 |
 |
|||||||||||
 |
 |
|||||||||||
 |
||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
|||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
||
 |
||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|||||||
 |
 |
 |
||||||||||
 |
||||||||||||
|
|
|
|||||||||||
|
|
|
|||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||
|
|
||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|||||||
|
|
|
|
||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||
| Amature Wife | Old On Young Sex | Grannies With Big Tits | Mature Boobs |
|
I would like to thank EmeraldKitten for all her support and inspiration with this piece. Thanks also go to Penelope Street for her excellent work in editing and critiquing my work. And now the begging for votes and feedback. Please do both, it inspires me to write more and better for you. 1 "What am I doing?" Bill Corrigan asked himself as he looked out the bus window. The night moved past as it had for the last six hours. Darkness had fallen just after he crossed over to the U.S. from Canada. Two hours wait at the border and three hours from Toronto. "Eleven hours. I'm farther from home than I've been in over fifteen years. "And why? So I can meet some woman I've been speaking to on line for a year? Why did she ask? Why did I accept?" He quirked a smile at the last question. "I know the answer to that. It seemed a good idea at the time." But Bill felt a quiver of fear despite his good humour. He was exposing himself to another for the first time in a long while. They had been denizens on an Internet forum they both frequented. He had been there for several months before she first appeared. At first they had simply been there. Occasionally, they sent personal messages complimenting each other on a post they found amusing or thought provoking. These personal responses gradually grew more frequent. Soon they began to Instant Message. And that had lead to nightly chats and very occasionally, flirting. The last had been infrequent but the conversations had grown more serious. Not too deep, each seemed to maintain a profound well of reserve. Still, almost in spite of themselves, they grew closer. He looked forward to hearing from her and she said she felt the same. Bill would have been content to stay that way forever. Then she had asked if he would like to visit. To his amazement he said yes immediately. The next day he had booked a bus ticket, reserved a motel room and arranged for a day off work, extending the next weekend with a Friday. He worked at a long-term storage facility. One of those places where people warehoused things, or hid them. It left him alone much of the time which was what he preferred. The pay wasn't great. This didn't cause a problem as he had grown used to poverty over the years. He had few wants and the tiny bachelor apartment he rented wasn't a drain. "I would have been satisfied to have our relationship stay that way forever. No hopes, no worries, no fears. Why am I risking that now?" The face reflected back at him held no answers. A sign flashed by. 'Taylorton' it read. "Here we are. It won't be long now." For a second, Bill pondered staying in his seat, riding the bus to its final destination in St. Louis and catching the return trip. "No," he decided, "I promised." So he stood to fetch his bag from the overhead rack. Looking out the windows as he headed to the front of the bus, Bill could see that Taylorton was what he expected from his limited experience with small towns. A main road running through the centre of the tiny burg. Other streets lead away from it into darkness. Lots of houses, occasional low rise apartment buildings, many small businesses with a few national fast food and retail chains thrown in the bargain. He reached the front of the bus and sat in an empty seat until the vehicle stopped. "Here's your destination, Mr.," announced the driver as she opened the doors. "Taylorton. You expecting someone? It's kind of late. There's a motel nearby, if you need a place to stay." "Yes I am," replied Bill. "And I've already got a room there. Thanks for the concern though, and the trip." He went down the stairs and left the bus. "You're welcome. Have a nice visit." The bus doors closed, and it pulled away leaving a small cloud of diesel fumes behind. The early autumn night was chilly, overcast and threatening rain. He was standing under one of the sparse streetlights in front of what appeared to be a municipal building. A sign labeled 'Taylorton City Hall' confirmed that observation. Turning, he noticed a small car parked across the street. And the woman he had come to see was leaning against it. As he swung in her direction, she straightened up and walked towards him. "Hi, Bill. It's good to see you at last." Bill took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. He could feel his face go slack for a moment as his mind tried to decide how to react. Sorting quickly, he put on a hesitant smile. "Hello Tamara. I'm glad to meet you, at last." The woman moving towards