“Thanks, but I’ll give it a shot. I like to hold it in my hands…to feel the warmth.”
I’ve got something warm you can put in-between your hands.
As she leaned forward to pick up cup I had a clear shot down her low cut top.
The shirt she had on today was tighter than anything I’d ever seen her in before, not to mention lower cut. Her dad would never let her leave the house dressed like that.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t help myself. As she focused on the cup, I looked down her top and saw her unbelievably perfect tits trying their best not to spill out. Since when was she so stacked? I had no idea, but I damn sure glad she was.
“I can handle a chainsaw. Really.”
“No way,” I said. “Not going to happen.”
“You’re not going to make me beg are you?”
Was I losing my mind or was she trying to drive me insane?
“Come on. What would your dad say if he knew you were deep in the forest, surrounded by a bunch of horny lumberjacks, chopping down trees? Especially when you should be at college.”
“As much as I love and respect my dad, I’m an adult now and I can make my own decisions.”
She was clearly right about being an adult. She had always been a cute kid, but she had really come into her own as a young woman now. She was more of a tomboy growing up, maybe one of the reasons I didn’t find it too odd when her old man took her hunting, fishing, and yes…even cutting down trees with a chainsaw. She wasn’t a prepper, but I would say she was a survivalist. She was a survivalist in the true sense of the word, before the word became associated with the consumerism and way of life it is today.
“But he’s still your dad, and he’s still my fishing partner, hunting partner, and a man who is the salt of the earth. A guy I respect, and who I know wouldn’t be happy that you’re here today.”
But damn if I wasn’t happy that she was.
She set her coffee cup down on the table and leaned back in her chair.
“I’m not quite sure how to say this, and I was really hoping I wouldn’t bring it up, but I feel like I have to. There’s something I know. Something I need to tell you.”
CHAPTER 3
Diane
I could already feel my chest tightening up. It was going to feel bad to put this out there right now, but it was going to feel even worse a few months down the road if I didn’t. Worse for both of us.
“This morning…when I saw your ad in the paper,” I began.
“Yes,” he said.
“I also saw the piece about Big Timber.”
He leaned back in his chair. I knew he was disappointed, and as a man who prides himself on hard work he may have even been a little embarrassed, although there was absolutely nothing for him to be embarrassed about.
He turned his head sideways. At first I thought he was zoning out, but then I realized it was something much more significant. He was staring at the one and only thing he had on his walls, a painting of his great-great-grandparents standing next to a giant redwood. The smiles on their faces and the proof of ownership of one of the first automobiles right in the foreground of the picture showed much happier times. It was their parents who started Big Timber Treecutters, passing it down through the family until it reached where it was today. Jack was the sixth generation owner of a family business that was iconic in my little town, if you could even call it a town. Over a hundred years ago it was the only reason to live here. His family employed the entire region. Sure, the area wasn’t packed then, but the people that were here depended on the Wood family for the food on their tables and the shirts on their backs.
“Yeah…things are different these days,” he said, returning his gaze to mine.
My lips pursed, and I couldn’t take the heartache I could see in his eyes.
I got out of my seat and went and sat next to him, placing my hand on his knee.
“Please, Jack. I can help you. Really, I can. If you’ll just let me.”
“Not happening,” he said, seeming to snap out of it. “The business will die before I put a woman in harm’s way.”
Time to break out the big guns, and I didn’t mean my girls which I caught him staring at earlier, even though he thought he did so without me noticing. Busted!
“What if I could help you without putting myself in harm’s way?”
He laughed under his breath. “You ever heard of the three D’s?”
“Date her, do her, dump her,” I said.
“What?”
“It’s a saying the guys use at Berkeley.”
“What in the hell is wrong with those guys?”
I could think of a lot of things, not the least of which was none of them was him. None of those boys I had met at college could hold a candle to the man who sat next to me now. The man who had once carried my father three miles in a fireman’s carry, over his shoulders and out of the forest when my dad had broken his leg during a hunting accident. The same man who had anonymously donated to our local school for years, ensuring the kids had the nicest desks and tables to work from and the most recent editions of every book imaginable to read, enjoy, and learn from. And as much as those actions proved he was a man in the truest senses of courage, loyalty, commitment, and empowering of others, what I had seen with my own two eyes less than twenty minutes ago down by the river had affirmed the last piece of the man puzzle. The physical. I knew he had the muscles, and the heart, but I had no idea he was packing in his pants.
