by T. S. Hill
We fell asleep in each other’s arms not very long after we were back. Tooth brushing, bathroom, and then after piling up naked together, in the center of that king-sized bed, we swapped little whispered nothings with each other for a while, and drifted off into the night.
Chapter Eleven
A Wake-Up Call
When we do stupid things that meet with disaster, we tend to blame fate, as though the universe conspired against us.
It was a good thing for us to get to sleep early, not only because we had planned to get an early start, but also, because around three in the morning, while it was still pitch dark, there was a horrific crash outside that made us both leap out of bed. Peeping out the window, we saw that a car had crashed into one of the light posts, on the other side of the street, and then ploughed into a storefront. Someone ran out of the hotel office toward the wreck, and within a minute, we heard a distant siren. In a few minutes more, the street was filling with emergency vehicles.
“I don’t think that I can go back to sleep now.”, Lori groaned.
“I know I can’t.”, I replied, and then asked, “You want coffee?”
“That would be good.” she responded, nodding her head, as we turned away from the window. I was telling her that I would go get it, when she interrupted me, “Why don’t we go ahead and get ready to leave, and then stop for some breakfast? That is, if you’ll spring for it.”
“That’s a great idea.”, I responded, “Who gets to shower first?”
“Why don’t we share one?”, she replied coyly, slowly dragging the tip of her index finger down the center of my chest, and stopping just below my belly button.
“That’s another great idea!”, I responded. “Look who’s working on gold stars now!
“Does that mean that I get to pee first?”, she asked.
“You get to pee first.”, I responded, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “When you’re finished, start the shower while I pee.”, I directed, “You should have the water adjusted just the way I like it by the time I get in.”
“Yes sir! Mister Cowboy in charge!”, she said, with joking sarcasm, and turning toward the bathroom. I almost swatted her bare ass, but caught my hand just in time, as I remembered it’s healing state.
Upon hearing the shower flowing, I entered the bathroom, relieved myself, and then stuck my head around the shower curtain. Lori was standing directly under the streams of water, with her eyes closed, letting the hot water rain on the top of her head, and stream down the entire length of her body. She was a beautiful site.
I stood frozen momentarily, just taking in her beauty. This was the first woman that I had ever found so fascinatingly beautiful, that I would literally take mental photographs for future reference. I wanted to keep the vision of her forever. I had seen plenty of beautiful women over the years, and shared sex with many of them, but there was never one, that was the total package like Lori.
I must have dallied there for longer than I thought, because Lori called out to me, “Cowboy! You coming?”
Softly, so I wouldn’t startle her, I replied, “I’m right here gorgeous. Just drinking in your amazing beauty.”
“You know how to charm a girl don’t you, Cowboy.”, she answered, sounding as amazing as she looked, “how about stepping in here and washing the dirt off this girl so her beauty can show.”
“You got it beautiful!”, I responded, and eagerly stepped into the shower with her.
“There’s two bars of soap.”, she said as she blindly pointed toward them on the wall ledge, “Take one and hand me one.”
“We need a wash cloth.”, I observed out loud.
But she replied, “We’ll just use our hands. I think we’ll both like that better.” I handed her a bar of soap and turning her back to me she asked me in a pleading voice, “Do my back for me, Mister Cowboy? Please?”
“Who could resist this?”, I answered, as I began lathering the soap in my hands. I started at her neck and then lathered out her shoulders and all across and around both, then down to the small of her back. Squatting, I gently tugged at her left foot, and she raised it, and I gently washed over each detail of her foot, marveling at its feminine daintiness. I spread the soap over her foot, pausing to take each toe between my fingers individually. Then setting it back down on the shower mat, and lifting the right foot, gave it the same treatment.
After I had her standing on two feet again, I started at her left ankle and washed my way up to her knee, stroking and massaging her calves, then switching to her right leg, I delivered the same treatment. Next, I lathered up her left thigh, with the same technique, stroking and massaging her muscles as I went, until I reached her beautiful ass. I then switched to the knee of the right thigh, and repeated the process.
