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The beamer caught my eye, partly because of the rental sticker on the bumper, and partly because of the petite, dark-haired, dusky-skinned young lady pacing in frustration nearby. Don’t see many BMW’s in these parts, nor people who can afford to rent them. Also don’t see many such exotic beauties.

I pulled over well in front of the apparently stalled vehicle, leaving a cushion of distance so the young lady wouldn’t be too frightened having a stranger stop.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” I said as I stepped from my truck.

“This stupid car has stopped!” (she pronounced it like “shtewpid cah”.I love British accents!), “and I forgot to charge my mobile!”

“Would you like me to take a look?” I asked, still keeping my distance.

“If you would, please!” she almost demanded, “What a effing day! First I have to put up with that silly Sikh ceremony, and now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with a mobile that doesn’t work. Now here’sGomer effing Pyle to the rescue!”

Well! That wasn’t very nice!

I got the rental company’s 800 number off the sticker on the car and dialed it on my cell.

“Hi! My name is Nick Stafford. Could you please connect me with whoever handles breakdowns of your rental cars? Thanks!”

After a short pause another voice came on the line.

“Yeah, my name is Nick Stafford, I’m calling to report that one of your cars has broken down about ten miles out of Williams on the old Monroe Highway. Yeah, it’s about half a mile west of the Compton turnoff.”

“Oh, no, I’m not the renter, just a guy passing by.”

“Try Parminder Nagra…” I saw her head whip around as I said her name.

“Yeah, that’s it…”

“About half an hour? Ok, thanks!”

As I passed her on the way back to my truck, she stared at me, but said nothing.I had gotten the engine started and was checking the mirror for oncoming traffic when I saw her reflection huffing up to my door.

“Wait! Where are you going?” she panted.

“I’m going about my business, ma’am.” I said, “And the name’s Nick Stafford, NOT Gomer effing Pyle! Your tow will be here in about half an hour. Have a nice day.”

I started to move again.

“Wait! Please! I’m sorry!” she cried, running to keep up.

I stopped.

“Please! You’ve been very kind and I’ve been such an ass!” she gasped,a little out of breath, “Will you please do me the favor of waiting with me ’til the tow arrives?”

She was standing on the running board, holding onto the wing vent.

“Hang on.” I warned, putting it in reverse.

I backed up to within a few feet of her car and said, “You gonna stay out there all day, or do you want to climb in here out of the sun?”

I killed the engine, waiting for her reply. She gazed at me speculatively, giving me time to notice that she looked even better in person than she did on TV, without all that makeup on. Her skin was flawless, and created the perfect setting for her dark eyes.

Finally deciding I probably wasn’t a homicidal maniac, she walked around the front of the truck, her lustrous black hair just showing above the hood, and climbed into the passenger’s side.She ran her hands over the leather of the upholstery and inspected the rest of the interior.

“You’ve kept this in very good shape!” she said, with apparent admiration.

“Yeah, she’s kinda old so I have to baby her a bit,” I let my pride show a little, “but she still runs like a top, and can haul anything I need moved.”

We sat in silence for a few moments. I didn’t want to stare, but occasional glances showed her struggling for words to say. Finally,she must have found them.

“When did you recognize me?” she asked.

“About the time I got close enough to get a good look.” I watched her face to catch her expressions, and because it was a very pleasant face to watch.

“Most people, at least outside the studio,” she continued, choosing her words carefully, “when they recognize me, fall all over themselves trying to please me or get an autograph. Why didn’t you?”

I met her gaze steadily and shrugged before replying, “I’m not most people.”

She waved a hand in frustration and a frown clouded her features,”That’s obvious! But specifically, why?”

I thought a bit, choosing my own words, before replying, “I never understood all that brouhaha over celebrities. I’d venture to say that I’m at least as good at what I do as you are at what you do. The difference is, you do it in front of millions of people, so a lot of folks recognize your face. Why make a fuss over it? Have you saved the world? Have you invented a cure for cancer? Have you built a rocket to help us escape from this mudball when the politicians finally screw it up so bad we can’t live on it?”

I paused for a bit, then continued, “No, ma’am. If I was to make a fuss over you, it’d be because you’re such a pretty little thing and I’d want to date you. I reckon, though, that whatever agents and business managers you have lookin’ after you are gonna be lookin’ to whisk you away from here pretty quick, so why bother?”

She stared open-mouthed at me for a long moment, then a smile burst across her face, “What a refreshing perspective! I’m afraid I always took it for granted that I deserved all the attention people gave me. In fact, I guess I’ve come to accept it as my right. No wonder I’ve been such an ass!”

I cracked a smile and replied, “Well that’d make you about the best looking donkey I’ve seen in my lifetime.”

That got a small laugh, which was more than it deserved, but I was grateful.

“So, what do you do, Nick Stafford?” she asked, with a twinkle in her eye, “Besides telling bad jokes, that is!”

I acknowledged her assessment of my comedic talents with a wry grin and answered, “I develop software and try to keep my little piece of dirt producing enough to get by.”

“So you’re sort of a ‘gentleman farmer’?”

“Hardly!” I showed her the horned callouses on my hands, “These didn’t come from the keyboard. Couldn’t make ends meet if I depended on others to do everything.”

“But, if you work so hard farming,” she asked, genuinely puzzled,”when do you have time to write software?”

“Well, first of all,” I replied, “I don’t WRITE that much of it. I DEVELOP it. The largest part of that is nailing down the requirements so that I have a pretty good idea what the customer wants and needs,from his perspective, then designing the system to meet those requirements. When I do write, I mostly write building blocks - code modules that can be assembled with other modules to make a system. I can build some pretty complex systems from the modules I’ve developed over the years without writing much new code.”

“Doing things that way, the software development doesn’t take much time at all.” I continued, “The rest is time management - or rather managing my activities to fit in the available time.”

“But that must keep you awfully busy!” she actually seemed interested.

“Nothing wrong with that!” I laughed, “But you’d be surprised. I still find time to sit in a rockin’ chair and whittle now and then, or go fishin’ or skinny dippin’ in the creek. Can’t imagine living life any other way.”

“But don’t you get tired?” she probed, “All that physical labor, then doing your other work too?”

“When the other work was all I did,” I replied, “I’d go to bed tired,and not sleep a wink. My mind would keep churning on the problems of the day. Now, I go to bed, and I’m PHYSICALLY tired, but mentally rested. I sleep like a baby, and wake up rested and refreshed.”

“You seem to have life all figured out.” she said, with only a little sarcasm in her voice.

I shrugged, “I like the life I live, but I’m not fool enough to believe that what’s right for me is right for everyone else.”

She had the grace to flush a little.

“Actually,” she said, “I think I’m a little envious! My whole life seems to be run by other people!”

“Oh?” I asked, just to be polite.

“when my agent or the studio aren’t rushing me off to some event or audition or something,” she said, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, “I’m having to attend some ritual or other for a religion I don’t believe in, just to keep my family happy! I can’t remember the last time I did something I wanted to do!”

“When was the last time you said ‘no’ to any of these people you say are running your life?” I asked, deadpan.

