Reaching toward the center console, she grasped her water bottle and finished the last few swallows. She glanced at her gas gauge. I need gas and water pretty soon. And a bathroom.
Except for her vehicle, the two-lane road had been empty for miles. She was tempted to stop and turn around when she noticed a bullet-pocked sign. Santa Lorenza 10 Miles. San Pablo 60 Miles. Good. At least I’m going in the right direction.
Minutes later, she was on the outskirts of a small town. Just ahead a large, expertly painted sign announced Last Chance Likker. Misspelling or not, Tyler flashed to a former lover and felt a twinge between her thighs. Oh yeah, she did that so well. Girl, it’s been too long.
Slowing the SUV, she read further: Gas, Groceries, Mechanic, Toby Spencer, Prop. She braked and pulled into the graveled area next to a double gas pump. She cut the engine and then glanced beyond the pump, admiring a metallic blue Harley Sportster that was propped on its stand.
As she exited the vehicle, she squinted to protect her eyes against the blowing dust and sand. She popped the lever for the gas cap, slid the nozzle into the opening, and squeezed the handle. Nothing. Crap. Probably have to pay first even out here in the boondocks.
After slamming the door to the vehicle, Tyler put her head down and quickly walked into the pleasantly air-conditioned building, spitting sand and wiping her mouth with her hand. “Damn, it’s awful out there.” A dark-haired woman sat behind the counter intently reading a book, oblivious to her customer.
“Excuse me,” Tyler said, heading toward the counter.
The woman raised her head in Tyler’s direction, but then quickly looked out the window. “Oh, man. Look at that. I’ve got to move the bike.” As she ran out the door, she glanced back at Tyler. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”
Tyler heard the motor of the bay door and peered through the side window while the svelte brunette pushed the bike into the adjacent garage. Her face broke out in a smile as she hummed her appreciation of lean hips and well-muscled, jeans-clad legs.
As she waited for the woman to return, she glanced around the inside of the store. One shelved wall was completely stocked with liquor and wine bottles. Glass doors on refrigerator cases along the back wall revealed six-packs and twelve-packs of beer. The remaining shelves and refrigerators were stacked with sundry convenience-store items and bottled drinks.
Leaning over the countertop, she sighted the book that had been hurriedly left propped open; the same erotica was on her nightstand at home.
“Damn,” the brunette said as she pushed the door closed. “It’s blowing really fierce out there. I hope your windows are closed. Otherwise, you’re gonna have a pile of sand inside before this is over.” She bent at the waist and brushed through her short hair with her hands.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Tyler said, walking to the front window to peer outside. “I need gas. How long do you think this will last?”
“Could be an hour or two…or it could last the rest of the day. Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?”
“From the look of things, I guess not.” Tyler turned and walked to the counter. “I’m a photographer. I’ve been on assignment, shooting petroglyphs in Arizona and Utah for almost a month. Now I’m on my way to a site on the other side of San Pablo. That’s the last one. My deadline isn’t until next week, so if it takes me another day or two, it won’t matter.”
“No way could you get decent pictures in this stuff. I wouldn’t even take my camera out of its case in weather like this.” The woman walked to one of the refrigerator cases. “You’re welcome to wait it out here.” Opening the door, she asked, “Do you want a bottle of water?”
“Yes, please. That was one of the reasons I stopped. I need to use your john first, though.”
The brunette pointed her toward the rear of the store and took out two bottles of water. She placed one of them on the countertop and uncapped the other. Sitting down on the stool, she dog-eared the book and closed it.
When Tyler returned, she glanced down at the book on the counter, mumbling a thank-you as she grabbed the other bottle on her way to the window to check on the storm. Looks like I’ll stick around for a while. She barely suppressed a smile. I wonder if I can find something to do besides watch the sand blow. I’ll bet she’s a player. “I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m Tyler Wolfe, by the way,” she said, turning toward the brunette. “Is this your place?”
“Nope. It belongs to my brother, Toby. I’m just here for part of the summer. Toby and Carol, that’s his wife, wanted to take my niece and nephew to Disneyland. Toby Jr. is eleven and Katie is eight, so they’re just perfect in age.” She grinned. “He begged me, so I agreed to watch the store while they were gone.”
Tyler uncapped the bottle and drank nearly half. Slipping the cap in her pocket, she walked toward the counter. “It was pretty deserted on the road. There’s not much going on for you to watch.”