Rumors had swirled for years that redwoods weren’t the only big wood that made up his life, but I was either too young to process it or too immature to care. Not any more. The rumors had been right and then some.
“Where do you want me to start?” I said. “But I think that’s the problem right there.”
“What’s that?”
“They’re just guys. Boys, if you will. Sure their bodies may be getting bigger,” I said, my eyes subconsciously shifting towards his groin before catching myself and looking back up, “but they’re still just boys. They’re not men in any sense of the word…not compared to you anyways.”
I thought log cabins were notorious for poor insulation, but I could have sworn I felt the temperature suddenly skyrocketing.
I looked up and saw the stare of a man possessed. A man who I wanted nothing more than to throw everything out the window right now, and just go with the visceral reaction that I could see he was on the cusp of.
I could see his pupils dilating, and I knew mine were too. He blinked in rapid succession, holding his eyes shut on the last one before shaking his head side to side quickly a few times.
“Dirty, dangerous, and demeaning,” he said.
Exactly the three things I want to experience right now…maybe light on the third.
“But you know I can handle it. You know my dad. You know I’ve operated a saw a million times before.”
“That was before.”
“And this is now. They’re going to shut you down if you don’t come up with the money to pay your back taxes. Reading that article made me cry.”
“A man will apply soon enough.”
Mister Wood, you’ve been running that ad for weeks. The only guys in flannel shirts anymore are the ones in college, buying those shirts to look cool. You have more strength in your little finger than those boys have in their entire bodies.”
It was time to go for the big push.
“And you have the strength to adapt, just like your family has for two centuries. And part of adapting is realizing that women can do the same work as a man. We want to do the same work. And most importantly I want Big Timber to be around for another two centuries.”
He steepled his hands and leaned in, placing his thumbs in-between his eyes. I knew he didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to say yes, but he had no choice…not if he wanted to keep his business, and his home.
I scooted in closer and put my hand on his upper back just below his neck. I began lightly rubbing his back, befo
re increasing the pressure more and more. I got up and slid in behind him. I placed my thumbs at the base of his neck and moved them in circles, while my fingers worked his shoulders. I was trying to relieve the tension in his body, but all I was doing was increasing the tension in mine.
I knew his muscles were big and firm, but to actually feel them was an entirely different story. I doubt this man had ever set foot inside a gym, yet he was thick as steel, through and through.
I leaned in closer in order to get better leverage to hit those deep knots that had built up from years of hard labor. As my body moved in I felt my chest press against his back, my tits pressed back.
He felt it too because he turned around and scooped me up like a sack of potatoes, holding me in mid-air. He adjusted his grip in order to hold me in one hand. I had never felt so light and so feminine in my entire life.
His thumb and index finger came up, grabbing my jaw firmly, but gently. I felt two fingers pressing against the bottom of my lips, and my mouth parted like the Red Sea as his fingers slid inside.
I sucked them once and I knew I was hooked.
CHAPTER 4
Jack
H alf an hour ago I was fantasizing about this girl and now I’ve got her in my cabin about to do all the dirty things I’ve been thinking about since she left for college. Not only that, she’s here to try and help me out. Damn, what an incredible young woman…a keeper in the truest sense of the word.
But thoughts of the future can wait. All I can think of is the now, and right now I’m going to show her exactly what I’ve been thinking about for the last three years.
I carried her towards the fireplace and laid her down gently on the bear skin rug.
I ran my hand through her hair, pushing it back and behind her ear giving me a good clear look at her face. Damn, this girl was so beautiful. She looked almost pale in this light, which was amazing considering how easy it is to get sun damaged skin in California. I knew she spent a lot of time outdoors, just like her old man, but she found a way to keep her skin looking perfect.
I ran my hand along the outside of her thigh, as I leaned in. As my face got closer, I could feel my cock struggling to break free from my pants. I could feel the heat of her breath as her chest heaved beneath me.
“There’s no going back after this,” I said.
“I don’t want to go back. I want you.”
“You have to know I’m a possessive man. I protect what’s mine, and if we do this that’s exactly what you’ll be…mine.”
“It’s what I want.”
“Good,” I said, as I removed the distance between us and felt her lips for the first time. They were as soft and juicy as they looked, and as much as I wanted to tear off her clothes right now, there was something in the softness of her kiss, the passion behind it, that told me she was in for the long haul and that turned me on more than anything.
