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Tales</B></I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>Off the Main</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" > . . .</FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT></div> <bR> <div> <I>Nothing could be finer,</I></div> <div> <I>than fucking in a Diner</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Desolate two lane road, no houses, no life in sight,  late at night, have been driving since early morning, now beginning to rain.  Amber flashing lights, diffused by the rain up ahead.  A diner, roadside cafe, I think I'll stop, have some coffee, a bite to eat and relax a while before driving on.  The next town still eighty miles ahead.  Empty, muddy gravel parking lot in front, the flashing amber light I saw, a small neon sign, flashing, "Irene's Cafe - OPEN till 11". I made it just in time, now ten-thirty, and hope I can still find something hot, if nothing else, coffee I'm sure.  Up a few wooden steps, through the stained glass door, which also had the name Irene's Cafe.  Wooden floor, long straight counter with a break in the middle for waitress to pass to several booths along the opposite windowless wall, decorated with old black and white photos, I suppose friends, guests and people who have stopped here over the years.  I made my way to the far end of the counter, at the break,  better view of the place.  She came from what I new had to be the kitchen through double swinging wooden doors.  </I></div> <div> <I>"What can I get you?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I still get something hot to eat.?" I said</I></div> <div> <I>"I can fix you a steak with grilled potatoes, the cook has to leave in a few minutes."</I></div> <div> <I>"That'll be fine, and some coffee while I'm waiting, please."</I></div> <div> <I>She poured my coffee, and went back into the kitchen.  And as she said, the cook came out, bid me good night and left.  Not to long after, here she came with a nice steak and fried potatoes for me. </I></div> <div> <I>"Enjoy." She said</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you",</I></div> <div> <I>Then continued, what seemed like preparing, cleaning behind the counter for the next day, occasionally glancing at me, the front door, the clock, and so on. I had almost finished my steak, she came and poured me another coffee.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I'm sure you're getting ready to close.?"  I questioned</I></div> <div> <I>"No need to hurry," she said and went back into the kitchen</I></div> <div> <I>I finished my steak, lit a cigarette, and waited for the check.</I></div> <div> <I>A few minutes later she came back out,</I></div> <div> <I>"Can I get the check when you get a chance?"  I said</I></div> <div> <I>She came from behind the counter, to the cash register, wrote out a check, back over to me, and slid the check to my hand. When I reached for my wallet, her hand slid to the top of my free hand on the check.  "What have we here?" I thought. </I></div> <div> <I>She leaned closer on the counter, and now I noticed, without a doubt, one button lower on her blouse now open, and must have removed her bra the last time to the kitchen.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you in a hurry?" she very softly said, "this storm makes driving at night tiring"</I></div> <div> <I>"No hurry at all." I said, and felt her thigh move closer to my leg.  "Well, the wallet can wait", I thought, and moved my hand from reaching for my wallet to the back of her leg, just behind the knee.  Such heat I could feel, a furnace of starving lust.  So very slowly I slid my hand under her skirt and up along her hot thigh. Her hand on mine now kneading gently, her palm perspiring and hotter yet. A slight tremor in her hand, the higher I slid my hand up her thigh.  Of course I went slow,  then back down, and then back up, let her wonder and anticipate, I now had a plan. Each time I went higher up her thigh, her hand on mine, more anxious it became.  Well what do you know? As I slid my hand firmly between her thighs, she had not only removed her bra in the kitchen, but also her panties.  Her thighs now wet, dripping her juices of heat. With one sudden move, I slid my finger into her hot pussy, no words were spoken, only her heavy deep breathing, a clenched grip on my other hand, and spreading her legs now wider to welcome my advance. The more I probed and fondled deep in her pussy with one, then two fingers, the more she quivered and moaned with pleasure. </I></div> <div> <I>"Take off your blouse," I said, yet never stopped fingering deep in her hot, wet dripping pussy. She ripped off her blouse, then quickly grabbed my free hand again.  </I></div> <div> <I>"I have to lock the door,"  she said</I></div> <div> <I>"No you don't," I said "the thought of someone coming in now is making you hotter yet" </I></div> <div> <I>She never argued, just kept rocking her pussy on my probing fingers, thighs quivering with each rubbing and tweaking of her so very erect clit. Moaning, and deep breathing, her bare breasts now pressed to the counter, spreading her thighs wider, pushing her ass higher, wanting more than just fingers, yet not a word. </I></div> <div> <I>"Lay back on the counter," I said as I slide my fingers out of her now soaked pussy, and spread her on the counter where my dinner had just been, her thighs spread around my neck, nibbling slowly, to keep the heat, on her trembling thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"I have to lock the door," she said again, "someone could come in"</I></div> <div> <I>I ignored her words, and wrapped my lips so firmly around her clit, and sucked hard on it, with tongue teasing between her swollen, dripping pussy lips.  She forgot all about the door, it no longer mattered.  Her hands so furiously groping in my hair, then grabbing the counter, and back to my hair, thrusting her hips to my probing tongue, two fingers churning inside her aching pussy, deep breaths, gurgling moans, twitching thighs pressed tight to my cheeks, quivering convulsing, squirming, violent jerks throughout her body, no care, no thought about who, what and where, only the moment so close, orgasms to come.</I></div> <div> <I>This waist high counter, such an excellent platform, spread high and wide her eager fit thighs, headlights shine through closed blinds, crunching sound of tires on the gravel lot, ignoring it all, I slide down my jeans and shorts, she glances over her shoulder to the front door, the look in her face, "this can't be happening",</I></div> <div> <I>yet still, as my cock touches her thigh, she grabs it firmly, guides it with anxious shaking hand into her dripping hot pussy.  Her thighs and ass tight to my groin,  pushing harder, faster and deeper, her hands around my ass, for more and harder yet.  Footsteps on the wooden stairs, to the front door, to late to stop, but a sudden pause within her depths, she holds her breath, not wanting to stop.  The footsteps back down the stairs, the headlights now again glaring through the partially closed blinds, they light us like spotlights on a stage, again the sound of crunching gravel as the car dives off.  She had managed to turn the cardboard sign on the door to "CLOSED", it was enough to discourage the intruders.  <IMG SRC="1429ddc0.jpg" border=0 width="157" height="220" ALIGN="RIGHT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">I could feel her pulse racing, the rush of being discovered in such an undisputable position was making her hotter yet. Her legs she spread even wider and higher, my hands around her thighs now giving her rush what she was quivering and shaking to have more of, without  restrain. The storm outside now in full force, lighting flashes violently, lighting flashes all around as if broad daylight inside this cafe, the sharp claps of thunder and violent winds shake the  building.  Thrusting harder and deeper into her heat and wanting, animated body, our entangled, hot, wet from passion bodies exploding with orgasms in unison with thunder and lightning outside. Weather outside sounding like a freight train, then the power went out, all dark. We knew what that was.  Tornado passed near by.  Could now hear hail hammering on the metal roof of the diner, like millions of rock being beaten down.  No need looking for where our clothes were scattered, first had to untangle, and then stumble around in the dark, naked, looking for candles which she said were somewhere behind the counter.  Actually I stumbled upon some candles and lit several, and that was it for light.  She turned on her little battery operated radio, for weather or news for the area.  We were trapped.  The bridge to town washed out, power lines and trees down for miles, and roads much to dangerous to consider back the other way. I will be days before they get power back out here, and for sure a day or two to clear the road and do something about the bridge.  Well, food no problem, and entertainment either, we had made sure of that before the weather made a few decisions for us. In the dim candle light, us now sitting in a booth by the window watching the fierce weather outside, I could see that look of "well, we're stuck, nothing we can do about it, so let's have fun." In her face.  A very peaceful, without question that we would have fun, glow in her eye.  Why not ?  We had already gotten past the formalities, hadn't we ?</I></div> <div> <I>"What should we do now to pass the time?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"How would desert please you? Weather such as this, we may as well make it memorable."  I suggested</I></div> <div> <I>"And what do you have in mind?" she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Well perhaps a Geisha desert would be relaxing with the concert of nature around us," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"And what does that mean?