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Alaskan Two-Step (from the Chronicles of Mike Bates)

(I didn't tell him, nor anyone else associated with the "club", that I was flying back and forth to the Olympic Games in Seoul and escorting a one-star general officer as the general's aide-de-camp. I loved the job and didn't want to be "cashiered" for trying to make myself more than what I truly was: a glorified assistant and slave. Besides, the job would only be for another month or so, and I can defiantly use the $12K. Your tax dollars at work!)

After breakfast with Ellie, the group enjoyed going to an art show, a informal dinner (I had to make sure that there were not anyone who knew me from work at that dinner), an indoor flea market, and a movie (in which Ellie "lost the popcorn" and "found her chocolate bar", sucking me off in the darkened theater -- adding to my personal sexual education). I ate her pussy and rimmed her ass in the remoted backside of the theater parking lot and then after we almost got caught, we moved things to the backside of the Walmart down the road whereby she had me to eat her again followed by a slow and sensual fuck, holding each other tight in the backseat as we rocked my rental truck.

I am going to feel really bad for the guys or gals who have to clean the truck cab when I finally turn the truck in!!

We would end our Saturday afternoon/evenings by going back to her place and engage in a long and rather satisfying "69", my face and tongue rubbing her clit, pussy, and sometimes ass as she simply swallowed and brought back up my hardened cock until it was "thick enough" for me to turn around and pressed it into one of her sexual bottom holes. She did not care which hole it was placed in, just that I got it in and kept in in until after she wetted the bed and my cock.

Our evenings always ended with her cleaning my cock with her mouth and tongue and with me kissing her deeply before she placed her dentures back in and hugged me tight.

"You are by far, the best fucker I've EVER been with, and that's including my husband, may he rest in peace!" she would say to me, almost out of breath. One week, I beat her to her pronouncement -- I looked her in those wonderful eyes of hers and said "You are, by far, the oldest and most delicious fucker I've EVER been with, and that's including my former wives and that woman I fucked in the woman's bathroom!"

She hit me on the shoulder. "What woman?" She looked at me.

"The woman I fucked in the women's room," I said, grinning at her.

"You haven't fucked anyone in the girl's room...unless you did it when you were younger, Mister Bates."

She had me. No, I've never fucked anyone in a women's -- or men's -- room in my life. It's on my "bucket list".

"You're right, Ellie." She pushed me on the shoulder again.

"Everything else is absolutely true, though...you are one wonderful woman!" I grinned as I held her slender body against mine.

The end of September was supposed to be the end of my tour in Alaska and I was to return back to the "lower 48" and back to my job at the Federal Center in Minnesota. However, the general I was serving as his aide contacted someone with the Army and I had another set of orders keeping me in Alaska through the end of October.

It was something of a miracle. Or someone's prayer from her mouth to God's ear. Or something.

I called Ellie when I received the new set of orders and told her "We have to celebrate me being here a little longer than I planned!"

"So, you want to spend the entire weekend with me? Hotel room and champaign and fuck movies on the TV?"

I smiled when I heard of her proposal.

"Look bucko," she added, "I had this planned when you have to leave me...I just have to push it back a few more weeks!"

"YES," I answered, "I'll make sure that I will leave here having you missing me!!"

The following week, I had to fly back to Korea and participate in several ceremonies and presentations with my boss. He gave me a medal for my service to him, along with a plaque and a red tee-shirt with black lettering saying, "Don't Let This Man Drive!" It was an acknowledgement that everywhere I went with my boss, I would end up getting a traffic ticket, mainly for parking or standing in places not allowed while the General was visiting inside.

I came back and showed Ellie the medal and the certificate which went along with it. I also showed her the tee-shirt and the plaque.

"You ARE a big deal, Mike!" she said, looking at the plaque and then reading the inscription. " "Every Policeman's Friend" huh? Are you really?"

I smiled and responded, "Depends on if I'm doing stuff for work or personal."

"So, if that's so," she said, rubbing the front of my pants and feeling for my hardening cock, "what does that make THIS?"