I leaned in deeper, my hand tracing the side of her body, while my tongue parted her lips and traced the insides of her mouth.
She tasted good, fresh like the mountain air. And the best part was her body wasn’t a twig, which was perfect because she wouldn’t get snapped when I got too turned on to control myself…which was now.
My hand ran along the side of her head and behind her scalp, pressing her face closer to mine. My other hand grazed her midsection, continuing up and finding her breast. I squeezed it hard, and felt the pain in my pants.
I brought my left hand down and undid my belt as I continued to mouth fuck her. I had my pants off and thrown to the side seconds later and began working on hers. I tore open her buttons and slid her pants down past her ankles and off. I stared at her amazing, thick legs. Damn, this girl was a real woman.
I leaned back, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. I could see her staring at me, and when I reached down to touch her in-between her legs I could feel she was wet underneath those pink panties.
I rubbed her pussy hard before grabbing her panties by the side and yanking them off. Damn, she was shaved. Even with the lack of light I could see her lips were shining from her wetness.
I couldn’t get my underwear off quick enough, before unclasping her bra. Her titties bounced out, first the left and then the right. I grabbed them with both hands and squeezed. I pushed them together and leaned in sucking on her nipples and alternating from one to the next.
We were naked on the floor and I had to have her.
“You ready to feel me?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re going to remember this forever, you know that.”
“I know. I’ve been waiting on this. Waiting on you.”
“Good,” I said, grabbing my shaft in my hand and sliding into position.
“I wanted my first time to be special, and this is even better than I imagined.”
My body froze. I looked down at my rock hard cock, which was a few inches from sliding inside her dripping wet pussy. The sight of it almost pushing me over the edge, but I couldn’t.
“Your first time?”
“Yes. I always knew it would be with you.”
“I thought you had a boyfriend or two at college.”
“More like a few dates with a couple guys. It was never serious. I always knew it would be you, but I wanted to experience a little bit of the college life. All I wound up experiencing were the pains of dating, and now I’m ready to experience what pure pleasure feels like.”
I gritted my teeth. “I can’t do this. Not here. Not now.”
“Why? This is exactly what I want!”
“Diane…I mean…come on. You can’t just tell me that and expect me to take you like a savage animal.”
“But it’s what I want.”
“Not your first time. I should be…special. You know.”
“But this is special.”
I reached down and kissed her on the forehead. “Not now. Not this way.” I could see a sadness in her eyes. “Don’t you worry. We’re going to do this, but when the time is right.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
I knew she was disappointed, but I could see the sadness melt away with my promise to her.
“Remember what you said about the three D’s?”
“You want to talk about that right now?” I said, laughing.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to do it.”
CHAPTER 5
Diane
M y hands came up off the rug and wrapped around his cock. He was still hard as a rock and inches from my pussy.
If I couldn’t at least pop my cherry today, I was going to experience him in another way.
I started stroking his shaft with both hands. As I reached the head of his cock, I traced the raised edge of his circumcised rod with my finger.
I slid my body forward underneath him. He came up off his shins allowing me to pass easily, before he leaned forward and put his hands on the floor behind my head.
I continued stroking his dick faster and faster, watching it turn red just inches from my face.
I couldn’t take it anymore, as I pulled his cock towards me and his body leaned in those last few inches…his dick sliding right in my mouth.
I took his thickness as my head moved forward and back. I couldn’t manage it all, but what I could manage was incredible. I continued stroking his shaft like I was beating an open fist on a table, like a piston throttling inside an automobile engine. Faster and faster I pumped, feeling the heat of his cock, and the throb of his veins.
I could taste the saltiness of his precum.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” he yelled.
Faster and faster I sucked, quickly licking and flipping his tip each time I moved my head back.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum in your mouth!”
His groin tightened and locked and then I felt it…a warm, gooey release shot against the back of my throat.
I pulled back and aimed his dick at my chest, as he continued to come b
uckets all over my tits.
Seconds later he collapsed next to me. I brought my hands up rubbing his jizz into my skin, marking me as his. I brought my fingers up to my nose and smelled. Even his semen was masculine and earthy. I may not have been able to enjoy my first time with the only man I wanted, but I had taken the first step and damn I sure did like it!
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