Elizabeth

When:  January 1983
Status:  Married 7 years (2nd marriage), 2 children
Occupation:  School Secretary (part-time)
Meetings:  4
Age: 30
Quoteable:  "There's a time for sex and a time for more sex."

It was January of 1983 and I was staring at a lovely lady named Elizabeth, who lived in a unit just a few spaces down from a rehab unit that I was working on.  My mind replayed a conversation that I had had with Lana several months earlier.  We were talking about some of our mutual acquaintances at Brindlewood.

~Start dream sequence music~

"So you know Elizabeth Smith?"
"Oh yeah.  She's pretty hot."
"Yeah, she thinks the same of you.  She mentioned it once or five hundred times."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe I'll look her up sometime."
"Well, if you make a move, you'll be rewarded."

~End dream sequence music~

So why hadn't I pursued Elizabeth to this point?  Really, I didn't see her that much.  It wasn't like I could walk up to her door and say, "Wanna fuck?"  

Mr. Happy thought that would be a great idea, of course.

I was in no rush, however.  Since I didn't really know Elizabeth well, it wasn't exactly like I had an "in" with her.  And I had Trish, Pilar, and some other non-Brindlewood chicks in the rotation (I would soon meet Angela), so I had just put her on the "if I get a decent shot" list.  But whenever I had the chance, I would always take the opportunity to chat her up, especially the two times I did some work on her unit.

Obviously, I did get that decent shot.  And that shot came several months after my fun with Lana.

I was finishing up a quick paint job on a unit that had just been vacated when Don came up and asked if I could replace the struts on the awning of Elizabeth's carport.  This was a side job, so to speak.  I would do the occasional repair on units and Don would slip me some cash.  Bob was cool with this arrangement.  He didn't get any of the money, but it kept Don, one of his biggest clients, happy and put some more cash in my pocket.  And this was a hundred bucks.

Don paid well.

I told him that I could go right over after wrapping up the job.  He was happy and so was I.  I remembered what Lana had told me about Elizabeth.  Maybe I could finally take that shot.  

It was around 3 p.m. when I got to Elizabeth's.  I knocked on the door, and heard, "Come around back!"

I did as ordered and saw Elizabeth tending to one of her flower beds.  She turned around and gave me a big smile.

"Hey Ryan.  Thanks for coming.  I really appreciate this!"
"No problem.  I'll replace those struts.  Shouldn't take long."
"Cool!  You are awesome!"

Hmmmm.....might as well lay some groundwork for a possible poach.

"Thank you.  Great to see you again."

A moment passed.

"Well, great to see you again, too.  Always is."

Elizabeth worked up quite a thirst.

Oh yeah.  Chick was interested in your boy Ryan.  Maybe.

I figured that I'd go full porn scene and take off my shirt.  Hey, if Lana was telling me the truth and Elizabeth thought that I was attractive, well why not show a little skin?

It worked.  I could feel her looking at me--you know, when you get that feeling that you're being watched--and even caught her checking me out a couple of times.  I just played dumb (it came naturally to me, needless to say) and didn't acknowledge it.  

I had been checking her out as well.  Tank top, no bra, tight shorts riding up her ass while she was bent over her flower beds was quite a nice sight to see.  Mr. Happy agreed and became rock hard.

  "Dude!  Disengage!"
"I can't!  I can't!  Her ass is too hot!  It's hanging out of her shorts!"

We decided to try and walk it off, so to speak.  I went out to the truck to get some tools.  I was there for a minute or two when Pilar pulled up in her car.

"Hey sweetie.  We on for tonight around six?  Shithead's in Phoenix tonight."
"Oh yeah."

She looked down at a very erect Mr. Happy.

"So that's what I do to you?"
"Always."

She smiled and said, "Can't wait to play with it."  And then she was off.

Great.  So much for "walking it off."  Now Mr. Happy was hard as a baseball bat.  I figured, though, that it probably wouldn't matter all that much since I was almost done.  

About a half hour later, I was wrapping up.  I heard Elizabeth walking up behind me.  

"Looks great.  Thank you so much.  You're the best."
"You're welcome.  Glad I could help."

