Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Katie books a return engagement.
June, 2018 -- OBX house
Randy had thought about the encounter with Cindy on the Sunday drive back home and mentally checked that box off his list. It had been a long time coming, but was well worth it. He did not really have a list in his head, but thought about some of the females from his past who rated inclusion if he decided to make one.
As he drove in silence, Halley again came to mind. The miles rolled by as he wandered into all sorts of things, mentally exploring again every possibility he could conceive of for her absence, but in the end, he came back to the fact that she had earned his trust. He would continue to believe in the reasons she had given because she had not given any reason not to.
In his younger days, Randy had believed in allowing anyone a chance to fail, often trusting folks until they proved themselves to be a liar. The money he now possessed had jaded him on that principle, but he trusted Halley.
Is that why her absence bothered him? Because he trusted her implicitly? He loved the sex with her and the little games he got to play with her mind and body. He loved the way she sassed him, the independence she showed. How she surrendered herself and that independence totally to him. It was exhilarating in more ways than just the sex, but he dismissed any thought of being "in love" with her out of hand. There were just too many willing others out there for him to explore to be in love with anyone.
"I'm too old for that," he had said aloud to himself as he got off the interstate and headed down the two-lane county road that would eventually take him to his River House ten minutes away.
*
On the Monday, Randy got a text from Katie, a TV producer from Tennessee that he had met, and fucked, out on the OBX over a year ago. They made small talk via text for a good five minutes before she got to her reason for texting.
She told him her work had been crazy, but that she wanted to come visit and that she only had time for a long weekend, Thursday through Sunday. She wanted to know if he would be at the Outer Banks the third weekend of June.
Randy replied that she should come on out and that he had the DVD that he failed to give her of their last encounter. Katie immediately texted back.
'I've wondered about that. So, it's okay to come out?'
'It's more than okay, Katie. Can't wait to see you!'
'Get the popcorn ready then, I'll be on my way, the 14th through the 17th.'
'I'll have supper ready when you get here and bring nice clothes, I think I'll take you out. Can you remember the way?'
'Oh yeah, I'll never forget it.'
*
Randy had driven to the OBX on the appointed Thursday afternoon. Lately he had been on a run of some incredibly good sex. He thought about Ellie, her sister Mina and Cindy. Now Katie was on the way. Briefly he wondered what Halley was doing but was interrupted in his thoughts when he arrived at the upscale grocery store that he frequented. He went in to pick up some groceries and a nice-looking blonde in her early to mid-thirties struck up a conversation. Randy knew Katie was on the way, so he wasn't looking for a pick-up, but the blonde was and eventually she asked if he were busy for the evening.
"Sorry, I'm taken this weekend, but maybe we'll run into each other again sometime."
It was obvious that she was disappointed as she shrugged, "Hopefully. You have a nice time now," and she winked at him as she took her wine purchases to the checkout.
The blonde preyed upon him for a few miles and Randy slapped the steering wheel when he realized that he should have asked for her number.
"Dumbass," he muttered.
He forced the lost opportunity from his mind by thinking of the lady that was on her way, spending the miles recalling their first encounter and how she was a quiet fuck. She had a knack of being able to talk about extraneous things while they were doing it, all the while grinding on her orgasm. Randy recalled how he had the feeling that she was used to being in charge in the sack and how he had let her lead their first encounter more so than he usually did with a woman.
She was in her late thirties, maybe even forty and her hair was colored different shades of brown. Katie had ice gray eyes and a bronzed, muscular body with not a blemish on it; 5'6" and about 130 pounds. Randy felt a shudder run down his spine as he recalled her small aureoles and the tiny nipples that would get rock hard.
Arriving at the house, he opened some windows to air it out and then put the groceries away. He had bought fruit and arranged apples and bananas in a bowl on the dining area table, changing their position several times until he cussed at himself aloud.
"What the fuck are you doing Randy? You never would have thought twice about how a damned fruit bowl looked before," and he shook his head in disbelief.
He put the beer he had gotten for Katie in the refrigerator and took out two pork chops, seasoned them, then lit the grill and when it was ready, put them on it to a nice sizzle. Stewed potatoes with onions and some pink-eyed peas would round out the meal.
The grill work done; he had just taken the chops into the kitchen when Katie arrived a little before 5 p.m. He went to let her in and was met by khaki shorts and a chocolate milk colored sweatshirt that was two sizes too large for her. Emblazoned on the front of the shirt in white was the sentence, 'I'm pretty confidant my last words will be "Well shit, that didn't work."'
"Hay-ee," she greeted him in her syrupy Southern drawl as she set her bags inside.
"Hello Katie, nice shirt," he told her as she encased him around his waist with her arms and her lips met his for just a moment. Then she dropped, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his khakis. Randy smiled down at her as he pushed the front door closed, "Wow, no foreplay, just straight to it I see."
"I've waited a long time," Katie began, her drawl making his dick harder by the second, "I gotta make sure what I've been thinking about for the last year wasn't a figment of my imagination."
She already had his pants down and did the same with his boxers, exposing the hardening cock that was easily as long as her face. "Oh yes, that's what I'm talking about, come to mama," and Katie grasped his dick at the base and spat on it. She paused and looked up, "If I remember, we clean up later, right?"
"It's your weekend, have at it," and she did, opening her mouth wide and engulfing the head. She worked slowly, savoring the moment, as her lower jaw kept extending to take in the next inch. Randy was reminded of how good the metal ball of her tongue piercing felt on his cock as he closed his eyes and sighed.
Katie worked franticly, cupping his balls as she sucked and pulling him closer by them, until she brought him off in less than ten minutes, swallowing every drop of his load without getting any on her chin or clothes. When she had finished, she licked his cock clean, pulled up his boxers and pants, affixing his belt as it were before, and pronounced as she stood, smacking her lips, "Is supper ready? I'm hungry."
They ate the meal with a white wine and made small talk with no innuendo or allusions to the primary purpose of the visit. It was as if they were just a pair of old friends who had reunited after a long absence and needed to catch up. Afterwards they put the dishes in the dishwasher and with a glass of wine each, made their way to the living room. Randy noticed that her legs were tanned darker than the khaki shorts she wore.
