1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 3


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    know of a more intimate venue elsewhere, fascinating lady? One more out of the way and secret where we can spend some time together. There are far too many eyes here….” So far so good, a new element added and one easily handed. I had the address written down and our tryst would be in 3 weeks’ time. When I walked around the corner on the way to the elevator to go back to my room, I found Joyce standing there with two buckets of ice. “Do you want me to carry them for you, Joyce?” and I was thinking, ‘You are such a beautiful woman, Joyce, so diametric from Susan Douglas in every way.’ Joyce is older than the tramp and so much younger looking. “Thank you, Dan,” she answered handing me the buckets and entering the elevator behind me. Something was not right. When the elevator door closed Joyce put her hands on my shoulders, smiling, “Oh, Daniel.” I dropped the buckets and twisted to one side so as not to take the full force of her knee in my groin, a glancing blow that still hurt. I bladed myself and put up my palms to block any blows or kicks to keep her from hurting herself. “Does it hurt? Good! How could you?” she said not retreating. “Don’t hit me again, Joyce. Who put the bee in your bonnet?” “You did! Don’t you dare play innocent with me Prince Charming. You had us all fooled. You might have some good qualities; however being faithful isn’t one of them. You’ll always be a hound. I saw that woman groping you. Why in all decency did you let her?” and she took a round house ...
    swing at my head. I blocked the blow with my palm so she wouldn’t hurt her hand, thinking, ‘Of all the dumb luck! How am I going explain this to the family and not spoil my plans?’ “It’s not what you think, Joyce.” “Oh, yes it is,” and Joyce swung at me a second time. I blocked it again with my palm thinking, ‘God, I love these Palmer women. As angry as Joyce is right now not a single word of profanity or vulgarity has passed her lips; the same can be said for Anita and, Mary.’ The door opened at our floor and I hit the button for the top floor while blocking the door to keep her from leaving telling the elderly couple waiting, “Sorry folks, my wife and I are having a little tiff,” as the elevator door closed. “Your wife! How dare you! You…you...” “Prince Charming,” I suggested, “you will give me a chance to explain even if I have to keep this elevator going up and down all night… truce?” Joyce closed her eyes and clenched her fists, taking several deep breaths as if mentally counting to ten. When she opened her eyes and relaxed her hands, “OK I’m calm, perhaps I was a little hasty,” and as she said it the elevator door opened. Nobody was there so I closed it and hit all the buttons. Joyce wasn’t calm though or in the mood for a truce telegraphing her next movement. I was ready for the kick and blocked it before spinning her around to face away from me. I pinned her arms to her side and pulling her close to me, blocking her legs with one of mine and of course I got an erection ...
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