him seemed to lose a step in her pace. Her head and shoulders drew in for a second, as if huddling for warmth. At her next stride though, she straightened and continued towards him. "Please, call me Ruby. Everyone else does." As she moved fully into the light Bill could see why. Ruby was rather tall with what many would call a heavy build. Her hair was a mop of curly, ruby red hair. The face under the hair had pale skin. It was round with a high forehead and a pointed chin. Although muffled under a winter coat, Bill could see where Ruby's body deviated from vertical at bust and hips. "Very nicely so," he thought. Jeans hid all knowledge of her legs except for the fact that they were fully shaped. Black winter boots with fur lining the top were on her feet. "She's a very impressive woman," went through his mind. "We've exchanged pictures, but photos don't do reality justice. She's a fine looking lady. But so young!" She had to be no more than twenty-two, twenty-three at most, a quarter of a century younger than him. He had an idea of what she saw. Graying, short hair sat on top of a clean shaven, knife thin face with hazel eyes. He stood barely two inches taller than Ruby. His body was rail thin, with long arms and legs. Bill was dressed in a black leather jacket with the sleeves and hem of a cable knit sweater peeking out from it. Faded blue jeans were on his legs, with second hand infantry boots standing on the ground. He didn't know her well enough to completely decipher her expression, but she didn't seem disappointed. Bill felt himself stand a little taller. Ruby hadn't drawn back or veiled her face which seemed a common reaction to him. "All right. Ruby it is. Have you been waiting long?" he asked her. "Not long. About fifteen minutes. Not a problem." She smiled. It was an expression that seemed natural there. "You said you had a place to stay," she went on. "The Evening Breeze wasn't it?" "Yes. Is it far?" "No." She gestured at the car. "Hop in. I'll give you a lift." Carrying his small suitcase, Bill followed her to the vehicle and they got in. She pulled away from the curb smoothly. "Did you have a good trip?" she asked. "Yes. Except for the holdup at the border. Everything and everyone has to be checked these days. A major pain in the ass it is." Ruby laughed. They fell into silence. Bill thought he should say something. But he found himself quite intimidated. Part of this feeling was fatigue from the trip, most was how overwhelming the circumstances were. Now that he was here, there was so much he wanted to say and do. There seemed to be no place to start from. He noticed Ruby drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. It didn't help that she was as nervous as he was. Making a quick left, Ruby pulled the car into the parking lot of a small motel. It appeared to be a well kept establishment. Stopping the car but leaving the engine running Ruby announced, "Here we are." "Thank you. If you don't mind, I'm very tired. I'm going to check in and go to sleep. Can you come by tomorrow around ten? We can get our day started then." For an instant, Ruby looked doubtful, then her face brightened. "OK." She laughed again. "I guess we've got some time. No need to hurry." "All right then. I'll see you in the morning." Grabbing his luggage, Bill got out of the car. "Good night, Ruby." "Good night Bill. Sleep sweet." It was their standard IM goodbye. "Sleep sweet." And he closed the car door. Bill watched as she drove out of the parking lot, waving as she entered the street. Then he turned and entered the office of The Evening Breeze. They were all set for him. Within five minutes he was in his room. Undressing to his underwear, Bill climbed wearily into bed. He thought for a few seconds about what tomorrow would bring. "What do I do?" he asked himself. The answer came immediately. Seconds later, he was asleep. 2 The room's phone rang, pulling Bill from his slumber. "Hello?" he whispered groggily into the phone. "It's the front desk, Mr. Corrigan. You asked us to wake you at 9:30." "Oh," Bill answered, more firmly as he came awake, "That's right. Thank you." "You're welcome, Mr. Corrigan." And the desk clerk hung up the phone. Bill rolled from the bed. Picking up the pouch with his cleaning stuff in it, he went to the bathroom. Shucking his briefs, he showered, shaved and cleaned his teeth. Once finished, he had just enough time to get dressed. It seemed the instant Bill laced his boots up, a knock came at the door. On opening it, he discovered Ruby had come just as she promised. "Morning, Bill," she greeted. "Sleep well?" "Very well, Ruby," he replied. "How about yourself?" "Could have been better. I had a lot to think about." "Oh?" he asked. "I was wondering why I asked you to come. And what today was going to bring." "I did the same. I still don't know about the first except that I thought it was a good idea," he said. "And today?" she queried. "I'll tell you after breakfast," he responded. "My treat. Is there a place for that? One you