The time was near. She was fading. The pain meds had her in an almost constant state of almost sleep. I’d gotten word from our daughter that her mother was dying and I dropped everything.

“Kat, Maureen called and she said that Diane is dying. I’m going to Houston before it’s too late.”

“Do you really want to do that?”

“Yeah. I think I really do.”

I called my company’s travel agent to make the plans. If I used the company agent, they considered it a legitimate trip. The agent set up the whole thing, from a car picking me up at home to a car to drop me off afterwards. They got me the seat on the plane and the hotel room for three days. I packed that evening and was ready to go in the morning.

That night, Katherine, she wanted to be called Kat, and I made love. As we were coupled she reminded me of the day we met. She had been watching me throw my wedding ring into the lake from the end of the dock.

“You’ve either got a good arm or you really wanted to chuck that thing out of your life.”

I turned to see this raven haired beauty in a bright orange bikini. She was tanned and fit but the thing that caught my immediate attention was the hair growing out from around the front of her bikini bottom. I’d never seen a woman who would walk around in public with shaggy pubes hanging out of her swim suit.

“Yeah ... uh ... it sort of closes a painful chapter in my life.”

She looked me in the eyes and then smiled and walked up to me. She was right on the verge of intruding on my personal space when she stopped.

“Does that mean that you’re available?”

“It does. I got the final divorce papers in the mail today.”

“Do you like women with black hair?”

“I don’t know. I never met one up until now.”

“Let me guess, a blonde fiend?”

“Nope, redhead.”

“No kidding. I hear they are the worst. Nothing but cheating, lying, bitches. I hear that most of them even shave their pussies.”

My eyes blinks a few hundred times in reaction to that. You know how someone can come up to you and say “don’t look down” and the first thing you think of is looking down? Well as soon as she talked about shaved pussies, I looked down at the front of her bikini. Thick, black curls made little patterns against her tanned thighs. She had hair growing out of the top of the suit as well.

“Let me guess, you have never seen a woman who is proud of her hairy pussy, right?”

“Well certainly never one who was so proud that she showed some of it.”

“Well then, here ... look.”

It was a reflex, I swear it was. I looked down before I could stop myself and was treated to a sight. She pulled the front of her bikini away from her body and there was a pitch black, curly garden of delight.

“Now tell me ... are you interested in a closer look?”

The blinking thing must have been continuing because she burst out laughing and moved next to me, linking her arm under my own.

“My name is Katherine Lewis and I have a story to tell you. Join me for dinner.”

“OK.”

What else could I say? It occurred to me that I’d only closely looked into her eyes and down the front of her bikini. As she led me off, I took note of her breasts, not very big, but very jiggly. The top of her bikini was designed in such a way that the flesh of her breasts seemed to exceed both sides of the bright orange triangles that made up the top.

There was flesh jiggling at her cleavage and a little to the outside of the top as well. I dropped my right hand down to my side and in the process tried to adjust myself in a most stealthy manner. I failed. She looked down and saw the change in the contour of the front of my pants and smiled.

“It’s nice to be appreciated.”

My mind was coming around from the lock that had been placed on its functions. Now I was realizing that a beautiful, sexually alluring woman was leading me somewhere. We were in public, so I didn’t think it was a robbery and I was a guy so rape was not a concern. After we perambulated off of the dock, she steered me to a beach chair where she retrieved a bright orange cover up and a small purse.

“If I give you my address will you follow me home so I can change for dinner? Or will you run away and break my heart?”

“Time out! This doesn’t happen. Am I in some erotic story or in a dream?”

She reached out like she was going to gently stroke my face and instead she gave it a smack! Not very hard, but hard enough to get my attention.

“Would you rather I pinch your ass to see if you’re awake?”

“No,” I said rubbing my face. “I’m quite awake.”

“Then what is the answer to my questions?”

“Would you repeat them again, please?”

“If I give you my address will you follow me home so I can change for dinner? Or will you run away and break my heart?”

“I’ve had my heart broken, it is not something I would wish on anyone but please tell me one thing first?”

“Sure.”

“Please don’t get angry and I don’t mean this as an insult ... but ... are you a hooker?”

“If you are asking me if I fuck men over for money or some other form of payment, then the answer is no. If you are asking me if I am trying to get my hooks into you, then yes, very much so.”

“But why?”

“In order to answer that, you have to come home with me. It will be easier to understand when you see for yourself.”

“Are you just going to take me home and get naked?”

“I’ll get naked right here if that worries you. I personally enjoy going to beaches where this outfit would be seen as being way, way overdressed.”

“No! You don’t have to undress here.”

“Good,” she said as she opened the small purse and pulled out a card. She handed it to me.

“Your car or phone has GPS doesn’t it?”

“Yes, both.”

“Good, I’ll see you at my home in about twenty minutes.”

“Do I need to stop and get anything for dinner?”

“No, Mike.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course.”

“How?

“When we get to my home, it will all be clear.”

“You have arrived. Your destination is on the right.”

The woman’s voice announced from the center speaker of my car’s dashboard. I was stopped in front of a very nice building only a few blocks from the beach. I got out of the car and walked into the lobby. There was an elevator to the left. I looked at the card and saw that Kat lived in #600. I pushed the button next to the elevator door and upon entering, I pressed the button for the 6th floor, the one at the top of the building.

The doors silently glided together and the elevator gently rose. At the sixth floor it slowed and stopped. The doors opened to a glassed in lobby that overlooked the water. There was a small sign on the post between the two panes of glass. It had the number “600” and an arrow pointing to the right. I followed the cryptic instruction and walked straight, before a turn to the right, and then walked down the side of the building. Half way down I found a door with the number “600” affixed to it.

I saw no button for a door bell, so I knocked.

It only took a few seconds for the sound of an unlocking door to be heard and then the door pulled back and Katherine stood there ... naked. My mouth went as numb and slack as it would have at the dentist’s office. I was transfixed until she laughed and opened the door fully to welcome me to her home.