Sweet Nightfall

  Sweet Nightfall

  By Kathryn Vegas

  All rights reserved.

  Copyright © 2019

  This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction, electronic sharing, or other unauthorized use of this book is prohibited without the express written permission of the author.

  Edited by Josh McCullough and Pam Anderson

  Cover Photography by Jamie Suckow Photography

  Cover Design by Paul Copeland

  Cover Bracelet: Handmade by CelticLeatherWorks.com

  Fenrir artwork by CelticHammerClub.com

  Permission granted to the author to quote lyrics from the song Lump by The Presidents of the United States of America, by the rights holder Chris Ballew.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN 978-0-578-61590-5 (Paperback)

  For

  My sweet famil y .

  I love you dearly and foreve r .

  Chapter One

  Clark was always Sara’s last resort fuck.

  Why did I agree to do this again?

  She was not feeling it tonight. There was no blood pumping through her veins, no quickening of breath.

  Is this all I have to look forward to? Lackluster sex for the rest of my goddamn life?

  Sara was thirty-nine and single.

  That is not the spot!

  Clark’s moves left a lot to be desired. She seriously considered swatting his hand away. On extra lonely nights like tonight, Clark was a harmless way to be touched by another human being. In the past that was enough. Tonight it was not.

  Clark had no idea his touches were not doing it for her. He was just happy to be there, bless his heart. Sara was a lovely woman.

  They had been neighbors and friends for a decade. Every once in a while the stars aligned; she would drink the right amount, be lonely enough and he would be there to enjoy the hell out of it.

  Tonight was one of those nights. Clark was stoked. His hand was between her legs performing a move he thought was driving her wild while he kissed her neck.

  The lights were off. It could not be seen, but Sara’s face was thoughtfully bored. She systematically moved her hips to keep up the appearance of her participation. She was spiraling into a little drunken depression. She made an obligatory moan. His poking fingers were all wrong. If Sara and Clark had not been friends for so long she would have set him straight. Hurting his feelings was out of the question. He deserved to be touched and loved as much as she did. They craved human connection. Plus, she felt sorry for him. They were lonely kindred spirits.

  Finally his poking fingers glided up to caress her breasts. He began to suckle.

  That’s better at least .

  She rewarded him with a more sincere response. Sara reached around him to rub his soft back. Clark was in his late forties and wasn’t one to exercise.

  He’s sweaty already?

  Sara moved her hand away and wiped the wetness off on the sheets.

  I’ve got to move this along. I’m not drunk enough.

  She pushed him up and over. He rested on his side next to her trying to catch his breath. “I’ll grab my vibrator and a condom, hold on.” Sara reached between her bed and end table pulling out her trusty vibrator. She opened her drawer for the condom.

  “You’re such a good woman.” He said gratefully. “I needed this. I’m glad you wanted to hang out and… and ummm… Then this.”

  Sara may not have been excited for this sexual encounter, but she was not one to miss out on an opportunity to orgasm. It was guaranteed with her vibrator. Tonight it was not happening any other way. That was certain. She knew what he wanted to hear.

  “Just fuck me, Clark.”

  While he eagerly put on the condom, Sara got on all fours. She placed the vibrator between her legs and waited. Clark was out of shape and a good fifty pounds overweight, but at least he had a nice cock. He entered her from behind and hit the spot. Sara’s pulse finally quickened.

  “Oh god! Yes!” Clark was over the moon.

  He bent over, pumping into her, his sweat dripped onto the small of her back. She ignored it and focused on her intention of getting off. She visualized herself being fucked by a virile, strong man. Her blood flowed in the right direction. Clark rested too much of his weight on her back. She was slowly being flattened.

  Ignore it! Focus on the dick .

  She kept herself on task, intensified her focus on getting off. She was now smooshed flat on the mattress. Her vibrator’s buzz muffled against the bed. Closer to a climax she moaned from deep within her throat. Groans of her pleasure sent Clark into overdrive. He withdrew and drove back in again and again. Sara tightened all her muscles and held her breath. There it was. The extended pause. The splendid moments before the orgasm throbbed through her entire body.

  Oh, thank god!

  “I’m gonna come!” Clark grunted.

  He stiffened and spastically jerked his hips. His full body weight smashed her into the mattress.

  Good god Clark, you heavy bastard!

  His belly and chest left her back soaking wet. She struggled to breathe. He finally realized he was smothering her and rolled off.

  “Oh, sorry Sara. I got caught up in the moment.”

  “I just need… to breath,” she laughed.

  At least I came .

  Sara clicked off her vibrator and tossed it back to its home. Clark rested on a pillow, his bald head shining with perspiration. His eyes closed.

  “I’m going to wash-” Sara was interrupted by a soft snore, “off.”

  Sara sighed and climbed out of bed. She padded softly to her bathroom, flipped on the light and shut the door at the same time. Shaking her head, she walked up to the mirror and looked at her disheveled self.

  “This is depressing,” she whispered.

  Clark’s snoring drifted through the wall. She really didn’t want to listen to him saw logs all night.

