1. A Little Place Called Heaven


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    more gas tomorrow, the way that generator’s sucking it up. I can pick some up then.” That seemed to pacify her for a minute. Then: “Is there running water in this dump?” “I can turn on the pump,” Jake said. “There’s a sink and a tub in there.” He pointed to the lavatory. “Is it all right if I take a bath?” “The water’ll be cold, but knock yourself out.” Jake took his foot out of the bucket and gimped over to flick the wall switch for the pump. Mrs. Periwinkle went into the bathroom and started to close the door. “Leave it open,” Jake said. She smiled at him. “Whatever floats your boat.” She started the tub water and, with her back to us, let her sundress drop to her ankles. Under it she had on a pink bra and panties. She undid the back bra clasp and skinned those panties down her legs, and my phallus began to rise like a long-dead golem returning to life. As she stepped into the tub, I looked at Jake and he at me. “Remember our deal,” I said. “I know, I know,” he said, the edge in his voice telling me he sorely wanted to renege. We had agreed that this would be a straight snatch job, that as bad as we both needed some feminine company after a celibate stretch in jail, we would remain professional and not give in to our baser male instincts. If we ever had to return to the slammer it would be best not to have on our resumes the title “rape hound.” After cops, prison guards, and short eyes, that was the next worse thing to be in the joint, and might cost you a shiv in the gut. ...
    So we sat there stoically, listening to Mrs. Periwinkle splash and hum a sweet little tune. When she finished we pulled our masks down so we’d have an unobstructed view. But Mrs. Periwinkle dried herself off standing in the tub, then wrapped the towel around her and stepped out. With a smirk at us she picked up her clothes, said goodnight, and went in the bedroom. She crawled under the sheet quickly, robbing us of any further titillation. “We may as well hit the sack too,” Jake said. “It’ll be a long day tomorrow.” He got up and turned off the light. I took off my mask and clothes and lay down on my cot. In the slam you learn to take care of your business quietly, and though I heard not a sound from Jake, I figured he was doing the same as me. *** I was awakened the next morning by the voice of Mrs. Barnum Periwinkle. “You two aren’t as ugly as I thought you’d be,” she said. She was in her peach sundress, sitting on one of the straight-backed chairs. “Jesus!” Jake exclaimed, and reached down to the floor for his mask. “Forget it, she’s already seen us,” I said. I was pissed. Not at her, at us for committing another bonehead. We should have slept in shifts. “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “We won’t be back this way again anyhow.” Me and Jake pulled on our pants all shy-like under the sheets, and then Jake asked Mrs. Periwinkle if she knew how to cook. “Do I look like I’d know how to cook?” she said. Jake fried some bacon in a skillet on the hotplate, then scrambled some eggs in the ...
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