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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When Terry got home that night, her husband surprised her by announcing, "I'm glad we had such a good time tonight, honey because I've got to split out tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow," Terry blurted in exasperation.

She had thought finally they could have some time together. She'd become so disgusted with the off-beat sex acts that the two men had had her perform, she'd determined to never again become involved in sex for sale. But, the nerve of Brad suddenly announcing he was going away again caught her off guard.

"Take me with you," she finally said softly, as she sat down in a chair facing the picture window looking out on the lake.

Brad came over and sat in a chair beside her, "I can't, honey! Please be patient with me, honey. I'm earning good money on my job and when I get some stashed away you and I will take the greatest vacation ever."

"Where will we go?"

"Spain, Portugal, maybe the Canary Islands!"

"The Canary Islands," Terry enthused, "Oh, honey, promise me you'll take me there. I've always wanted to go to the Canaries."

"If you're a good girl and don't make such a big fuss when I have to go on my business trips, we'll not only go, we'll buy some land there and maybe build a house someday," he smiled.

"Oh, that sounds too good to be true," she said, getting out of her chair and going over to kiss him.

"Now, baby doll, I've got to get some shut-eye, so I can get up early again tomorrow and catch that plane."

"Where to this time?"

"Miami," he said quietly.

"Oh, I envy you so much," she told him frankly, "You have so much fun traveling all the time…"

"It isn't fun when you have to do it for a living," he told her flatly.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized it was time to go to bed, and she decided to make the bed up, and put some things out so she could fix breakfast for her husband.

They slept soundly, and when the alarm went off, Terry got up and fixed a hearty breakfast for her husband. They chatted, and joked and Terry had made her decision – no more work at the local massage parlor.

She drove Brad to the airport, kissing him goodbye, and whispering, "Don't forget the Canary Islands!"

"I won't baby, and I won't forget you either – so long, sweetie!"

And then, Brad was gone down the runway to get on his jet. Terry turned and walked back to her car, a feeling of loneliness sweeping over her. As she drove along the Lakeshore Drive she looked out at the waters. They were choppy today, just like the turbulence surfacing inside her as being alone became reality once more. She glanced at the high-rise skyscrapers overlooking the lake, and she wished she could live in one of those deluxe apartments with a man who'd stay at home with her. But, she finally reasoned, that was her lot in life, and she'd make the best of it. Yet, no sooner had she gotten back to her apartment, than the phone was ringing. Picking it up, she started talking to Laura.

"Where's Brad?" Laura asked, knowing he'd gone again, as she'd watched them drive out earlier.

"Oh, around," Terry replied, hating to admit he had left her alone again.

"Around where – the airport?"

"Alright, so I drove him to O'Hare Field. He's on his way to Miami…"

"That's nice," Laura laughed.

Terry felt like hanging up on her.

"Well, if you don't want to be alone tonight, you know you can always join me at the Roman Massage…"

"Thanks," Terry said, "I'll let you know later!"

"Alright, luv – take care!"

After Laura hung up, she put some music on her stereo and listened to it, and watched the sun shining on the lake. The beauty of the sun gilding the rippling water held a strange fascination for her. And then, she found herself dreaming. And as she dreamed she thought of some of the younger men, nearer her age she could have married, but turned down because she wanted the money, the opportunity that they could offer. And it cut into her to think of the choice she had made. Now, that she had experienced sex with a variety of right-on, virile, younger men, she felt it hard to settle for one. The music sort of released her inhibitions, and she decided why not? Why not go back and have a ball? She fixed herself some lunch, and later phoned Laura.

"Laura…"

"Yes, darling…"

"I want you to drop by – I'm going with you tonight."

"You see, baby – I hate to say I told you so but I'm awfully glad you're going with me."

That evening, she dropped by and picked her up. The two women didn't have much to say for it was fast becoming an accepted fact that the massage parlor business was just another job for both of them. At the massage parlor, they were each assigned to their respective rooms, and Terry put on her skimpy bra and panty outfit.

As Terry walked into her room, she saw she already had a customer waiting on the massage table. He was stretched out, and had a towel over his behind. He looked up when she walked in and she saw he was not bad looking. His blue eyes glinted with anticipation, as they swept down her body.

"Hi," he grinned.

"Hi," she shrugged, a small smile coming to her face. He didn't take long to flip off the towel himself, and then he said, "I'm ready for a massage, baby – anytime you are!"

Her fingers hovered over the white buns of his small rump, and then she touched him. Her hand closed over one cheek and she squeezed it, sending a thrill throughout her body as well as his. Then she massaged it, exploring the beauty of the one buttock thoroughly before moving over to the other. Sweat trickled down her underarms as her fingers caressed his bare warm bottom and she shut her eyes, imagining that they were clenching, as she turned-on with his body.

Then, she reached out and used both hands to give him a vigorous buttock massage, and all the time she did this, he was clenching his buttocks, pressing down on the bed, obviously enjoying her bands immensely.