like?" Ruby smiled at that. "Yes. I know just where to go. Come on." Bill locked his room door and followed Ruby to her car. The day had turned very nice for fall. The air was still chilled, but the sun shone in a clear sky. Where the sunlight fell it was quite warm. In the shadows, the air felt more like autumn. The couple climbed into the vehicle and Ruby drove it out of the motel's parking lot. She headed to Taylorton's main street then turned south. Five minutes drive placed them just outside town limits where Ruby pulled into the lot of a roadside diner. As Bill climbed out, he scanned the area. The diner itself appeared to be a holdover from the middle of the 20th century. One of those long, narrow places built like a railway car. Kitchen in back, counter in the middle and booths at the window. For so late in the morning the place was busy. A half dozen cars were parked there as well as an equal number of trucks. The sign on the roof read 'Walt's Diner'. Bill found something reassuring in the sheer Americanness of the place. Locking up, Ruby led the way to the main door. Bill got there first and opened it for her. As they entered a voice boomed out, "Ruby! How's my favourite girl?" The voice came from a large, round face peering through the opening between the counter and the kitchen. The face vanished and then the body it belonged to appeared in the kitchen door. The body was just as large and round. The man was older, mid sixties probably, and Bill could tell the man liked his own cooking. Striding over, the big man gave Ruby a hug. "Hi Walt." Ruby hugged him back. "How are you? I see you're still enjoying the good life." Letting her go, Walt stood away from her and said, "Girl, it's all good..." "...If you're still around to see it," finished Ruby. Walt grinned, then turned to Bill. One eyebrow rose in inquiry. "Walt, this is a friend of mine, Bill Corrigan. Bill, this is Walt Demanjuk, this place's owner, cook and an old friend of my family." Walt put out his hand and Bill took it. Neither was disappointed in the handshake the other gave. "So," mused Walt, "this is the wordy Canadian you've been gushing about." Ruby blushed a little at that, lowering her head and looking to one side. "I always thought I was rather taciturn," was Bill's reaction to this. "I'll admit Ruby's an easy woman to talk to though." "She is at that," said Walt. "And easy on the eyes too." Ruby gave Walt a mock punch in the shoulder. "Ow!" said Walt, putting a sham look of pain on his face. "Just telling the truth, girl. "Now you go sit yourself down. I'll have your breakfast for you quick. How about you, Bill?" "Scrambled eggs and sausage if you got 'em," Bill ordered. "Comin' up." And Walt headed for the kitchen. Ruby lead Bill to a booth at the right end of the diner. It was the closest to privacy they could get. As he sat down, Bill asked, "What do you do at breakfast? I usually read the newspaper." "I generally listen to the radio. When I treat myself here, I just look out the window and watch the world go by." Bill looked through the window himself. "Oh? What do you see?" "Sometimes, it's people I know. I can guess where they're going and why. Others, I can tell they're from around here. Not much different from the people I know. I really like seeing things from out of state. I wonder who they are. And their destinations. And why, I always wonder why. "And often, I get an idea about all that. Then I write a story about it." "You write?" asked Bill in surprise. "You've never said that before." Ruby lowered her eyes. "I don't often talk about it. Not many of my acquaintances and family would understand. My mom knows. Everybody else, they're a little straight laced, ya know? Some of the stuff I've written is kinda... um... smutty." Bill winked at her. "Really? I hope you'll let me read them sometime." Ruby smiled at that. "But," he went on, "most people would think badly of you, if you told them?" "Maybe, probably, I don't know. I've learned not to let people find out too much about me. Sometimes I let them get too close, if you know what I mean." "Yes," replied Bill. "I'm afraid I do." His tone and face lightened. "Look, let's not get bogged down in our dark thoughts during breakfast. Let's just enjoy our meal. We'll eat and watch the world go by. Deal?" "Deal!" Ruby agreed. She laughed. "It's not like me to get so deep so early. You're being a drag again, Mr. Corrigan." It was one of her standard messaging lines. "It's a weakness," Bill grinned back. That was his standard response. At that moment, the waitress came with coffee. Bill and Ruby thanked her, then the two of them watched the world. They hadn't been at it long before their food arrived. Ruby's breakfast was a large sticky bun. "That looks very tasty," remarked Bill. "Walt does his own baking. And he's real good at it," replied Ruby. She pulled a piece of it free and nibbled at it. Bill's breakfast was great. The eggs were light and fluffy with a bit of cheese and Worcestershire sauce mixed in for