I stuffed the bag under by arm‚ winked at the rest of the clerks, asked them quietly to get down on the floor, soft voiced, no shouting. I heard once that was more frightening than yelling like some brainless idiot.

No one moved. Hmm. What was I doing wrong? Perhaps a different approach...

“Get the fuck on the floor before I splatter your fucking heads all over the wall."

Their heads disappeared faster than my last paycheck. I ran for the door, stepped over a couple customers who were hugging linoleum. Near the front door was a young woman wearing a gold blouse, matching shorts, long blonde wavy hair, with strong legs and, well, not too bad looking in a familiar sort of way. I needed a hostage and this kid was it. “Come on‚ up‚ get up”‚ I yelled at her for good effect.

“What? Me?”, she stuttered, looking around, "Whatdayawant?” her voice‚ nervous but strong for a potential hostage. I hoped she wasn’t going to be difficult.

“Get your ass over here”. I yelled‚ a little stronger this time, pointing my gun in her general direction. I nearly scared myself. I had to get out quick. Fuck it. I reached, pulled her to her feet and out the double bank doors; we were in the street basking in hot afternoon sun in five seconds‚ my gun in one hand and the surprisingly short blonde in the other. I tore my mask off, wiped sweat from my eyes. Damn! I caught a glimpse of my car being towed, disappearing around the next corner. Shit. Unfucking believable!

“Where’s your car?”, I demanded, hoping she had one, if she had driven to work and what the hell I was going to do if she hadn’t, didn't. Christ! I kept one eye on the bank door and another down the street for flashing red and blue.

“Huh?”

“Where’s your fucking car‚ I yelled‚ pulling at her blouse which ripped in my hand‚ exposing a couple bouncing breasts. She wore no bra. I recognized those tits from a video I had seen. Tonya Harding for Christ sakes! Honest. Hard to believe but under the circumstances, why would I lie?

“Over here”‚ Tonya said‚ grabbing my hand and guiding me to her truck which was parked nearby. She squeezed my hand, suddenly excited. Hmm. What the hell?

We jumped in, Tonya driving and together we tore through town, passed Carl's Gas Station, then down a long country road with tons of money, Tonya's tits bouncing‚ and the sound of a siren wailing somewhere in the distance. We took a corner hard and a hubcap spun loose, disappeared off into a ditch on my right. I’d had a lot of breaks in my life, none good. And now I had resorted to bank robbery. What a life. Maybe not perfect but then again‚ Tonya had joined me, good or bad. Perhaps my luck would change.

"I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for everything I’ve done. But these days I can’t remember much‚ you know? They’ve passed the baton now and I’m out for good. No one pays much attention to me. I really goofed there, you know, right at the end. Did I tell you I was sorry? Okay, I know. I’m just skating the issue but the truth is I can’t remember what really happened, and to be honest, even what happened yesterday.

Yes‚ I can blame the people who supported me. They became too ambitious to get things done the right way, the legal way. And yes‚ they broke the law but I’m repsonsible. They did it for me‚ Nancy.

I love you‚ always have. You remember those nights we use to spend together, between our trips around the country? You use to think I was a good lover and perhaps even a good actor when I was on TV‚ that I knew what I was doing and could pull it all off. Yes‚ I have my following.

I know you still love me‚ Nancy. I’ll have that forever. Take care of me as I fade away and my mind leaves me forever. I’m thinking of you. My bush is old and gray now, and so too, the son, but I’ll always have you Nancy – The Gipper‚ Ronald Reagan."

My most common fantasy of her deals with Tonya practicing at the ice rink. I am there and we have spoken several times before (friendly chat). I feel fantastic that she even notices me‚ but after several months of seeing her at the rink‚ we find ourselves alone. I’m waiting to lock up the rink‚ but praying that she never stops skating. While attempting her patented tripple‚ she tumbles and falls to the ice. I hear her scream in pain. I run to the ice and help her off the ice. She holds her knee and starts to cry. Seizing the opportunity to touch her‚ I push her hands out of the way and start to massage her swollen knee. She slowly starts to relax and smile. "That feels good Mike" she says softly. I continue to massage her while asking if it hurts anywhere else. I move my hand down her leg to her calf first. "Does it hurt here?" I ask. "No…I’m okay" she replies. I move my hands up above her knee. "How about here?" I ask nervously. She moans softly and in a joking voice says‚ "Careful Mike‚ you’ll get me excited." I giggle and mumble "Only in my fantasy"……Tonya’s expression changes instantly and she says "OH MY GOD MIKE….I’ve been fantasizing about you for months!!!!!" I move one hand to her shoulder and pull her to me. She slides her hands around my waist and pushes her face towards mine. I don’t have to tell you where my fantasy goes from here. Tonight I am a God!!!!

