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{ASSM}
Title: SWEDE OLA Part 2
Author: Gallus Long, galluslong@yahoo.com
(MF, Rom, Oral, Intercourse)
Disclaimer
Not to be read:
by anyone under the age of 18,
or if it violates the standards or laws of your
community,
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or used in any way without author's permission.
SWEDE OLA
Part 2
The next day was pretty much a clone of the
previous one, except for the bathroom incident.
I noticed, happily that day, that I had
accomplished more in the last three days than I
had in the previous seven combined. While Ola put
Mother to bed, I went to the living room and
turned on CNN for the news.
She came to the living room at 8:00, her purse
hanging from her arm.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
She stepped forward and offered her hand. As I
shook it she said, "Charles, this came along just
at the right time in my life, thank you so much."
"You are mighty welcome," I said, "I should be
thanking you, Ola."
She did not respond. I could see by her eyes
that she was reaching some sort conclusion. Then
she said, "Charles, I need to ask you a favor."
She sat down on the couch next to me. "If you
say no, that's OK. OK?"
"Sure," I said, apprehensively.
She wrinkled her forehead, "I'm having a
difficulty with my ex-husband."
I thought, "Well, this is exactly what I need, to
land myself in the middle of a domestic dispute
just when I thought all my problems were solved."
I said, "What is it, Ola, what's going on?"
"He's harassing me," she said. "This time he's
carrying a gun."
"A gun!" I said, incredulously.
"Well, last time he tried to slap me around,
I...I beat him up, Charles."
"You did?" I asked, surprised, a pleased lilt to
my voice. Then I thought, why should I be amazed
at Ola's prowess, she was big enough to take care
of herself.
"Yes, I put him in the hospital with a skull
fracture," she said, her face as innocent as a
child.
"Ola, you're kidding me!" I said. I felt a grin
forming on my face.
"No, No, I really did. He tried to prosecute me,
but the judge was a woman, and she threw the case
out. Now he's out for some real revenge."
"What are you saying?" I asked, my smile
vanishing.
"I'm afraid to go home tonight. I've been staying
in a motel the last two nights. I will have to
again tonight. My bags are in the car."
"Ola, what can I do for you? Do you need money?"
"No, Charles, I need to locate another apartment.
I've been looking during the morning hours. He
doesn't know I'm working here, there is no way he
can trace me. That's why I insisted that you not
tell the nursing home about our arrangement. He
would threaten somebody there and get the
information somehow. It might be a week before I
find another place, and motel's are expensive."
"You need a place to stay!" I said.
"I'm sorry Charles, I don't have any right to
involve you in this. If you can't do it, I
understand completely."
"Go get your bags from your car, Ola. You can
stay here as long as you need to."
"Oh Charles, thank..." and she choked up on
tears. She reached for me and pulled me into the
most wonderful hug I have ever experienced. I
felt the tears on her cheek against my lips.
When she pulled away, I licked my lips and tasted
the salt.
"There's an extra room next to Mother's and it's
yours," I said. "Hey, you can work off your rent
by keeping the night watch!" I said happily.
"Charles, you are so sweet. I sensed that from
the first day I met you," she said.
I went with her to the car and helped her carry
three large suitcases inside. The back of her
Escort was packed with boxes. "Those can wait
till tomorrow, she said, I may find a place."
"Nope, I'll do it tonight, but first, put your
car in the garage, Ola. Let's not take any
chances."
After setting her up in the guestroom, I was
quite sweaty and retired to my own bedroom and
bath to get ready for bed. I put on a pair of
leisure pants and a tee shirt, my usual attire
for bed, and went to the living room to watch a
little TV. On my way, I passed the hallway
bathroom and heard the water beating against the
shower stall. I thought of the beautiful giant
inside, standing under my own waterfall.
I sat down on the couch turned the TV on to the
Travel Channel. I only half watched, thinking
mostly about my good fortune as well as Ola's run
of luck. For a week, at least, I had someone to
stay with Mother, almost around the clock, a real
professional caregiver. For Ola, there was that
blessed measure of safety from her violent
husband, and though my mother couldn't speak, I
knew she was happy.
I looked through the living room, down the
hallway, past the guest bedroom and saw the
bathroom door come open. Ola stepped out. She
was wearing a light summer robe, blue in color,
held together by a lap-over tie. She was
barefoot. Her hair was pulled back in a
ponytail. She saw me looking, and brightened in
that high-cheekbone smile of hers.