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, if it sounds appealing, then lay your naked body on this booth table, and I will show you pleasures which match nature's show."</I></div> <div> <I>She wasted no time in taking a cushion and the blanket, and made a nice comfortable spot to lay with her head on the cushion against the window, and stretched out on that table. Legs leisurely relaxed, and waiting for my presentation.</I></div> <div> <I>A wonderful, refreshing sight, lightning flashes illuminating,  through partially closed blinds her naked body, glancing back as I head to the kitchen and HOPE I find the needed finery to make this all happen.</I></div> <div> <I>Let's see what we can scavenge in this out of the way diner, and make her that erotic Geisha platter, that we both, never forget this wonderful violent display of nature's awesome power, just as lustful, passionate sex can be.</I></div> <div> <I>To the fridge, to the pantry, to the fruits, some syrups, and cream,  a few squeeze bottles with chocolate syrup, with vanilla cream, and strawberry too. I load up my tray, with all, and naked of course.  How could this not be one very decadent, delicious display. Through the swinging doors back out to the diner, lightening still flashing, for seconds so bright.  Her naked body spread on that booth table.  Her eyes now focused on me and my tray.  A slow and methodical walk, at her feet I am standing, still holding my tray, a bit too high for her to see all that I have found.  I can feel the curiosity in her thoughts, and set the tray on the table, one booth over where she can not see.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is driving me crazy with heat." she says</I></div> <div> <I>I take the squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup, and beginning at her toes, a simple thin line, along her legs. She softly quivers as the lines draws along her thighs, then across her tummy, and back down the other side.  A small arrow I draw from her navel to her clit, with one little circle of chocolate around it to mark the spot. A nice large Y from breasts to navel, with circles around her breasts, and of course, one little spot on the tips of her rising nipples. She moans and sighs so softly, as I trace along her body. Vanilla cream now dribbled from high, sporadically along and over these chocolate lines.  Around her breasts, small bits of fresh cut strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries around her pussy, along her tummy.  Thinly sliced squares of various cakes I slowly place from thighs to breasts, the dust her slightly with powdered sugar. Now she knew, by such slow a methodical move, only higher and higher could her arousal go.</I></div> <div> <I>One piece of strawberry I took from her tummy, dipped in the cream, and so very slowly between her dripping, quivering pussy lips I slid, and gently pressed it to her mouth to savor.  She ate the first and I the second, and her the next, till none were left. </I></div> <div> <I>I slowly licked along the carefully drawn lines, and dipped my fingers to in these sweets, to let her taste and enjoy this from the tray of her quaking body.  The <IMG SRC="143c62c0.jpg" border=0 width="198" height="300" ALIGN="RIGHT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8">chocolate outline around her clit, I licked and lapped with all the care, not to waste, nor haste. Her nectars of arousal now streaming from within, down to the cheeks of her ass, to this sticky and messy booth table. Convulsion and quivers, almost out of control, with each pass of my tongue to her clit, then deep between her so swollen pussy lips.  From her soft moans and sighs one sudden burst.</I></div> <div> <I>"If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to go crazy." she demands as her hands dig into my hair and pull me up to her, higher. Her legs now shaking, thighs spread wide and high in the air, I plunged my aching cock hard into her heat, covered with creams, and syrups pussy. Her thighs she wrapped so tightly around my waist and locked her feet that I should not even think to withdraw.  With each thunderous clap and flash of lighting, the more explosive she became, with only mumbled, sporadic demands,</I></div> <div> <I>"ffffffffuucckkkk meeeee . . . . . haarddrrrrrrr" </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B> <A NAME="fuera_de_la_carretera_principal"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B><B>Fuera de la carretera principal</B></div> <div> Nada puede ser mejor</div> <div> Que follar en un cenador</div> <bR> <div> Solitario camino de dos carriles, ninguna casa, ninguna vida a la vista, tarde en la noche, he estado conduciendo desde la mañana temprano, ahora comenzando a llover.  Luces ambarinas destellando, difundidas por la lluvia, adelante.  Un cenador, Café al borde de la carretera, creo que pararé,  tomaré un poco de café, comeré algo  y me relajaré un rato antes de seguir conduciendo.  