Then it really got full porn scene.  Elizabeth walked up and stood beside me.  Close.  Really close.  As in her right side was pushed against my left side close.  And there was no hiding my shame.  I know she saw it.  And then I felt her hand rubbing my back.

I responded by sliding my hand down her back and stopping at the small of her back.  

Still staring straight ahead at the struts, she said, "Keep going."

I slid my hand down her shorts and started playing with her ass, sliding my middle finger down her crack.  She let out a deep breath and said, "Let's go inside."

Yeah, sometimes it's that easy.

We went in and went straight to her bedroom.  

We stripped down and Elizabeth walked over to me and we started kissing.  I reached down and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks as we kissed.  Ass play really turned her on, and I knew that I'd be rimming her.  

Elizabeth lowered herself down to her knees and started sucking my cock. A few minutes went by, and she smiled and said, "Wow....you leak a lot."

"Only when I'm really turned on."

We got into her bed and I laid down.  Elizabeth straddled my face and leaned down and started sucking me again.  I started eating her out, sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy.

Right when I sensed that she was getting close, I started rimming her.  She started groaning and shaking.  And then I shoved my tongue into her ass.  That drove her over the edge.  When her orgasm finally subsided, she rolled off me and onto her back.

I got up and spread her legs and moved up, and then slid my hard cock into her.  She wrapped her legs around mine and I started fucking her hard.  I had reached the state where I was so turned on that it was hard to cum--not that this upset me.

Due to my, uh, "condition" I was able to go for about twenty minutes, making her cum four more times.  Finally, after she came for the last time, I was finally ready.  With Elizabeth urging me on, telling me to "fill my pussy," I finally did just that. 

Naturally, I was still hard.  I was tempted to resume fucking her, but I knew that I had to save some for Pilar.  But even if I had decided to resume, Elizabeth wouldn't have been able to continue.

"Shit, baby.  Mike will be home soon."  

I got dressed and we kissed for a minute.  And then I got the fuck outta dere--Mike was 6'5", and 250 pounds of muscle.  And not exactly easygoing.  I doubt that he would've been cool about me plowing his wife.  

Some dudes are just like that....

"Hey, let's do this again tomorrow.  We have a little place down in Lake Elsinore where he takes Walt (their son) when they go fishing.  We can take our time."

I agreed and we arranged for me to pick her up at 10 in the morning.  I then left and headed over to the unit that I had finished working on earlier.  I pulled a change of clothes out of the truck and took a shower before heading over to fuck Pilar.

That was a fun evening.

I was whipped when I got home.  Pilar extricated four orgasms from me that night.  Hey, I wasn't even 20 yet.  I was a walking hard-on those days.  But yeah, that session on top of my earlier Elizafuck had tapped me out.  And I needed to recover quickly.  I knew that Elizabeth would be requiring multiple fucks. 

I could NOT let this beautiful poachette down!  That's the great thing about me--I'm always thinking of others.

So I knew that I needed two things when I got home:  A LOT of fluids and a lot of sleep.  After eating and rehydrating (lots of Gatorade), I prepped my supplies for the next day:  a change of clothes, some pilot lube and a camera.  

Okay, so it wasn't a big kit.

I passed out around midnight and slept until 9:00.  I woke up rehydrated and refreshed.  I showered, put on some shorts and a t-shirt, had a nice breakfast and took off to pick up my newest poachette.  

That lucky girl!

As we were driving down, Elizabeth told me that her 4 year-old twins were at her parents' house and she'd be picking them up the next day.  She told Mike that she would be working (Elizabeth was a "floater" secretary for the school district)  and would be meeting her sister for dinner afterwards.  

"Gotta cover all your bases, Ryan!"

We drove down to Lake Elsinore and as I turned onto the dirt road her house was located on, she said, "Let's park a little away from the house.  Just in case someone drives by, we don't want them seeing your car there.  You never know."

We picked a spot that was about a ten-minute walk from her place.  It was a pretty good spot.  It was an area where visitors would park their cars and make their way down to the shore, kind of a dirt lot type of deal.  I was able to even kind of conceal my car behind some bushes.  

