Ruby, Ruby

Ruby, Ruby

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Based on the famous song about a number written on a rest room wall

Summary

Based on the famous song about a number written on a rest room wall

Content

Submitted: October 14, 2017

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Content

Submitted: October 14, 2017

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I walked into that public bathroom, began to void my body of pee, and looked up to see the writing on the wall. For a good time call…?

The hungry people aching for fulfillment of their dream will advertise anywhere possible. The restroom is best for many because it is untraceable and it is free. No need for a land line.

To join in, purchase a burner phone and keep the burner for a maximum of two days to three days. Fifteen bucks a pop for the best time; call.

I called some of those numbers and ninety per cent of the time a man answered and I clicked off. The other five per cent were much more interesting. There were women offering a good time and their desperation was in their voice when they answered.

“Hello…,” a female answers.

“Did you put your number on a restroom wall?” I asked.

“If I tell you that I did, what would you say?”

“Would you like to meet up someplace safe and see what happens,” I reply.

 

It is now up to us both to meet where she, (and I) feel safe enough that we won’t worry about a kidnapping, a mugging, or a robbery. It is what it is, a man meeting a woman. If we can tolerate each other, the meeting will become an interlude into our lives.

Sometimes I am so horny that I have no standards except to give what I have and get what I can get. Other times I am more particular, as are the women that reply to me. The meetup is usually a fast food joint where I agree to arrive ahead of her and sit at a place we both agree will be safe. At meetup time I will put my left hand by my ear and my right hand in front of my face pantomiming making a rotary dial call. I know she usually is there before me, and if she sees me and is willing to break the ice, she will walk to me in less then five minutes.

The first woman I met was afraid because of my height. She was a diminutive four feet nine and she thanked me for coming and meeting and said, “You are too much for me, I'm sorry, good bye,” and she walked out as if her pants were on fire. There was no harm done. We met face to face. If there is no chemistry between us, there is no reason to expect that we might make any out of nothing.

Three weeks after this woman I hooked again and I took the bait to meet at a different fast food place. This time it was a score. No, now that I think about it, it would be too crass to call a score. It was a life time event that I never anticipated.

 

She walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder while I was doing my signing, “Hey mister, I think you are dialing me!”

I looked up, smiled, and I liked the woman I saw in front of me.

“Hello, my name is Michael. Yes, I was imaginning when I was dialing for someone exactly like you.”

She sat down across from me and shook my hand.

She was very attractive, very feminine, and well dressed.

 

“You can call me Ruby, but that’s not my real name. I am not from here and I am trying to be very anonymous.” she began to explain. “I have a room at the motel two hundred yards from here and if you are willing, I would like you to to spend the night with me and give me peace. I will also try to fulfill you and give you a good time,” she put all her cards on the table.

“I am not a guy in drag,” she said. “Bend under the table down and look up my skirt.”

I did bend down under the permanantly installed table and looked up her skirt. She moved her legs apart and I saw a female pussy that was shaven.

“Let’s walk out the door and I’ll give you more proof.” she suggested.

We walked out of the fast food joint away from the restaurant where no cars were parked. She turned away from the restaurant and opened her coat. She was naked from her waist up!

“Put your hands around my boobs and feel for scars, surgeries, or anything else that might worry you.” she implored.

I did and I felt wonderful natural thirty four C’s that were unblemished. As I felt her nipples they reacted positively.

 

“Okay," I said, "We'll go to your room. Please unlock the door, turn on the lights and enter. If I feel anything going down I am gone. If we get to bed to have a good time; I hope you don’t mind if I wear protection.”

She nodded her head in agreement, looking happy and sad. She walked us to a corner ground floor room and used her computer card to open the door. She pushed it wide open and turned on the overhead light. I looked as well as I could even though I was distracted by her taking off her coat and being nude from the waist up. She turned to me and smiled as she unlatched her skirt and took that off as well. Kicking off a pair of sandals I saw that she was as nude as the day that she was born.

I was feeling like a lobster shuffling into the trap to get the bait. I pulled the door behind us, locked it, ran to the bathroom, scanned the shower, nobody there. I hopped back into the room and looked in the closets and under the bed. Nobody there.

Ruby was almost laughing as she watched my antics. She went to the  front door and latched it tight.

“Michael,” she said. “There is never any harm for you from me tonight. You can wear a rubber and I won’t mind. But it really isn’t necessary for you.”

“I found out two weeks ago that I have a fatal liver cancer and I will die in a week to ten days. No cure, no way out. My life ends too soon.”

“Look at me, I was consumed trying to make a success in my life. I never married, no kids, nothing but my work.” she looked in my face letting her death sentence sink into my mind, heart and soul.

She walked into the bathroom, got a towel that she moistened in the sink and added some lotion on it. She began rubbing her sweet face, and then her beautiful body. I could begin to see the yellow of her jaundice everywhere that she had covered with makeup.

“So this is me,” she said. “You can walk out now, or tonight you can help me live with me completely and give me something good to hold onto in my mind until I die.”

I pulled my clothes off. I did not put on a rubber. I undressed, turned back the bedding and turned off the lights. We got in bed and stroked each other until we were both ready to ride that roller coaster of life. We both came together at once and we were both crying. The ecstasy and the agony of being human allowed us to give and take that entire night, that I will remember until I will pass to a better place.


“You give me something I can hold on to
I know you'll think I'm like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall. I've got your number
I need to make you mine, please don't change your number.”


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