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TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Debaucherous Tales</B></I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Cafe Wha'</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" > . . .</FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" >            <IMG SRC="13a64b40.gif" border=0 width="100" height="180" ALIGN="RIGHT" HSPACE="10" VSPACE="10"></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>So, let me tell you how it went.  It is a time when we are free.  In thoughts, in what we say and how we are.  A dingy hole below the sidewalk, down several flights of stairs, the basement, the place was called the Cafe Wha.  I had been here many times before, it was of course a place where blues and jazz and artists hung.  A cloud of smoke so thick, could barely see across the room.  Between the tightly crowded, tables I made my way to find an empty stool.  These tables have been here since long before time, not one without so many names and dates of those before, carved, or scratched, one over the other.   It is the place where  no one treads on other's thoughts or habits. This floor perhaps was swept a year ago, the Wha is never closed. Empty peanut shells crunch beneath each step, ashtrays on every wobbly table buried beneath a mound of crushed butts, here only coffee, beer, wine and sandwiches served.  </I></div> <div> <I>I find an empty stool, a table of three and I make four.  Here an empty chair is your welcome "of course".  We greet with nods, and casual "hi". </I></div> <div> <I>"Will you hold my stool while a get me a wine?"</I></div> <div> <I>There is now service here.  You walk to the back of room, a very small bar, over the loud music, past a small crowd chatting, you holler your request, pass over your due, someone passes your drink, and hope that half isn't spilt along the way. </I></div> <div> <I>I make my way back to my chair against the wall.  She sits there, on the edge of my chair, and stands as I approach. I suppose they told her, my place was saved. </I></div> <div> <I>Of course I took my place, then offered her my knee.  In the Cafe Wha, you sat where you could.  She didn't hesitate, and made herself quickly comfortable.  I sipped my wine, smoking my cigarette, watching some guy I had not seen before, harmonica wailing, guitar strumming some tales of how he sees his life.  She chats with her friends, across "our" table, sips on her drink, for the moment I'm just a place to sit.  With all the distractions, loud music, laughter, and chatter, a friend I had not seen in some time greets as he passes to make it to the bar.</I></div> <div> <I>"How's it going ?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Fine, and you", I said</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm great, couldn't be better, who your new girl?"  he asks in passing</I></div> <div> <I>"I have no idea, but  she's got a cute hot ass."</I></div> <div> <I>That comment did not go unnoticed by her ear.</I></div> <div> <I>She turned and looked me in the eye, with flattered grin.</I></div> <div> <I>"Cute and HOT?"  she asks</I></div> <div> <I>"Cute and hot," I said again "and my wine has never tasted better."</I></div> <div> <I>She shuffled her ass slightly on my leg, returned to her conversation with her friends, and I continued to listen to guy with the out of tune guitar moaning about his misery in life.</I></div> <div> <I>He finished his pitiful tale, leaves the orange crate stage, then comes a guy with his electric guitar, and begins to blast out some heavy blues rock sound. A warm moist breath I feel to me ear.</I></div> <div> <I>"And more than just hot ass." she whispers, leans forward onto to the table, subtly straddles my thigh,  a very slow roll of her hips, closes her thighs around my leg.</I></div> <div> <I>Another sip of my wine, rock my leg slowly between her thighs. Her steamy heat I could feel through my jeans. She was ever so slightly caressing her clit on my leg, yet  never stopped chatting with her friends.  Of course, also being "cool" so to speak, I  continued listening to my music, BUT did very, very subtly move my leg to the rhythm of the music to her heat. Well, this was slowly getting body temperatures to rise.  Was she playing with me, or was I playing with her.  Was this a duet. We'll leave that for the judges to decide.  However, our subtle teasing was getting a bit more than subtle. How could I not let my hand wander to that cute hot little ass.  I mean after all, she's using my leg for her comfort, on my "turf", made herself at home, I figured I could do the same without getting slapped. Make myself "welcome" as such.  How could I not. That also, obviously did not go unnoticed, with reciprocal results. My hand softly exploring the gently contours of her ass, her hand making herself quite familiar with my thigh.  Leaning against the wall on my chair, I was quite comfortable with all of this. She wasted no time leaning back against my chest, made herself quite at home here.  Was I missing the message or was she just ignoring I was here, and I was a comfortable recliner for the moment.  Still I can't help but wonder what is going through her mind. I feel the heat of her radiating, the subtle bouquet of what seems to be arousal floating around me.  She had been sitting, somewhat cuddling, making herself at home on my thigh now for almost an hour, chatting.