Tonya Harding walked in my direction. I'd been waiting for 20 minutes, standing silently by the sidewalk under dripping alder branches. Tonya was on her way home and here I was, ready to intercept her, change our lives forever. Or so that was the plan.

Her apartment was two blocks down and one over but I didn’t want this to happen there. I had plans and we must keep to them. Anyway, best to take her for myself, alone where I could do with her what I wanted with little chance someone would find us there in the apartment.

Here it is, I thought, as Tonya was just about upon me, the moment, the time, the act, my moment with Tonya Harding. Would I chicken out, allow her to pass, never knowing if I could pull it off? My hesitation left in an instant, filed away as unimportant. Careful though, I thought, I don’t want her to see me at the last instant and run down the street screaming bloody murder. But of course, that would all be an act. I waited until she had just passed me then, at the last possible instant, I grabbed her from behind‚ my right hand over her mouth, strong and determined so she couldn’t scream, my left arm around her waist, pulled her backward, away from the street, down an incline. As we rolled a couple times and slid the rest of the way down the hill, a truck sped by on the street above with a wail of wind and oily mist. Tonya was stronger than she looked, stronger than even the Tomboy persona the world knew so well. She struggled furiously as we slid into the ditch into a mass of bushes. She was still, unmoving, a lump on soggy ground. Either she had hit her head on an oblong rock or she was pretending to be knocked out. I placed a cold hand over her neck; she was alive‚ breathing, eyes open but was she conscious?

We were out of sight from above, in a four by eight foot clearing in the middle of a small stand of bushes and wet grass. Cars passed above with their wet tire sounds, reflected yellow headlights and distant street lights shone over Tonya’s muddy form. I touched her neck and her long, wavy blonde hair and I began to remove her soiled denim jacket.

I took comfort in knowledge that she was breathing steadily, evenly but Tonya looked different here on her back, somehow frail and small. What had I done? Was she okay. Should I stop now, do something, run away. She was breathing, alive, mine. I couldn’t stop. I had to continue. I had this cute female body to myself and I was gonna fuck it!

I tore her blouse off, buttons popped and I thought I heard or at least felt Tonya gasp or respond a bit. I'm not sure. I was busy with the sudden pleasure of my cock growing huge while I saw Tonya being undressed by myself. Her skin glistened naked‚ smudges of mud and wetness ran over her ribs, soaking her bra. I searched for the fastener, pulled her bra off, gasped at her naked breasts, then kissed each, warm and tender on my face, my tongue sliding over her large nipples. I could feel some movement from her chest. I removed her shoes and socks, then the latch of her tight jeans opened easily. I pulled them off nervously, but with great pleasure. Now, except for her white panties Tonya Harding was exposed, naked.

Days of careful planning had come to this moment. I had no mind for mistakes. My heart pounded as my fingers fumbled, both hands shaking. I could hardly breath I was so excited, scared with what I was doing. I was weak with pleasure, the thrill of excitement and the sight of Tonya's naked body, all mine for as long as I wanted. I reached my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties‚ felt the heat of her body as I pulled them slowly across her muscular thighs, down to her knees‚ exposing a liberal patch of dark blondish curly hair and the ah so feminine slit in the middle just under her visible clitoris. Then, in one motion,I pulled her panties all the way off‚ tossed them beside me.

There she was, Tonya Harding, lying on wet grass, rain falling over her naked body, running down dark blonde pussy hair, running in tiny rivers down her legs. Dark green fern and weeds grew around her body. She looked so natural, but so stark naked on the bed of wet moss. If I had not seen her breathing I might have considered her a corpse cooling in the evening light. Tonya looked like a statue, her arms by her side, her legs straight together, just lying there, naked. Then I reached into my pocket and flipped open a small camera. It had no flash so I had to hold the camera very still, trying not to get any rain into the lens. That was the plan all along. The view was from just below her knees, looking upwards toward her pussy and tits. Her chin could be seen between her two mounds of flesh. I took the picture.