  “Fuck.” She whispered. There was no polite way to get rid of him. On nights like tonight, when things took this turn, he usually slept over. Sara’s daughter was at her Dad’s for the weekend.

  I guess I’m sleeping in Hazel’s bed tonight.

  Clark was a great friend and neighbor. He was always willing to help Sara with any house projects. They spent a lot of time at school events for their kids. Clark was a widower and shy. He didn’t date or make an effort to meet new people. The love of his life had passed away eight years ago. When things got extra lonely they would hang out, open a few bottles of wine and spend the night talking. It usually led to sex and happened every other month or so.

  Sara ran water until it was warm at the sink and splashed her face. She gave her vagina a splash as well. She grabbed a towel, dried her face and wiped off the water dripping down her legs.

  I need more than this.

  Her options were limited and she knew it. She was thirty-nine with no prospects for a relationship in her life at the moment. Every good man she knew was married. The single men played the field with women a decade younger than her. How could she compete for men her age when twenty-five year olds would date them?

  She frowned and shrugged at her reflection. Never one to wallow, she changed the subject and wondered aloud, “The important question now is, if there’s any wine left?” A smile formed. “I think there is…”

  She made her way quickly back to the kitchen.

  Chapter Two

  Of course Adam wanted to have sex with her. What man wouldn’t? She was beautiful. Even though
he wasn’t actually a human anymore, he was still a man.

  Kayla was twenty-three with a tight body. What Kayla lacked in personality she almost made up for with her perfect ass and she was very willing.

  She thought herself a model. She was only 5’5” but Instagram didn’t measure height. Adam popped a button on her designer silk blouse exposing a lacy black bra. Her breasts were full and perky. Held high and tight in a bra one-cup size too small. Her skin was an exotic caramel color, by choice or by birth he did not know.

  Kayla looked down at herself. “Hold on! This is too good not to post.”

  Son of a bitch.

  Adam was not surprised. She’d posted at least ten photos of herself and a couple live videos over the course of the evening. He had picked her up at eight and it was now around midnight. It had been a long night.

  Kayla posed herself perfectly, pushing out her flawless cleavage. Her face at the exact angle she had perfected from years of selfies. Click. She checked the picture then moved onto the caption and hashtag. It took a few minutes. Adam waited next to her in the private VIP bathroom they had locked themselves into.

  Oops. Oh my. That’s a sexy wardrobe malfunction. #modelsofinstagram #sexybra #hotdate… Adam zoned out as she continued to ramble out ten more hashtags as she typed. She finally tapped post.

  Kayla put her phone on the counter beside her metallic clutch. She turned back to him with a rehearsed apologetic smile, “Sorry but that was just like too sexy to pass up. My followers will drool.”

  She ran a hand down Adam’s chiseled chest to his waistband. “Let’s get back to where we were.”

  After this excruciating evening listening to her drone on about herself, if she was more than willing to have sex in this bathroom so was he.

  “You are so hot! Every girl in this place was like totally jealous of me. We looked so fucking good together. Where do you work out?” She spoke in a monotone that was never truly interested in anything enough to show true emotion.

  Adam didn’t care how hot she thought he was.

  She didn’t actually wait for his response to her question. “You want to fuck me right now?” She pulled him toward her and leaned her face up passively for a kiss.

  Good thing she’s wearing six-inch heels . It brought her a little closer to his lips at his height of six foot four inches. He kissed her long and deep. He felt himself growing hard. Her hand caressed his erection through his pants.

  “Impressive! Big Daddy.” Kayla unzipped his pants.

  Adam felt a bit of disgust forming in the back of his throat, but he was in it to win it.

  She’s smoking hot. Dumb as hell, but damn that ass .

  He reached down behind her to grab a handful. Squeezing her nice round ass made him feel better. Kayla only saw him as a twenty-four year old version of herself. Beautiful on the outside was all she was looking for. Five of the selfies she posted tonight included him to show off what a good-looking man she could get. She didn’t know he was really forty years old. He would look twenty-four forever.

  It had been such a rough night listening to her. He was tired of being alone but he had no desire to ever put himself through this again. Since he looked twenty-four, the women he tried to date were his age physically but not mentally. They had nothing in common to talk about. Not that Kayla could really carry an intelligent conversation. She hadn’t gotten a single joke he’d made all night.

  Do real twenty-four year old guys want a girl like this?

  She lifted her skirt to reveal a black silk g-string. She knew he could see her backside in the mirror behind them.

  Oh yeah, I get it .

  “That ass.” Adam could not help but say.

  “I know right?”

  Kayla freed his erection. She played with his cock, putting it through the leg of her silk panties. Gliding the silk up and down the shaft while holding him against her warm skin.

  The locked door handle jiggled as someone tried to open the door. Adam thought the jig was up, that he was not going to receive the bounty he was offered. The payoff to this horrendous evening might go up in smoke.

  “We better hurry before someone like gets suspicious and unlocks the door.” Kayla whispered.

  Alrighty then .

  Adam didn’t have to be told twice.

