(Chapter 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mnpv4s/sam_mf/).)
I looked for Sam. I had to look as I felt a sense of responsibility. But I also wanted to look. I didn’t want her to be gone. I was terrified that I had made a huge mistake getting myself involved with her. But I also didn’t want her to be gone.
I walked the beach for at least an hour each direction that morning. What if she washed up on the shore dead and was traced to me as the last person known to have seen her alive? Betty, the waitress at the diner saw us together and would remember. Maybe others. Shit!
No that’s crazy. She isn’t going to be dead. She just skipped out on you. Probably decided that she didn’t want to be around an older man anymore.
But she climbed into my bed. That couldn’t be an accident or misunderstood.
Unless she was sleepwalking. People do that. Maybe she got up to go to the restroom and forgot where she was and then just laid down in the bed. We did have a lot to drink.
But with a plug up her ass? That takes premeditation. Unless it was there all day. Maybe that plug was there the whole time and I never knew. How would I have known?
Maybe she didn’t even realize who I was in the dark, waking her up and taking her from behind. But at the end, looking into each other’s eyes – didn’t she have to know then? She seemed to be a very willing participant at that point.
So, I guess she is probably dead. That would be my luck. Finally get a night with the girl of my dreams and she will end up dead and I will be blamed.
Fuck. Stop it. Get laid properly one time and now you have lost your mind. She probably has a boyfriend and didn’t want to get involved in anything with strings. Reasonable, and probably for the best. God knows that I would try to keep this one.
Still, I hope she is OK. Young pretty women should not be out wandering the streets, or the beaches, alone before dawn. Bad things can happen. Hell, look what happened to her yesterday and she was walking in broad daylight. She ended up drunk on the beach and fucked by an old man.
As I walked the shoreline, I slowly started to regain a little bit of composure. Sam was most likely fine. I should just embrace the fond memory, let myself enjoy having had a dream come true, and maybe not go into panic mode.
I went back to my place and showered off both the beach and the sex, got dressed and drove through town. It had been too long now to have much hope of easily finding Sam. But I still drove slowly and looked around as best I could. I found no sign of her and eventually ended up back at the diner for some lunch.
Betty was there as usual. She smiled when I walked in and showed me to a booth. After a couple of minutes she came back and sat down on the opposite side to take my order. We chatted for a few minutes, about the weather, the beach, usual things. She asked how I was feeling this morning with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes and I remembered, again, that she had seen me with Sam.
Betty seemed to be leaning forward toward me like she was anticipating some juicy answer. But when she did that I noticed how I could see down the front of her blouse. She always dressed to show cleavage. I’m sure that helped to generate good tips. But sitting like this I could almost see nipples, and I recalled that Sam told me she thought Betty had a thing for me.
I forced my eyes back up and tried to focus on something other than Sam or Betty’s tits. I ordered a BLT and I swear I think Betty winked at me when she leaned back and got up from the booth.
The BLT arrived and Betty leaned over again to put it on the table. It seemed like she did that unusually slowly, her tits almost in my face. Probably my imagination. I have sex on the brain this morning. I need to eat and then get back to my place and get some writing done. That was the whole purpose of the trip.
The sandwich came with mayo on the side. I’m not a big fan of mayo, but I didn’t want to the sandwich dry so I used a little and put the other aside. Naturally, a few minutes later I clumsily knocked it off the table and into my lap. Got mayo right in my crotch. Oh, that’s lovely. A little karma for me this morning.
Betty came by to see what had happened as I was looking a little animated and agitated. I told her that I was going to the restroom to clean up as best I could. The diner only had one single user restroom and I didn’t bother locking the door since I was only trying to wipe mayo off my pants.
I had barely started when I heard a knock. It was Betty, who then let herself in without waiting for my reply. She had a damp wash rag from the kitchen.
She closed the door behind her and I heard the lock click. “Let me see if I can wipe that stain off for you”, she said.
Betty proceeded to wipe my crotch with the wash rag, her palm pressed firmly against me. It was pretty clear from the start that she didn’t care about the mayo. “Let’s take a look now and see if that is better”, she said.
My cock was starting to get hard before she ever got down on her knees. She carefully examined me before deciding that “We really need to check and see if that stain soaked all the way through” and unzipped my pants.
She pulled me out and licked me. Rubbed the tip of my hard cock over her lips, looked up at me and rubbed the shaft over her face, then sucked me. She used her hands and her mouth together to get me completely hard, while skillfully also releasing my belt and pulling my pants and boxers to the floor. I put my hands in her red hair, pulling her to me, and she grabbed my ass and squeezed both cheeks as I fucked her mouth.
But soon she stood. “I have customers and Julie can’t cover for me for long, so make this fast”. She quickly stripped to the waist and then faced the mirror behind the bathroom sink, bending over for me. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and rubbed and fingered her from the back while watching her in the mirror.
“I don’t have long. Just fuck me.”
So I did. I’ve been told that you just don’t argue with redheads about these things. I put my hard cock between her legs and she grabbed it and pressed it to her pussy. Soft and wet. I felt myself slide inside her as I took her by the hips and began to fuck her.
I could watch her in the mirror and see her looking back at me. I could see the reflection of her huge tits, then look down at her ass while I fucked her.
“Do it harder. Faster. I don’t have long. Make me fucking cum”
I forgot where I was. I forgot about Sam. Lost in the moment I did fuck her harder and faster. My balls slapping against her with every thrust I reached up and grabbed her red hair, pulling her head back while I shoved myself as deep as possible.
It didn’t take long. I exploded inside her, pleased to feel her cum with me. I stayed there caught in her grip until that passed and then slow fucked her for a couple of minutes. As close to enjoying afterglow as we would get.
Betty cleaned up and dressed in about three minutes. Far faster than I could. When she was ready to leave she kissed me. Hard and passionately. “I just wanted you to remember that mature women can fuck too.” And she left.
When I got back to my booth it was all business as usual. Betty showed no indication of what had happened in the restroom. But after I was finished she brought me a slice of pie on the house. “I think you earned some pie”, she said.
I was thinking about coming back to the diner that evening as I left. But once I got outside my thoughts drifted back to Sam. What the hell happened to her?
I went back to my place but I didn’t do any writing. I couldn’t focus. I just went out on the beach and watched the waves. Maybe when I come back out here in a couple of week I can be productive again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mx2l2v/sam_chapter_2_in_which_sam_does_not_appear_mf