</I></div> <div> <I>"We're all going to my place, are you coming?" she said to me in such a familiar tone. </I></div> <div> <I>"If you keep rocking your ass on my thigh and playing with my leg, I'll be coming right here."  I thought,</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course."  I said, as if it were and understood condition.  I was definitely missing something here.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Well let's go." she said, and stood up, took my hand and led me through the maze of crowded tables to the door. Her other four friends right behind us, up the narrow, dingy stairs and out to the street, which was actually an alley open on both ends. A short walk out or the alley, around the corner, into an old apartment building, up several flights of creaking narrow wooden stairs, and poorly lit.  Bare bulbs hanging from old frayed wires, hints of wallpaper falling of the walls, years of layers of paint chips peeling off.  One of her friends made the comment that he was glad she found such a place this close to the Wha. She opened the door to her hovel, still holding my hand, we all went in.  everything, walls, floors, ceilings, painted black, with white hand prints, footprints and what seemed like ass prints in white on walls and ceiling. I could see how she go the hand and foot prints on the ceiling, but the ass prints had me wondering.  Her furniture was painted, different color wooden crates of all sizes, with several mattresses and pillows on the floor.  Yes, real atmosphere. Table lamps set on the floor with assorted color bulbs.  Not one white light.  Books stacked in various places.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Make yourselves at home," she said, "I'll get the glasses and wine."</I></div> <div> <I>"Will you help me?" she said to one of the other girls</I></div> <div> <I>A few minutes later they came back with several opened bottles of wine, glasses and snacks. </I></div> <div> <I>Our "wine tasting" and talk, of many subjects lasted till well after midnight when her friends all decided they needed to get back to their places. I also stood up, ready to leave.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you leaving?"  she said half astonished</I></div> <div> <I>"No, just stretching my legs, had a cramp." thinking quickly, I said</I></div> <div> <I>After we escorted all her friends to the door, with "bye, see you later."</I></div> <div> <I>She wrapped her arms around me and again, such a familiar warm cuddling hug. </I></div> <div> <I>A bit of warm, soft kissing, fondling, </I></div> <div> <I>"I need a shower." I said</I></div> <div> <I>It didn't take her a minute to strip off all her clothes, and begin helping me "rip" mine off.</I></div> <div> <I>Such a tiny, dimly lit shower, barely room to turn around, plenty of hot water, soaping, fondling, playing in the soap and warm water. Hardly toweled dry, again she took my hand, and to the large mattress on the floor.  Now relaxed, laying there, sharing the rest of a bottle of wine, talking about so many senseless things. Her hand again rubbing my thigh, fondling my cock, her heat was radiating so intense. She pushed me back, such a familiar push, straddled my chest, hands pushing down on me, and slid herself slowly down on my now so very erect cock. Slowly rocking back and forth, no hurry at all.  I could feel all her wet heat, so deep. Fondling her breasts, then holding her thighs, rolling with her sway. Faster and harder she impaled herself on my hard cock, it was so hard for me to hold back until she had come first. Such sudden violent thrusts up and down on my cock, then several quick quivers of her hips, and collapsed on my chest, just laid the, caressing, cuddling. There was no doubt we came together and so intense. Still inside her, semi limp, I could feel her wet heat gently throbbing around my cock. </I></div> <div> <I>"I've been thinking about his ever since the beach." she said</I></div> <div> <I>"OH OH" I thought. NOW it all comes back to me. "Jesus Christ." I thought,</I></div> <div> <I>"am I EVER glad I kept my mouth shut earlier"  Now I remember.</I></div> <div> <I>A beach party months ago. Small camp fire on the beach, beer, wine, skinny dipping, at least 20 of us or more. All night on the beach, and we all sort of paired off, and found secluded places to "play". I did have a bit too much wine, and yes it was dark, and this was her, with whom I shared that night, of playful, lustful none stop "romance".  </I></div> <div> <I>Tonight I have just defied death, by simply keeping my mouth shut and going along with the flow of the situation.  BECAUSE, there is nothing that could drive a woman to killing a man quicker, than not to be remembered after intimate romance. </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm glad you remembered me,"  I said,  "I thought you had forgotten when you sat there on my knee in the Wha' "</I></div> <div> <I>"How could I forget that night on the beach." she said "that was a most wonderful night I will NEVER forget."</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it was," I said and cuddled her closer.</I></div> <div> <I>and thought,  "DUDE, you don't even know how close to death you have just been." Then we both drifted off into soft, cuddling sleep.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>. . . . . . fini</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <embed src="HTMLobj-448/Street_Walking.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>