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Tessa.

	by BlackKnight1960


	I was on one of my daily walks. Long walks. I'd walk for hours on end, 
almost every day. Not from the beginning, though. In the beginning I'd stay 
in bed with the curtains drawn, numbed by sorrow. Mourning my wife's death, 
and feeling sorry for myself having lost my job which had meant a lot to me. 
My wife was driving our car, when a truck coming from the opposite direction 
had blown a front wheel tyre. Annie was killed instantly and I had lost part 
of my left arm and suffered a few other injuries. I was still in hospital 
when my kind boss visited me. He had realised that I should not be able to 
continue my work with an artificial arm, and he had persuaded the company to 
grant me a most favourable pension, although they had absolutely no part in 
my accident.

	52-year-old widower, out of a job I had loved, and no real future. I 
slipped down into a deep, black hole. Stayed in bed most of the time, going 
out only when I had absolutely nothing left in the fridge. My kind doctor 
offered me anti depressant, but I would have nothing of it. A sorrow numbed 
with medicine will return the moment you stop drugging yourself.

	Six months later I was out to buy a few necessities. It was a fine summer's 
day, so I walked home via our harbour, which was quite a detour. I actually 
liked it, so the next day I took another walk, a little longer. When winter 
came I had gotten so used to long walks that I just continued. A few days 
with snowstorms I stayed at home, but apart from that, I'd often be gone for 
hours. When spring came around I would pack a little bag with a thermos of 
coffee and a sandwich, climb one of the busses going out of town and then 
get off somewhere along one of the country roads. From there I'd walk back 
home, often spending 6 or 7 hours doing so. When high summer arrived I took 
to the woods. The quiet cool shade and the beauty of flowers and wildlife 
were balsamic to my soul, and gradually I began returning to life. I avoided 
Sundays, though. Too many families out for a Sunday walk. But the weekdays 
were lovely. Especially in a rather remote privately owned forest, which 
started about 8 kilometres from my home. Hardly any people there even on 
Sundays.

	On a warm, sunny Wednesday in late July I had left the path, walked on 
through some low bushes and arrived at a very pretty secluded opening with a 
lot of flowers. Close to the edge of this opening I found a wind felled tree 
in the shade, ideal as a seat while I had my lunch and a cup of coffee. It 
also offered a nice view of the flowers and butterflies. I had just finished 
my sandwich and was enjoying the coffee when I heard somebody coming through 
the bushes on the other side of the small opening. It turned out to be a 
smallish, slim woman, followed closely by a beautiful Collie. At first I did 
not make myself known, as I thought she was just passing through the 
opening. Then she unhooked the leash from the dog, unfolded a small blanket 
and sat down among the flowers. For a little while the dog nosed around in 
the opening and then it returned to the woman.

	Suddenly the whole situation changed, and I felt it was too late to show I 
was there. I felt sure she would not see me, as leaves covered me. When the 
dog returned to her, she threw her arms round his neck and cuddled him. Then 
she leaned back on her elbows and let her knees fall apart. As if it was a 
thing they had done many times before, the dog walked in between her legs, 
pushed her yellow dress upwards with his nose, and started lapping at her 
pussy. I was terribly intrigued by this sight, and now it was definitely too 
late to show I was there. She had a happy smile on her face while she patted 
the dog's head and mumbled little reassuring words to him. Suddenly she 
patted his side, and the dog retreated, turned round to stand beside her, 
and then he stuck his nose back to her pussy across her belly.

	I could not very well see what she was doing to him, so I leaned forward. I 
saw her hand reach up to play with his cock, which excited me no end. It was 
something I had never seen or dreamed of. Actually I was so concentrated on 
the erotic sight in front of me that I did not pay attention to my thermos. 
I happened to push it and with a clattering noise it tumbled on the trunk 
and then down to the ground. Immediately the dog lifted his head and barked. 
I knew I had been spotted, and in order to prevent any further trouble I 
stepped out into the opening and said I was sorry I had disturbed them, and 
that I would leave as soon as I had packed up my little bag. The woman let 
out a little scared whimper and the dog stood `en garde' close to her.

	"Never fear, dear. I shall do you no harm. I was having my lunch when you 
came, and I didn't want to scare you. And now I have scared you. I'm so 
sorry. Excuse me, please."

	She put a slender arm round the dog's neck and began to cry. I went down on 
my knees, about a meter away in order not to scare her. "Look, now I've made 
you cry. I'm so sorry. A pretty girl like you shouldn't cry." I pulled my 
handkerchief out of my pocket and handed it to her. "Here, dear. Wipe your 
eyes. There's no need for you to cry."

