The Damn Fool

An eBook By David O Dyer Jr.

"I've had enough," she said and she waded towards dry land. As we folded up her blanket, she shocked me. "Dan, you're the only man I've ever known I would be willing to have sex with."

I was stunned. It was certainly an unexpected compliment, but I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent.

When we returned to the house, I led her to the shower in the bathroom that adjoins the master bedroom. I returned with fresh towels, and she said, "I don't want a shower. I'd rather soak in your WhirlPool

"Not a problem," I said and I pushed the button that started the water. "The temperature is automatically set at eighty degrees. If you want to adjust it, just turn this handle. When the tub is full, the water will shut off and the pump will turn on."

She smiled at me as I left the room. I closed the door behind me and sat my wet bottom down on the bed. Although the water was filling the WhirlPool, I could hear her urinating. I wanted to watch and felt guilty about it.

The door opened just a little and she stuck her head out. "Are you sure about your, uh, problem?"

"I'm sure," I replied, somewhat offended that she asked

She opened the door wide and stood there, naked as the day she was born and far more beautiful. "Then join me in the WhirlPool," she said. "I want to feel your magic fingers on my back."

She didn't have to ask twice. I got in first and she sat facing me. We bathed each other without saying a word. She let me soap her breasts and other private parts. Her fingers on my testicles nearly drove me wild

She changed position and sat between my legs, her back to me. I began the massage she wanted. My hands were trembling.

"Dan," she said at last. "You've done so much for me already, I hate to ask for anything else."

"Ask," I urged as I slipped my hands under her arms and fondled her breasts. I expected her to slap me or at least pull away, but she did neither

"I don't want to live in that apartment anymore – too many memories."

"I understand," I replied

"I want to move in with you."

"Stay as long as you like," I agreed

"I could keep house for you and maybe be your bookkeeper."

I, of course, by this time realized what her plan was. Her lover married for money. Marie was going to get her hooks into my money. She didn't even need to bribe me with sex.

"There's just one thing," I said. "I wish I could make love to you."

She leaned back against me, groped for, found my head, and pulled my cheek to hers. "What do you think you are doing now?" she asked. I knew she was serious. "You've been making love to me since that first day in the cafeteria, and in a way no man – or woman – could ever duplicate. You may not realize it, Dan, but you do love me and, God help me, I love you too."

I squeezed her breasts a little harder. "You know what I mean," I said.

"There are other ways," she said. She placed her hand on my right hand and moved it from her breast to the tangled curls nestled between wide stretched legs. She moved my hand up and down over her vaginal lips and then forced my middle finger between her labia. She held my hand there and began to move her hips, masturbating while using my finger as a dildo.

She announced her orgasm with a loud cry and a violent shudder. "See what I mean?" she gasped.

She changed position again, splashing water over the side of the tub. She rested her small, gorgeous rear end on my thighs and looked at me tenderly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked.

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