Finally, I began very carefully applying the soap to her beautiful tanned ass, which still had some traces of the redness from our session on the English saddles in the barn. I only massaged the sides of her hips and the areas that weren’t showing any lingering redness.
I didn’t want to stop, but Lori asked, “Ready to rinse?”
“If you must.”, I answered with a reluctance in my voice.
“If I don’t now, we’ll never get breakfast. Turn around cowboy and I’ll do your back.”
I turned my back to her and she must have pushed the shower head higher, because the stream of water began hitting the back of my head and neck. The hot water streams felt wonderful, but nothing like when her soapy hands found my neck and shoulders.
She followed the same pattern in soaping my body, that I had followed with her. Her soothing strokes and the massaging grips of her hands, released the tensions lying in my muscles, that I didn’t know they had. When her soapy hands massaged my ass cheeks, it was heavenly. I had never had an ass massage like that.
Just when I was thinking about how I wished this would last forever, she stopped and said, “Now our fronts.” As we turned to face each other, we simultaneously began washing each other’s neck and chest.
When we were finished there, she took the initiative to squat and wash up the front of my legs, each one to the groin, where she stopped and stood up. I took that as my cue, and squatted, and also, beginning at her ankles, followed her same pattern of washing until I reached her crotch.
When I stood, she parted her legs a little further and I placed a soapy hand over her pussy and began to massage and lather it in my cupped hand. She gasped, and then grasped my already erect cock with a sudsy hand, and began washing it with a loving gentleness.
As she finished washing my cock, she reached in further and gingerly gave my balls a soapy fondling. When she finished washing my balls, she went once more over my throbbing cock with a quicker soapy push and pull. Then she stopped.
“Turn around Cowboy, she said in a sultry voice, I didn’t wash your butt hole yet. I’d never had anyone wash my ass hole before, but I was game to share the experience, especially with Lori. It was a nice experience to feel her slippery, soaped, fingers working around and massaging my ass hole. When she finished, and I turned around, she had already turned to face the shower wall, and was bent forward with her hands on the wall supporting her. She looked like she was ready to be frisked.
I knew what she was expecting, and I had no objection to placing my hands on the one single spot of her body that I hadn’t yet touched. Once I started, I found the feeling, of the rim of her ass hole, under my fingertips, highly erotic.
I couldn’t keep my left hand off of her while my right was so sensuously occupied, so moving forward, I slid my left hand around her torso and upward to grasp her left breast. As soon as her tit was in my hand, she sucked in a breath between her teeth, making a seething sound, and arched her back further.
This encouraged my already aroused state, and I slipped the tip of my soapy middle finger just inside of her asshole rim. She moaned, and rose up on her tiptoes. Reaching behind her with a soapy hand, she grasped my cock again, and gave it several hard strokes, spreading s
oapy lather over its length.
Letting go of my cock, she repositioned herself again and moaned to me, “Put it in my ass Mister Cowboy.” Then whined, “Please! I want your hot dick in my pretty ass. Will you put it in my ass Mister Cowboy?”
“How bad are you wanting it?”, I asked her, while running my finger tip in and out of her soapy ass hole.
“Please Mister Cowboy. Ill finger fuck myself, and make myself cum, if you’ll just put it in my ass.
“Call it a cock!”, I said, pinching her left nipple forcefully.
“Ow!”, she whined, “Please, Mister Cowboy! Please put your big, hard, cock in my ass. I pulled away my hand and giving my cock one quick soapy stroke pressed the head against her lathered asshole.
“Remember that you asked for this.”, I told her.
“I want your big cock in me!”, she moaned in response. As I began pressing my cock forward, Lori pushed back against it and took about half of my cock in, on the first push. She moaned loudly and groaned out to me, “Oh that’s nice! Oh, yeah, Mister Cowboy! I love your cock! Umhmm!” Then I could feel her pushing against my cock again, and I applied forward pressure, sinking it into her hot, tight, ass, until her hips were flattened against my pelvis. “Ohh, ummm!”, She moaned, “Your big cock feels so good!” She began to make a slight rocking motion and I could sense that she had begun to finger her pussy and clit. I pulled back about half of my cock and easily pushed it back in again.
