Gillian searched desperately for a street sign. She was on Akard, a one-way street with many stoplights. Traffic moved at a slow pace, stopping frequently. To top it off she was stuck behind a semi and couldn’t see the street signs ahead. She could see the top of the skyscrapers ahead, but where was Pacific? She moved into the right lane. A van honked behind her. She waved, glancing at the huge driver in her rearview mirror. He was mad.
This was turning out to be the worst day of her life. Suddenly she saw the sign above the street and turned. Thank God, there was less traffic. Now to find the building. Dallas was a confusion of one-way streets. It was easy to get lost. Would she ever find her way back to highway 75 in all this confusion?
Gillian took the elevator up to the 23rd floor. Her knees were shaking as she waited for the doors to open. Would she get this job? She had tried dozens of times before, but nobody wanted to hire somebody her age. She was getting desperate. The doors opened and she stepped into an empty hallway. She saw nothing significant in either direction except anonymous doorways. Gillian took the sheet of paper out of her purse and stared at the directions. Door number 27. She turned left and found the door in seconds. She turned the knob and stepped inside. A handsome man in his 40’s stood and stepped forward with a happy smile.
“Gillian?” he asked gaily.
“Yes, you must be Bill.”
“Right the first time,” he said with a heavy Texas accent. He shuffled her forward into a chair beside his desk. He pulled her chair over before her and sat with his hands in his lap, his eyes traveling over Gillian’s body. “Let me be brutally honest and come right to the point, Gillian,” he said in an intimate manner. “I’ve had seven women come thorough the door today,” he pointed at the door behind her. “They have all failed to meet my needs. Do you know why?”
“No, sir, I don’t,” Gillian said with her heart sinking. Seven?
“Because they just don’t have what I want. They are fine, up to a certain point, but they just don’t go far enough. Do you see what I mean?” he asked with his face just inches from her’s.
“N… no, I don’t understand,” Gillian said nervously.
“I’m looking for more than a secretary, more than a receptionist. I’m looking for all those and a companion. Are you willing to go that far, Gillian?” he asked, placing a hand on her knee. Her immediate reaction was anger. She wanted to slap his hand away and storm out of the office. Then she remembered how hard it was for a 48 year old woman to get a job in Dallas.
“I… I understand,” she said, swallowing convulsively.
“Good, great, Gillian. Now the first thing I want to do is see what you’ve got and how cooperative you can be. That entails taking off your clothes and putting on this suit,” he said, holding out two strips of lycra. “Consider it an audition.”
Gillian was very nervous. Her impulse was to run out of the office as fast as she could run, then find a cop. But hunger was a strong emotion. Besides, why the hell should she care, she liked to fuck as much as the next gal. Screw it, she would do this and anything else he wanted. She could always sue him for sexual harassment later. Read the rest of this entry »

I worked my way up Tucker Gulch and stopped for a rest. I knew the stream was clean enough to drink from. I filled my hand and drank several times until I felt sated.
It was another brilliantly beautiful Montana autumn day. Some people were worried about a drought, with so much clear, beautiful weather. But not me. I had seen it as dry as this before, just before the winter storms cluttered the mountains with mounds of snow and brought everything back to normal. Either way, it was not going to ruin my hunting. My wife hated hunting and always scream when I went. Now that wasn’t a problem, because I had divorced her. I could hunt all I wanted. The problem was, I hadn’t found any deer for the past two days. I was ready to go back to my RV and make lunch, then sleep until evening. Nothing would be moving now.
I stood and lifted my gun. My eyes bugged out in wonder. I licked my lips and snuck silently closer, using a screen of bushes to shield my movements.
A flash of red caught my eyes. A flash of red in the woods during hunting season is not unique, red is the color worn by hunters. But unless this woman had lost most of her gear, she was no hunter. She was bare ass naked except for a fishnet type of bodysuit. I imagine that she had decided to take a bath in the stream, although it would be deathly cold. But she was taking no bath now. She was sitting on top of a lichen covered rock, rubbing her pussy against it.
I moved around the bushes and started making my way through the woods. It took only a few minutes to creep close to the batty blonde. That was one lucky rock she was humping. She was all of 35 years old and not bad looking for her age. I sat my rifle against a tree and took a seat on a downed tree. With my legs swinging and a gleeful smile on my face, I watched her humping the rock, then occasionally placing a hand between her legs to worry her clit a little. God this was exciting. My cock was throbbing in my pants.
“What the fuck are you looking at?!” Read the rest of this entry »