The Last Jar--Tim and Grace Ch. 01

"Depends on your interests. I'm an outdoorsy kind of guy—hunt, camp, fish and hike. I've got a boat that I take out most weeks during the summer, and an ATV that I ride up in the hills."

"Well, suppose you don't do any of those things. Besides, it's dark. Hard to hike in the dark." Grace had spent her entire life in cities. She didn't understand the pull of the wilderness, and figured it was just another reason to get drunk without supervision.

"You're right. Let's go back to your hotel. There's a nice lounge there, where we can just sit and relax."

"Ok. And if I get bored with you, I can just go upstairs." But if she didn't get bored with him, she could invite him up. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to get back to whatever else he had going on in his life. And she was feeling a sexual tug towards him that was building in intensity the longer she spent time with him. He was so big, handsome and looked like he could break her in half without breaking a sweat. That was an attribute she admired. She hadn't found another man like that for years.

There was one who she dated some years ago. Jake Reed, a professional body builder, attracted her the same way Tim did: He was incredibly strong and had a monstrous physique. They dated casually for nearly a year, punctuated by vicious arguments followed by hot, steamy sex.

That pattern persisted for six months, until Jake decided he needed to get bigger so that he could win more prestigious competitions. He began taking steroids and HGH to boost his muscle mass, and the therapy worked for awhile. But the downside of the drug use showed up in the bedroom, and in his moods. He became totally disinterested in sex, preferring to work out almost fanatically. And his moods became erratic, as he swung from euphoria to rage and back. Grace found it hard to keep up with his splintering personality.

Not only that, but she was having problems at work. She had been introduced to the glass ceiling of the Paterson Police Dept.—she would never become a detective, a supervisor, or even a lead tech—even though she was far superior in skills to anyone else on the force. The combination of the trouble at home and frustration at work led her to relocate from NJ to Seattle.

The break was just what she needed. Since her move, her career had taken a leap forward, which would soon result in the target she had been seeking for years—Chief of Detectives.

Chapter 3

Tim waited for her to return to the present as he watched her in her reverie. He asked, "How many years of memories was that?"

"Shut up. Just a few. So where is this lounge, anyway? This hotel is really confusing."

"They do that on purpose so that you'll stay inside and gamble more," Tim said. "If you notice, there are no clocks or windows on the casino floor. That way, you can't tell what time it is or whether it's day or night. Bill Harrah, who started Harrah's, had a saying. 'You make the ceiling really boring, and you make the carpet really ugly, so the guest only focuses on the games.' He did well with that idea, so much that every casino in the world copies it."

"Fascinating. How did you learn so much about the gaming business?"

"It happens if you live here long enough. Most of the locals don't gamble at all. But many of them gamble for entertainment, like other people go to movies or plays. Gambling is part of the entertainment budget."

"Like you riding your ATV?"

"Yep. Just like that. The lounge is through here."

Tim led her through a darkened corridor to a dimly lit lounge, the Firepit. A pianist played softly in one corner. The banquettes were plush, comfortable, and covered with suede that felt like luxurious silk. Each one was positioned for privacy, as if you were sitting alone. Two fireplaces were inside the lounge, both of them crackling and glowing with a romantic hue. The lounge was quiet, devoid of slot machines or the rabble of a busy casino. Thick curtains hung along the walls, dampening the sounds from outside and in. Four statuesque waitresses in shimmering evening gowns serviced the guests. There were no single people in the lounge—just couples and a few threesomes, apparently preparing for ménages a trois later in the evening.

It was voted the most romantic in Reno ten years running by a local newspaper.

"Is this OK?" Tim asked. He wasn't sure Grace would like a lounge like this one. If she didn't, he'd take her to a biker bar just down the street. There was always something different to do in town.

"This is...fine...not what I expected..." Grace was falling for Tim, and didn't even expect it when she landed that morning.

When they entered the lounge, she found herself relaxing, getting more comfortable with the feelings her body was experiencing. During the evening her pulse had become more rapid, almost fluttering within her chest. Her breasts seemed larger, nipples swelling during their conversations. Her pussy was damp during dinner despite the work they were doing; just sitting close to him seemed to awaken her desire.