“Today’s pretty unusual. Toby’s place is the only store that sells liquor for over sixty miles. He gets some pretty heavy traffic in here with all the ranch hands nearby.” The brunette cocked her head and grinned. “Of course, the natives know better than to drive in this kind of weather.”
Tyler chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “And just what do you do while you’re waiting around for business?”
“Sometimes I read,” the brunette said, pointing at the book. “Sometimes I go upstairs and work out with Toby’s equipment. He’s got an office up there on the front of the building that doubles as a home gym. You can see from the window when somebody drives in.”
Tyler’s voice lowered in pitch. “Well, I like your choice of reading material. And I have to say, whatever you’re doing sure keeps you in shape.” She finished the bottle of water in three loud gulps and tossed the empty into a trash receptacle. Clearing her throat, she rested her elbows on the counter and asked, “So you don’t live around here?”
“No way. There’s not enough to do. I like spending time with the kids, but I couldn’t stay here year-round. My limit’s about four weeks before I have to head back home.”
“What do you do the rest of the year?”
“I’m a high school teacher and a girl’s coach.”
Tyler nodded her head. “Another reason you’re so fit.”
“No, I mostly stand around when I coach,” the brunette said, laughing. “I run, lift some weights, play on a couple of teams. That keeps me in shape.”
“I’ll bet the girls just love to watch you play.” Tyler mockingly fanned herself with her hand. “I could sure use a workout. I’ve been sitting in that Pathfinder so long, my butt is numb.”
The brunette shifted in her seat and smiled. “Believe me, Tyler, from what I’ve seen your butt is just fine.”
Tyler threw her head back and laughed. “Thanks.” Taking her wallet from her pocket, she extracted a five-dollar bill and placed it on the counter. “How about I get the next round?”
The brunette sipped from her water bottle. “I’m still working on this one, but go right ahead.”
Still smiling, Tyler turned and sauntered toward the refrigerator, feeling the brunette’s eyes on her backside. As she looked through the glass at the selection, she heard the stool legs scrape against the floor and the rattle of keys.
“Yep, very fine,” the brunette said softly, now standing behind her. The woman brushed Tyler’s hair away from her neck and bent close to her ear. “You know, I could use a workout myself.” Soft lips nuzzled Tyler’s neck. “I think it would be a great way to wait out the storm,” she said, her fingers caressing Tyler’s shoulders.
Tyler felt her heart thumping and her breath catch. “Tell me your name,” she whispered.
“Elena.”
“Lock the door, Elena.”
“Just what I had in mind,” Elena said, turning the key in the lock. Taking Tyler’s hand, she led her to a small upstairs apartment. When they reached the top of the stairs, Elena turned to softly kiss Tyler’s
lips, gliding her tongue along the edges, savoring the taste.
Tyler pushed away, but then interlocked her hands behind Elena’s neck. “Not so gentle. I don’t want it too gentle,” she growled as she pulled the brunette in and kissed her hard, sliding her thigh firmly against Elena’s crotch.
“Okay, darlin’, I can do ‘not so gentle.’” Elena grinned and maneuvered her into the bedroom. “I so want you out of those clothes,” she said, unbuttoning Tyler’s shirt. She pulled the shirt loose from Tyler’s jeans and slid it off her shoulders, pleased with the front clasp of her bra. Elena used the tips of her fingers to stroke up and down the cleft between Tyler’s breasts while watching her pupils dilate. Pushing Tyler’s breasts together, Elena leaned to run her tongue along the cleavage.
“Careful, there’s probably a bucket of sand in there,” Tyler said, laughing.
Elena straightened, cocking an eyebrow. “Like that would stop me. You taste a little salty, not like sand at all.”
Impatient, Tyler reached to pull on Elena’s T-shirt, but the brunette restrained her hands and adroitly walked her backward to the edge of the double bed.
Elena grasped Tyler’s wrists behind her back with one hand while kissing and nipping a path along her jawline and down the side of her neck. With the other hand, she released the bra clasp and cupped a breast. She stroked the underside, then captured the nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing just hard enough to bring a look of pain mixed with desire to Tyler’s eyes.
