georgia unless he went out and made it happen. It wasn't like some hottie was just going to magically appear in his bed. After all, life is no fairy tale, and the last two years were proof.

He sighed and got up to toss the beer bottle into the trash, switched off the lamp and headed to his bedroom.

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Tired as Goldie was, she finally fell into a dream state. And the dream was so vivid. She was laying on her back on a warm bed, naked, with her knees pulled up and her thighs spread wide. She looked down and saw a the top of a man's head, gray hair moving in a circular motion, and felt the sensation of his tongue buried deep in her pussy, swirling ever deeper and driving her wild. She felt her breath quicken as the sensations began to build.

She couldn't remember his face, and she knew it was a dream of some sort because as much as she wanted him to, her ex-husband refused to go down on her, saying real men didn't do that. He did insist on blowjobs, which at first she enjoyed doing, but grew to dislike since he wouldn't return the favor. She couldn't see his face -- she wanted to see his face -- but not at the price of having him stop what he was doing. OH it felt so good. She dreamed on, a smile on her face.

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Steve turned into the bedroom and stripped off his underwear and tossed them onto the floor. Something didn't seem quite right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He walked through the pitch-dark room to the side of the bed and switched on the light. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

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Goldie started to gasp. Then, suddenly incredible brilliance shattered the night and brought her out of the painfully pleasurable dream with a REAL gasp. She awoke to find a naked man with gray hair standing next to the bed, staring at her. Her first confused thought was "That's what his face looks like!"

Then reality hit her. The dream ended, and a nightmare began. The owner of the house was home, and he'd caught her in his bed sleeping. Breaking and entering was a felony and she was in really deep shit unless she did some fast talking and proved she was harmless and a victim of circumstance.

She felt the covers fly off of her body as he peeled them off the bed. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house!" he exploded. She was frightened as she lay there naked, with her left hand still touching her pussy, as the final remnants of her dream began to fade.

Her mind churning, Goldie took stock of the situation in a split second. In a montage of split-second impressions, she saw the frightened and shocked look in his eyes, saw his eyes examining her own nakedness, glanced at his dick just inches from her face and saw the beginnings of the male response to her nudity and noted the size of his member with approval, and began calculating what she should say to defuse the situation.

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Steve couldn't believe it. Turning on the light to find a naked woman sound asleep in his bed was not exactly what he expected. She wasn't quite sound asleep. She obviously had been dreaming, and enjoying the dream immensely, considering what her fingers were doing and how much they glistened with her juices. He also noted to himself "nice rack."

Still he yelled out, wanting to know what in hell was going on. They both froze, both holding their breath. She finally broke the tension, holding her arms in front of her as if to protect herself from a blow. "Please don't call the cops," she pleaded. "Please! I didn't take anything. I'll do whatever you want, just don't call the cops!"

He stared at her open-mouthed, and took a step back in confusion. His reaction to her body was involuntary and obvious. After all, it had been a very long time since he'd been this close to a naked woman, and even longer since he'd been this close to a naked woman that looked this good.

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Goldie was frightened when he took a step back. She thought he was about to go to the pile of clothes near the bedroom door to get a cell phone or something. Then she surprised herself, scrambling out of the bed and dropping to her knees in front of him

"I'll do anything," she repeated, and took his rapidly stiffening dick into her mouth and went to work.

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Steve let out a gasp. But he sure didn't take any more steps backwards. It had been a very, VERY long time since anyone other than himself had taken matters in hand, as it were. The sensation of her mouth wrapped around his dick stunned him, and she began to stroke and lick, taking him into her mouth a little deeper each time, punctuated with her tongue swirling on the underside and licking the glans. She stopped and bent further and began to lick and suck on his balls.

He couldn't help himself and let out a groan and said "Oh my god, oh oh oh" and gasped, taking in more air. He watched her head bobbing up and down as she once again began to suck him in deeper and deeper. He felt his balls begin to contract and knew the moment was close at hand.

Then he remembered his bitch of an ex-wife and grasped the sides of her head and pulled back. His dick came free with a pop, and he turned her head upwards to look him in the eye.

"Not that way," he said, and helped her to her feet. He backed her up and guided her onto the center of the waterbed. She didn't resist, and when he slid down and grasped her legs and pushed them apart. Then it was her turn to gasp as he slid further down and began to eat her pussy.

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She couldn't believe it. Expecting him to drive his dick into her wet snatch, all of a sudden he did what she had been wanting all these years -- he buried his face between her legs. "Yesssss," she hissed, and felt his tongue trace around her labia, tickling her clit, then alternating between the two. It felt so good, but he seemed to sense that this wasn't the promised land for her. He gazed into her eyes, lifted his face from between her thighs and smiled. And then it was like an electric shock. He bent back to the task and thrust his tongue between her pussy lips into her tunnel.