She looked as if I’d slapped her.

“I can’t do that!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?” I asked, calmly.

“Well, because, well, you know, my career… my family…!” she struggled, having to think about a set of circumstances to which she had only reacted before.

“Life is a set of choices, Ms. Nagra. If you continue to choose your career and your family’s wishes over your own, then others will continue to control your life. If, at some point, you decide you need to find SOME time for yourself, then you start saying ‘no’ sometimes to the demands that others make on you. It’s a matter of knowing what’s most important to you.”

She contemplated on that for a long time. Before she could comment,the tow truck showed up and we got out to deal with the driver.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Nagra,” the driver said, not really caring, “but I only haul them back to the shop. The company won’t charge you for the rental, of course, but the nearest replacement is back at the airport where you got this one.”

She was about to blow another gasket when I said, “Look, what time is your flight?”

Temporarily distracted, Parminder searched in her purse for her itinerary. Fishing the paper out, she said, “It’s at three. Well,eight past three anyway.”

I consulted my watch and said, “It’s a quarter to three now, and the airport’s about forty five minutes away, so you’ve missed that flight.Why don’t you come with me while I dump this load of feed, and you can use my cell to call whoever you need to and to re-schedule your flight. Then, after you’ve had a chance to freshen up, I’ll take you to the airport.”

She looked me over speculatively, then gave me that brilliant smile that I’d seen only once before.

“All right, Mr. Stafford!” she said, “You’ve got a deal, but you must let me pay you for your trouble!”

I had started to take her bags to the truck, but stopped dead in my tracks and dropped the bags.

“You either come as my invited guest, Ms. Nagra,” I said, “or you find another way to the airport. Either way, I will not take your money,any more than I’d ask any of my other guests to pay for the hospitality I offer.”

Parminder’s lovely brown eyes went wide with shock, “I was only trying to be polite, Mr. Stafford!”

“It’s not polite to treat your host like someone hired to do you a service.” I said, very seriously, “If you wish to be polite, don’t insult me.”

She was clearly taken aback by my response, but said, “Of course!

Again, I apologize! It’s just that, well, in the places my career takes me, everyone has his hand out.”

“I’ll be sure to keep mine in my pockets.” I relented a bit, “Shall we go?”

I threw the bags in the bed of the truck with the feed sacks. The high wooden rails around the flatbed would ensure that nothing came out on the short trip to my ‘little piece of dirt’.

Parminder was on the phone with the airline for only a short time before turning to me and saying “There’s no flight ’til tomorrow! Is there a decent hotel nearby?”

“There’s a motel out on the interstate, but I doubt if it’s what you’re accustomed to.” I said, “But why bother? I have a number of empty, furnished rooms, and I’m sure one of them would serve quite well as a guest room.”

She looked at me speculatively and said nothing.

Guessing at her concern, I said, “All the rooms can be locked from the inside, if you’re worried about uninvited visitors.”

She smiled at me, looking embarrassed, and asked “Are you a mind-reader, Mr. Stafford?”

“No,” I said, turning into the long drive between white rail fences,”I am an observer and I think about what I observe. You were obviously worried about something. A pretty young lady alone in a strange house with a man you hardly know - it wasn’t hard to guess that you might have some concerns about that.”

“I think you are someone it would serve me well to know better, Mr.Stafford,” she said, pensively, “you intrigue me. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who thinks like you, yet what you say makes sense.”

“It’s not a unique trait, ma’am.” I said deprecatingly, “All it requires is that one think for one’s self instead of adopting the thoughts of those around us. Of course, that also means you have to get used to THINKING, a fad which seems to have gone out of style these days.”

As I pulled up into the common yard and backed toward the barn,Parminder looked around with a gasp.

“THIS is your ‘little piece of dirt’?” she exclaimed, following the fence lines out toward the horizon, “What would you call a BIG piece of dirt?!”

I smiled indulgently. “It’s only a few hundred acres, ma’am. Mostly I just raise horses, but I keep a truck patch for the table, and a few Holsteins. They’re kind of switch hitters - produce plenty of milk but make decent beef if it’s aged right. Got a few chickens and a couple of sheep too. I’m sort of partial to lamb, but don’t much care for pork, so I don’t keep pigs.”

I walked Parminder and her bags to the house and got her settled in her room, pointing out the bathrooms, the living areas and the kitchen, then went out to unload the feed. This is one of the reasons I’ve gotten in pretty good shape working this place - tossing forty or fifty hundred pound sacks of feed into the loft, even from the elevated truck bed, is a pretty good workout for anybody.

After I got the feed sacks stacked for easy access to the feed troughs, I went in to wash up, and was pleasantly surprised to find my nostrils filled with some very savory aromas. Following my nose into the kitchen, I found Parminder with her sleeves rolled up and an old apron of mine wrapped almost all the way around her.

“You keep your pantry and spice cabinet very well stocked, Mr.Stafford!” she said, stirring something on the stove, “I was able to find most of the spices I’d find in my mother’s cabinets, and reasonable substitutes for the others. I do hope you don’t mind, but it’s been a while since I had a good lamb dish, and your mention of it got my mouth watering. I wasn’t really expecting to have to cut it off a hanging carcass though!”

I smiled at that. Most people are a little surprised at the meat locker I built just off the kitchen, and how much meat they find there. I guess she hadn’t looked in the walk-in freezer yet.

“If that tastes as good as it smells,” I smiled, “I can probably find it in my heart somewhere to forgive you!”

That got me another charitable smile.By the time I got cleaned up, Parminder had set two places and was serving a delicious meal for the two of us.

“It’s nice to see you haven’t completely abandoned your heritage!” I said as I savored a tender morsel of spicy lamb. The flavor was reminiscent of curry but there were other spices in combinations I’d never tasted before.

“It’s not that I don’t respect my heritage, Mr. Stafford.” she said, a bit huffily, “I just don’t find that all of it is compatible with modern life.”

“Don’t get your bowels in an uproar ma’am.” I said, placatingly, I hoped, “I meant it as a compliment - another way of saying ‘this is delicious’. How you preserve your heritage is as much your choice as how you live the rest of your life. I may have an opinion about it,but it don’t amount to a hill of beans, since you’re the one that’s got to live your life, not me.”

She was silent for several long moments, studying me as I tried not to wolf down the delicious repast before me.

“I can’t get a handle on you, Mr. Stafford.” she finally said, “Most people I can figure out pretty well, but I can’t figure out what it is you want with me.”

“Why don’t you try asking me?” I said quietly.

The obviousness of that set her back a bit.

“Very well, then,” she said, screwing up her courage, “what DO you want from me?”

I chose my words carefully before replying, “I WANT only a couple ofthings from you, Ms. Nagra, and EXPECT even fewer. I want to spend a little time with you, to enjoy your company. I also want to get you into my bed - to enjoy sex with you. I EXPECT the first of those - to spend a little time with you and enjoy your company. I don’t expect the second, but I can always hope.”

She didn’t, at first, know whether to be angry, shocked, or flattered.