“Oh, you like that,” Elena said as she easily lifted Tyler and placed her in the middle of the comforter, stretching out on top of her. Tyler welcomed the frenzied hands exploring her skin and the eager tongue dancing with her own.
Tyler broke the kiss. “Clothes. Lose the clothes.”
“You first, darlin’.” Elena slid to Tyler’s side and unfastened button and zipper. Tyler’s jeans and boxers were brusquely lowered along the length of her legs. “Fuck,” she said, thwarted by hiking boots. Elena quickly stood at the end of the bed, pulling off boots and socks. Grabbing the jeans by the hem, she yanked until they landed on the floor. She hungrily gazed at Tyler’s body, feeling her own arousal escalate. “Stay there a sec. I’ll be right back.”
“Right back? Where the hell are you going? Get those clothes off, damn it.”
“I will. I have to get something first.” Striding to the closet, Elena pulled sharply on the door handle and pulled out a gym bag. After rummaging inside, she withdrew a dildo and harness and held them up for Tyler to see. “Yes?”
“Fuck, yes. Get over here with that.” Tyler sat up and began sliding toward the end of the bed.
Elena waggled her finger. “Nuh-uh-uh. Stay there.”
“Clothes.”
“Lie back first. I’ll take them off,” Elena said, laying the tool and condoms at the end of the bed.
“All right,” Tyler said, scuttling her butt toward the pillows. “But you’re making me pretty damn frustrated. I wish you’d hurry it up.”
“Nuh-uh. I want you to get yourself ready for this while I undress,” Elena said, pulling her shirt over her head. She stood at the foot of the bed relishing the sight, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scent of Tyler’s arousal. “I want you to touch yourself,” she said in a throaty voice.
Tyler stared at Elena’s sports bra, nipples hard and straining against the fabric. “Oh, God.” Tyler slowly slid her hand down to the apex of her legs and began circling her fingers around her clit.
“Now put the bottoms of your feet together so I can see better,” Elena said, her eyes darkening with desire when Tyler complied and moved her fingers at a fervid pace. Elena’s hands began to shake as reached for the button on her jeans.
“No. Do the bra first. I want to see your breasts loose when you bend down.”
Smiling seductively at Tyler, Elena slowly worked the bra up her chest and then over her raised arms before slinging it into a corner of the room.
Tyler swallowed as her fingers slowed and her heart raced. “Now take off your shoes.”
Her eyes locked with Tyler’s, Elena bent down slowly, swaying her full breasts as she untied the laces. She stood to toe off the shoes, then unfastened her jeans and slid them, along with damp underwear, over her hips. She grasped the harness and knelt on the bed, legs spread wide.
Eyes glazed with want, Tyler watched as the brunette fastened the harness in place, covering moist curls. Rising to her knees and straddling the dildo, Tyler wrapped her arms around Elena’s shoulders and pressed her breasts into the brunette’s chest. After a long, searing kiss, she muttered, “It’s about time. I loved the tease, though.” She sat back on her heels and grasped Elena’s breasts in her hands, stroking the darkened tips with her palms, then firmly pinching the nipples.
“No more teasing, darlin’. Down to business.” Elena reached for a condom and ripped open the package.
“Let me,” Tyler said, taking the condom from Elena’s hand. She rolled it on and encircled the dildo, sliding her hand up and down the length of the shaft. “Perfect size.”
Elena sucked in a breath through her teeth, feeling the pressure on her clit. “God, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Ya gotta stop, baby. I’m gonna come already,” she said, covering Tyler’s hand. “Roll onto your stomach and lift your hips for me.”
Tyler turned over and rested on her elbows as she raised her buttocks in the air. Wriggling her hips, she laughed. “Okay, how’s this?”
“Darlin’, I told you your butt was ‘just fine’ before. Now I’ve got to say it’s absolutely magnificent,” Elena said, sliding her knees between Tyler’s legs. Elena’s tongue darted out, licking her dry lips, as she caressed smooth, silky skin and glided her fingers between the cheeks. With gentle nudging on the inside of her thighs, Tyler spread her legs farther apart. Elena leaned over Tyler’s back, positioning her weight on one hand. With a slow rocking motion, Elena slid the side of the dildo along Tyler’s engorged folds, wetting it with her juices.
Tyler growled. Balancing on one elbow, she reached between her legs and guided the dildo’s tip toward her center. “No more teasing. You’re driving me crazy.”