We finally arrived at her small house--her mobile home was actually much bigger--and she gave me a quick tour.  Tiny kitchen and living room, one small bathroom, and two bedrooms, each with a set of bunkbeds.  The whole place was roughly 700 square feet, but pretty cool, considering that it was strictly used for overnight fishing trips and family days at the lake.

She led me into one of the rooms and said, "Hope you don't mind doing it on a bunkbed."

I didn't.

"Lower or upper?"
"Oh, both."

Elizabeth had a couple of drinks to loosen up and soon we were, in the words of Gordon Lightfoot, "doing what you don't confess" for several hours.

Eventually, sometime in the afternoon, we fell asleep.

You're welcome.  I actually saw Lightfoot in concert at the Greek in LA 

back in the 80's.  He was awesome.  However, I was disappointed that 

he didn't do "Canadian Railroad Trilogy."

Around five, we woke up.  And what woke us up was the sound of a truck door slamming in the driveway.

Fucking A.  It was Mike, the incredible bulk.  What the fuck?  What was he doing at there?  I mean yeah, it was their property, but....what was he doing there?

We looked at each other with horrified expressions for a second.  Well, I'm guessing my expression was one of horror.  I know that hers was.

We grabbed our clothes and she led me down to the basement.

That little house was kind of like a split-level.  Sort of.  Kind of.  

Basically, it was built into a hill.  There was the top level where the bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, all that was located.  The second level really wasn't a level at all.  There was a basement and garage on that level.  

It was kind of just a storage space, with the water heater and washer and dryer located there.  If I had to estimate, I'd guess that it was about 400 square feet.  There were some boxes, tools a couple of cabinets and work tables in there as well.  There was also a window facing the lake, which thankfully let some light seep into the space.

Next to that, there was a small garage type of space, even though the driveway up front didn't extend all the way down there to actually park a car in there.  They used it to store fishing equipment and a couple of jet skis.

The only other way into the crawl space was through a doorway that connected the two rooms.  

So I followed her onto the steps leading down, and she turned around and put the sliding hasp into the lock position.  I didn't know why there was a lock on the door from the outside (she would later tell me that it was already on there when they bought the place).

I followed her down into the basement and she locked the door that led into the garage.  This wasn't quite as safe as the lock hasp.  Yes, lock hasps aren't exactly super protection, but it wasn't like Mike was just going to kick down his own door.

She whispered, "We're still not safe.  Follow me."

So there we were, completely naked, carrying our clothes and shoes, making our way through our sudden underground sanctuary.

And what's sad?  Even though I was in real danger of getting Mike-stomped, I was still enjoying the wonderful view of her ass.

She led me to the water heater.  Not exactly a great hiding place, I thought to myself.

But that hidden alcove behind and to the side of it sure was.  It was about five feet deep and was pitch black once you went in.

We then heard Mike trying to open the door from the house to the basement, only to encounter the hasp.

"Fuck."

We could hear him walking out the back door and right past the window in the basement.  A minute later, we heard the creaking of the garage door.  Then, the second door rattled.  And then we heard the key unlocking it.  And in came Mike.

We were pressed into that alcove.  Elizabeth was up against me, making Mr. Happy become very Mr. Happy.  She leaned forward a little, and put Mr. Happy into his upright position, pressed against her ass.  Yeah, he was VERY happy then.

It sure would have been great if Mike had grabbed something and left.  Nah.  He turned on the radio.  K-EARTH 101, classic rock.

Pretty cool.  Not only had we both fucked Elizabeth, we both loved classic rock!

Seriously, though, this was not a good development, obviously.  But when you get lemons, make lemonade!

After a few minutes, Mr. Happy was back at full strength.  I had my hands wrapped around her waist.  She started grinding her ass into Mr. Happy and then grabbed my right hand and guided it to her pussy.

Oh come on, woman!  Oh no you di'int!  

After a couple of minutes of this insanity, my hand working on her pussy and her ass grinding against my hard cock, Elizabeth stiffened with another orgasm.  And a minute after that, I sprayed my cum all over her ass.