“But, well, I guess a lot of men want to have sex with me,” she finally said, “so that’s a pretty obvious one, though one doesn’t normally expect it to be approached so directly! The first one, about spending time with me, I don’t understand. What’s your real purpose?What are you hiding?”

“Is it so incredible, Ms. Nagra,” I said, “that someone would just like to spend a little time in your company? You are a lovely young woman, and just being around you lifts my spirits, but I also think you have within you, the seeds of an actual thinking human being - a rare and valuable species! I have found that hiding my agenda, so to speak, only complicates things. By telling you up front what I want,we can bypass all the dancing around and trying to communicate without saying anything, and get right to the decision-making stage.”

“Well, Mr. Stafford, I’m not going to share your bed, so that decision’s made.” she said, “As for whatever else you want, well, I’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding the people who want to cheat me out of my money, so whatever scheme you’ve got planned, forget about it!”

“I can understand your paranoia, Ms. Nagra,” I said past the forkful of food I was preparing to stuff in my mouth, “so I won’t waste my breath trying to convince you. Thank you, by the way, for being honest about the sex thing. Now I can forget about that and just enjoy your company.”

She gave me a curious look and went back to eating. A few minutes later I heard her fork land on her plate rather loudly and looked up.

“That’s it?!” she asked, somewhat peeved, “I tell you you’re not getting me in your bed, and you just accept it?! You stop trying?”

I just looked at her calmly and said “Yes.”

“No man alive does that!” she cried, “Why would you?”

“Ma’am, if you want to have sex with me, just say so.” I replied, “If you don’t, why are you making such a fuss about getting your wish?”

“Whatever happened to romance and seduction?” she ranted, “When a woman says no, most men take it as ‘not yet’! But not you! Oh no! A simple refusal, and you just give up the chase!”

“First of all,” I said, “I wasn’t chasing to begin with. Secondly, if you can’t say what you mean, how are we ever going to communicate effectively? I took the first step by taking your words at face value,as I do everyone’s until I catch them lying to me. It’s quite simple,really. You say something, I believe it. I say something, you believe it. Saves all that chasing around after hidden agendas.”

I went back to eating, but could almost FEEL her seething.

“Why the hell would I want to sleep with an infuriating,holier-than-thou FARMER such as yourself, anyway?” she almost shouted

“That’s what you need figure out, if you’re considering it.” I said calmly, “I will say this: For someone who doesn’t want to sleep with me, you’re certainly making an awful fuss about not having to!”

She spluttered for a few moments before retorting, “Well, a girl wants to feel wanted, even if she doesn’t return the feeling!”

“I already TOLD you I want you!” my exasperation was starting to show,”So that’s not the real reason. Why don’t you close your mouth and open your mind. You just might discover something about yourself that you didn’t know.”

That caught her up short, but to her credit, instead of exploding, as I half expected, she snapped her mouth shut and sat, sullenly mulling over my words.

Finally, grudgingly, as I continued eating, she said, “It’s the female stereotype, isn’t it? Despite our pretense at liberation, we still want to be pursued, until we catch our pursuer. That way we can avoid taking responsibility for whatever happens, but if it turns out all right, we get to feel all smug and clever.”

Without looking up, I said, “Are you asking a question, or thinking out loud? If it’s the former, you can answer better than I.”

“Just thinking out loud, I suppose.” she said, her face still twisted in thought.

“And are you reaching any conclusions?” I asked as I placed my utensils on my nearly spotless plate.

She shot me a venomous look, followed quickly by that dazzling smile,and said, “You’re an evil man, Mr. Stafford, forcing me to face my own weaknesses like that…”

I held up a finger to interrupt, and said, “I beg to differ, Ms.Nagra. I have encouraged you to think, but have forced you to do nothing. As for facing one’s weaknesses, how else does one get stronger?”

“As I was saying.” she gave me a reproachful glare, “In the cold light of logic, I’m forced to admit that I want you, too. All that other flotsam was just to relieve me of the responsibility of admitting it to myself.”

I gave her a warm smile and changed the subject, “This has been an excellent meal, Ms. Nagra! Whatever else you may be, you’re a superb cook!”

“Hey!” she exclaimed, “What’s happened to your country bumpkin accent!”

I twisted my mouth in grimace, “It seems to come and go at will,without conscious intervention on my part. I kind of wish it didn’t because it’s a bit deceptive, but the habit’s been with me too long,and changing it would require somehow becoming conscious of it at all times. I haven’t figured out how to do that yet.”

She laughed a little at that and shook her head, “You still confuse me, Mr. Stafford…”

“Nick, please!” I interjected.

“…Nick, then.” she continued, “You tell me you want to sleep with me, then, when I finally admit to the same desire, you immediately change the subject! Have you changed your mind?”

I chuckled, “No, Ms. Nagra…”

“Parminder, or Par, if you please!” it was her turn to butt in.

“Par.” I said, “I haven’t changed my mind, but now that it’s out inthe open, there doesn’t seem to be much to discuss. From here on, I will assume that it’s ok to make advances, when the time and mood seem right, but there’s no hurry to get to it!”

Her laugh was soft, like her face, “You’re right, of course. Such things are best left to find their own time and place!”

We worked together to clear away the dishes and straighten the kitchen, swapping stories and jokes like old acquaintances reunited.When all was done, we settled into chairs in the sitting room - what most would call a family room, I suppose, but since it was just me…I poured us each a snifter of fine cognac and settled down across from her, watching the sunset behind the hills, and the way the waning light highlighted Parminder’s dusky features.

She joined me on the sofa, after a few minutes, without being asked,and we watched the sun’s final plunge together. We sat for several minutes in peaceful silence, just enjoying Mother Nature’s light show.

Some time later, Parminder spoke in almost a whisper, “It’s so quiet!”

Indeed, the creatures of the day were putting themselves to bed, and the sounds made by the swifts and bats as they hunted insects in the fading sunlight were inaudible to our ears. Their fantastic, seemingly silent, aerial maneuvers only emphasized the quiet.

Almost as though a signal had been given, though, as soon as the last rays of sunlight winked out, a symphony of night sounds arose around the house. Crickets started their nightly serenade and owls hooted in counterpoint. Whipoorwills called to each other, and night insects began buzzing at the screen door, hungry for the meager light that seeped out from where we were.

“I remember this from my childhood!” Parminder whispered, “In the Punjab, at night, it’s like this! Oh, some of the sounds are different, but this brings back so many long buried memories!”

As naturally as if she’d done it all her life, she wrapped both arms around my right one and leaned her head on my shoulder, heaving a contented sigh.

A few more minutes of silence, then suddenly, Parminder sat bolt upright, exclaiming “Oh bugger! I’ve forgotten to ring my agent! He’ll be worried sick!”

I just handed her the handset from the cordless phone and tried not to listen as she finally tracked him down on his cell phone.

“Maury! I’m so sorry! I forgot to call, with everything that’s happened!”

“You won’t believe! The stupid rental car broke down!”

“A BMW! Can you believe it! Anyway, there was no replacement closer than the airport.”

“No! I missed my flight!”

“No, no. I TRIED to book another flight, but there’s not one ’til tomorrow!”

“Oh, I’m not in a hotel.”