	She let her arm stay round the dog's neck, reached out with the other and 
took the offered handkerchief. While her crying stilled she dried her eyes a 
couple of times. In a timid low voice she said: "I'm so terribly 
embarrassed. What I was doing is so weird and forbidden. You shouldn't have 
seen it. You must think I'm horrible."

	"I think nothing of the kind, dear. You are a lovely, young woman, and I 
have no idea why you are doing this. But I can assure you that I'm not at 
all shocked or repulsed."

	"Really? You don't think I'm horrible?"

	"Not at all. If I go back to fetch my thermos, would you share a cup of 
coffee with me? Then we can talk. I haven't talked to another human being 
for nearly a year."

	She looked at me with her big shiny eyes. "Oh, yes, let's have coffee."

	I poured her a cup, and one for myself in the lid. Gradually our 
conversation got going. She told about herself and I told her about my wife 
and my job. Her tale was a sad one. A harsh childhood with unrelenting, 
religious parents had zapped her of confidence; lots of punishment and no 
love. Her teenage years had been even worse, because her insecurity made her 
an easy target of ridicule and persecution. All the time she felt like an 
ugly outsider, so of course she looked like one. She had had only two 
boyfriends, and she had had no luck there, either. All they had wanted was 
to exploit her, and the second one even beat her very often.

	We talked and talked. Once I looked at my watch and saw it was nearly six 
o'clock.

	"The first time ever that I felt loved, was when I bought Caro." She patted 
the dog's head while she said so, and he looked up to her, almost with a 
smile. "I felt he loved me for who I was. And one day, when he licked the 
drops off my tummy as I came out of the shower, he also showed me that sex 
could be good. At the same time I knew it was perverted and a great sin. The 
worst beating I ever got from my father was when I was 8 years old. Our dog 
had sniffed me under my skirt and I let him do it. I was beaten black and 
blue, and then my father shot the dog. So when Caro did something similar, I 
was in a terrible turmoil. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it, I 
let him do it."

	"Rest assured. I'm not going to beat you. I think it was wonderfully 
exciting to watch you two."

	"Really? You were not repulsed?"

	"On the contrary. For the first time since my wife died I felt excited. You 
two were so beautiful, and I'm not ashamed to tell you how hard I became."

	For the first time I heard her laugh. "Then I'm not ashamed to tell you how 
wet I was."

	I decided to risk it all. "If you want to try again, I'd love to hold your 
head in my lap."

	She was very quiet for a moment, and I was afraid I had been much too rash. 
Her face was almost blank and I had no way of guessing, what thoughts were 
running through her mind. Then she looked as if she had turned on a light 
behind her eyes, and her face gradually became as beautiful as it had been 
before I disturbed her. She looked me straight in the eyes and patted the 
blanket behind her.

	I covered the short distance on my knees and sat down with my legs crossed, 
right behind her. Slowly she leaned back towards me, and I took hold of her 
narrow shoulders and gradually lowered her till she was resting her head in 
my lap. When I could see her face again she had closed her eyes, and a 
dreamy smile was on her lips. She bent her knees, which made her dress slide 
up towards her belly. This bared her slender legs, and when she let her 
knees fall apart she revealed a beautiful, shaved pussy. At the same time 
she patted Caro's head. She did not have to say anything to the dog. He 
willingly got up and walked round to stand between her legs. When he bent 
his head towards that naked mussel, I felt the tiniest shivers of 
anticipation run through her body.

	The sight was incredibly exciting. Caro nuzzled his long snout against her 
thighs and her pussy, and suddenly his long, pointed tongue reached out and 
lapped her. A few moans escaped her, but soon her voice changed, so she 
sounded almost like a meowing cat, and she made small humping movements with 
her hips, as if to egg Caro on. I held her left shoulder in my left 
artificial arm and then I started caressing her hair and her cheeks with my 
right. For a split second she opened her eyes and looked up at me. Then she 
gave in and spread her legs as wide as they would go. The next time my hand 
touched her cheek she reached up and took hold of it. Slowly she dragged my 
hand down to touch one of her small, pointed tits. By now her little cries 
and moans became louder. She reached down and grabbed Caro's head with her 
hands and held him hard against her dripping pussy. My right hand found its 
way between two of her buttons, so I could feel that firm, yet resilient, 
small breast. God she was lovely to touch. When she came she cried out so 
loud, I was afraid she'd call the attention of people for miles around. She 
shivered, humped and convulsed in my arms like nothing I had ever seen. 
Finally she calmed down and pushed Caro away. She opened her eyes again and 
sent me a happy smile.

	"Very often I let him fuck me now. Will that be too much for you?"

	"Not at all. On the contrary." I pulled my legs out from behind her and 
stretched my feet down and pushed them under her slim hips. "I'll lift you 
up a little. That will be better."

