The following story is fiction. But like all fiction, there is some truth in it. I write these stories for myself but like to share them with others.
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Laura's Slave
By Rick Blaine
Part 1
Let me tell you something about me. My name is Jack, I am 60 years old. My wife past away ten years ago, and since then I had not had sex with neither woman nor man. Since we did not have children, my only relation with other people has been at work. I had been pretty much a loner this last ten years. That is, until I met Laura.
Physically, I am in good shape for a man my age. I am 5' 7", weight about 175. After my wife died, I joined a gym and began exercising almost daily. It gave me something to do with my free time. I often got looks and complements from the women, mostly from those over the age of forty. Every once in a while I even got looks from some of the other senior men. Hey, a complement is a complement. To tell the truth, I eyed some of the them. But I wasn't really interested in any of them, until Laura.
For the last several years, my favorite watering hole has been a local lounge called "The Blue Diamond". I asked the owner once where he came up with the name. He told me that he remembered it from some old `B' film noir from the 1940's. He thought is sounded cool and classy. It is a nice place, not a dump, and has good clientele. After all, I am a regular myself.
One night, a few months ago, I was sitting at my usual spot at the bar, nursing my second scotch and soda, when I noticed this young woman sitting at the other end of the bar. I had never seen here before. She lifted her glass to me, and I lifted mine back. She smiled, and I smiled back. She got up from her stool, and slowly walked over to me, and sat down.
"Hi, my name is Laura", she said with a husky, sexy voice. I told my name was Jack.
"You come here often"? she asked. I told her that I had rights to the stool I sat on. She laughed with a very sexy laugh.
"This is my first time here, it seems to be a cozy place", she said. I told her that it was comfortable, a home away from home, so to speak.
She had a way of looking directly into my eyes that made me look back into her big, black eyes. They were like deep, bottomless pools. Without taking her eyes from mine, she finished her drink, and seemingly floated off the stool. "See you around sometime", she said. Then she was gone.
I looked at Frank, the bartender, and we gave each other that look of "What was that?"
A couple of nights later, Friday it was, I was back at my station at "The Blue Diamond". As usual, nursing my scotch and soda, and chewing the fat with Frank. When out of nowhere, Laura appeared perched on the next stool.
"Hi, Jack, how have you been"? She said with a smile. Now let me describe Laura. She has long, straight black hair, Cher style. Deep-set, black eyes, like looking into black pools. Her face has classic high cheek bones, an aquiline nose, and soft chin. Her body has broad shoulders and back, narrowing at the waist, and flaring at the hips, with a cute butt. Her short, black, dress revealed long slender legs. In other words, a knock out.
"Fine", I stammered. "And you"?
"Missing you."
At that I had no reply.
"Let's get a table," she said as she got and headed toward the one in the corner. I followed like a puppy. Could you blame me? Here's a 20 something beautiful young woman doing a pickup on her grandpa. I was glad my tongue wasn't hanging out.
As I followed her, I realized that she was a good 3" taller than me, even without the 3" heels. Even better.
After we sat down, the waitress came over, and I ordered two scotch and sodas.
"I really am missing you. After I left the other night, it hit me that I want you."
I sat there speechless, gazing into her eyes, hanging onto every word. An old fool, getting an erection.
"If your feeling towards me is the same, I want you to come to my place."
"I'm ready," I blurted out. Immediately, I really felt like an old fool.
She laughed, a lilting laugh. "Not now, silly. Tomorrow night. Here is my address." She gave me a card. All it had on it was Laura, and an address.
As she got up, she leaned over, and planted a kiss on my forehead. "See you tomorrow night, my sweet."
And then she was gone.
The next night I found myself parked in front of the address she had given me. The houses on the stretch of street sat on at least quarter acres, with brick or stone walls, and iron gates. The houses were set back from the street, allowing for privacy. Many trees and bushes dotted the grounds.
Before I could ring the bell, the gates began to open, and I heard her voice over the intercom, "Come in, my sweet." Said the spider to the fly.
When I got to the house, the door was open, Laura standing at the door. As I walked towards the door, the light from the house filtered through what she was wearing. It was long, black, and very sheer, I could see the outline of her gorgeous body. My penis also took note.
"Welcome, Jack," she said as I reached the door.
"Thank, you, Laura." And before I could say anything else, she bent her head down, and kissed me gently on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me, surprising strong arms. I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her back. The kiss turned into a very long, and passionate kiss. Maybe more lustful.
She led me into the house and closed the door. Holding my hand, she led me into the library, and to the bar on the far side. "Mix us a drink," she said. As I complied, she sat down on the sofa facing the fireplace. After mixing the drinks, I brought them over and sat down next to her. I could feel the heat from her body.
"Cheers," she said. We clinked glasses, and I took a healthy swig, I needed it. She just held her glass.
"Are you ready for tonight? I know I am. I have been anticipating your arrival all day. I can't wait to get started."
My jaw dropped! Taking another swig, I said, "Me too!"
"Finish your drink, and we'll get started."
With one last swig, I finished my drink. Laura got up, took the empty glass from my hand, and laid it down next to her full glass. Taking her hand, I got up. As we started to walk, a passing dizziness went over me. She could feel it through my hand. "Drank too fast, didn't you Jack." I replied, "Guess so."
She led me out to the hall, but instead have going up the stairs, where I presumed the bedrooms were, she led me down the hall to a door. She opened the door, and started down the stairs. I wanted to stop, but could not. With my hand in her hand, I was like a child, duty bound to follow.
There was subdued lighting in the cellar, but I could see wine racks ahead. We were going to get some wine. As she continued to lead me, we passed the wine until we came to a stone wall. But then the wall seem to disappear and we walked into a gently lighted room. I turned back to the opening, but it dissolved before my eyes, or at least it seemed so.
As I looked around the room, I thought to my self, "What have I got my self into."
End of Part 1.