“No. A nice gentleman offered me a room and a ride to the airport,and…”

“No, Maury, he’s been a perfect, if somewhat infuriating gentleman…”

“Well, it’s the oddest thing! He expects me to THINK!”

“No, really, my head doesn’t hurt at all! I think I could actually come to like it!”

“Not another one! Come on Maury, those guys are just dirty old men!They’re not looking for an actor, just a pretty face and sexy body!”

“Yes, I know their movies sell, but to whom do they sell?”

“I don’t want to be a sex symbol! I want to act!”

“NO, Maury! Call them back and tell them no!”

“I don’t know if I’m coming back tomorrow or not. If my host agrees,perhaps I’ll take a long overdue vacation and stay here for a few days.”

“Yeah, the number is… No, Maury, you know what? I’ll call you!”

“When I’m good and ready!”

“No!”

“No, my mobile’s dead and I don’t have a charger.”

“You’ll live, Maury, and, more important, so will I.”

When she hung up, I couldn’t hide the grin that spread across my face.

“What?” she asked, suspiciously, then realized, “Oh, my! I’ve just told my agent ‘no’! What an absolutely wonderful, powerful feeling!”

“What have you done to me, Nick?” she whispered, resuming her position on my shoulder, “I feel so… so… comfortable! Despite your irritating habit of expecting me to think, somehow, I feel very contented just now!”

“How about a massage, to help with that?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me in the dim light and said, “Farming, developing software, and now, giving massages! Is there anything you don’t do?”

I pretended to think very hard before replying, “Well, I don’t fly without a plane, but I’m still working on that!”

She laughed and punched my arm.

“So, is that a yes?” I asked, then, remembering her conversation, “And by the way, your host agrees.”

She looked puzzled, then her face cleared and she smiled, “Yes, it’s a yes, and thank you! I really could use a vacation!”

A frown clouded her face and she continued, “But what about you? I can’t just take you away from your work for several days, and all that livestock isn’t going to feed itself!”

“That’s rather presumptuous of you, don’t you think?” I said mockingly, “I will take whatever time I need, but I don’t intend to wait on you hand and foot, you know. I have hands to help with the stock, and I’m between contracts for software at the moment.”

She looked chastened and said contritely, “I’m sorry! I suppose I WAS presuming a trifle! After all, how much help do I need just relaxing for a few days? I’ll shift for myself most of the time, but would appreciate any of your company you can afford to give.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll see at least as much of me as you can stand!” I chided, “You’re welcome to use the pool and spa as much as you like.with the height of the fence and the fact that it’s accessible only through the house, swimsuits are optional, though if you’re shy, you might want to cover up if anyone’s working the hills to the east. Can you ride a horse?”

“Oh yes!” she cried “That would be lovely!”

“I’m afraid I only have western saddles,” I continued, “and the horses are trained for working cattle, so they’ll feel and handle differently than ones you may be accustomed to.”

“Not to worry, Nick,” she laughed, “I once took a course in riding American style in case I should ever land a part in one of your Westerns!”

“Good!” I stuck out my hand to be shaken, “It’s settled then!”

Her hand was dwarfed in mine, but her grip was firm, and her smile brilliant.

“Now,” she said, “How about that massage?”

I laughed and replied as I held out a hand to help her up, “There’s a massage table in the room next to my workout room, and like the pool,it’s clothing optional.”

I flipped the wall switch and subdued lighting flooded the massage room as soft, rhythmless music floated through the air.

Parminder’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she shot me a questioning glance.

“I have someone come in occasionally to give me massages,” I answered her unspoken question, “and I thought it would be nice to be comfortable while being massaged.”

“Why aren’t you married, Nick?” she asked, un-selfconsciouslessly shedding her clothes, folding each piece neatly and placing it on a chair.

“Was once.” I said, “She died several years ago. The money from the insurance and the lawsuit helped me to get this place.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed sympathetically.

I shrugged, “Happens. I still miss her some, but life is beginning to go on. I don’t see her out the corner of my eye anymore, or hear her voice calling me.”

“Why aren’t you married?” I asked, to shift the conversation off me.

“Mostly, I’ve been concentrating on my career.” she said, “but if I admit it to myself, I guess I’ve also been trying to avoid having to tell my parents that they don’t get to choose my husband.”

She climbed easily onto the table and settled into position. Since she didn’t ask for one, I didn’t offer a towel. I was too engrossed in admiring her body to want to cover it unless she asked.

I warmed the oil and used sandpaper to smooth off the rough edges of my callouses, also making sure my nails were trimmed back.

Parminder moaned contentedly under my ministrations. I was a bit surprised at the firmness of the muscles under those soft curves. I had to use considerable pressure in some areas to work out the kinks.

I worked my way down her back, then up her legs, saving those luscious buttocks for last. It was a distinct pleasure to knead and manipulate those firm little orbs, and by the time I was finished, I could smell her arousal.

I gently helped her to turn over and worked her shoulders and pects,avoiding for now her lovely breasts. Her moans took on a tinge of frustration when I left her chest and moved to her feet.

She melted all over again as I worked the bottoms of her feet, then kneaded my way up her calves. I spread her legs slightly to work her thighs, and could see moisture seeping from her opening, filling the room with a mixture of her scent and that of the oil. By the time I reached the tops of her thighs, her hips were rocking in time with my strokes.

I bypassed the dark triangle and, using plenty of oil, gently worked her rounded little bowl of a belly. Gradually, keeping my hands well oiled, I worked up to the soft mounds of her breasts. When my greasy hands first started kneading those lovely dusky orbs with the dark brown centers, Parminder’s back arched, offering them to my grasping hands.

I kept the pressure gentle, but as I got to the tip of each breast, I squeezed the dark nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger and continued upward until the oil and the stretching pulled the slippery nub out of my grasp. A small cry erupted from Parminder as each nipple escaped its bondage.

For several minutes I repeated the process, turning my hands to different angles and moving rhythmically to ‘milk’ those beautiful teats. Finally, I bent over her and took one hard, dark nipple into my mouth, congratulating myself on my forethought for having bought that flavored massage oil!

My palm slid down her lubricated abdomen and came to rest on the dark forest covering her mound as two fingers slid alongside her clit and slipped easily into her self-lubricated opening. A deep moan arose from her throat, and her head arched backward.

As my fingers found her G-spot, I started tapping it. With each tap,my teeth would close sharply on the hard little eraser of her nipple,and immediately release. Her body bridged between shoulders and heels as she came the first time, but I continued the rhythmic tapping and biting.

After three or four more orgasms, I relinquished my hold on her erect nipple, and swept downward to suckle on her engorged clit. Now,instead of tapping, my fingers slid relentlessly back and forth across her G-spot in time with my lengual manipulation of her sensitive little bud. Higher and higher I took her, pausing each time she neared the precipice, never quite letting her cum.

At first gently, then with more and greater vigor I played her dripping instrument, building toward a final crescendo. Parminder’s sighs and moans became more desperate, more strident. She would inhale two or three times before remembering to exhale, and each time the air gusted out across tightly stretched vocal chords.