Satisfied, I then carefully spread Tonya’s legs wide open, moved her knees upward, and carefully placed my face into the warmth of her thighs, into her bush. I pulled her pussy lips apart, saw the warm, moist pinkness inside. Tonya was an enchanting mixture of pussy, wet leaves and moss. I licked her like a lollypop, working my tongue from just above her ass, moving upwards, sliding my tongue deep into her vagina, feeling her hot juices run over my lips. Then I glided my tongue upward all around her hardening clit, my tongue moved through her pussy hair. I swallowed a bit of her juices, smelled the sexy nasty fragrance of Tonya Harding. I could hardly wait to get my cock deep inside but I must take my time, love the moment, take it all in, explore.

I moved my hands all over her naked hips and thought I felt her move a bit. Was she awake, pretending, afraid to move? Was her body responding to me a bit or was she just scared out of her mind, afraid to move, afraid to respond? Was it just my imagination? I didn't think about it more than a half second, not with her naked body beneath me.

Tonya's legs still spread wide and the smell of pussy filled the air like a press ‘em while you wait shop. Was this her game? I couldn’t think. Was she now to wake? Was that the plan? I couldn't remember nor care. She was mine, no matter what she did, she was mine.

I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my shoes in one motion. I was so weak from the excitement I nearly fell over. I could hardly get my body to respond to my commands, to move in any decent coordinated way. My huge erection bobbed at her in the moonlight as I moved between her hips. I spread her legs wide, taking it all in. Then suddenly I pushed my huge cock into her pussy, sliding deep with little resistance, her female juices making my plunge easier and more pleasurable.

My god, what a feeling. I was ready to burst. I had to stop now and again to keep myself from cuming. I slid again into her pussy, slowly, wanting to squirt into Tonya's vagina. She was tight, hot, naked. My hips moved slowly, my back arched wide. I plunged deep, feeling the pressure inside Tonya, the incredible warmth and moisture of the woman, my hairy balls hitting her soft thighs, wondering if I should finish now or hold it longer, if I had any choice. Her tits jiggled as I fucked her, the slap of my hips against hers making a familiar sound. Her head bobbed side to side, her legs over my shoulders, my hands groping her feminine naked body. I squeezed her breasts then pinched her hard nipples. She moaned a bit. I fondled the insides of her warm, silky thighs, and around her ass. I could feel my hard erection wanting to squirt all over Tonya's face, her pussy, anywhere, everywhere.

I fucked her deeply, stopping the plunge of my cock, feeling her cervix, the play of the bottom of her hips against me, my hands grabbing Tonya's breasts.

I pulled out of her pussy and looked down between her legs, the tip of my cock resting just inside her open pussy. I looked at Tonya's face, her eyes closed, that famous stubborn, independent face, her naked body, knowing that I was inside her, having her all to myself, fucking Tonya Harding.

Then I moved back onto her hot pussy and fucked her hard again, faster and faster, feeling her body all around me. I was cognizant that it was barely possible for someone to hear me on the street above but they couldn't see us. But it didn’t really register. This moment was mine. I was safe. Her body was reacting to my fucking her. I could hear her moaning with pleasure. She was loving it, loving my fucking her. That made me more excited, fucked her faster, harder, deeper, and Tonya's moans turned to soft cries of pleasure because she could barely control it. Her body was taking over and she wanted release as much as I, her hands pulling my hips toward her, causing me to fuck her faster, deeper.

Then suddenly, "No, Goddamn it, no!”, Tonya groaned, moving beneath me, “What the fuck are you doing!" She made a half frantic move to escape, slapped and clawed at me hard, dug into my shoulder with $2 nails.

I’d have none of it. I moved and faced her, towering over her small body, pinning her down. I tasted her lips, pressed hard on her mouth, keeping her from talking or screaming. Drops of cold rain fell from leafless branches, sizzled as the drops touched our bodies. I pumped more in earnest, all my strength holding her helpless, plunging again so deep I feared she might be damaged by the force of my passion.

Then finally I came. Long spasms I thought would never end, hoped never would end. My cum shot into Tonya, deep into her pussy, filled her vagina, and ran out over her hips and down into the crack of her ass. She gasped then, looked as though her shoe laces had just broken. She gave in, moved with me, moaning, wanting more, her hips hungry, the cheap smell of her smothering my senses.

I kept fucking Tonya Harding but soon, all too soon, I was finished, completed, satisfied. She looked at me, shivering now in the chill of the night, a determined smile on her lips; “That was better than the other night, asshole” she said. "But you could have killed me you were so rough." She kissed me tenderly. "I hope you got that picture. Let’s rehearse more, and next time, please, can we do it on a softer ditch and without all those fucking thorny bushes?”