Placing her other hand on the bed, Elena pushed forward and slid in the shaft, eliciting a low, guttural sound. Feeling an exquisite fullness, Tyler rocked firmly against her in a slow rhythm, making grunts of pleasure with each deep thrust. “You feel so good inside, baby,” Tyler said, her voice ragged. “Do it harder.”
With her own swollen clit absorbing the impact of each forceful push, Elena bent her arms so that her nipples grazed the heated skin on Tyler’s upper back. “Sweet Jesus,” Elena moaned.
Their breaths were reduced to short pants. Pumping quickened; skin was flushed and slick with sweat. “God, baby, I’m almost there,” Tyler cried out.
Nearing her own climax, Elena slid a hand between Tyler’s legs. With copious moisture coating her fingers, she stroked the sides of Tyler’s clit with the same rhythm as the thrusts of the dildo.
Tyler yelled as the spasms hit and spread the length of her body. With one final thrust, Elena stiffened and her own orgasm followed. Completely spent, she collapsed onto Tyler’s back. For several moments, Elena nuzzled against Tyler’s neck, breathing the blend of musk and sweat until her galloping heart rate slowed to near normal.
Elena slowly withdrew and rolled off Tyler’s back, pulling her close. “You were wonderful, baby,” she said, planting a soft kiss on Tyler’s mouth. “I’m so glad a sandstorm blew you my way.”
Tyler brushed sweat-drenched hair from Elena’s forehead and returned the kiss. Glancing out the window, she said, “It’s still nasty out there. Maybe I’ll get even luckier and this storm will last until tomorrow.” Smiling, Tyler lightly drew a fingertip along the crease beneath Elena’s breast. “So tell me something. I’m curious about the name of this place. Does your brother have a problem spelling?”
Elena chuckled. “No, he can spell all right. It had that name when he
bought it. He joked about keeping it the same. Told me he left it that way because of me.”
“Because of you?”
“Uh-huh. He said he was jealous of me in high school because I had more girlfriends than he did. He was convinced it was because of my talents.”
Tyler grinned. “And just what talents might those be?”
Elena slid between Tyler’s thighs. “Let me show you, darlin’.”
The Bartender and The Dancer
Shadylady
Damn, what a long night, I thought to myself as I walked from the parking deck to the elevators. I am dead-dog-tired. Last night nearly did me in. Not only had I about worked myself to death, I was so horny from all the action happening around me that it was painful to walk in my tight leather pants.
I work as the bartender at Club 3054. I’ve been doing that for the last few years while I finish my graduate work in college. The pay is fabulous and the hours fit perfectly into my schedule. It doesn’t leave me much personal time, but hey, I manage—with the help of my girlfriend—to fit playtime in.
Anyway, last night is going to rank high on my gaydar from now on. I don’t think too much will be able to top it. The bar had been rented for the night by a group of women for a bachelorette party. The evening was progressing well, with me dishing up drinks as fast as the orders were placed. I had several customers openly flirting with me but was almost too busy to flirt back. However, remembering my ever-present manners, I managed to smile, make a little small talk, and touch their hands caressingly as I handed their drinks to them. It’s amazing how a little smile or soft touch goes a long way to boosting my tips.
I knew that I looked good. I had dressed with care, knowing that we were hosting this particular party. Get a bunch of gay women in a room together and throw in my striking dark features, skintight leathers, and low, melodic Southern drawl, and I have the chance to make a killing in extra money.
I don’t usually think much about my own features, but I seem to attract a lot of looks so I must not be too hard on the eyes. I have strongly marked features and a trim athletic frame. At five feet ten inches—I tend to run closer to six feet since I am rarely without my boots— I stand tall, proud, and unbowed by life. I am very strong willed and nearly inflexible in my adherence to what I believe is necessary and right. My hair is raven black with a wave that makes others believe I must spend hours curling it; my lips are full and lush with a firmness that seems to draw women to lean over the bar and sample me. My ass is tight but perky and, if I may say so, fills out my leather pants enough that hands are forever reaching out and patting me. I, personally, am proud of my breasts. They aren’t more than an oversized handful, but they’re upright and firm, meaning I never have to wear a damned confining bra. Overall, I know that I look good. Put me in leathers, add my harness and my soft pack, and I have to beat the women off with a stick.
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