She wasn't used to being seduced. She was usually the ball buster—the one who dashed the hopes of her comrades, joking about their wives, cracking the single cops about their failed attempts at dating, all the while just working, building her career, hoping that someone was watching her. Perhaps someday she'd get another promotion that would make the struggle worthwhile.

But right now, she was enveloped with luxury, and consumed by Tim's attention to her. They ordered drinks from a spectacular brunette. She knew Tim. "Hi, Tim, welcome back. The usual?"

"Yes, Brandie, good to see you." He winked at her.

"And for the lady?"

"Gimme a Jack on the rocks."

"Certainly. Just take a minute."

While they waited, Grace asked Tim, "How many women have you brought here?" She wanted to know whether or not she was just another notch on his belt.

"Only a couple, but none in the past 3 months. Are you jealous?" He didn't much care. If that bothered her, she could just go right upstairs by herself.

"No, I'm not jealous. What makes you think I'd be jealous?"

"Why did you ask?" Tim replied. "If it were me, it wouldn't make any difference. Maybe you should go upstairs after this drink. You know, you can be a real ball-buster sometimes." It didn't matter to him one way or the other. He could easily find a companion tonight if she wasn't willing to be one.

"Hold it a minute." Grace could feel the moment slipping away, and she didn't want that to happen. What would be the alternative? Gamble? Get drunk? Watch stupid movies on TV?

Their drinks arrived. Tim lifted his glass. "A toast to the case, and your Reno visit." He smiled, looking deeply into her eyes. Once again, she felt her face flush and her pulse quicken. "Thanks, and to you as well," she managed.

She'd much rather spend time with this man now than face the night alone.

She licked her lips, gazed into his eyes. "I've really enjoyed our time together so far, and I don't want to fuck it up by pissing you off. Truce?" She held out her hand.

"Truce." He eschewed her hand, reached around her shoulders, pulled her face close to his, and kissed her gently, then with a bit more pressure. He slipped his tongue between her lips, making her gasp. He kissed with prowess, honed by his broad experience with women. He had an active social life, despite his job. The ladies he dated worked in the casino industry, available round the clock, but not seeking permanency. His reputation as a good lover spread throughout the network of dealers, waitresses, cashiers and entertainment people who depended on tourism for their livelihoods.

So when Grace felt his lips against hers, she responded with a surge of desire. Their kiss deepened, as her breathing became irregular, nipples engorged, her center becoming hotter as his tongue fenced with hers. Her pussy began to swell, and she could feel the wetness begin to sweat through her pores.

"I...wait...." She was stammering. Stammering! This didn't make any sense at all! Get a hold of yourself, woman!

"No. No waiting." Tim continued to kiss her, slid his hand into her blouse, and flicked her left nipple into full erection under her bra. "I like your nipples," he said.

"Mmmmmmm..." She was dripping now, squirming in her seat, a victim of her desire. "Thank you for...kissing me..."

"My pleasure. Any complaints?"

"No...complaints..." This was getting waay out of hand. She hadn't lost control like this in years. But Tim was such a catch, she couldn't help herself. Her vagina was soaked, and she felt her clit swelling between her legs. She crossed them quickly, rubbing her thighs together tightly. Tim noticed her agitation, slid his hand up her thigh to her crotch. For a change, she wore a skirt rather than slacks. Her smooth skin quivered as his hand rose up her leg. He could feel her heat radiating from her pussy.

"Your room?" He whispered to her, nibbling her earlobe, letting his breath tickle her skin.

"Yyyesss....now." She was at his mercy now. An unexpected turn of events.

Tim threw some money on the table, led her out of the room. For once, she didn't feel compelled to have a cigarette. Just being with him was overwhelming her desire to smoke.

They shared the elevator rubbing against each other. Tim's erection was pushing against her thigh; she grabbed his enormous shoulders and thrust her hips upward, a new sensation since she broke up with Jake. They continued to kiss as they stumbled into the hotel hallway. She quickly swiped her key, opened the room.

"Come here..." she panted, nearly speechless with desire. She stripped off her blouse and skirt, pulled him down to the bed, and felt his heaviness settle atop her body. He stripped as well, revealing his finely sculpted torso and striated legs. She saw him nude for the first time and a gush of cream traveled down her leg. His silhouette was a perfect triangle above, massive thighs and calves below. The center of his body rippled with strength, rock-hard abs and a round, dimpled ass. His rod was between her legs, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. He teased her with the tip of his cock, making her shake with passion.