- end

I’m walking down a dusty road. It’s hot. No cars have passed in ages. I don’t seem to have a destination in mind. A dust plume appears in the distance‚ and a pickup truck rumbles past. After it passes‚ it skids to a stop and backs up. A blond girl leans out of the driver’s side window and asks if I need a ride. I recognize her. It’s Tonya Harding! She’s looking great! Hair not too curly‚ not too much makeup‚ nicely toned biceps.

Since I don’t have a destination in mind‚ I accept her offer. For some reason I don’t ask her where she is going. Her denim shirt is unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of her cleavage. She asks me if I recognize her. Of course I do‚ I tell her! She seems flattered. We exchange stories as if we’re old friends. I discover she has a pretty laugh.

We stop for lunch. While sitting at the table‚ our knees touch and she doesn’t move hers. We make that steady eye contact that makes your heart skip a beat. Suddenly‚ neither of us is hungry. As we walk out the door‚ I take her hand. She smiles at me.

Just down the street in the nameless town we’re in there’s a motel. We walk toward it‚ both knowing where we’re heading‚ but not saying a word.

Suddenly we’re in the room. I’m laying on my back. Tonya is on top of me‚ grinding her hips back and forth. My cock is buried deep in her trim little snatch. Her arms are over her head‚ her back arched with pleasure. My hands are playing with her breasts‚ feeling the texture of her nipples. My hands slide down her waist and move her hips faster and faster. She’s as weightless as a feather.

I flip her over. She’s on her knees‚ bent over forward‚ leaning on her elbows. I can see the smooth curves of her back. Her tight little butt is right there waiting. She’s begging me to plunge into her. I can see that she’s dripping wet.

Just as I’m about to mount her‚ I wake up!

In my dream‚ I can’t seem to get past this part. Maybe sharing this with you will help….

Steve

It has been a while since we met at the rink. I was really glad my hockey game came immediately after your practice ice time. Wow‚ you really cut some deep grooves in that ice! Watching you fly around the ice really got my juices jangling. I’m sorry your skate blade broke. I’m just glad I was able to help you get off the ice and into the locker room unharmed.

As I took off your skates your feet were really cold. I hope you enjoyed the way I heated them up for you. I really didn’t mind carrying your equipment bag to the pick–up truck. I sort of like the way the seats in that big cab reclined.

It was obvious that you have had experience sucking dick. The way you massaged my testicles in just the most gentle way was spectacular. The way you took the whole load and didn’t spill a drop was quite professional.

I miss you. When’s your next practice? I’ll carry your bag.

Love‚

Jack

P.S. I scored two goals that night.

I was sitting in the waiting room‚ reading an outdated Popular Mechanics magazine and she walked in from the shop. "You the one with the ’67 ’stang?" I admitted that I was and she proceeded to explain what repairs she’d made and what the bill would come to. I hadn’t heard a word because my brain wasn’t functioning… I was just staring in her eyes. My God‚ I’m staring right into the eyes of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen!

I did everything I could think of to stall her. I just wanted more time with her. Hell‚ I must have spent 2 hours in that shop going over every little detail of that engine. All I know is that every time she bent over my hood I thought I’d go insane! It didn’t take her for long to catch on. As a matter of fact‚ it was she who mentioned that we should go for a drink that night.

Now being from the country and all‚ I’d never been too big on the Olympics or anthing like that. But that night after my "date" was over and I’d walked her back home‚ she asked me if I’d like to come in and have a piece of blackberry pie she’d made. I did‚ and let me tell you‚ for the first time in my life I found out that blackberry pie tastes a whole lot like pussy! We must have made love for hours‚ or at least that’s what if felt like the next morning‚ when I woke up to find my self in a strange bedroom‚ lying next to this blonde with messed up hair and arms still wrapped around my waist. It was then that everything added up. As I layed there‚ kissing her forehead‚ I noticed the picutres and trophys on the walls and I realized who she was. This forty–something auto mechanic with the gorgeous eyes and the body that just didn’t quit was non other than Tonya Harding the figure skater from years before! Wow‚ what a strange twist of fate. I didn’t even watch the Olympics or care too much about figure skating and here I was‚ in bed with a legend.

You know‚ the amazing thing of it is‚ now that I look back on it… the fact that she was famous wasn’t what attracted me to her. I think that’s partly why she was drawn to me too… Someone who liked her for her‚ not for the fame. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m proud of her… She’s the best damned mechaninc in town!