Todavía quedan 80 millas hasta la ciudad más cercana. Estacionamiento fangoso de grava, vacío en el frente, la intermitente luz ambarina que vi, un pequeño letrero de neón destellando, "Café de Irene - ABIERTO hasta las 11". Llegue justo a tiempo, son ahora las 10 y media y espero que pueda todavía encontrar algo caliente, si nada mas, café estoy seguro.  Subí unos cuantos escalones de madera, atravesé la manchada puerta de vidrio que también tenia el nombre Café de Irene. Piso de madera, una barra recta, larga, con una abertura en el medio para que la camarera pase a varias cabinas a lo largo de la pared sin ventana opuesta, adornada con viejas fotos en blanco y negro, supongo que de amigos, huéspedes y  gente que ha parado aquí a través de los años.  Me acomode al final del mostrador, en la abertura,, con una mejor vista  del lugar.  Ella vino de donde sabia que tenia que ser la cocina, a través de unas puertas de madera oscilantes. </div> <div> ¿”Qué le puedo servir?"  ella preguntó </div> <div> "¿Todavía puedo conseguir algo caliente para comer?"  Dije</div> <div> “Puedo prepararle un filete con patatas asadas a la parrilla, el cocinero tiene que irse en algunos minutos."  </div> <div> "Eso será perfecto y un poco de café mientras que estoy esperando, por favor."  </div> <div> Ella vertió mi café, y se fue nuevamente dentro de la cocina.  Y como ella dijo, el cocinero salió, me hizo un saludo de  buenas noches y se fue. No mucho tiempo después, aquí vino ella con un agradable  filete con patatas fritas para mí. </div> <div> "Disfrútelo." dijo </div> <div> “Gracias", </div> <div> Entonces continuo detrás de la barra con lo que parecía ser la preparación y limpieza para el día siguiente, de vez en cuando echando un vistazo hacia mí, la puerta delantera, el reloj, etcétera.  Casi había acabado mi filete, cuando  vino a verterme otro café.  </div> <div> "¿Estoy seguro que sé esta preparando para cerrar?" pregunté </div> <div> "No hay necesidad de apresurarse," ella dijo y se fue nuevamente dentro de la cocina. </div> <div> Termine mi filete, encendí un cigarrillo, y esperé por la cuenta.  </div> <div> Unos minutos más tarde ella regresó hacia fuera, </div> <div> "¿Me puede dar la cuenta, cuando tenga un chance?" dije </div> <div> Ella vino de atrás de la barra, hasta la caja registradora, preparó la cuenta, regreso hacia mí y me la deslizo en mi mano.  Cuando buscaba mi cartera, deslizo su mano en mi mano libre, en la cuenta.  "¿Qué tenemos aquí?"  Pensé.  </div> <div> Ella se inclinó más cerca en la barra, y ahora noté, sin alguna duda, que un botón más abajo en su blusa estaba ahora abierto, y que debió haberse quitado su brassiere la última vez que fue a la cocina. </div> <div> "¿Estas apurado?" ella dijo muy suavemente, “ esta tormenta hace  que conducir de noche sea agotador”</div> <div> "Ninguna prisa en absoluto”  dije, y sentí su muslo moverse más cercano a mi pierna. "Bien, la cartera puede esperar", pensé, y  lleve mi mano desde mi cartera a la parte posterior de su pierna, justo detrás de la rodilla.  Tal ardor podía sentir, un horno de hambrienta lujuria. Deslicé  muy lentamente mi mano debajo de su falda y la subí a lo largo de su ardiente muslo.  Su mano ahora en la mía, sobando gentilmente, su palma perspirando  y más ardiente todavía.  Un leve temblor en su mano, a medida que resbalé mi mano mas arriba de su muslo.  Por supuesto que fui lentamente, luego de nuevo hacia abajo, y nuevamente hacia arriba, dejándola imaginar y anticipar,  ahora yo tenía un plan.  Cada vez que iba mas arriba en su muslo, su mano en la mía, más ansiosa se tornaba.  ¿Bien a que no sabes que?  Según  resbalé mi mano firmemente entre sus muslos, no solo se había quitado su brassiere en la cocina, sino que también sus bragas.  Sus muslos ahora mojados, goteando sus jugos de ardor.  Con un movimiento repentino, resbalé mi dedo dentro de su ardiente vagina, ninguna palabra fue dicha, sólo su respiración profunda pesada, un fuerte apretón en mi otra mano, y separo las piernas ahora más de par en par para dar la bienvenida a mi avance.  Cuanto más sondee y masturbe profundamente en su vagina con uno, después dos dedos, más ella tembló y gimió con placer. </div> <div> "Quítate la blusa," dije, sin dejar nunca de masturbarla con mis dedos profundamente en su ardiente y goteante mojada vagina.  </div> <div> Ella rasgó  su blusa, entonces rápidamente asió mi mano libre otra vez.  </div> <div> "Tengo que cerrar la puerta," dijo</div> <div> “ No, no tienes que hacerlo” dije "el pensar que alguien pueda entrar ahora té esta excitando aun más” </div> <div> Ella no protestó, apenas siguió balanceando su vagina en mis sondeantes dedos sus muslos estremeciéndose con cada frotamiento y pellizco de su muy erecto clítoris.  </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> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div>  </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> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>