"Fuck me, fuck me NOW!!" she yelled, pulling on his cock. He grabbed her hips, pulled her close and dug his nails into her butt. She surrendered to the force of his first thrust, throbbed in unison with him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh....Oh!" She surrendered to his strength, his passion, and his thick manhood, which was scraping the inside of her vagina. She felt an earthquake surge through her body, making her legs and arms shake. "Mmmmmm, I...I'm almost...there..." she gasped, thrusting hard against his body. She felt her pussy walls contract, clamping around his thick cock. She was close to coming, rushing headlong from a dark tunnel into bright sunlight. Her breathing became even more rapid, as her climax was just seconds away.

Suddenly she felt the full effect of her orgasm, propelling her into another world. Her vagina exploded with sensation, pulsing madly around Tim's unyielding cock.

"OH MY GOD!!! UHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed. Her climax was so strong it nearly took her head off. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. Her whole body stiffened for a moment; then, she began to vibrate, quivering from head to toe, seeking his mouth, clawing his wide shoulders and folding her long legs around him, locking her ankles around his back. "Help me, I'm coming....again!" She was at her wits' end, completely out of control. She could feel another peak sweeping across her belly, as her stomach muscles twitched involuntarily, drawing her pelvis upward to meet his unrelenting thrusts. Her pussy continued to contract, milking Tim's cock. Now, she was speechless; all of her words were contained in the way her body responded to the man atop her.

Meanwhile, Tim was holding onto this voluptuous tigress, trying not to come too soon. When he felt her pussy grab his cock, he knew that she was coming. He was surprised when her contractions continued and she said she was coming again. It seemed as if she was multi-orgasmic—and inexhaustible.

He loved it. He sped up his motion, pounding into her with a fury he usually held in check. Most of the women he dated couldn't handle his strength. So he had to tone down his bedroom acrobatics, to keep from hurting his partners.

He didn't have to do that with Grace. She was plenty strong enough, and large enough, to handle even the most punishing blows he could administer. At last, he could be himself in bed. So their coupling became a test of wills—strength for strength, power for power, blow for blow. Neither one of them wanted to give in. And in the process, both of them were introduced to a lovemaking intensity that was new for each of them.

He could feel his climax beginning to assert itself. His cock swelled even larger as he pounded into her, and he was finally ready to take his pleasure. "It's my time...I'm going to come inside you..." he said. "Oh yes, do it lover, do it..." Grace didn't resist. But in truth, she couldn't resist.

"Ahh, MMMmmmm, huh, huh, huh..." Tim panted, as he felt his spunk fill her love tunnel. His thrusts became even more intense as he pumped his jism into her pussy. A thin sheen of sweat popped out on his forehead. Grace felt the first throbbing from his cock, and came again.

"UHhhhh..." She was nearly incoherent as she vibrated around his cock, pussy snapping crazily, breathing shallow and rapid. Her nipples stood up like pebbles, but were crushed by his massive, rock-hard chest.

For what seemed like an eternity, they reveled in the climax dance. Grace wailed as she continued to orgasm, a completely new experience for her. Tim growled as his beautiful tourist continued to cum, over and over again.

At last, they calmed down, breathing returned to normal, eyes came back into focus. Tim spoke first.

"You are an amazing lover. Thank you so much!"

Grace wasn't as coherent as he was. "Ssso are you...Damn!" She had felt an aftershock that made her whole body quiver. It was the first time she'd ever experienced that. She clutched the sheet to keep from falling off the bed.

"Welcome to Reno," Tim said with a sparkle in his eye. "I hope you've found the entertainment...satisfactory." He was just a bit more cocky than usual. Multiple orgasms on a one night stand were rare. They happened, but much less frequently than the movies would have you believe.

"Yyyes I did, you sonofabitch." Grace hated being out of control, and wasn't happy about the way he'd seemingly seduced her without any effort whatsoever.

But then again, she was truly satisfied sexually for the first time in years.

She could thank Tim for that, at least. But she didn't want him to know how completely she had surrendered to him.

Tim seemed to read her mind. "You can cut the ball-buster crap. I could tell you were on another world when we were fucking. So don't sit there naked, wet pussy, hard nipples and swollen clit, and try to tell me that you didn't like it. Because I know you did."

