by Sarah Silver
Chapter Nine
There was a palpable shift in the atmosphere. It was almost like a thunderstorm was about to hit.
“Sweet,” he said. “I am afraid you will have to put your clothes on. You cannot stay. I must walk you back to your automobile.”
Courtney could not believe what she was hearing. She knew what she heard but she shook her head to make sure she was not dreaming.
“Excuse me?” she said.
The expression on his face said it all. She almost didn’t have the heart to shame him. But she did not like the turn of events. Whether she slept and left before the crack of dawn, it still wouldn’t feel any better.
“I had hoped we would spend the day together tomorrow,” she said. “Like we did before.”
“I would like nothing better. But tomorrow, it is not possible. I will spend the day visiting after I attend worship,” he said.
Courtney flew out of bed. While she tried to listen to the rational voice in her that reminded her, she knew there was a major barrier between them. She knew tomorrow was Sunday and that anyone who lived anywhere near Amish communities had some knowledge that that was a really big day for them. But she was not liking having to drive at a late hour back into town to her apartment.
She did not like that she had to part with him again.
She packed up the phone and put it back into the bag.
He gripped her wrist and stared at her. It grounded her instantly. He did not let go of her wrist even when she simmered down.
“What are you doing?” he asked her softly.
“I am taking back the phone,” she said, her voice trembling from stilted emotions. “It was a stupid thing to give you. You can’t use a phone.”
“I am sorry, sweet. You may not take it. It belongs to me. You gave it to me,” he said.
“You really want it?” she asked.
“I would not part with it,” he said, his hold on her more tender and gentle.
She turned away from him, trying hold back the tears. With a finger, he turned her chin back towards him.
“I would not ask you to go,” he said, looking at how shaken she was.
“I understand,” she said.
“You will be all right?” he asked.
“Yes, I will. It was nice seeing you again,” she said, trying to distance herself from him, emotionally. “Walk me to the car?”
“Courtney,” he said taking her by the shoulders. “You will come see me again. We don’t have to do anything but have dinner and visit. I want to see you. Spend time with you.”
“I can’t keep having my heart broken,” she said. “I know we have met in an unusual way. But I have strong feelings for you. And we have too many differences between us.”
“But we have all the important sameness,” he touched her warmly. “Do we not? I believe our passion is rare.”
“I can confirm that,” she said with a sad laugh. “I am not going to experience anything like what you and I have shared. Not ever.”
“I don’t want you to. That may be selfish of me and I am not made to be selfish, but that is my truth.”
Chapter Ten
Christian silently walked Courtney to the car. He stroked the roof.
“It is made of fabric,” he remarked aimlessly.
“Yeah, it comes down,” she said half-heartedly. “Like on a night like this, the whole thing folds back and it makes it super fun to ride in.”
She pressed the button on her key and unlocked the car.
Just as she was about to get into the car, he said, “Show me.”
“Show you what?” she asked.
“Show me how fun it is to ride with the top down. Take me for a ride,” he said.
She searched him, slightly confused. “You want to go for a ride with the top down. What just down the road and back?”
“All night, if you will have me,” he said.
“But you have church and stuff tomorrow,” she said.
“I will be tired but I will be happy. It’s all I can offer you and I know, much too much to ask,” he said humbly.
“No it isn’t,” she said. She lifted to the balls of her feet and kissed him.
Then she got an inspired idea. “Christian, we don’t need all night. How about we go on a very special ride? I bring you back and then we work on the rest?”
He nodded. Courtney opened the door for him, adjusted the seat so that he could fit in. She got in the car herself.
“I think since this makes some noise,” she said, “I should drive up a ways.”
She regarded him.
“Poor thing. I better hurry. You barely fit in the car.”
Courtney drove about a half of a mile to pull over. She unlatched the roof and pushed the ‘open’ button. The windows magically lowered, the roof lifted off of the frame of the car and folded back into an automatically opening truck. Courtney kept the button pressed down until it beeped.
Christian laughed heartily. Courtney reached over and gave his seat belt a tug. His look was smoldering. He held her head and kissed her. He held her bottom lip in his teeth.
“Handsome, if we don’t stop, I going to be giving you a ride of a different kind. As it is, I plan to rock your world,” she said.
“May I ask to show you one place before you ‘rock my world?’?”
Courtney was thinking there was very little she would refuse him. He directed her quietly to a covered bridge. It was a little ominous-looking in the dark. But the moon was fairly bright and the sound of the river running underneath it was irresistible. Christian took her by the hand and they strolled to the bridge. Though it was sheltered, they could see over the walls to the water below. The setting was very moving. She really liked sharing it with him.