I was temporarily living in her Mom’s house as a lodger and kept to myself most of the time. Then one Saturday nite Tonya and her girlfriends came over after a night on the town. They were obviously very drunk and started to tease me when they noticed I was home. They wondered why I was not either out having fun or in bed with a woman. They called me a wimp and when I complained about the noise level they jumped on me. They then pinned me down and ripped every last piece of clothing off my scrawny body. I was mortified but they were in stitches laughing at the size of my willy. Tonya was definitely the ringleader and her comments about my short dick were the most venomous.

As an encore they then forced me to try on a tutu and to do a little ballet to entertain them. I was a complete laughing stock. They even took photos and showed them to everyone else. Now I want revenge so I think I may give the Sally Jessy show a call and report them.

She immediatly stopped crying and tried covering herself. Being more embarrased than she was‚ I quickly pulled my head from the door. She asked for me to hand her a towel and I quicly obliged. She got out of the shower and asked me who I was and what I was doing watching her shower. I told her my name and that I was a sports guy looking for an interview. She said she would give one if she could dress first. I didn’t see a problem in this. Not being startled by an intruder made her less shy and didn’t mind that I watched her clothe herself. My mind wandered‚ but I knew I couldn’t mix business with pleasure. Only having 35 minutes until I had to be back to the newsroom‚ I quickly conducted my interview.

My first question was why was she crying‚ and she told me she wasn’t happy with her performance that she's an emotional person who lets things bother her easily. I told her I could relate and continued. Not wanting to bring up the Nancy Kerrigan incident‚ I stayed with questions about that nights performance and future performances. I got my interview‚ which was a huge success‚ and I also got to know a great athletic figure who is also a great person.

I mumble an embarrassed apology‚ feeling like a star struck idiot. In a lame attempt to make up for my blatant staring‚ I send over a 7&7. Tonya walks up to me and thanks me for the drink but says she prefers beer. I buy her a Pete’s Wicked Ale and we end up talking. I try to stay off of the public subjects that I know her from. I could give a rat’s ass about skating. But I think back to those pictures of her honeymoon published in my favorite skin magazine and imagine Tonya riding my rigid pole‚ her Olympic class thighs squeesing my body as I try not to shoot my load too fast. Tonya has an alluring quality about her‚ yet her eyes seem sad. I buy her a couple of more beers‚ primarily trying to summon up the courage to kiss her. That is how it ends. Tonya leaves with her friend leaving me to wonder what carnal pleasures could have been realized had I had the temerity to follow my base lust.

Mmmmmm…sounds like ecstasy to me. But also She's an achiever. That's a rare find in todays world. She has the prettiest face and beautiful blond hair. WHEW and ooohhhh that body again! I could spend a week exploring her body with my tongue….head to toe. Oh hell‚ yeah. I wish in a positon where she would forget about the bullshit and just drop everything and come be with me. I would be her shelter from the storms of life and try to fill her life with joy.

Some people might think that this is a pretty boring fantasy. I’ve been called an old fashioned guy. I don’t know what it is‚ but Tonya has a kind of beauty that is hard to explain. Something about her intrigues me. I can only dream that I will get to meet her some day.

As I got closer to her‚ I then noticed that it was Tonya Harding on the ICE. I walked out on the ICE and we began my lesson‚ after a few hours she said that was enough for the day and we would start where we left off next week.

We met the next week and began‚ after the lesson she asked if I would mind giving her a ride. When we reached Tonya’s apartment she asked if I wanted to come upstairs for a cup of coffee.

As I took the tour of her apartment we got to her bedroom that had all her photos of her skating days as I walked in she slammed the door behind her and began to strip on the bed.

When I sat down on the bed she came over and slowly unzipped my jeans and began to suck on my cock when I was going to blow she continued to suck and swallowed every bit of CUM.

She then begged me to shove it up her small little ass and ride her hard and even harder while spanking her ass. Now after every skating lesson we have our weekly fuck fest‚ which is always great‚ it’s a great relaxar after the skating lessons she even puts on her skating outfits.

Now I know why my co–worker said she was great!

I’d made this drive plenty of times before‚ so once again I felt the pressures of the day drop away as that fantasy began‚ like it had so many times before. I was just at the point where I was slowly unzipping those skin–tight jeans… when I heard that sickening sound of shattering glass and twisting metal. Dammit! If the other driver reports this I really WILL lose my insurance this time! Luckily my truck was still drivable–– in fact‚ a few chips of paint and some dents on the bumper were all that I could see wrong with my car.