flavour. The sausages were spiced just so, cooked all through but not overdone. The toast was made with freshly baked bread and browned to perfection. Bill ate slowly, relishing every bite. When they finished eating they returned to their breakfast activity. As the coffee mugs emptied, Ruby began to glance at Bill frequently. With each look, a little more anticipation appeared on her face. Bill surprised her by looking over and into her eyes. They held each other for a moment. "So," started Bill, "are you ready for our day?" Ruby laughed. "I'm that obvious?" Bill smiled back. "Yes, you are. But I know how impatient you can be. "We'll get started then," he stated. They got their check and Bill insisted on paying. "This is my vacation. I want to treat you." Ruby dimpled at him. She liked being treated. Bill put money on the table making sure to include a good tip, then said, "Let's go." They went out to Ruby's car and climbed in. As she started the car Ruby asked, "What are we doing today, Bill. You said you had an idea last night?" "Yes." He turned and looked at her. "I want you to show me your life." 3 Ruby looked puzzled for a second. "I'm not sure what you mean, Bill." "Take me to places important to you," he replied. "Tell me why they are so important. Then I'll talk to you about things that match yours. We'll learn a lot about each other that way. We've only got the day. We should make it count." Ruby still appeared perplexed. "I'm still not sure what to do." "You write, don't you? Every story has a beginning. Where does yours start?" Ruby's face cleared. "Now I know." She put the car into gear and drove out of the lot. She turned back into town. "My story doesn't start here." Ruby began. "I was born in another state. My family was very poor. My father, well, he had a major problem. Oh, let's be honest. My father was a drunk. "My mom made most of our family's money and it often wasn't enough to keep us housed. We moved a lot. Usually my dad wouldn't come with us. He said he would be looking for work. But he hardly ever found it. So he would be back living with my mom, sisters and I. When I was eight we moved here, to Taylorton. My dad didn't follow. And this time he didn't ever catch up. "The last time we heard from him was a postcard from San Diego. That was five years ago. He said he was drying out and wanted to come home. My mom never wrote back. I didn't try to get in touch, and I don't think any of my sisters did either. "I don't remember much before I came here. Just my mom being sad a lot and my oldest sister looking after me. I don't remember any friends. I never stayed long enough in one spot long enough to make any. "I'm afraid I never leaned how to make friends. I know people, like Walt. But I can't say they're really close." Their vehicle had reached Taylorton. Driving a short way into town, Ruby turned left to travel along a small road heading east from the main street. Ruby had fallen silent. Bill took this as a signal that she wanted to listen now. "I wasn't even born in North America." Bill started his own discourse of his life. "My father was in the Canadian Army. He was on assignment in Britain when I was born and my mom was with him. "I can't say I was very close to my father. He came from that upright White Anglo-Saxon Protestant background of the province he grew up in. For him, it was enough that he supported us financially. I'm sure he loved us, in his way. But showing it wasn't something he believed he was allowed to do. "I guess you could say that was the same as your father not being there. "And my family also moved a lot. Every year, a new posting for my father and we had a new house again. I was twelve before he left the service. We settled down finally. But I didn't really know how to get close to people either." Ruby had driven the car about a kilometer from the main street. She pulled over to one side and stopped the engine. To the south, trees came up almost to the road. "We've got a short walk from here," she declared. They exited the car and Ruby lead Bill south through the woods. They said nothing to each other during the brief hike. Quite suddenly, the pair moved into a clearing. The sun was high now and it shone on a place of beauty. A creek ran through the woods at this spot where it widened to a pond about 75 metres across. They stood at the edge of a thin, rather rocky beach. Bull rushes, now brown and brittle, lined the far bank. The trees were the vibrant colours of fall and shone in the bright light. The water reflected scintillating points on its surface. Ruby looked at the area with a disconsolate look on her face. "I guess this is where my story really starts, Bill. My family had arrived in May. Coming to a new school so late, I had to work hard to make sure I passed. My mom made me come straight home in the afternoons and get right to work. With me being so shy and so short of time, I didn't really know anyone as summer started. |
| paris hilton picture gallery - gallery hilton nude paris picture - |