They held hands, gazing at the beauty. Courtney’s shoulder grazed his rock hard triceps. The electricity that flowed between them even when they were just innocently admiring nature put thoughts in Courtney’s mind. She turned to him to let him know that if he were feeling the same way, she was opened to him.
He must have been thinking the same thing. He swept the hair from her face and kissed her. He broke apart from the kiss to murmur against her lips. “You know this is where we sometimes come to be alone.”
“‘We?’” she asked.
“People in my community. To be alone with each other,” he said with a wicked glint in this eye.
“Have you just taken me to Amish Lovers’ Lane?” she smiled.
They kissed intensely for a long time. “I have another present for you,” she murmured. “One that you can carry around with you. I am about to give you a memory you will never forget.”
Chapter Eleven
They climbed in the car, buckled up, and Courtney drove just fast enough for it to be thrilling for the both of them. She looked over to him to make sure that he was enjoying the sensation of speeding in a little sports car.
As luck would have it, the forest-lined, meandering rural highway opened up. They came upon a bright, moonlit field split by a long, winding drive. Courtney turned on the drive, just enough until they were safely off of the main road.
“You can’t ride in a car like this, on a night like this,” she said. “And not experience this.”
From the backseat, she pulled a folded up cotton blanket she kept for warmth and picnics. This made for a good occasion to have it on hand. She reached between his legs and released a lever to move his seat back. Her hand slid up to the apex of his legs as she took his mouth. She very deftly worked to unfasten the waist of his pants. Christian caught on immediately and lifted up to slide his garments down.
Courtney pulled over at the side of the road. He was hard for her already. His cock was perfect in every way. She took him into her firm grip and lowered her mouth. She worked up a good amount of saliva, making sure the walls of her cheeks and her tongue were super good and wet as she drew down on him.
She made a tight seal around him as she flicked her tongue atop the soft surface of the head. After
torturing him sweetly, delving lightly into the little crevice, licking up every nuance of the cap, she glided her tongue down the length of the generous shaft.
He was so hard but his skin so soft. She gave heat all the way down, dragging her tongue on the spongy flesh of his testicles before returning to the tip. Courtney took as much of Christian into her mouth as she could, guiding him to hit the walls of her cheeks for sensual pleasure.
She made sure to keep everything tight and wet for him as she gently worked her hand up and down on the shaft. Christian seemed to fumble, gripping the sides of his seat then her hair as his hips gently rocked upward into her mouth. She was torturing him in the best possible way.
She was unrelenting, bobbing up and down, delivering round after round of pleasure. Just as she believed he was about to come, she turned her head so that she could look up to him. They made searing eye contact which pushed him into complete erotic bliss.
She quickly licked the palms of her hand and pleasured him to completion manually, catching his seed with the soft corner of the blanket. Christian let the back of the car seat cradle him as he was possessed by an intense climax. She lightly kneaded his testicles and flicked the head of his cock with her tongue until he went completely limp.
She let him wallow in pleasure for a moment before starting the engine. With mirrors and looking over her shoulder, she slowly backed out of the drive that had led into the field, as Christian adjusted his clothing. Once she got to the main road, she reached over to fasten his seat belt.
He whispered in her ear. “I think I love you,” he said.
She liked the sentiment but she could not resist teasing him. “I think many men say that after an experience like this.”
Chapter Twelve
Courtney didn’t expect that Christian would actually use the phone. He might have been able to immediately after she showed him how it worked, but she had doubts that he would use it even if he did remember how. She knew that while on some things, he was willing to think outside his community, maybe the phone was not one of them.
She was pleasantly proven wrong.
Towards the end of the week, she was awakened by the ring tone she had assigned to him.
“Hello?” she answered tenuously, curling up in her covers. “Is that you?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“It is,” he said.
Courtney sat straight up in bed. “Oh my goodness,” she remembered to say, having blurted out the other expression and caused a little tension between them. “You have the best phone voice.”
He laughed. “Thank you. Will I see you at the market this Saturday? I have a gift for you.” He was quiet for a moment and then amended his statement. “I have two gifts for you.”
“A present from you? I am so there,” she replied, realizing her voice had become ultra girlish just talking to him. “Christian,” she asked.
“Yes.” His voice was smoky.
“Are you eating?” she asked.
She remembered that he left before dawn and then returned to fuel up right about the time most people were waking and drinking coffee.
“Yes,” he answered.
“So you’re in your house?” she asked excitedly.
“I am,” he said.
She stretched out, letting her body glide against the rich coolness of her sheets. She realized it was a deep desire to spend a night in her home, in her bed with this man.