He had broad shoulders, a trim waist, firm, round buttocks, and sturdy legs. She ran her fingers down his inner thigh, and he proudly parted his legs displaying his testicles. Her fingers traced his testicles, and she imagined what his proud, hard penis would look like.

And then, she said huskily, "Turn over, luv…" The sturdy, good-looking male turned – over, and, as he did so displayed his stiff male member, and a complete view of his testicles. He had his legs spread now, and asked, "You got the door locked?"

She nodded, and smiled, "I always lock the door – don't worry about that."

"Take your top off and let me get a load of those naked knockers. I'll bet those nipples are tremendous!"

And then, she slid her bra off, and her proud, beautiful tits went on display, their erect nipples, rigid, and rosy-red.

"Wow!" he smiled, "Good sucking tits – bend over!"

Moving up, she bent over him brushing them across his face at first, and then as his arms encircled her, she stopped, allowing him the chance to suck one in his open mouth. His mouth closed around it tightly, and his teeth bit down lightly, "Ohhh – ahhh – that is fantastic," she panted, as she left the suction building as he sucked on her breast.

She ran her fingers through his hair while he sucked on her breast, and she begged him, "Bite the nipple – bite it, baby!" And he bit it effectively, causing her to feel the excitement to race up and down her spine.

"Do the other one for me, baby," she begged. He released one breast, and then moved over to the other. His mouth opened, swept the breast inside, and the suction build-up began again.

"Ahhh-ohhhh – that's it, suck on it, suck on it," she panted, feeling frantic excitement. Now, she wanted him to use his fantastic tongue action on the triangle of curly hair located between her legs. He accommodated her, and his tongue swept down there, and he licked in darting tongue movements.

"Go, baby, go!"

She was on the massage table, straddling his face, pressing her hot vagina down over his ace.

"Suck it," she panted, "Suck my cunt!"

The action continued, and the tongue jabbed up there. With wild, threshing movements he swept the velvet vagina walls, and she felt his hands massaging her buttocks, pulling her tighter to his face until his mouth pressed down on her like a tight-clamp.

"Eat my snatch," she begged, "Eat my pussy, baby – eat it up!" Indeed, he did eat her, his tongue lapping, licking, teasing, tantalizing and stimulating her. He opened his eyes so he could completely enjoy the naked snatch he was sucking. Terry was a gorgeous girl – everywhere – snatch included, and he wanted to make his tongue dart about her there to tantalize her the best way he knew how.

His tongue stabbed her gash, and he flicked it back and forth in a tattoo pattern on her clitoris. She gripped his head, as she pressed down to his mouth.

"Eat it," she whispered, her fingers clawing into his head, "Eat it – go ahead!"

Flipping his tongue around inside her, he prepared for the climax she sought so desperately. And his hands pulled her tighter, and tighter to his month.

"Ohhhh! Eat me! Eat my pussy, you dirty pussy eater," something impelled her to blurt at him.

But this didn't stop him from enjoying her. If anything, it only increased his pleasure at making passionate love to her.

When he'd finished, he took his mouth away from her, and she got off him.

"Hey, honey – you've got some duties to perform," he smiled, "Go down there between my legs, and take advantage of me!"

To illustrate precisely what he wanted, he slid a pillow under his buttocks, and spread his legs wide.

Patting his behind with his hands, he smiled, "Suck this honey – first, and then this!"

When he said 'this', his hands were on his penis. She crouched at his crotch, and let her tongue flip-flap along his buttocks.

"Lick it right around my asshole," be insisted. And then she slid her tongue around it there, and finally stiffened and plunged it up his hot hole.

"Hey, baby, reach up here and pull on my prick! This is the Rim-and-Jerk game; come on, rim my butt, and jerk my dick!" Terry let her tongue continue stabbing his behind, and then she gripped his penis, and began pulling hard on it, trying to give him the off-beat satisfaction be wanted.

"Ohhh, baby, what a good hand-grip," he told her, "That's sensational – suck it!"

Pumping on his penis, she continued letting the tongue slide around his anus, and alternately thrust inside him.

"Baby, better start licking on my prick," he insisted, "I – I can't take much more of this action."

She slipped out, slid her tongue along his testicles, and she licked the underside, lapping the length of the penis up to the head. She capped the head of it with her mouth and started sucking.

His hands went down on her head, and he held her in place, as he thrust it to her.

"Oh, hot cock-sucker, suck that prick! Eat it, that's it – suck that joystick, ohhhhhhh – ahhhh, suck that prick!"

It didn't take him long to shoot his wad, with her superb suction, she was producing with her hot-mouth action.

The cum shot in great gobs of sticky, white sperm and she sucked it greedily, enjoying it immensely. She didn't take her mouth off his rod until she'd finished giving him the satisfaction he sought, and then pulled off.

As she stood up, she slipped into her bra again, and put on her abbreviated hot-pants. He looked at her, and said, "You really are a good lay, I'll get your name, honey so I can ask for you again!"

"My name's Terry," she smiled.

"I'm Steve," he ginned, "Here's the extra money!" She took the twenty he handed her, and tucked it in the hot pants. Then, he walked out, and she was alone.