I shifted position to the bottom of the table, and the lovely actress wrapped her luscious brown thighs around my head, crying her lustful frustration to the rafters. I turned her cries to screams as I plunged a finger deeply into the brown crinkled star of her anus. Again and again I brought her to the edge, only to back off and let her cool down.

Finally, as her small hands beat at the massage table in frustration and I feared she would pass out from hyperventilation, I drummed two fingers of one hand against her G-spot while pistoning two fingers rapidly in and out of her backside. As her hips rose to meet my manual assault, I bit sharply, quickly at the tender bud of her clit several times in succession.

Parminder’s voice broke mid-scream and the remainder of her cry gusted silently out of her throat as her entire body went rigid, her legs almost breaking my neck as they spasmed then straightened to drum her heels against my back! My mouth couldn’t keep up with her ratcheting pelvis, and I thought I’d have to come back later for my fingers as her openings clamped down on them! For a long, long moment, her climax seized her. When it finally relinquished its grip on her body, every muscle seemed to lose its strength as she collapsed back to the table,twitching with aftershocks.

Slowly, gently, I extracted various parts of my anatomy from hers,causing new tremors as I touched oversensitive tissues.

I had finished washing my hands and face before Parminder once again became aware of her surroundings. As I turned, drying on a towel, she groaned and made a feeble attempt to sit.

“That,” she said hoarsely, “was the most relaxing massage I EVER had!I can hardly move!”

“Then don’t try, just yet.” I said, “Let me clean you up first.”

She surrendered without a fight, and with a series of warm washcloths,I cleansed the oil and other fluids from her body, eliciting more sighs of contentment.

Without a word, I lifted her limp form from the table and carried it upstairs to the room I had designated as hers, depositing her gently on the bed. As I covered her and turned out the light, she murmured,

“But, what about you?”

I kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, “Plenty of time for that later. I prefer my partners to be at least semi-conscious!”

That got me a feeble smile followed almost immediately by a ladylike snore.

Breakfast was almost ready by the time Parminder shuffled into the kitchen looking quite fetching, if somewhat disheveled, in a terry robe about twice her size. She eagerly took the cup of coffee I offered as she sat down at the table.

A couple of sips later, a little life came back to her eyes.She looked up at me from under an unruly mop of black hair and said,

“I can’t recall the last time I slept so soundly! If this coffee hadn’t smelled so marvelous, I’d still be snoring away!”

I put a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and grits in front of her and sat down with my own plate.

She eyed the plate dubiously, and gingerly tasted a buttery bite of grits. Black eyebrows arched across her forehead as she exclaimed,”This is quite good! What is it?”

“It’s called ‘grits’,” I replied, “or, more formally, hominy grits.Don’t quote me on it, but I think it’s made by soaking cornmeal in lye. Or perhaps they soak the corn in lye before grinding it to this consistency. Anyway, I eat a lot of ‘em. My roots are in the South,and some habits die hard.”

I pointed at the eggs and bacon and said, “Better eat those, too. You expended a lot of energy last night, and today just might turn out to be a long one!”

“I usually only eat a piece of fruit for breakfast…!” she said,taking a tentative bite of egg, and following with a crunchy piece of bacon, breaking it off with her fingers before slipping in discreetly between those dark, full lips.

After that, until the plate was clean, all I heard was un-ladylike ‘Ummm!’s and ‘Aahh!’s.

“My God!” she said, falling back in her chair as her fork clattered onto the empty plate, “I must have been famished! That was very good!”

I smiled and finished the last bites of my breakfast.

“Well, what would you like to do today,” I asked as I refilled her coffee cup, “on this, your first official day of vacation?”

“This coffee is quite good!” she said, nose still hovering over her cup, “It’s not that brown, watery muck you Americans usually drink!”

“Thanks!” I took a sip from my own cup, “I’ve got to feed the livestock in the barnyard, but I’ve got someone coming out to take care of the rest of the chores. I can round us up a couple of horses,or you can just relax by the pool today.”

She thought for a while, savoring the aromas carried by the steam rising from her mug before replying, “You know, I’m feeling so relaxed at the moment, Nick, I think I’ll just take it easy this morning, if that’s all right with you. Perhaps later in the day I’ll have regained some of my strength. You devastated me last night!”

She followed that with an impish grin, which I couldn’t help but answer.I finished my chores and showered then wandered out toward the pool,having seen Parminder sunbathing from my bedroom window.

As I passed down the main hallway, a blinking light on my security system sent me back upstairs to check out the east hills with my binoculars. Confirming my suspicions, I went to the pool and covered Parminder’s deliciously naked form with a towel.

“I need to go for a short ride,” I said, “If I were you, I’d stay covered until I get back. OK? Somebody’s over on the east hills with lenses. I’m going to go check it out. Do me a favor, though and stay out here so they’ll still have something to look at.”

She nodded and lay back down.

I quickly saddled Buck. Buck, unlike the other horses, seemed to like being ridden, and he had the stamina to go forever. He never strayed far from the main buildings, just on the off chance that I’d want to ride.

He was in a playful mood, and I had to wait until he exhaled before I could tighten the cinch, but it was mostly for show.I mounted up and headed northwest, angling away from the buildings and the east hills. After I was sure I was obscured from the sight of whoever was up there, I circled back and put Buck into a ground eating gallop, catching the creek bed almost directly north of the house.This late in the summer, the creek was mostly dried up and the sandy bed muffled Buck’s hoofbeats as we pounded back toward the southeast,behind the hills where my trespasser was waiting.

I walked Buck up the backside of the hill and came down on the guy with my lariat already loose and ready to go. He didn’t hear us until Buck was about twenty yards away, and by then it was too late. I lassoed him as we barreled past at a gallop, and by the time he realized he was caught, I had taken a couple of turns around the saddle horn as Buck hit the end of the slack.

The photographer was jerked unceremoniously off his feet before I pulled lightly back on the reins. Buck planted all four hooves and almost sat on his haunches as he slid to a stop.

Buck’s a well trained cow pony and when I dismounted he kept the ropetaut as I approached the guy, who had managed to struggle back to his feet. He must have thought I was going to hit him because he cringed a bit as I passed.

Without a word, I gathered his equipment and slung it over the back of Buck’s saddle. I remounted and drew my revolver - the one I wear when away from the house in case of snakes & other vermin, letting Buck slack off on the rope.

As the noose slackened and fell around his feet, I told the guy, “Get your clothes off.”

“What?” He must have thought he was still in the city, “I’m not taking my clothes off! This is outrageous! I’ll call the cops! I’ll…”

“You don’t seem to understand, mister.” I said calmly, holding the piece rock steady, “You’re trespassing on my property. I know you saw the signs, because I’ve got ‘em every ten feet along the fence line.Folks around here don’t take to kindly to city folk comin’ out here and traipsin’ around our land uninvited. I’ll call the Sheriff for you if you like,” I held up my cell phone with my left hand, “and you can spend the next couple of months dealing with the local law. See, the sheriff and me, we’re drinking buddies, and his cousin Jeff, well,he’s the judge hereabouts.”