Now with her one hand propping her up against the wall, and her other in her crotch, she was beginning to move her whole body a little more, at a moderate rhythm. With each thrust and pull of my cock in her ass, I began catching up to the rhythm of her undulations.
As we matched tempo, our two bodies danced as one, at a steady smooth push, grind, and pull. For the next minutes, with my guiding hands around her waist, she rode my shaft, as I repeatedly filled her. Both of us were undulating, to the silent music that was playing between our bodies.
As I began to feel my approaching climax, I began picking up my pace, and then she matched me. With my hands holding her waist, I could feel and sense the manic pace at which she was now finger toying her pussy and clit.
We continued to mount our pace, until first she, with a muffled cry, began her orgasm, squeezing her asshole around my now pistoning, rock hard, cock. Three more rapid thrusts of my cock into her tightening asshole, and my orgasm began. Her orgasm also began, fully erupting as she wailed through clenched teeth and lips.
With every muscle in my body tightening. An involuntary growl emitted from my throat. Then, the initial load of cum surged through my cock, and spurted into the depths of the wonderful woman that I was holding. With super sensitivity, I could feel each surge of cum, coursing through my pulsating cock, and spurting through its engorged head, into her depths.
When we had finished, for a minute, we stood just where we came. My hands were still around her waist and my cock still in her ass. As we both began relaxing our bodies, and my cock withdrew, I could see a large portion of my cum load, oozing from her asshole. She turned and threw her arms around my neck, and her mouth over mine.
My hands were on her ass, and I lifted her up from the floor as we kissed as passionately as we would have, if we had been still making mad love. And, that’s what it was. We had both experienced orgasm, but were still making mad love. When our kiss broke, she hugged me tightly around my torso and rested her head on my chest.
After a minute or so, she raised her head to look at me and said, “Now we get the fun of washing each other all over again! What do you think of that, Mister Cowboy?”
“It suits me just fine Mam! “Just fine!”, I said, scooping up a bar of soap. After we finished the pleasure of washing each other all over again, we dried, dressed, and packed. I was amazed at the selection of clothes that Lori had picked out for us to bring from the old chests. It really reflected both, an organized presence of mind, and good taste. She had even packed two short, denim, jackets for us. Since there had been a chill on the evening air, on our walk back last night, we decided to put them on.
As we stood side by side, before the large dressing mirror, I remarked to her, “Sweetheart, I must say, you’ve done a fine job of camouflaging us. To me, we look like any respectable, ranch couple. I can believe it!”
“I can believe what I see in the mirror Cowboy, but deep down inside, I guess I still know the truth. Her eyes looked down and her face solemn. “When we get back to New Orleans, and if everything works out our way, and the dust really settles. I know you’ll be on your way, off to solve some big adventurous crime thing or other, and I’ll go on a back burner somewhere, and pretty soon, you’ll quit calling, and then.”, she trailed off, but then started again.
“It’s okay, Cowboy. I don’t expect you to want to keep me around cluttering up, and complicating your life. I know how men are, and you’re probably just being nice to me to keep getting laid, but that’s okay too. I’d still fuck you, because I really like you. Hell, I guess I’m already still fucking you, but what I’m saying Cowboy, is I really wish it could be different than that. I really feel a connection to you Cowboy, and I really like that connection, and I really like you.”
She stopped talking and finally raised her eyes to me. I grabbed her shoulders gripping them tight in my hands and pressing them against her body, and then pulled her to me and gave her the most passionate kiss that I could create on the fly. She kissed me back just as passionately.
When our kiss broke, she looked at me and asked, does that mean that you just want to keep fucking me?”
“Yes!”, I answered.
“Okay.”, She said sheepishly, avoiding my eyes.