As I lifted my head up to look around though… I could see the crumpled pickup on the side of the road ahead of me‚ an ever–growing river of radiator fluid gushing down the hill. And then I saw HER… more beautiful than I could have even dreamed. Her face buried in her hands‚ crying hard‚ but quietly. How am I supposed to approach her? I sit‚ still dazed for just a second‚ and then decide that I at least need to make sure she’s alright‚ exchange the insurance info‚ call her a cab. I’m slowly walking over towards her… traffice moving slowly by‚ lots of rubbernecking but no one stops to help. One of the many things I’ll never understand about the city.

I suck in a deep breath as I reach her‚ still with her face in her hands. "Hi‚ m–m–m–my name’s Eric. I am s–s–s–so s–s–s–sorry." I’m really stumbling here… partly out of sheer embarassment‚ for as I’ve walked closer‚ it became obvious that this is a well–taken care of truck‚ and even more obvious that it will never be driven again… partly out of pure anger at myself for being so careless.

I reach down for my wallet. "Are you okay…? Should I call an ambulance?" No response‚ although the crying has stopped; she seems to be trying to compose herself. I flip through my wallet. "Here’s my insurance information‚ and…"

Just then‚ she looks up. Even with the black eye and marks on her neck‚ she’s easy to recognize. "My God‚ you’re Tonya Harding!"

A weak attempt at a smile. "Thanks. Glad you reminded me." She turns to look at what was once a truck but now is something that I can tell will be crushed into a cube as soon as it’s hauled off. "The truck…" The sobs start again‚ but now they are the deep throaty sobs of someone who has just gotten into a lot of trouble‚ and knows it.

She seems to be okay. Whatever those marks are‚ they didn’t come from this accident. She stumbles around for a bit‚ then catches my questioning gaze. "It’s not mine… I mean it is‚ but it’s financed… don’t have full coverage… owe $20‚000… ran that red light… what the hell am I going to do?"

Her words hit me like a slap to the face. I’m off the hook! Whatever I did‚ SHE broke the law. Certainly there will be witnesses who will attest to that.

Now‚ I’m not rich‚ but I do have a steady income. I choose to live in a dump of an apartment–– dump is being polite–– and live below my means. I’ve managed to squirrel away a good chunk of money over the last few years. Always saving‚ saving‚ saving…

"Look‚" I find myself saying‚ "I might be abe to help you out. First of all‚ let me call a tow truck to get your truck off the street." At the mention of her truck‚ the sobs intensify‚ so I pause for a second… then continue. "I’ll give you a ride home‚ or anywhere else you need to go‚ and we can try to make sense of this." I felt a sudden wetness on my cheek and instinctively looked up. "It’s about to rain and nothing will get solved on the side of the road. Come on…" I reach for her arm and grab her bicep… I knew she was a figure skater but I was shocked at how firm it was. She looked up at me with a lost puppy dog look and meekly followed me towards MY truck–– a 1999 Dodge Ram Long Bed. I gingerly helped her into the cab‚ went around to the driver’s side‚ got in‚ and looked at her. It was obvious that her mind was elsewhere. The blank distant stare had me again wondering if there was some injury that I hadn’t seen.

I also looked more closely at those bruises. I had seen the blackened right eye outside. Now‚ with her face turned the other way‚ I could see very light splotches under her other eye. It was obvious that someone hadn’t been treating her right. And those marks on her neck… My God‚ someone had tried to choke her! I could feel my blood pressure rising and was about to…

The sudden honk of a horn brought me back. Her too. She turned to me with a tear–stained face. "Just don’t ask." Nothing makes me sicker than seeing a woman who has been abused. Instinctively I slid over and put my arm around her. At first‚ she was startled‚ then began to relax a bit. Once she was breathing normally‚ I slid back over and turned the key to start the V10 engine‚ wondering what to do next.

I drove forward‚ questions turning over in my mind. What do I do? Where do I take her? Do I ask her for directions to her house?

After about 30 seconds‚ she broke the silence. It was a hoarse whisper; I had to strain to catch her words. "I… I have a special place I like to go sit and look at the river. I can lose myself and…"

I was trying to listen so intensely that I almost didn’t notice she had stopped talking. I looked over and she was staring me straight in the face. Even with her puffy‚ tearing eyes‚ she was incredibly beautiful. I could feel myself rise… a thought I put out of my head as quickly as it entered.

"Take me there."

She directed me through a maze of city streets to a bluff high above the river. It was obvious that we would have to hike a distance‚ wherever she was going. I sat and looked out the front windshield. "Are you sure this is a good idea? If you’re hurt I don’t want to…"

"I’m fine. Besides‚ I really need to go there. Nothing else will help me relax as much."