Goldie let out a cry, "Ahhhh..." and it he seemed to take it as his signal. This was the place, and this was time, and this was her need. He began pistoning in and out, with an occasional foray to the top and near enough her g-spot to make her gasp again, withdrawing, toying with the lips for a split second before diving back inside her, nudging her clit with the tip of his nose for another intense sensation.

Her pussy juices began to flow and she became worried that he might drown. He seemed to relish the moisture, redoubling his efforts as she writhed beneath him, grabbing his head to press him in even tighter to her pussy as she pressed his head with the inside of her trembling thighs. She felt herself getting closer and closer to coming.

Then he stopped. She stared at him, openmouthed and breathing heavily. He raised up on his knees and smiled at her.

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Steve was beyond ready. But he had to ask a few questions for his own sanity. He caressed the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. "It's been about two years since I did this. I have to know your name."

"Goldie," she said, "and it's been 18 months for me." She paused, and added a question."I have to ask. Do you have any kids?"

"Yes. He's grown and out on his own. So is his rotten bitch of a mother."

"And that makes you Papa Behr, doesn't it?"

"Only if your last name is Locke."

"It is until I can get the paperwork done to change it back."

Steve started to laugh. "This is almost a fairy tale, isn't it?" he said. "Except this is the Anne Rice version."

"Papa Behr comes home and finds Goldilocks sleeping in his bed. This Goldilocks has awesome tits and a wet tight pussy, just what Papa Behr needs."

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She realized he saw things exactly the way she did -- and she wasn't used to having a man on her wavelength. "And Goldie Locke finds the bed just right and Papa Behr too hard. And Papa Behr eats pussy like a champ and has a nice big dick to fill Goldie with." Goldie gave an evil smile.

"And Goldie Locke isn't going to run away. She needs Papa Behr to fuck her deep right now. I like this version of the fairy tale a whole lot better."

He moved forward, grabbed her by the hips and slowly slid his rigid cock into her wet pussy. She let out a gasp and rocked her hips forward. She looked up, and saw his eyes go wide as he repeated the motion, sliding a little deeper into her each time. Finally he looked her in the eye and asked "Ready?"

She nodded, and then suddenly he slammed into her and went as deep as he could, striking bottom and she cried out wordlessly. His thrusts picked up in speed and intensity and she heard a growl emanating from deep within his throat. She matched his motions, rocking forward to accept as much of him as she could into her hungry pussy.

She felt her pussy walls begin to pulse and she realized she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm. As her muscles gripped and squeezed his cock, she yelled out again and began coming. At the same time, his back arched, me matched her yell and began to fill her pussy with cum, so much that it oozed out and down her legs even as they continued to fuck wildly. She felt each of his spasms pour more and more sperm into her, and she reveled in the feeling.

He finally finished, and looked down at her with a look that she could only describe as joyful. She suspected her facial expression mirrored his.

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Steve felt like he'd run a marathon. His heart was racing, but he had also forgotten the feeling of bliss that went with a monstrously powerful orgasm. Her face had a look of rapture, while her tits heaved with the heavy panting brought on by their mutual exertions. He found the sight amazingly erotic, and had no desire to withdraw from inside her. She also made no move except to wrap her legs even tighter around his back, in case he had any ideas about pulling out. All he could say was "Wow." It sounded lame to him, but what the hell else could he say? There weren't words sufficient to describe what had just happened.

But all good things must come to an end. He deflated and slid out of her but he wasn't about to let go of her. He rolled to one side but continued to hug her tight, kissing her gently. "That was amazing," he said. "It's time to talk. Who are you, and how the hell did I luck out and find you in my house and in my bed?" He paused. "I'll bet you're from Wisconsin."

She laughed. "Saw my car by the side of the road, did you?" He nodded. "Yes, that's where I'm from, and where I'm not going back to anytime soon if I can help it."

They began sharing their tales of divorce and flight and recovering their lives. He marveled at the absolute idiocy of her ex-husband, and wasn't shy about telling her why. "Some guys just don't get it," he said. "They don't understand what they have, and appreciate it. He didn't see you for you. He saw you as a possession, maybe even as a stepping stone to something that he thought would be better." He shook his head. "What a dumbass. Seems to me he was all about himself and couldn't give two shits about anyone else."

Goldie nodded her head. "Sums him up pretty well. You've got him sized up without even having to meet him."

"I'd just as soon not. I've already had to work around his type for years. Had enough of those short-sighted sociopathic assholes, thank you very much."

She smiled. "And how much of that was from your ex-wife?"