“Lori, sit down here on the bed, I told her, as I guided her arm in that direction. When she was seated, I sat beside her and took her right hand in my left. “Lori,”, I began, I need to ask you something.”
“Okay.”, she said. “If I keep fucking you, does that mean that I can’t keep seeing you after all this is over?”
“No.”, she answered sheepishly.
“Then let’s set things straight between us right now, so that we know where each of us stands from here forward. Lori, I want to fuck you now, and tomorrow, and the day after that. Long after Milinni is either in jail or dead or whatever the fuck happens to him, I want to still be fucking you. I will want you in my life too, every, fucking, day! Not just now, or tomorrow, and not just after Milinni, but also through whatever comes after that bastard. I want you in all my future adventures Lori, because I want you.”
“Sure, I want to keep fucking you! What man in his right mind wouldn’t? But I want you too Lori! I want you, and everything about you that comes with you. Do you understand now Lori?” Still looking down, she nodded her head, and a tear crept down her cheek. I reached for a tissue and handed it to her. Then I asked her, “Do you understand how badly you’ve teased me?”
“I haven’t been teasing you Cowboy.,”, She said innocently.
“My voice trembled a little and was gravelly as I responded, “Every move your body makes teases me. Every note of your voice seduces me. Every glance, toys with me, and your touch ignites a wild fire in me that rages until I can have you. You make me want, to not just stay alive, but to live, really live, all because you’re there. I want you to be my reason for waking up in the morning.”
“When I tear off on another investigation, I want you with me, and there for the one after that, and then the next one. I want you as a whole partner in my life, and I want to be in yours the same way. I thought you knew how I felt after we talked yesterday.”
“Well, I thought so, but later thought maybe you were just being nice.”, she remarked.
“Well I’m not just being nice, Lori. I’ve fallen for you in the worst way. Or best way. Whatever the way is Lori. I’m kinda head over heels about you. She wrapped both arms around my chest and hugged me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hugged her back then we kissed. I don’t think that I�
��ve ever had a woman kiss me so hungrily. We held each other a few moments more, and she asked me if I was ready for that coffee.
“Yes Mam!”, I answered, and a big ole breakfast!” Tucking my Colt, under my coat, and into the back of my waistband, I asked Lori, “Got your Colt?”
“Cocked and locked!”, she answered, holding up her purse.
I told her that we’d pick up the bags when we got back, and then asked her, “Are we straight now?”
She beamed at me and said, “Yes sir, Mister Cowboy!”
After my usual, paranoid style, sweeping of the hall, and stairway, we took the front stairs. When we stepped outside, the congestion of emergency vehicles and personnel, across the street had only partially cleared, so we decided to walk. There was a coolness in the air, but the denim jackets did their job, hiding it from our bodies.
We now faced a conflict. When hiding and dodging, like we were now, I always made it a policy to never return to a business where I had been before. It was based on the same ideas behind the not staying in one place theory. I figured that the more you went into a place, the more likely someone would remember you, or red flag you, because someone had been in asking about you.
Right now, we couldn’t get the truck out because the street was blocked by the emergency vehicles. And, the only thing open within walking distance was the little twenty-four-hour diner where we had breakfast yesterday. There was the alternative of not eating, or just settling for snacks that we already had, but I reasoned that a whole different shift of employees would be staffing the diner at this hour, and we were really hungry. This morning, we woke up hungry, and then had worked up an appetite in the shower. And to, maybe it was a little fuck hangover, messing with my brain, but I decided it would be okay to bend my rule. Never bend your own rule.
When we arrived at the diner, only the three employees and one fireman were in there. He must have been the low man in the pecking order, because he was picking up a huge order of coffees, to carry back to the accident scene in front of the hotel. We crawled up on the stools at the counter, and while the other two staffers took care of the fireman’s order, the waitress headed over to take our order. Because it was the built-in configuration of the diner, we were also aligned with our backs to the door, another violation of one of my prime rules of street survival. Never turn your back to the door.