  Kayla positioned herself against the bathroom counter for the best viewpoint to watch her gorgeous self be fucked by this gorgeous man in the mirror.

  She pulled her skirt up to her waist and bent over the sink. Kayla did not mention a condom. Adam, being immune to any human diseases, was not going to ruin the mood by pretending he needed one. She pulled her panties down and they whispered past her toned thighs to her stilettoed feet.

  His cock was hard and ready. But first he just needed to worship that ass for a moment. He knelt down behind her. She laughed. It was not the first time a man had wanted to kiss her beautiful ass. Adam lightly nibbled and suckled at her plump checks.

  If only I could get away with just one bite. He shook off the thought.

  He couldn’t help but think such things. He could only control that he did not act on his devilish thoughts. She shivered in delight. He smacked her ass for good measure, stood up and entered her swiftly.

  “Oh, fuck yeah!” She squealed.

  He pounded into her over and over. He let himself forget about the awful evening. Adam focused all his attention on the way her pussy felt. She was slick, warm and velvety soft.

  “Unbutton your shirt!” She breathed heavily between words. “I want to see those abs while you fuck me.”

  Adam obliged.

  “Oh my god, we look so fucking hot!” She reached down between her legs to tickle her clit. “YES!! OH fuck yes!”.

  Adam felt her tightening and pulsing on his shaft, pushing him over the edge. “Where do you want me to come?” he strained to say.

  “On my ass!”

  There it was. He pulled out and came all over that pretty ass.

  Chapter Three

  Sara pulled off the last of the wires attached to her patient’s head. It was six in the morning. She’d had a long night of watching this little old lady sleep.

  “Did you get any rest, Mrs. Elton?” Sara asked.

  “Oh, I certainly did not. It was terrible. I was up all night with all these wires. I couldn’t get comfortable at all,” Mrs. Elton responded with a little extra morning grump than was called for.

  They always said that, but Sara watched them all sleep for hours just fine on the monitor. She sympathized, “I’m sorry. I’m sure we got all the info we need and the doctor will diagnose at your next visit. You’ll be sleeping like a baby in no time. Can I get you a juice or a water?”

  “Yes. I’ll take a cup of water.”

  “Go ahead and get dressed, use the restroom if you need to. I’ll be back with water. We’ll get you out of here and maybe you can go take a morning nap at home. Here is a form to fill out to rate your experience. Sign at the bottom to release the information to your primary care physician. Just leave it here when you’re done.”

  Sara walked out and down the hall to a room lined with computer monitors and surveillance screens. Her fellow sleep technicians could be seen on the screens waking their patients.

  “Ugh! I swear to God my guy farted all night long, so when I opened the door it was like a wall of fart I had to walk through to wake him up,” Kelly announced as she walked into the private sleep technician’s room. She mimed puking into the wastebasket by her station.

  Sara laughed. “Oh shit. When I saw him last night I was like thank goodness he’s not mine. I got the little old grumpy lady. Luckily her room was fart free this morning.”

  “I have the worst luck. Seriously!” Kelly shook her head, her face full of disgust like the fart still lingered in her nose. She sat down at her station and started inputting data.

  Sara opened up the Uber app on her phone. She needed a ride home. She could have asked Kelly, they had been working together for f
our years, but she didn’t like asking people for favors. There was one car available in the area. She requested a pick up.

  Sara’s daughter had turned sixteen last month and immediately gotten her license. The nights she was with her dad, Sara thought she should take the car. Her daughter, Hazel, had dropped her off at work on the way to her Dad’s last night.

  Sara filled a cup of water at the cooler and walked back into Mrs. Elton’s room.

  “Thank you,” Mrs. Elton said taking the water from Sara.

  “You’re welcome.” Sara picked up the filled out form and said, “You ready to get out of here?”

  “Oh yes, I’m going to go home and sleep,” Mrs. Elton yawned.

  Sara walked with her out of the sleep clinic and rode the elevator down to the first floor of the medical building. The area was empty this early in the morning. It was December and still completely dark. The air crisp and cold. An elderly gentleman in an old pick up truck waited at the curb. Sara helped Mrs. Elton get into the passenger seat.

  “Good bye, Mrs. Elton. Have a nice day.” She shut the truck door and waved.

  Sara returned to the sleep clinic. She finished her paperwork and cleaned her workstation. An alert chimed from her phone to let her know her Uber had arrived. One last click to log off and she jogged out of the clinic, yelling goodbye to her coworkers.

  It was dark and quite foggy. This time of year, the sun did not rise until 7:30 AM, which was almost an hour away. On the curb idling was a fairly new black Dodge Durango. She opened the back passenger door and hopped in.

  “Hello there. I’m Adam.” He turned around in his seat and looked over his shoulder at his passenger.

  “Hello…” Sara was looking at the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on. She recovered herself, “…I’m Sara, your extremely lucky passenger.”

  Sara giggled to herself like a schoolgirl. She smiled at him in disbelief. Even sitting, she knew he was tall. His broad shoulders took up more space than the width of the seat. His arm spread across to the other seat’s headrest, muscles stretched the seams of his flannel shirt.