I grinned at the expression on his face, “Oh yeah, my buddy Bob, he runs the county jail. I’ll be happy to talk to him for you, and get you some real special accomodations. I think Butch Cramer’s in lockup again. He’s always had a thing for tender city boys! Or…”

The guy’s face was getting even whiter and he had to gather some saliva before he could make his mouth work, “…’Or’ what?”

“Or you strip, right here, right now, every stitch,” I grinned evilly,”and you can pick up your clothes and equipment back at your car after a little hike.”

Actually, the nearest place where he could have parked his car was well over a mile away. That was going to be pretty rough in bare feet.

He wanted to say something more, but realized the futility of it and started undressing. When he was down to his shoes and socks, he gave me a venomous glare and started back in the direction I figured his car was in.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

He stopped and looked back at me, puzzled.

“I said ‘every stitch’ and I meant it!” I said, waggling the barrel of the gun menacingly at his feet.

“You can’t expect me to walk all the way back there in my bare feet!”he cried.

I spat at a beetle crawling across the ground, not really trying to hit it, “Can. Do.” was all I said.

He angrily removed his shoes and socks and stomped off across the grass. That stopped within a couple of steps as his tender feet told him there were other things besides grass there that weren’t good to be stomped on.

I let him get well down the hill before I swapped the film canister in his camera for a fresh one, pocketing all the exposed rolls from his bag as well as the one from the camera. I dismounted and searched the pockets of his clothing as well, and found one other roll.

When I was pretty sure Parminder’s picture wasn’t going to wind up in the Enquirer, I rolled up my lariat and hung it from the saddle again,then trotted Buck down the hill after the guy, snapping pictures as I went. I kept snapping as I passed him, getting some great shots of his little floppy bouncing up and down. If looks could kill, I’d have been dead several times over. I was well ahead of him when I spotted his car.

True to my word, I left his clothes and equipment on the hood of the car, but kept the film, including the roll I shot. I also left a note that read, “My property and my guests are off-limits. If there is a next time, when I shoot you, it will be legal.”

I watched from the top of the hill until he drove off, then rode back to the barn and gave Buck a few extra oats for his trouble, as I curried him before putting him back in the pasture.

Not surprisingly, Parminder was on pins and needles, wanting to know what was going on.

“I think you need a new agent, Ms. Nagra.” I said as I handed her the film, “I’d keep that one.” I pointed to the roll with the photographer’s nude studies on it, “You may have a use for it someday.I recommend destroying the rest.”

“Wait! Back up!” her confusion showed in her voice, “What do you mean I need a new agent!”

“Ok,” I said patiently, “Put it together. Call to Maury. Paparazzi on the hill…”

“Oh heavens!” she said, hand to mouth, “Your phone doesn’t have caller ID blocking does it?!”

I slowly shook my head.

“That bastard!” she pounded her fist on the chaise, “That ruddy bastard!”

She fumed for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, “He’s just ruined himself! Cheeky bastard didn’t think I’d figure it out! Now no one will use him, not once I’ve told my story to a few people I know who can’t seem to hold onto secrets!”

I smiled and said “I like the way you think!”

“But wait!” She put a hand on my arm “What about the photographer?

What if he comes back?”

“That’s unlikely,” I said, with a twisted smile, “but my security system actually watches the entire perimeter of this place. That’s what tipped me off. I’d have known sooner, but I hadn’t thought to carry the remote beeper. I’ll have it with me from now on.”

“What makes you so sure he won’t come back?” she asked, so I told her what I’d done.

She looked at the roll of film and laughed, “Oh, you are a devious man, Mr. Stafford!”

When I told her what the note said, she looked shocked and asked, “You wouldn’t really shoot him, would you?”

“A threat is only as good as the threatened person’s willingness to believe it,” I said, “If our spy should ask around, he’ll find I’m not given to making idle threats.”

That didn’t settle her mind much, but she didn’t pursue the matter. We took a ride around the place in the afternoon, and the wind in her hair seemed to lift Parminder’s spirits. I know it lifted mine! She looked absolutely ravishing sitting ramrod straight in the saddle, her tits bouncing enticingly under her shirt!

Over dinner, Parminder said teasingly, “You gave me such a good massage last night, it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

“May be fair, Par,” I replied, “but it takes a person with some heft to be able to apply the right kind of pressure for someone my size. I’ve had ladies try before and the results were less than satisfactory.”

She was quiet for a few bites, then said coyly, “Actually, the massage I have in mind might not relax you much, but I think you’ll find it enjoyable, nonetheless!”

I studied her mischievous smile for a few moments, replying with my own smile, “How can I refuse an offer like that?”

Once the dinner dishes were cycling through the dishwasher, Parminder insisted that we retire to the massage room. I stripped off and lay prone on the table, positioning my face comfortably in the padded ring.

I tried to resist the temptation to look as I heard rustling and other sounds from Parminder’s vicinity, but one sound caught my attention and I just had to check it out. To my astonishment and delight, the young actress was bent over, facing away from me, slathering her round little buttocks with a generous coating of massage gel!

“Hey!” she must have caught my movement from the corner of her eye,

“No peeking!”

“Ok! Ok!” I said, laying back down, my curiosity as fully aroused as my aching cock!

A few moments later, I heard a chair slide across the room toward me,and felt Parminder climbing onto the table. My hard-on grew even more as I felt her naked, greasy little buttocks settling firmly atop mine.

“Right!” she said, slipping around a bit on her fleshy perch, “Let’s begin, shall we?”

Placing a small hand on each of my shoulders, she began sliding the full length of my back with those deliciously slippery buttocks! Her angle changed as she reached my neck, probably because of the position of her feet, and I felt an equally slippery pussy ‘massaging’ the back of my neck!

“There,” she said smugly, “that should take a few of the kinks out!”

For several minutes she slid up and down my back, not doing much to relax me, but turning both of us on big time. When she moved to my legs, she had no choice but to generously lube both of her crevices as it was impossible for her to keep her buttocks on top of my narrower legs, or maybe she just didn’t want to! Her breathing was getting ragged, and I think my left leg got short changed a bit as she rasped,”Turn over!”

She stood astride my body as I turned, and I had the most erotic view up her legs and torso. Her entire body was glistening from the lubricant by now, and it was all I could do to put my hands at my sides instead of running them up her legs.

Applying another generous coating of lube to her nether regions (I was thanking my lucky stars that I had bought the large, economy size!)she plopped down on my abdomen, her dark eyes burning into mine as she slithered to and fro, coming to rest momentarily with my chin nestled in her pubic hair.

“Are you enjoying your massage, Nick?” she asked from somewhere above her luscious breasts.

“So far, Par,” I replied into her greasy muff, “but there’s one part down there that’s still very tense!”

She twisted to look over her shoulder at my erection and said, “Ah!I’ve got just the thing to relax that!”

She slipped backward and when my rod collided with her lower back, she reached behind her and raised it to a vertical position, then lifted herself and sat gingerly on top of it, slowly lowering her stretching vagina down my shaft.

“Oooh!” she murmured, hard at work trying to get it all in, “That’s a big one! Hang on! Almost got it…!”