Shit. He was smarter than most men. But that wasn't difficult. Most men were idiots.

The other thing, the thing she hated, was that she wanted more. She wanted to feel his body next to hers again, feel him enveloping her in that massive embrace, and perhaps more lovemaking. If he was able to.

When he mentioned her body, each part responded to his words. When he said 'wet pussy,' her pussy surged with a fresh round of cream. When he said 'hard nipples,' their points tightened further, until they ached for his touch. And her clit swelled to the size of a walnut when he mentioned it. She snaked her hand between her legs to softly rub it, and hoped he didn't notice.

He busted her. "I see you touching yourself. Wouldn't you rather have me do that?"

"I....well, I guess so..." She didn't expect him to be so blunt. But she wasn't sure he knew how she liked to be touched.

"What is it? Don't you think I know how to finger you?" Tim asked.

"Well, I've got a special way of doing it." Grace didn't want to show him.

"Show me." Tim had seen everything in the way of females touching themselves.

"Fuggedaboutit." She relied on her Jersey vocabulary, hoped it would put him off.

"No, I mean it. Show me how you touch yourself." He moved away from her, sat at the desk, waited. His cock flopped between his legs, half-hard. He was waiting for a show.

"Ok, ok." She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, crossed her legs with her hand in between, began to rock back and forth. She was masturbating by rubbing her thighs against her clit and localizing the sensation with her hand. Within a couple of minutes, he saw her face flush, her breathing become raspy. She was enjoying performing for Tim, and as she moved faster, she saw her audience begin to react—his cock started to swell, lengthening along his leg, until it was at its full tumescence. When it reached its full length, she began to pant, squeezing her legs together even more tightly, then quivered from head to toe, feeling her climax, made more intense by the interest of her lover.

Grace stammered, "I...uh, do that on stakeouts sometimes. Keeps me from getting bored." She was still feeling the little earthquakes, making her toes curl, her legs vibrate.

"Thank you," Tim said. "That was a terrific performance. Now it's my turn to touch you." He moved to the bed, slid his hand between her still-quivering thighs, felt her wetness and her swollen clit beckoning him. He became even harder, and the weight of his cock pressed against her leg, stimulating her in a way she hadn't expected.

Tim ran his hand across her stomach, felt her breath draw in sharply. She opened her legs to him, grabbing his hand and placing it on her wetness. "Touch me now," she gasped. He snaked his finger inside her, curled his index finger upward to massage her G-spot. He could feel it swelling inside her, becoming engorged. He knew that if he continued to stroke her, she would have an explosive orgasm. He wanted to watch her face when she did.

She was moving underneath his groping hand, wiggling her ass and grinding her hips. She was on the verge of yet another orgasm, this time on his fingers. She felt a surge of...something...coming from deep inside her vagina. Tim continued to stroke her G-spot, watching her face. It was flushed, her mouth open, her body covered in sweat.

Her hips began to jerk erratically, back and forth; then, a deep contraction pushed Tim's finger out of her pussy. Next, a jet of fluid sprayed across the bed, landing on his leg. She began to thrash on the bed, kicking her legs uncontrollably.

"OHHHH....MMMMMMMM...AIEEEEE!" She screamed as her climax catapulted her into another dimension. She was shaking, quivering with abandon, as her pussy continued to squeeze, and more liquid poured out onto the bed.

Tim licked his fingers as he watched her have her first squirting orgasm. She was really enjoying herself, even without being touched. Her vagina throbbed for fully 5 minutes, a record for any sexual encounter she had ever had. When she calmed down, he placed his cock next to her pussy. "More?" he asked.

"Now, YES!" She pushed him on his back, straddled his body, quivered as she lowered herself on his cock.

"Mmmmmmm...that feels good...." She ground her hips hard onto the base of his erection, rubbing her clit with her fingers as they pleasured each other. Her tits were hanging over his face; he suckled her hard left nipple, felt her pussy grab his cock. He knew another orgasm was on its way.

She was magnificent in bed. And he was doubly glad that she was a good looking cop, too. She wasn't beauty queen material, but women like that weren't his type. He liked ladies who were more approachable and didn't need to be coddled. Grace was one of those women.