Practically before she was done talking‚ the door was slamming shut behind her. I had to hurry to follow her; the tall grass was so thick that I was afraid I might lose her if I wasn’t quick. In fact‚ I HAD lost her; I only knew where she was by watching the grass bend and sway in her wake.

For someone who had just been in a major car accident‚ she was surprisingly swift. I managed to catch a glimpse of her hair‚ when…

"Shit!" My ankle caught around I fallen tree branch and I fell. Hard.

After a few seconds‚ I looked up. I knew I’d find her; how far could she go? I stood up and tested my ankle… a slight twist but still walk–on–able. I walked forward about 50 feet (slowly–– no more tree branches‚ thank you!)‚ when…

When I stopped. I could see her in a small clearing in front of me. AT least I thought it was her. I thought her shirt was blue‚ though.

And then it dawned on me: she was naked. I saw a ball of color a few feet away. I could barely believe what I was seeing as I moved closer.

As I peeked thorough the bushes‚ I couldn’t decide which emotion to feel. Do I respond to the rapidly growing hardness between my legs or do I turn and follow the anger and disgust I feel when I see the seemingly dozens of tiny bruises that cover her torso?

While this went through my mind‚ her fingers were busy between her legs. I tried to maintain my silence despite the growing discomfort between my own legs. Her legs suddenly shifted further apart and I could see a brief glimpse of pink.

That settled it. I practically dove and had my tongue on her clit immediately. I felt a quick tense… and then her hips bucked. I could tell that she would be coming‚ hard‚ and soon. I fumbled with my belt‚ and had my pants around my ankles as she shuddered and pushed my face into her. The moan that came next was one of indescribable pleasure. I could tell that this was something that hadn’t happened in awhile.

After what seemed like ten minutes‚ she pushed my head back and pulled me into her. One deep thrust and I was in. I slammed into her with everything I had and it seemed like she wanted it even harder! Her fingers were working that clit like there was no tomorrow‚ and as I bent over to take a nipple in my mouth‚ I felt her cunt clamp down on my rock hard cock and she was coming again! This was just too much for me! As soon as her breathing slowed down a little‚ I flipped her over on to her knees. I began fucking her slowly while working a finger into her asshole. She bucked like a filly and began pushing back into me with everything that she had left. I came with a scream and fell over contentedly on her back.

After catching her breath‚ she looked at me and smiled… the kind of smile that a man dreams of seeing.

"I could get used to this!"

Soon‚ I start getting a huge hard–on which she notices from her vantage point. I blush‚ but she assures me its okay. After her last set she asks if I want to go to the sauna. Of course… and we enter. I offer to rub down her back and soon we are kissing. The heat of the room and my adernaline are too much and we start grabbing each other. We fuck leaning against the bench. As I cool off in the shower‚ she leaves.

And that's when I awake…

As we enter the room together‚ our eyes meet. I walk over to her and run my fingers between her legs. To my surprise‚ she's not wearing any panties and is dripping wet. I bend down to meet her wet lips, the taste of her honey is indescribable. What seems to have been only seconds‚ she starts to shutter and scream as she comes over and over. I take my clothes off and she immediately grabs my cock and starts to suck me dry. She makes me masturbate and come in her mouth as she plays with herself. Our love making continues to the early morning. When I awake‚ Tonya is gone. Now I know why the Pacific Northwest is my favorite part of the country!

When I walked past her I remember her smile‚ she lit up the overcast day with her exuberant joy. She was at the OLYMPICS! I would see her again that evening across the dining room of the hotel‚ apparantly where we were both staying. Again I was taken back by the cheerful smile‚ despite the snow and sleet that had started falling.

After dinner‚ as luck would have it‚ her family and I shared the elevator up to the same floor‚ where I was surprised to find that we had rooms next to each other‚ as I unlocked my door and began to enter‚ I turned and looked again‚ and sure enough she was smiling.. and looking directly at me. She couldn’t have been more than 15‚ but she was beautiful.

The rest of the story after I get to see more of her.

As I inspected her wiring and carried on small chit chat‚ my thoughts drifted back and forth between what I was saying‚ and how bad I wanted to get this girl naked. I fixed her truck in just a few minutes and was thinking my encounter with my fantasy skater was about over‚ when she offered to buy me dinner. I explained that I had just bought groceries to prepare for my dinner‚ but that I would love to meet her somewhere‚ after I dropped my groceries off and showered. She said that would be OK but she would prefer I just bring my groceries over to her place. Her plan was to cook while I showered. Or so she said. I followed her to her place and we went inside. She directed me to the shower‚ handed me a towel and a large robe and walked away with a look on her face that told me something was about to happen. I took off my clothes‚ got into the shower‚ and just as I was about to begin bathing myself I heard the bathroom door open.