	She sat up for a little while and reached down to rub Caro's cock. Then she 
leaned back against me, lifted her knees almost to her chest, and panted: 
"He's ready now. Come, Caro, fuck me." Caro stabbed a few times but missed. 
By the spur of the moment I reached down and grabbed his long, pointed cock 
and guided him in.

	"Oh, my God, you did it. You did it!" She went absolutely frantic when Caro 
fucked her very hard and very fast. It was totally weird to have his 
open-mouthed head on my shoulder beside hers, but soon my full attention was 
back at her. She cried and whimpered and shook all over, and even if Caro 
did not fuck her for very long, she managed to start coming well ahead of 
the dog. The last fifteen seconds were a blur of cries, sloshing sounds, the 
dog's panting close to my ear, and especially the violent movements of her 
coming. The horniest sensations I had ever had cursed through me, and my 
cock was hard as a piece of wood.

	As soon as Caro had finished coming he withdrew, and an impressive gush of 
thin jism poured out of her. Her legs fell to the ground as if she was dead 
tired, and for a moment she just lay there, gradually calming down. That was 
the moment I realised, that I did not even know her name.

	I grabbed my handkerchief, which she had dropped on the grass beside the 
blanket, and wiped her battered pussy. When I looked back on her face she 
had opened her eyes and smiled at me.

	"This is so lovely," she said. "This moment usually is very difficult for 
me, but with you here it's so good."

	"I was happy to hold you, dear."

	She looked up again and then she whispered: "If you'll make love to me 
right now, I shall love you forever and ever. Do you think you can make 
yourself do it?"

	"Nothing would make me happier, dear." My cock was still hard as a board, 
and the thought of fucking her right after the dog had done it, put extra 
hardness into it. I did not take a minute to get out from behind her, shed 
my trousers, and push my horny cock into her. Her cunt felt like nothing I 
had ever tried. It was hot and slimy, very open and virtually vibrant, and I 
knew immediately that I would not last long. I leaned down on my elbows, 
pushed my arms under her shoulders and cradled her head with the good hand. 
While I fucked her slowly but insistently, I kissed her eyes, her forehead, 
her cheeks and her neck. At last it became too much for me. I started 
fucking her hard while I groaned: "God, girl, you're so great. I can't do it 
much longer. I'm going to fuck you now."

	"Yes, yes, yes," she cried out. "Fuck me. Hard. Fast."

	When I pushed hard to the bottom of her cunt and spurted in her, she yelled 
and screamed. "Yes, yes, oh, God, yes, yes," and she came with me. I 
collapsed on top of her and hid my face at her neck for a while. When I put 
my hands on the grass and lifted my head and chest I saw tears running down 
her cheeks.

	"Oh, my God. I didn't hurt you, did I? Why do you cry?"

	She smiled through her tears. "No, no. I'm so happy that I can't help 
crying. This is the happiest moment of my life,..." and suddenly a pearly 
laughter ringed through the opening. "You know what? I don't even know your 
name!"

	"And I don't know your name, either."

	She was Tessa and I am Henrik, and we had a good laugh at that. Then we 
hugged and kissed for a while, after I had put my trousers back on. And 
suddenly I was in trouble. It was past seven o'clock, and I had at least 5 
hours walk ahead of me, because the last bus would have left before I got 
back to the road.

	"Stay a little longer, Henrik. I'll drive you home. My car is parked not 
far from here. I want this moment to last forever. Maybe I won't see you 
again." There was so much hope in her voice that it almost hurt.

	"You'll see me as often as you want, Tessa. I know I'm 20 years older than 
you, but if that doesn't bother you, you can see me as often as you want."

	She hugged me again. "You know what? You have accepted me and my sins and 
Caro. You're the kindest and most loving man I've ever met, and today is the 
first really happy day of my life. Do you really think that lousy 20 years 
would bother me?"

	When darkness fell we got up and walked to her small car. On the way back 
we stopped at a cafeteria and had supper, while Caro was served a special 
plate in the hall. When we stopped at my house I asked her in for a cup of 
coffee. Tessa never made it home that night. Caro licked her once more and I 
made love to her for the longest time. God, she was so beautiful when she 
was naked.

	When she left for work the next morning, Caro stayed with me. In fact Tessa 
never really made it home. In August she signed out of her apartment, and in 
November we got married. That was two years ago. I know most of the funny 
stories about silly old men marrying much younger women, but I couldn't very 
well care less. In all my life I've never been happier, and Tessa convinces 
me every day that she loves me and desires me. We will often make love 
without Caro, when we need that. And with Caro, when we need that. 
Strangely, now that I have so much to lose, I have stopped worrying about 
the future. I live life day by day, and I praise my luck every morning, when 
I wake up and watch her lovely face on the pillow beside me.

The End.

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