Then we just stood there.  For another forty five minutes.  Then we heard the glorious sound of the radio being turned off.  Then we heard Mike shut the door to the basement and could hear him fiddling with something in the garage.

Elizabeth was honed in, trying to get a clue as to what her oblivious husband was doing.  Then we heard Mike walk by the window.

"What the fuck is he doing?" she said softly.  As soon she asked that question, we heard noise from their dock, where their rowboat was tied up.

We slowly crept out of the alcove.  We walked over to the window, hunched over.  As we heard more noise from the dock and the sound of rowing, Elizabeth turned to me and said, "Fuck!  That was close!"  

We laughed a little and waited until the sound of Mike rowing got softer and softer.  Finally, Elizabeth very carefully took a little peek out of the window, being careful not to move the curtains.

"Okay, let's get the fuck out of here!"

We got dressed and Elizabeth laid out our escape plan.  

"We can't go through the house.  I'd have to leave the top door unlocked and he might start wondering about that.  So just follow me."

I wasn't about to question her, especially being able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

We left the basement and walked across the garage.  We weren't in too much danger of being seen.  There were some trees in the backyard that provided cover--and he was way out on the water anyway.  We went through a side door and that put us on the north side of the house.

We walked up the steps and after making sure the coast was clear of any neighbors, we walked across the street and took a trail that led to my car.  We got in and pulled out onto the road and then headed to Interstate 15.

We were safely on the 15 when Elizabeth spoke up.

"That was fucking insane."

I had to agree.

"And fucking hot."

Uh, what?  Was this chick nuts?  Or was she just a crazed sexual thrill seeker?  

Elizabeth started going on about how hot it was, how much fun she had that day, etc...

As she was talking, my mind went back to the previous day.  When she was having me come into her mobile home to fuck her so close to the time her husband was due home.  

Then I thought about how I was fingering her clit while she was grinding her ass against my cock with her husband something like twenty feet away.  And how she had wanted to fuck at this place instead of the safety my little sex haven down in the basement of the pool storage room.

Uh, that sounds really bad if  you haven't read the Erica entry.  

Sexual thrill seeker it was.

Me, not so much.  I had been fairly lucky up to this point.  I had had some close escapes and even had been punched in the past.  But I hadn't run into a dude as big and tough as Mike.  

So great, how was I going to get out of this?  

We finally reached Brindlewood and I parked near the pool.  Elizabeth looked around and said, "Okay, it's clear.  Let's go."

"Let's go?"
"Yeah.  He won't be back for a couple of hours.  Kids spending the night at my parents' house, remember?  C'mon.  Let's go."

Yeah, sexual thrill seeker.

Both of us should have hugged, kissed, and said good night right then.  But Elizabeth had that adrenaline running through her veins.  And all I could think was that I wanted to fuck this woman some more, because I'm a sad, pathetic guy with absolutely no will power.

We made it back to her place and she found a note that Mike had left for her.  Basically, it just told her that there was no work then next day, so he was going to go fishing and would be back around midnight.

Yeah, that would have been nice to have known earlier....

But now that I knew that we had some breathing room, so to speak, I was a little more relaxed and was just hoping I had another hard-on or two left in reserve.

We stripped down, took a quick shower (we really, really needed one), and then went straight to her bedroom and got back to work.  After a little oral fun, she got on all fours and I entered her from behind.  And I fucked her.  And I fucked her hard.  I can still hear the sound of our skin slapping and her screaming into her pillow every time she came.  Finally, I pulled my cock out and started jerking it, spraying cum all over her ass.

I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs.  I was still rock hard.  I don't know how.  I don't know why.  I just was.  Maybe the adrenaline was keeping me going.

"Fuck me some more.  He wishes he could fuck me like you."

I fucked her for another half hour.  She kept cumming and cumming, still on her own adrenaline high.  Finally, I let loose, shooting another load into her pussy.

We collapsed in the bed for a couple of minutes.  

After a few minutes of silence, she said, "You'd better get going, honey."