She swiveled her hips and pushed, a couple of inches still outside.Suddenly, one of her oily feet slipped off the table and she dropped the last couple of inches! Her shriek almost deafened me and I thought she’d been seriously injured.

“Are you all right, Parminder?” I asked.

She nodded, still unable to speak, but made no effort to raise herself back up. My cock was pressed hard against her cervix and her tunnel was spasming around it.

Finally resting some of her weight on her hands, she gasped, “That wasn’t in the plan! Have you registered that weapon?”

I grinned, and said, “Tried, but the county clerk’s a woman, and when I showed it to her, she wanted to see how it fired, and, well, one thing led to another, and we never did get that paperwork filled out!”

Slowly, with numerous grunts and moans, Parminder swiveled her hips,trying to stretch herself to accomodate me. When my glans slipped across the hard bump of her cervix, both of us gasped!

“I’m sorry, Nick,” She said, rising off me, “but it’s just too damn long for that hole.”

I was disappointed, but it wasn’t the first time a small woman had had trouble accepting all of me. What Parminder did next, though, broke the pattern all to hell.

Slipping forward an inch or so as my glans slipped out of her, she nestled it into the greasy brown star of her anus, and with one long slow slide, accompanied by many ‘Ooohh’s and ‘aaahhh’s, she slid all the way down. Her eyelids fluttered as it slid into her and eyes rolled back in her head! When the plum popped through into her colon,her sounds became wilder, more guttural, and more urgent.

She rested a moment, breathing heavily, when she was finally seated on my pubic bone, then her eyes bored into mine as she said huskily,”This hole goes a bit deeper! Just give me a little time to adjust to your girth, and we’ll be off!”

I tried to stay still, but the inside of that hot brown tunnel felt sogood, I couldn’t resist flexing a time or two. Each time I did,Parminder hit me on the chest with a small brown fist and said,”Bastard!”

After the second or third time, though, the epithet was accompanied by a constipated sort of smile.

Eventually, she started moving, very slowly, all the way to the point where the ridge at the back of my glans lodged against the inside of her sphincter. Then, staring fixedly off into space, she lowered herself back down.

“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, “Will that thing never end?!”

But it did, and this time she circled her ass around my pelvis, a beatific smile on her face as my cock rearranged her insides.

“Oh, I do love having a large cock in my arse!” she moaned, “It’s so very naughty!”

Head thrown back, eyelids aflutter, she started fucking me with short strokes that let my glans slip in and out of her inner sphincter,sending shockwaves up my spine, and, from the expression on her face,having a similar effect on her!

Suddenly, she was all business!

“Right!” she said, “That’s done it! Now let’s see if we can’t work the tension out of this thing!”

With a smile she rose to the top and dropped, all the way to the bottom! Again and again, she lifted herself, only to plunge back down!My hips rose to meet her, as my cock reveled in the gritty warmth of her nether passage!

As much as the physical sensation, the transported expression on her beautiful face and the cooing sounds emanating from her throat excited and drove me onward! Our pelvises slapped wetly together, as excess lubricant splattered all over the room!

After the slow buildup, this rapid self-rape of her tender asshole quickly drove me over the edge. My reproductive system turned itself inside out in its effort to blast everything it had into the lovely,greasy ass of the young actress!

Her eyes flew open wide as she felt the pulsing of my cock and the spreading warmth in her bowels, and she threw her head back and screamed her climax at the rafters!

Moments later, she collapsed, gasping, onto my heaving chest. My shrinking rod spasmed and twitched within her and her sphincter squeezed and milked the softening member in response.When we finally caught our breath, Parminder gingerly raised herself and let me slip out of her, saying hoarsely, “There, that’s relaxed the pesky bugger!”

I couldn’t muster the strength for a laugh, but only smiled contentedly as the lovely Sikh slipped off my body and the table.

“Shower?” she asked.

I made a feeble hand gesture and struggled to drag myself off the table. I grabbed a slippery nipple and led her, eyes wide, a couple of doors down the hall. Releasing her nipple with a grin, I bowed her into the shower room I use after workouts. She set the water controls and waited for the hot water to reach the shower head.

Peering seductively over one dusky shoulder, her disheveled hair half covering her face, she asked, “Coming?”

“Already have!” I quipped, then, “But I’d love to shower with you!”

She acknowledged my attempt at humor with a twisted smile, and stepped aside to make room for me under the spray.

It took almost a full bar of soap to get all that massage oil off our bodies. She washed my back, then turned hers for me to wash. I soaped my front thoroughly, then plastered myself to her back, my reawakening cock slithering up and down the crevice between her buttocks as I moved my body in something approximating a circular motion.

“Having fun?” she asked, not moving away.

“Why, yes!” I replied, “Yes I am! A lot of fun!”

Realizing that about the only thing this would offer her was some nasty thoughts, I relented and stepped back, completing the job with the soapy wash cloth. Since her buttocks and the area between her legs had gotten the most greasing, they naturally required the most washing, but I figured the washcloth would be too rough for those sensitive parts, so I soaped up my hand and gave them a thorough cleansing, taking care not to delve too deeply, especially into her ass. (Anyone who’s tried it knows that soap is more of an irritant to those tender tissues than a lubricant, no matter what fantasies arise because of its slipperiness!)

Parmider was panting heavily by the time I finished rinsing her, hands supporting herself against the wall, and when I took the shower wand off the wall, aiming its spray between her widespread thighs, her moans echoed loudly in the tiled chamber. I twisted the control ring,producing three strong, pulsing streams from the center of the face,then planted it at her gaping anal opening.

She cried out, but thrust backward to receive the warm flood as it pounded its way inward. The face of the wand formed enough of a seal against her flesh that very little of the water escaped, and Parminder almost swooned as the warmth flooded her guts. When I judged that she was on the edge of discomfort, I removed the wand and allowed the brown water to gush out, carrying the remains of our sex down the drain.

“Oh!” she cried in dismay, as her sphincter, unable to stem the tide,sprayed the floor of the shower stall with the contents of her lower intestinal tract. I could swear she blushed!

I rinsed the remains away, then with a hand on her belly, pulled her hips backward to position them for one more rinse. As I sealed the wand against her quivering anus, Parminder gasped, “You wicked, evil man! What are you doing…AAAAAGGGHHH!”

She came, mid-sentence, and panted the last two words “…to me?!”

I stood and whispered, close to her ear, keeping the wand sealed tightly in place, “Apparently, I’m making you feel very good!”

She cried out and came again as her belly distended, then gasped “…and very wicked! What I told Maury was very wrong! You, Nick Stafford, are no gentleman!”

“Never claimed to be!” I grinned, twisting the wand a little for emphasis.

This time the discharge was almost clear, and once I had washed it down the drain, I put the wand back in its bracket and turned Parminder to face me. I placed her hands around my neck and, reaching between her thighs, lifted her by her tight little buttocks, her legs draped over my arms.

As I lowered her onto my erect cock, she said, with a worried expression, “Not there Nick! It’s too big!”

“Hold yourself up for a moment.” I told her.