As I hoped she would, she walked past her room
and directly toward me, glancing at the TV. "Oh,
the `Lonely Planet' she said, my favorite
program!"
"Really? It's my favorite too! Sit down Ola."
She glanced at the recliner, the love seat, and
then the couch where I was sitting. She chose
the couch. She sat down on the other end, and
when she did, I knew she'd realized her mistake.
To see the television from the couch, you had to
be at my end, or in the middle.
"You can't see from there, Ola, move over here.
I held out my hand. She gripped it in her own
and as she rose, I pulled her quickly in my
direction. I had not realized she was lunging my
way.
With my pull, plus the momentum of her huge body,
she landed half of her great buttocks on my
unsuspecting abdomen. The air shot from my mouth,
and for the first time since falling off a fence
in childhood, I lost my breath.
"Charles?" she said, "Charles!" she wailed. "My
God Charles!" what did I do?
I don't know how I looked, but I felt as if I
would never breathe again. I was stricken with
the realization that, while I could expel my
breath, I could not draw any air into my lungs. A
searing pain radiated from my belly up through my
chest, and down through my thighs. A darkness
began to splotch in around me and all I could see
was Ola's agonized face.
"Oh God, Charles! What have I done?" she cried,
"Oh God, I'm so sorry."
After a moment, the dark spots around her face
began to fade. I knew I must have been getting
better because I caught myself worrying about
waking up Mom. Ola was still in a panic,
cajoling me to come to, slapping at my face. I
caught a little breath and said, "Shush, darling,
shush," Then catching another breath, "Don't wake
Mother."
Her eyes were wide and tearful, and her face was
anxious, but I could see her relaxing a bit. My
breathing was evening out, and I finally was able
to say, "Wow!" and smile. Then she smiled.
As I finally came back to focus fully on things,
I took note that Ola had hold of my right upper
arm with both her hands. Her robe and gown had
slid up to her thighs. Her bare left leg was
flexed at a right angle and lay along side of
where I sat, her knee pressing into my hip. I
looked at her bare foot, and realized that it
must be a size 12. A dusky red polish glowed on
each nail. My right hand, I found, was resting
on the inner thigh of that leg and I felt a
twitching between her thigh muscle and the soft
place that I was touching. Her robe had parted
and the simple lap-over tie had come loose
entirely. Her large breasts heaved through thin
material and I noted the dark circles beneath. I
was too weak to move, in both senses.
"Oh Charles, I'm such a cow!" she said, tears
coursing down her cheeks.
"Ola, don't say that. You are the most beautiful
woman I know," I said.
Her wide face came for me, cheekbones aflame and
eyes flashing. Scarcely did her lips touch mine,
when her tongue was lapping in my mouth. Our
bodies squared themselves toward each other. My
hand slid from her right thigh, and turned to
grasp the left. I had already fallen in love with
that soft undulation of flesh just below her
pubis. My left hand rose to her left shoulder,
and I held her, kissing and exploring her mouth as
she probed into mine.
My full strength was now almost recovered. I
pulled her up toward my lap, my right hand still
on the sweet meat of her thigh. She helped by
lifting her body and sitting on top of my hard
penis, hidden only by the fabric of my light
pants. My hand, which was trapped between her
legs, continued to knead the smooth tender place.
My left hand now rubbed the wide plane of her
lower back. I felt the depression between her
buttocks. She continued flooding and filling my
mouth with her saliva and her squirming tongue.
I hated to leave her thighs, but I pulled my hand
loose, trading them for her breasts. I pulled down
the loose neckline and captured the vast softness
in my hand, kneading it, and tenderly pinching
her nipple.
Finally I broke away from her hungry mouth and
groaned, "Ola, please, let's lie down on the
floor."
"Oh God, Charles, I haven't made love since last
year."
"Neither have I, darling."
"I'll do anything for you Charles, I mean it,
anything you want." She was smiling, but tears
were streaming from her eyes at the same time.
She kissed me again.
In a moment I said, "And you can do whatever you
want to me, sweetheart, except for one thing." I
said.
"What?" she asked, looking through her tears into
my eyes
"Please don't beat me up like you did your Ex!" I
smiled.
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