“Christian.” Her voice warbled with arousal. It was breathy and pained. “I love hearing from you. But now I am aching so badly.”
“Aching?” he asked.
‘I need you. I need you,” she repeated.
From the deep sigh that came across the phone, she knew he needed her too.
Very quickly she started to rub herself. She was so intensely excited to hear from him and filled with mischief of giving him his first dirty phone call that she gave out a squeal of pleasure over the telephone.
“Are you pleasuring yourself?” he asked in a playful voice.
“Yes,” she admitted sheepishly.
“Can you save it up till I see you on Saturday?” he asked.
“Maybe” she said. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
The BBW Stepmom Gets Double Teamed
By: Naughty Nicole
The BBW Stepmom Gets Double Teamed
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Chapter 1
Lydia already saw the Alps and the Himalayas. She’d already been to the Caribbean and South America. She’d been on a cruise to Antarctica the year before, and every other continent in the world. She didn’t need expensive vacations or fake thrills, all she needed to do was get dolled up and head to the country club to satisfy her tastes.
She could sit on the terrace with a glass of wine and watch the waves hit the shore. She didn’t have to take the private jet to do that, and she didn’t want to. She was more of a homebody. She enjoyed simply things like a good movie and some good food. She liked having quiet evenings with her friends and just talking.
As the heiress to a billion dollar tourism empire, she had expanded her horizons as far as they could be stretched. She put on a nice dress and admired her curvy body in the white sequins with her long blond hair and her Jessica Rabbit makeup. She was big, that was true, but she was beautiful. She grabbed a white fur boa and headed out the door to meet her driver outside the estate.
It wasn’t that she didn’t look good, it was that men didn’t enjoy real women. They wanted stick figures who ate carrots all day instead of good steaks. They preferred big fake titties to real womanly breasts. It was a shame. She would’ve loved to have somebody to share everything she had with. Her money was amazing, but at the end of the day, it was a lonely life.
The few men that did get with her, wanted her money, not her body or her heart, and she never had one sincere romance in her entire life. She was already 40, and had no idea where she was going to find somebody to love.
The country club was her release. It was her simple night out and she needed that. The driver set her in front of the curved driveway and she stepped one leg out and then another. The night air warm and she felt good. She had been lost in her thoughts all day, but tonight she was going to enjoy herself.
She walked into the decadently decorated reception room where a hosted smiled at her and noticed that there was a chalk board to the right saying, “Chef Du Jour Presented by Legendary Chef Harold Tramping.” Lydia had heard of Harold Tramping. His most recent restaurant.Ghol’s Terrace had failed miserably when one of his cooks accidentally burned down the kitchen in a grease fire on the north side. Before that, he had the Hobbit Hole in the foothills, which was designed to look like a tiny Hobbit Hole. It did spectacularly until the entire place caved in and almost killed several patrons. Every one of his restaurants was faced with one disaster or another. She wasn’t sure whethe
r to stay and take her chances, or run. The last thing she wanted this evening was to face the seven plagues or find a dead cockroach in her food.
She thought about it, though, and realized she’d never really heard about whether or not his food was any good. All she’d heard about was the massive disasters in his kitchen, which were never food related. It was quite possible that his food was really good. He was probably just kind of clumsy or something.
The tiny brunette hostess was a size zero but somehow her boobs looked perfect and were at least double d’s. Lydia wondered how much that had cost her and whether or not she got better tips that way. The men in the restaurant certainly looked her way.
She wasn’t what it was about good bodies. She liked people based on their personalities, which seemed to be a rare trait in people. She decided that it something to do with what they wanted. Nobody wanted substance, they wanted a hole to fill, and that simply wasn’t any good. She couldn’t sit next to a pretty face that had nothing to say, it would bore her to death. She couldn’t imagine doing it for the rest of her life. Doing so would be objectifying anyway. It would always be about a piece of meat and whether or not it was formed properly.
The only meat that Lydia worried about was the meat on the table, at least that evening. She had no idea what the chef had in store. Chef Du Jour was when a new chef debuted their style by taking the menus off the table and offered a simply choice of dishes based upon the entrees. The soups and salads would always be the same, but the entree could be chosen based upon whether or not a person wanted lamb, duck, chicken, beef or pork. They didn’t usually have all of those choices, and they almost never used just the simple beef, chicken or pork, but they always had some interesting things to offer.
Fine cuisine is like any art. When a person enjoys the subject, then they do their best work. When a person is forced to do something they don’t enjoy, then it isn’t any good, at least not when they’re choosing what goes in it. Chef Du Jour was a chance for people to get to know a chef and see what he was best at, as well as sample his finest cuisine.