When I felt her arms tighten around my neck, her face still showing worry, I moved my hands and locked them in the small of her back so that her knees bent over my forearms.

“Now, use your arms and legs to control the depth.”

She tried it experimentally and smiled when she realized that as long as I didn’t move, she had complete control. With my hands locked behind her, and her doing all the work, I expended very little effort as she gingerly slid up and down my rampant cock.

Her passion mounted as she impaled herself further and further on my shaft. She leaned forward and locked me in a fiery kiss as her tight little tube squeezed and massaged my raging hard-on. Her lips were soft and sweet as they melted against mine and our tongues danced within the joined cavities. She moaned into my mouth and came softly,shuddering against me.

When she came up for air, I said “Look.” Nodding downward to indicate the juncture of our pelvises.

She came again when she saw her pubic hair mingled with mine and realized that she’d taken all of me without discomfort!

When her spasms ceased there was a fire in her gaze as she rasped,”Fuck me, Nick! Now that I’ve got it all, I want it all! Fuck me good and hard!”

I moved my hands back to her buttocks as she relinquished control and pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I took a couple of tentative strokes, testing the waters. When she showed no discomfort,even seemed impatient with my caution, I raised her bottom to the very top of my shaft and dropped it! At the same time my hips slammed upward, and my shower nymph screamed and spasmed through another orgasm!

“Again!” she rasped, and I obliged.

For the next five minutes I ravished her willing pussy, and each time I hammered the end of tunnel, she came!

With my own climax approaching fast, and my arms beginning to tire, I backed her up to the tiled wall and simply pounded her against it,harder and faster with each stroke! Her cries, moans and squirming body gave me to know that she was cumming continuously, and it wasn’t long before I joined her, pumping what meager offerings my middle-aged body could scrape together in the wake of its previous depletion, deep into her clutching, spasming body! What my ejaculation lacked in quantity, it more than made up for in quality! Stars burst behind my eyes and my knees lost the ability to hold us up! We slid slowly down the wall, my valiant member still trying to spit something, anything,into Parminder’s nearly comatose body!

When next I was aware of my surroundings, the water from the shower was beginning to cool, and Parminder was planting a series of small,tender kisses all over my face.I reached up and turned off the water, slowly, carefully extracting myself from Parminder’s twitching pussy.

As she clumsily got to her feet, supported by the wall and my hand,the young actress said, “Do you realize that this is the first time in my life I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex?”

“Casting couches?” I asked, “I would have thought those had fallen into disuse.”

“They have, except for adult movies.” she replied, “Sex is so easily available in and around the industry that an actor would have to be fatuous to believe that sleeping with someone would get her a juicy part. Still, there are certain people to whom a fledgling actor doesn’t say ‘no’. It’s never blatant, but the implication is always there: ‘Put out or get out!’”

“Hmmm…!” I tried to think of something sympathetic to say, but sympathy has never been my strong suit, so I said, “Well, I hope you find many other occasions for recreational sex! I’ll certainly do whatever my poor, tired old body can manage to help with that!”

She hit me with a wet fist, “‘Poor, tired old body’! That ‘poor, tired old body’ has nearly destroyed this young, energetic one, I’ll have you know!”

We dried off in silence and headed for our separate rooms. I had just turned out the lights and settled in to sleep when I felt the covers lift, and Parminder slipped in, her naked back spooned to my equally naked front. I put an arm around her soft, warm body and fell contentedly to sleep.

Parminder was my guest for three more days. Sex, after the night she gave me her ‘naughty massage’, was slower, sweeter, and less urgent.She slept in my bed the rest of her stay, and I couldn’t have been happier. No one had shared my bed for any length of time since my wife died, but this felt, well, right.

When it was time to drive her to the airport, I took her bags out while she put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. I waited in the yard and when she emerged, looking somehow younger than when I first met her, she headed for the truck, parked near the barn.

“I think we’ll take something a little more comfortable for this trip,” I said, triggering the garage door remote, “unless you really want to be dropped off at the airport in a farm truck.”

She turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline when she saw the collection of vintage cars behind the rising doors. I guess I had forgotten to mention how much I enjoyed restoring old vehicles, not just the truck.

I donned the chauffeur’s cap I had hidden behind my back, and opened the passenger compartment door of the classic Rolls, offering my hand to help her in.

“Amazing!” she said in wonder as she took in the pristine condition of the leather and the polished wood.

I climbed into the open driving compartment, and started the engine,giving it a few minutes to warm up. When it was purring like a kitten, I pushed in the clutch and put the shift lever into first.Just as I was about to let the clutch out, I heard the window behind me slide open, and turned to see what my passenger wanted, being careful not to release the clutch.

“Wait!” was all she said, then I heard the passenger door open and she rushed around the front of the car to climb in beside me. “There!That’s much better! I won’t have you treated like an employee!”

I grinned at her reminder of how I scolded her when we first met, and slowly let the clutch out while giving it some gas. The powerful engine made little noise as the Rolls slid smoothly out onto the driveway.

“Will you come visit me, Nick?” Parminder asked, hopefully.

I met her gaze steadily and said, “Probably not, Parminder. I like what I’ve got here, and don’t particularly want to get mixed up with that crowd. You probably wouldn’t benefit from it either, since I tend to speak my mind.”

She nodded, understanding, but not pleased.

“You’re welcome here, though.” I said, “Anytime!”

I see her now, once or twice a year, and though we still enjoy sex together, we’re more like old friends. I’ve built the east fence around the pool area so high that no one on those hills is going to get a shot into that area, and I’ve covered the entire fenced portion with reflective material that lets plenty of light through, but keeps out prying eyes from helicopters and the like. It’s not enough light for sunbathing, but one must make concessions. Oh yeah, I now have a kennel full of guard dogs that do a better job of discouraging intruders than my signs.

When Parminder’s not around, I roll back the reflective cover and let anybody who wants to spend the money for a chopper take pictures of me. My drinking buddies and I got a good laugh the first time my nudes appeared in National Enquirer, but now they’re only good for a few chuckles before the subject changes. I will say, though, that the local girls, of all ages, have shown considerably more interest in me since those pictures started coming out! You’d be surprised how many of them want to have sex by the pool!
24 comments

yushnoReport

2013-12-07 19:07:26
What a pleasure to read this,
reminds me of something, you made me want to write a story about.
thanks so much for your beautiful kik to my brain
thanks

anonymous readerReport

2013-11-23 16:53:07
Don't listen to 99.9% of these dill rods. It was a well written story that flowed well and had enough eroticism to even keep the perverts engaged. Keep up the good work my friend. The negative comments come from young lusting teens and dirty old perverts looking for a quick jack off story.

Cast the Bull Shit and the Bull Shitters to the four corners of the earth and continue your craft as a writer. Life is not the number of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away!

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anonymous readerReport

2011-09-14 15:33:52
Fake but well written and nice story 9/10 for u.

anonymous readerReport

2010-09-09 05:21:12
Was that War and Peace or a pron story ?

Anonymous readerReport

2010-07-11 03:24:11
too boring and long, way too much made up crap probly from someone who's watched too much porno and never had any sex lol bite...yeah right. complete bs

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