Steve grimaced. "That obvious, hunh? Yeah, she's a real piece of work. Piece of something." He laughed without mirth, and launched into his own tale of woe and betrayal and divorce. It just felt right talking to her. He could tell she knew exactly what he was saying, feeling, experiencing. There was empathy there, a look of understanding in her eyes that he wasn't used to seeing in a woman.

He told her things he had never told anyone else, trusting her completely. When he realized it, he stopped in mid-sentence. She even understood what caused him to break off his thought. "Been there. Done that. Have the t-shirt." She chuckled. "I'm not wearing it right now, that's all. Hope you don't mind."

"Oh, hell no. I like the view." He bent to kiss her nipples, which went rigid on contact. "Like it a lot."

"I like the view from here too." She lifted the sheet. "Nice. Very nice. Been a while." They both laughed again and snuggled closer.

He gave her a long look. "You just headed down to Florida on a whim, with no real plan, right?" When she nodded, he smiled. "You're looking for a safe haven, a place to get away from the madness. You have it right here. I'm off for the next five days. Forget going further south. Stay here with me."

"I have to know your name first. You never told me, Papa Behr. You just jumped my bones. That's only half the formal introduction, even in Georgia."

"Call this Steve's Bed and Breakfast then."

"Okay, Steve. I have a question then. What's the nightly rate to stay in your Bed and Breakfast?"

"I would say a hundred a night. Of course I'm willing to let you work off the bill. You already covered the first night. Of course, there are a few rules for staying here."

"What might those be?"

"The first is the dress code. You're currently meeting it. This is also the dress code for breakfast in the morning."

"I have a feeling that I know where this set of rules is going. But I don't think I have any objections to them so far. In fact, I need to know something. Can I work on getting ahead on the bill? Like maybe start working toward covering my second night's stay right now?" She gave him a little shit-eating grin and he sensed her hand moving under the covers. He felt her grasp him softly and began stroking. His response was immediate and obvious.

"I think now would be a fine time to work on payment on your lodging bill." He slid his hand behind her head and began to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing and they both moaned and picked up the pace of the kiss. Their hands began to roam, rubbing and caressing each other flanks and backs, then he rolled over on top of her and they were joined deeply.

If the first session could be described as frenzied, this time it was slow and sensual. It was if the first hot fires had cooled from flames climbing high to red-hot coals that gave off an even more intense heat. He felt in many ways that this was the more satisfying way to enjoy the embrace of a woman -- unhurried yet fully involved with all nerve ends drinking in the sensations of their contact.

Slow and steady wins the race, but this wasn't a race to the finish line. This race was its own reason for existence, the enjoyment of each and every sound and feeling, of the sensuousness of the moment, and of the raw naked motion involved in the joining of their naked bodies. The first was an incredible fuck, one for the ages. This was gentler, more intense, making love, a joining of souls rather than just a joining of body parts -- and more gratifying for that fact.

He felt the slickness of her pussy, the warm exhalation of her breath on his face, the vibrations of her sighs throughout his entire body. The feeling of reaching the bottom and of her answering thrusts, slow but intense along with her small cry of desire for more gave him a joy that had no words. He began to pick up the pace, and she began to match his movements as he felt the waves begin to crest and rise higher and higher until the dam burst. He cried out as did she, a long slow "Ahhhh" as each reached the peak, simultaneously and more strongly than the first time.

The sheer joy of it all left him completely limp. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. This complete sating of not just his physical needs but the feeling of connection with his partner was completely missing from his marriage, and he wondered how he managed to carry on without it all these years.

He refocused his eyes and looked the expression on Goldie's face. It seemed like he was looking in a mirror. Somehow, even though he only had known this woman for an hour, he felt like he knew her more than biblically. The look in her eyes was completely stripped bare of pretense, and it seemed she was going through the same range of emotions he was -- and considering the amazing parallels in their stories he felt confident in his assessment.

Goldie's eyes seemed to refocus a few seconds later, and she said one word to him that made his heart stop.

"Yes."

He smiled. It was a confirmation of everything that had been running through his head. It was like she could read his mind. His answer was equally quiet, but intense. "Oh, yes indeed." He was looking forward to the next five days. And maybe, just maybe, many more days after that.

He kissed her, rolled off of her and onto his side of the bed, laying on his side. "Listen," he said, "you've been through the wringer the past couple of years. Hell, I've been through the same one myself. What you're looking for is a place of safety. You have one here. Think about it." He paused, then added, "I'd really like for you to stay. I don't have to be back to work until Monday."

Goldie smiled. "I'm not going anywhere for a while. I like it here. You can show me around tomorrow." She snuggled closer. "Time for talk is over. Let's just call it a night. We have plenty of time to talk."

He reached over and turned out the light, a smile on his face. "We sure do."