I could not believe this was happening. I could see her shapely silhouette through the opaque shower curtain‚ and as I watched her undress‚ I could feel that special tingling in my balls that told me I was about to experience something I would never forget. As Tonya stepped into the shower with me and we touched for the first time‚ I exploded with desire and passion. As we kissed‚ we both explored each others entire body in the warm waterfall of the shower. As I ran my hands along her back and her perfectly round and hard tight ass‚ I couldn’t believe how anything could be so firm‚ yet so soft and feminine. I lifted her petite and lightweight frame up to my groin and my throbbing stiffy found it’s way to her hot and ready slit. I hoped her twat would be as enjoyable as just touching her ass was. I was not disappointed.

I held on to her tight as she writhed and jumped and rode my cock until she squealed with orgasmic pleasure. She was giving the performance of her life‚ at least in my eyes. I could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting as she came repeatedly. I could stand it longer. I could stand up no longer. Just as I was about to get off the hot water ran out‚and as I came I could feel the cold water running down off Tonya’s back and down around my balls. I blew my load into her and we both collapsed onto the bathroom floor. I managed to collect enough energy to wrap us both in the robe and some towels‚ and we fell asleep.

Tonya Harding stood before me on the tiny hidden beach‚ completely naked‚ her bikini top and bottom crumpled into a small pile on the crystal sand beside her. Her long blonde hair‚ draped forward over her shoulders‚ whisked at her glistening breasts and reached for her hardening nipples. The shadow of a nearby palm tree danced across her bronzed stomach and perfectly framed the pouting lips of her freshly shaved pussy. As I raised myself up from the beach towel to move towards her I began to feel a welcome throbbing inside my swimsuit. I began to get up from the towel‚ but she came to me‚ pushed me back down onto my back‚ and got down onto her elbows between my legs.

As she pulled my swimsuit down onto my thighs‚ my cock sprang to full attention‚ swollen‚ pulsating and rock–hard. Then‚ just as I began to feel the warm tropical breeze blowing across the length of my exposed shaft‚ she parted her lips and slid them down over my waiting dick. She devoured it‚ licking and sucking‚ her teeth pressing into my flesh. Her tongue danced across the tip of my cock and down onto my balls. I had never felt anything like this. It was all I could do to keep from gushing into her mouth.

After what seemed like hours of endless oral ecstacy‚ she pulled her mouth away from my cock and looked up at me with a gaze of desire that said‚ "I want more". Taking my swimsuit completely off now‚ she pulled herself up over my dick‚ sliding the glistening wet lips of her pussy across it’s full hard length. I could see the beautiful pink lips of her inner cunt surrounding her swollen clitoris‚ fully open‚ ready to surround my muscle. As I watched frozen in time‚ unable to even breath‚ she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock until it was fully engulfed inside her hot wet tube. She just sat there for a moment‚ perfectly still‚ allowing us both to completely absorb the sensations of our connection‚ cock deep inside cunt. Then‚ slowly at first‚ she began moving up and down on my dick‚ sliding the full length of my shaft‚ teasing me by letting the tip of my dick come to the very edge of her pussy‚ then slamming it all the way back into her. Over and over‚ up and down‚ in and out‚ the juices of her sweetness began to run down through my legs onto the towel. I could tell by the pitch of her moaning when she was coming‚ and she did it over and over.

After a few hundred strokes‚ I had had all I could stand. My balls were throbbing. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to break off. The dam was beginning to burst. It started deep within my groin. The sensation was building. I could feel the sperm being pulled up through the center of my cock. I was coming – shooting like never before in wild pulsating spasms. It was going deep into her love hole‚ filling her with liquid heat. My mind was blank. All I could think was‚ "I’m fucking her – I’m fucking the most beautiful girl in the world – Tonya Harding. Shooting into her – shooting‚ shooting‚ shooting…..

Just then‚ I felt a horrible burning in my eyes. A light! Then a voice. "Good morning‚ dear". NO!! I couldn’t be true. But it was. I sat up in the bed‚ rubbed my eyes and looked at her. Oh‚ my God! It was‚ it was……. NANCY! AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH………….