"When we get inside, I'll show you what makes that, lady!!" I said.

I fucked her with it.

The following week, the group decided to go to a western-themed bar and restaurant on the east side of Anchorage. I have not been to a western bar since college days, so I was a bit nervous.

Now mind you, Alaska isn't exactly full of Black people -- black men are rare but not in "general demand" sexually. I don't know why -- cock is cock, I'm thinking, and this isn't Alabama, Texas, or the Carolinas. It's the nation's frontier -- it's Alaska.

Nevertheless, I was still a bit beside myself when I walked into the Chilkoot Charlie's bar, my much older date leaning on my shoulder and left arm and walked over to where the sign for our group was attached to the table.

"Here we are, love," I said to Ellie.

"Here we are, love", she voiced back to me as I adjusted her chair and then walked beside her and sat down in a similar chair. Over the next few minutes, other members of the Broken Hearts Breakfast Club would show up and sit at our long table, small talking as we all waited for Stuart and his friend Debra to make the "meeting" official.

"Howdy everyone!", Stuart addressed us. He was wearing a large cowboy-like brown hat and took his hat off when addressing the women and men sitting.

"Howdy!!", most of us responded. There were others still carrying on side conversations.

"Ready to do some dancing?"

I sheepishly answered, "I really don't dance!", to which Stuart responded, "I bet you can be persuaded to at least slow dance, Mike". He then paused and said to everyone, "You don't have to dance but that's the purpose of this evening...to get you out here in public, meet some people, and maybe strike up some conversations..."

Ellie poked me in the side and then bent over and whisper "Blow and handjobs in the parking lot too, eh?" Then she kissed me on the cheek.

I have to admit, she knows how to make a man blush.

"The first round of drinks are on me," Stuart stated, "then you'll have to pony up for your additional ones. We'll be here for a couple of hours and then you're free to do whatever..."

I looked at Ellie and said "Whatever, eh?" I then flashed a smile at her.

Our group attempted a couple of line dances, which was fun to do and not too complicated as far as dance steps were concerned. One of the dances was called the "Alaskan Two-Step" and we all caught on really well. The dance moves and steps kept us on the floor for several mjnutes. Then the music slowed down and the "dance caller" yelled, "Grab a partner -- we're gonna do some slow ones here so you can catch your breath..."

Being the gentleman I am, I danced with Ellie, Claire, and Doris, who whispered to me "If you ever get tired of the old hag, I'll suck you dry and then blow you back up for the ride of your life!"

I politely told her "Doris, my dance card is full, sorry." We danced a bit more then she spied another guy and she left me for him.

"Sorry your gal took off that way," a thin brownish-red-haired woman walked over. "May I have this dance please, sir?" she asked. Before I could say "Okay", she grabbed my shoulders with her smallish hands and brought her body close to me.

"My name is Louise, but you can call me Lou," she said, aiming her midsection for mine as she swayed to the tune of the song.

"Mike... em… Mike Bates", I said, trying to remember my name or nickname, or something. This Lou person took me by surprise!

"Sorry to be a bit pushy, but my husband has gone to the men's room and I have JUST got to get a dance or two in with someone new. You, my friend," Lou continued, "is someone new...all the way around!"

"Thank you" was all I could muster up to respond with.

"Are you married -- no, you're not," Louise raised my hands, which were intertwined with hers, finding no ring or evidence of one.

"No. I am with some people however."

I pointed as best I could in the direction of the table with some of the group's members sitting around, drinking and talking.

"So Mike, what do you do or are your a prospector or engineer?" Lou asked, swirling around our bodies as we slow danced toward the center of the dance floor.

"Network Communications," I answered.

"Do you fuck or are you gay?" The question alone forced me to do a double-take view at this woman.

"Are all women in Alaska this forward? And yes, I do..." I did not want to say "fuck", because by this time, there were several other couples dancing close to us. I did not want to be a pervert on the dance floor with this woman.