I agreed, considering that it was after eleven.  I gave her a kiss and got dressed and got the fuck out of there.  I got into my car and headed home.

Honestly, this was exhausting.  Not all the sex--I mean, that was tiring for sure.  But this was too much drama.  I didn't want to be the guy Elizabeth was with when she was inevitably caught cheating by Mike.  

Household chores can be fun.

I wasn't due at the park until the following Monday.  I hadn't heard from Elizabeth since the previous Wednesday, so when I got there, I was feeling a little better.  Maybe she had had her thrill with me and was done.

"But Ryan, why not just end it on your own?" you may be asking.

Yeah, I thought of that.  But I didn't really know Elizabeth.  All I knew was that she was a tad crazed.  Would she be pissed off and go to Mike and tell him that I had hit on her?  Would she have gone off the rails and started yelling at me and threatening to go to Don and tell him that I tried to force myself on her?  

Yeah, both scenarios, as well as others I came up with, were highly unlikely.  But I was in full paranoia after our Lake Elsinore encounter.  Plus, I've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer anyway.  

It was around 11 the following Monday.  I was inside a new rehab unit when I heard Elizabeth say, "Knock knock!"  She came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.

And then we were fucking in the back bedroom of that mobile home.

And on Tuesday, were were fucking in the back bedroom of that mobile home again.

At that point, even Mr. Happy was like, "We gotta get rid of this chick."

Then on Friday, the next time we saw her, the Luck O' The Poacher struck again.

I was expecting her to come into the unit and start stripping.  Instead, she walked up and smiled and said, "Hey, can we talk?"

Instantly, I was filled with hope.  "Can we talk?" and "We need to talk." are always signs of, "Hey, you gots to hit da road, Jack!"

Of course, I said, trying not to sound like, 1) that I knew what was coming, and 2) that I was abso-fucking-lutely thrilled that it was coming.  

"Hey....this is hard.  You're so much fun and I really enjoyed my time with you.  But I have to end it."

"Oh wow.  I understand.  I had a blast."

"So did I.  Listen, I could keep having sex with you and loving it for a long time.  But I've been cheating on Mike for some time now.  You're not the first guy.  One of these days I'm gonna get caught.  And he'll take the kids.....at some point, I have to grow up.  I have a problem.  I'm going to get some counseling for this."

Oh man, fellow poachaholics, the dance I was doing inside my head was one of sheer joy.  Picture Snoopy from Peanuts doing the Happy Dance.  I was FREEEEEEEEEEE!

She gave me a big hug and kiss and left.  I was relieved.  That one was scary.

And for the record, Mike never ever would have hit Elizabeth.  At least, that's what she told me.  She had no fear of that.  He was an old-school dude.  You have a problem with another guy, then sometimes it's time to put up your dukes.  You have a problem with a lady, you never put up your dukes.  That I certainly respect.

I will confess though, that I was worried for a week or two that Mike would have remembered passing my car down there and somehow put 2 and 2 together.  That was just paranoia, of course.  He didn't know that she was going to be down there and Chevy Novas were pretty common on the roads in those days.  And that's assuming he even noticed it.

Trish told me a few months later that Elizabeth had landed a full-time position in her school district.  She was probably thrilled to have a steady income and the opportunity to work at the same place every day.  

Elizabeth and Mike stayed in that unit until 1986, I believe.  Then they bought a house not far away from Brindlewood.  I never saw her again after that.

And we never did talk after she ended it.  Not one word.  We would see each other around the park now and again, but we'd just nod and smile at each other as we passed by.

For the record, fucking in bunk beds ain't that easy.  But it's a good thing we did.  Had we fucked in the living room, we would have been caught.  The driveway led right up to a huge window.  We would have been caught red-handed.  Mike would have seen us right from his driver's seat.

Of course, that probably would have made her just cum that much harder.

Jokes aside, Elizabeth had a problem--or thought she did.  I'm glad that she went out to get the help she needed to change.  I'm also glad I had a chance to benefit from her problem and not get the shit beaten out of me by her husband.  So I guess you could call this a win-win!

You know, a win for me and a win for Mr. Happy. 

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