Sex Story

Jack walked into the pub. His six foot tall frame covered by a black tie, black shirt, and black suit. His hand scratched his salt and pepper goatee. Dark glasses allowed his eyes to wander unobserved. The bar was half full. It was dimly lit featuring mahogany furniture and stained glass light shades. Jack scanned the patrons. Most were of the gothic set, making him feel like the senior vampyre. The music was a haunting jazz piano solo that he did not recognize. "Jazz in Tennessee. Who knew," Jack whispered to himself. He then saw her. She was too obvious to miss. Three younger women, Jack guessed mid-20s, were at the far end of the bar. Two long haired brunettes were both skinny and in non descript black dresses. They were near twins in [Read more...]

"Was that her?" Jack checked his rear view mirror. Amongst the traffic his blue eyes picked out the grey Chevy hatchback. Due to the sunlight it was hard to see the driver as it reflected off the windshield. He had first noticed the vehicle as he cruised along in the middle lane of the highway. He was getting closer as traffic began to slow. Like his own truck, the gray car was covered in muck from the winter driving. The windows were all sandy looking and snow tufts rode along the back tires. He remembered the first time he had seen the car... --- Eight years ago... Jack sipped his coffee. The coffee shop was near empty. The walls were a darkened salmon with glass fixtures along the counter. Wooden looking furniture scattered about [Read more...]