The next day I found Bill sitting on his front porch as I walked by, I waved and he waved back. So far, so good. "You look good today!" I called out.
"I feel fantastic. How about you?"
"A little sore. Good workout yesterday. I didn't see you out and about yesterday." I was aching in ways I didn't know I could.
"I went to bed early."
"Well, you must have had good dreams, maybe about your wife?"
"Incredible. And no, not about Jean. Not really sure who they were about, but whew, they were great."
"Well, I hope your dreams come true." As I secretly wished to have a few of my dreams come true as well.
"Yea, that would be nice!"
"I've been looking for wildlife pictures to practice sketching. Do you still have those Field & Stream magazines?"
"I sure do."
"Do you think I could look through them and maybe borrow a few?"
"Sure, they're on my desk. Help yourself."
If only I could, he might never be seen outside his bedroom again. I went through the front door, and crossed the kitchen and went into the den. As I approached the desk I found the stack of Field & Streams lying next to Bill's open diary. I picked up the top magazine and started to leaf through it, but my eyes fixed on that days date at the top of the diary page. I glanced back to see Bill's ball cap rocking back and forth in the front porch swing, and I couldn't resist reading the entry:
"Last night started out a bad one, really drunk. Just knew it was
Going to end the way it always has, puking and passing out. But
As fate would have it, an angel rescued me from the bleakness of
My despair. How do you get angel to come back?
Is it possible that I finally might have found someone, I know you
Can't love someone you've really never met, but if the sex is
Any indication of possibilities, then we could last forever.
I find it incredible that someone came into my house, had sex with me
Then left without a trace. Did I dream this?
No way! Would it be wrong to just want my Angel to come back?"
Wow. Could it be that he would be open to me being the one warming his bed? I glanced back at the magazine, just as Bill came into the room.
"Finding what you need?"
"I think so. Just gonna take these two. I've gotta run to the mall later, I'll make some photocopies, and then I'll get them back to you."
"No rush."
"K. Thanks." And I left for the mall.
I tried for 20 minutes at the mall to find several pictures to copy. But all I could think about was snuggling up next to Bill. Having him snuggle with me, dreamily thinking of all the positions and situations that would lead to me enjoying him deeply. God, just imagining him being with me was enough to make me weak in the knees.
"Do you need help?" the manager of Kinko's asked.
"No. I got it."
I hurried my way through copying a couple of pages in each magazine, and heading out through the mall. As I walked through the Wal-Mart at the end of the mall, I passed through the ladies section. Displays of feminine undergarments were all around me. I saw many things I would like to have to pick up off the floor the morning after spending the night in Bill's bed. But I was nowhere near brave enough to actually stop and look at anything. But the images and feelings that those lacey delicates conjured up for me set my blood to boiling.
I approached my car in the parking lot, and was fit to be tied. A shopping basket had rolled into the driver's door. I pushed it out of the way to reveal a very small scratch in the paint, but nothing I couldn't buff out. I grabbed the cart, to put it in the cart bin, and noticed a small plastic bag in the buggy. I picked up the bag and found inside a pair of size 8 white lace boy shorts. I looked around waiting for some irate soccer mom to jerk them out of my hands and slap my face. There was no one around. I pushed the cart to the return bin, got into my car and drove back home, and went directly to my bedroom.
I slid out of my jeans, and shed my briefs and put my feet through the leg holes in the shorts. They felt very nice on my legs, as I pulled them up to cradle my recently explored ass. Oh, how I wanted it explored again, without delay. Was it wrong to hope Bill was drinking again tonight? I wished silently that I could have him, have him accept me, and to pursue us together. I pulled my jeans back on and prepared to take the magazines back to my 'friend'.
My jeans added to the thrill the panties gave me as they caressed my ass. I carried my newly awakened sperm repository to hopefully get a fresh deposit. Bill's front door was closed, and the front room light was off. So, I walked around back to the kitchen door. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table, his head lolling forward, a half empty glass in front of him, and an empty bottle of Buffalo Trace sitting in the center of the kitchen table.
I tapped on the door, no response. I tapped louder, no response. I opened the door, no reaction. I walked in and closed the door, a slight lift of the head, and then it dropped back to his chest. I laid the magazines on the table, and began to rouse Bill, trying to get him to his feet.
A definite slur, "Are you my angel?"
"Let's get you to bed."
"OK."
We weaved down the hall, and I bumped into the bedroom door, and nearly lost control of him and we almost fell to the floor.
"Whoa! Baby, slow down." We crossed the floor and he fell onto the bed. He began fumbling with his belt.
"Can you get undressed?" I whispered.
"Yea baby." He roughly yanked me close and planted a rough kiss on my mouth. As his lips crashed into mine, his hands found my ass, and he lifted my buns as he squeezed them as if he had been groping them for years. My nipples sang out to be played with the way he was fondling my ass. He drunkenly forced his bourbon soaked tongue into my mouth, and my lips parted accepting his advance with eagerness, and I melted into his embrace.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and said, "Get into bed."
"Let me pee first."
He swatted my ass as I retreated, and I went immediately to the bathroom and quickly disrobed, adjusting my pretty panties snuggly into place. I opened the bathroom door to find the bedroom pitch black. I could hear Bill breathing softly across the room, and my flesh began to tingle. I walked into the room, and eased over to the bed. Well, at least he understood he was supposed to get undressed. Bill was out. His shirt was off, pants down past his knees, boxers askew. I knelt down and freed his legs from his pants and gently began to pull down his boxers. As his shorts hit the floor I raised up on my knees to find his flaccid penis hanging between his legs. It was hard to see in the dark, but it was enticing none the less. I leaned forward entranced by the sight of his genitals, his hand touched the back of my head, and I started!
"It's OK angel," still slurring heavily. I leaned forward and found his cock starting to rise to return my kiss. I kissed the head of his penis, and it jerked up to greet its admirer. I kissed it again, then parting my lips I took the head of his lengthening penis into my mouth. I began running my tongue around and around the edge of his excited glans.
"Mmmmmm!" Escaped his lips as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. It wasn't too big around, but with him touching the back of my throat, there was still enough of him for me to wrap my hand around his shaft. "Yea." He groaned. His shaft felt so good on my lips, as I bobbed up and down on his erection. He pushed me off of him and grunted "Wanna fuck you."
I stood up, and he patted the bed next to him. As I crawled onto the bed, he stood up, teetered, then steadied himself by grabbing my hips and he moved in to stand behind me. I was on my hands and knees, with Bill behind me, as he began to pull down my panties.
