Just to be Left Alone
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I saw two lawn chairs in the shed so I popped them out at a safe distance from the smoke. I got our teas and I helped him with the seasonings before I relaxed in the chair with my tea.
The sun was fading in the distance. The colors were clear and beautiful. I watched Conrad turn the meat and passed him his tea every few minutes, but I just sat there feeling serene. This was the kind of thing that I needed. Times were stressful and things were made more difficult than they needed to be. I wanted my life to be more peaceful, when I could get these things settled down.
Work was a singular situation that brought up more stress, even though I loved my job. Jason was a completely different planet than my days at the dismantled job site. I made a promise to myself right then and there that I would strive for this kind of day to be a habit. I knew I could make it happen.
“Hey, chicken’s done. Wanna grab the glasses and head inside for the salad?”
I nodded and grabbed everything before going in ahead of him. I had the salad out and the rolls turned on in the warmer while I got some salad dressings out. He yanked the rolls out as I got down the plates and we sat together at the bar after refilling our drinks. We ate in silence, but I definitely let out a small moan as I bit into the steaming chicken breast.
“You like my meat? I seasoned my breast just right and knew they would melt in our mouth,” he said as he handed a napkin to me.
I needed the napkin, because at that point, I was choking on his meat. He laughed and then smacked me on the back to keep me from choking further. I had tears running down my face and was a gasping mess. I felt great.
“Yes, your meat was so good that I choked as my mouth revolted to having to swallow it. It wanted to stay in there all night.”
I grabbed my tea to dislodge that feeling in my throat and grabbed his napkin to wipe my face. It took a few minutes for us to stop laughing and get back to dinner and another minute for me to start hiccupping.
I managed to get the rest of my food down and only once had him offer me peanut butter to take away my hiccups. Afterward, we went outside to watch the last of the sunset. He gave me a hungry kiss before tucking me in the vehicle for my ride back home. I rode home with a smile, even with the lingering hiccups.
* * * *
I lathered on my lotion and grabbed my stuff as I headed outside the next day. I figured two hours out in the sun would be good before I showered off for my lunch date with Conrad.
I felt languid when I went for my shower. I dressed in a denim mini skirt with a bright yellow sleeveless blouse. I was grabbing my sandals as I heard my phone ring at twelve-thirty.
“I’m fifteen minutes away, will you be ready?” Conrad asked.
“Yep, I only need five and just got hungry. Where are we going?” I knew he had errands to run while we were out.
“I have a load to drop off and then scrap metal to pick up for the sculpture. We’ll work in a steak dinner somewhere in there.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes. Bye.”
I hung up and headed to the bathroom for some mousse and a few quick swipes of makeup before I grabbed my hobo bag and headed downstairs. I was only standing there for three minutes before he pulled up in his truck.
He admired the expanse of my legs as I hopped up into the seat. His hand immediately went to my thigh as he pulled me to him for a hard kiss.
“You look mighty tasty in that outfit, my dear,” Conrad said as he casually looked down at the skirt that had ridden up when I had gotten in the truck.
I didn’t even pull it back into place since I enjoyed him admiring my legs. Who cares if it was only three inches away from showing my underpants, no one else could see it. I snickered as I imagined myself wearing this another day, except purposely forgetting the underpants.
I told him just as much. The truck swerved.
“Wow, I didn’t think I’d get that kind of response.”
“Young lady, that was dangerous. Try to keep those thoughts to yourself when I’m driving.”
I reached over to pat his right knee and he smiled at me.
When we got to the restaurant it was later than the normal lunch time. We got seated at a booth in a sunny corner and heard slow country music playing over the speakers. We quickly ordered and sent the waitress on her way. We talked about ourselves as we listened to the soothing music.
Our food showed up, but we kept up the conversation. We even tried each other’s food. I had gotten the blue cheese filet and he had ordered the Hawaiian ribeye.
“Dreams. What dreams do you have?” I asked.
“Lately, wet ones.”
I choked on my potato.
“Okay, breathe.”
He patted me on the back as I chugged down enough water to get my lungs clear.
“Wow, seriously?” I asked between gasps of air.
“Yes, seriously.”
“I will rephrase the question. What dreams do you have for the future?”
“Sex with you, owning my own fabrication business and a long motorcycle trip one spring.”
“That sounds like fun. Where would you go?”
“I love the mountains and would also like to drive down the coast checking out places that I’ve never been to.”
“I like it. I have always wanted to travel, but it doesn’t work with my career.”
“Where would you go?”
“I have always wanted to go to Greece, Spain and Ireland.”
“I would go to Hawaii and Africa,” he said as he finished off his steak.
I gave him the last bite of mine as I patted my full belly. We turned down any desserts and sat back for a little while.