Louise was exactly the same height as me, but she was wearing shoes with a two-inch elevated heel. She had the same hair color as my first ex-wife had -- a dark brown color with red streaks or highlights all through it. She was wearing a dark-colored party dress but as she moved around, grinding hard against me, I could tell she was not wearing a bra or underwear. I reached back to rub her ass for confirmation -- nope, no undies.

"Yes, that's my ass," Lou stated, "and no, I'm not wearing anything under this dress." She continued to slowly dance with me, holding me tight but I can see that she was scanning the darkened room, lights flashing back and forth at various times.

"Many of us do. I see that you have people looking for you out here," she added, kissing me on the cheek. "Let's move over there, I can give you my phone number, and you can call me tomorrow sometime and we can perhaps finish up this dance..."

"Or start a new one, Lou?" I asked. My head was spinning a little and I know why: I was attracted to this woman of several minutes of dancing!

We stopped moving at the end of the song, and I walked with her to a bar stand. She asked for a piece of paper and a pencil. The bar maid quickly gave both to her.

"Don't call after 7 in the evening. My husband will be home and while he's a liberal man, he's my husband and I love him a lot. But," she said, handing me the slip of paper with her name and phone number on it, "I also love fucking. I never had a Black man to fuck me before. Got a car or truck? I haven't done sex in a car or truck since high school..."

She placed her hand on top of mine, and leaned over and kissed me. I kissed her back. It was a short kiss, full of energy and tongues wagging each other as our mouths opened to let the other's tongue enter. We kissed for a full minute before she disengaged and then looked at me and after a few seconds, said softly, "wanna fuck, Black man?"

I wanted to say "Let's go...I've got a truck!" But I didn't. I just looked at her pretty face.

"Go. Have a good time with your friends! Welcome to Alaska, Mike!" She walked away in the opposite direction of the group's table.

I walked looking back at the pretty woman in the dark dress, trying to figure out in my mind if I had too much to drink, if I slipped into the "Perverts Zone", or what?

I was brought back to the present by Danny, one of the male members of our little band. I found the table.

I looked around for my "date", Eileen. "So where are everyone?"

Danny pointed out to the dance floor, and everyone else was out there dancing or hanging onto, in Doris' case, someone.

"I had to go to the men's room and then when I came back here, I saw that everyone was out there. I saw you dancing with a young thing out there..."

I smiled, " Yeah, I met her out there on the floor."

"So?" Danny asked.

"Married. But she was willing..."

When everyone else got back to the tables together, it was getting close to the "regulation time" for our meet to end.

I took the opportunity to take Ellie back out on the dance floor.

"Hey love, I got propositioned tonight...if I was back in the "lower 48", I would have taken her up on it..."

Ellie looked at me and asked, "So why didn't you?"

I looked into her face and admitted, "I don't want to screw up a great thing. You, that's why,” I then kissed her.

"You should have...I gave Gavin and Danny a blowjob out in the parking lot...my tummy is full of cum and beer!"

I looked and smiled at her, "Next time -- if there's gonna be a next time -- I'll be a bit less a gentleman and more of a slut like you!"

"Hey Mike -- opportunities come up once in a lifetime. You make and defend your choice. I am glad you told me though. If you were around earlier, I would have told you that I was going to go to the parking area for some "air". Danny has been wanting me to suck him off ever since he became a member here; and Gavin, well..."

I kissed her quickly before she told me the details about him.

"Besides, YOU do things to me they don't even WANT to try. You make me cum. You make me squirt. Mostly, you make me feel...womanly, not just slutty. That other woman probably noted that too."

"I am going to miss you, Ellie!" I blurted out.

"Don't even start with that...we have to get some food, watch some TV, and fuck. Not necessarily in that order!" Eileen looked at me and winked.

"You betcha, Ellie."

We said our "farewells" to the rest of the group, hugging everyone, before going to my truck and to the rest of the evening's adventure.

Eight years later, I found that slip of paper with Louise Barker's number in Anchorage. I called it out of the blue, only to hear that familiar "this number is no longer in service..." message.