“Let’s get a little deeper with the conversation. Sex. I’m being presumptuous about us having sex one day. What are your turn ons and turn offs?”
“You know my neck is sensitive. I like just about everything you do.”
“Yes, the neck is nice. I also like how you clench up your stomach when I go anywhere near it. I like my ear sucked,” he stated.
“I don’t like my feet to be messed with.”
“Some people love to have their toes sucked on.”
“Not me.” I shuddered.
“Any fantasies?”
“Um, well, maybe a few.”
“Come on, don’t be embarrassed. How can I fulfill them if I don’t know about them?”
He nudged my shoulder and turned his eyes away which made it easier for me to answer.
“I would love to go camping and have wild sex out in the open, under the stars.”
“Okay, go on.”
“I don’t have a lot of experience, although there are some wild ideas I have had.”
“Such as?”
“I would love to be sitting in a dark booth while someone gives me an orgasm.”
I grabbed my drink to hide my face.
“That can be arranged,” he whispered into my ear.
I hastily looked around at us being in full view of the lobby and my heart skipped a beat. I heard him chuckle.
“Not right now. Calm down.”
I drank my cold water. I was quiet as Conrad paid the waitress and we headed back to the truck.
I turned up his radio when I got in there and tried to get over my embarrassment. He kissed me on the cheek and headed toward the steel warehouse.
We made small talk about our families until we got to the warehouse and then he was all business. He handled his business and then we headed back toward his cabin. There were no more questions about sex.
It was dark as we got to his place so I turned on the lights to the shed as he started unloading his materials. The largest copper piece would go with him for the sculpture. That piece was wrapped and tied down in the bed before we went inside for a few hours.
“Are you having lunch with your parents tomorrow?” He asked me.
“Yes, at their place.”
“Does that mean that you need to go home soon?”
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bsp; “No, I don’t have to be there until after eleven so I’m good for a few hours. What do you have in mind?”
“We can watch a movie or play games, like strip poker or strip monopoly.”
“I’m not wearing enough cloths for strip anything.”
“That depends on the stakes of the game,” he said as he wagged his eyebrows at me.
I went to the chest that held board games and yanked one out.
“You want to play a block stacking game?”
“Yep, let’s see who has the best concentration.”
“You’re on.”
By the time we set it up for the second time, we started getting a little more inventive. I tried to distract him by blowing in his ear or flashing a little cleavage. He kept up his concentration, so I started to get more aggressive. He decided that turn about was fair play. He started by staring at me while I tried to take a piece out and then started coughing. I was just as determined. I ignored him.
It got worse when he leaned over to blow hot air on my neck, which gave me shivers. He was happy that worked in his favor so he kissed my ear on my next turn. I got back at him by putting wet lips on his ear lobe. He almost dropped his piece.
Half of the pieces were still there as we waged our own battle. I saw that his next move was chancy, so I started unbuttoning the top two buttons on my blouse. It showed quite a bit of cleavage and the top of my buttercup lace push up bra. He stopped his move and dove for my chest. I laughed as he pushed his nose against the front clasp in between the lacy cups.
He got back up and went back to his chosen piece. He successfully maneuvered it out. I was determined to do better. His fingers walked their way up my bent leg, just below the hem of my skirt. I almost dropped my piece as his finger probed to my lace panties. In return, I waited until he was removing his piece to slip my finger under the front clasp of my bra until he heard the click of it opening. He held his piece, mid-move, as I slowly slid the straps out of the shoulder openings in my shirt and tossed it in his lap. There he stared, at soft yellow lace that was warm from my skin.
He threw his removed piece at me as a distraction, and then jumped me. He was on my stomach as we hit the floor.
My nipples jutted against the cotton fabric. He traced the open path with his nose as he slowly undid two more buttons. I felt the air on my exposed skin and shivered. He ran his tongue over the visible swells and then pulled me back to my sitting position. His eyes lingered on the view that the open shirt provided before reminding me that it was my move. Indeed it was.
I took my time in choosing a piece. I was bold enough to squeeze my bare breasts together and tilted my butt into the air. Then, he knocked all the pieces down before pulling me onto his lap and smacking my rear.
“Young lady, I’ll really spank you if you keep that up. Here I am, concentrating on this game and you keep putting your attributes in my face. That is totally out of bounds and unsportsmanlike. You either stop that right now or I’ll be forced to thoroughly fuck the daylights out of you,” he playfully smacked my bottom one more time and then kissed the top of my head.
I felt his laughter as I pushed myself into an upright position and glared at him.
“What comes around goes around, young man.”
“You started it.”
He stuck his tongue out at me. I lost it. He was so adorable. I had started it so he had every right to spank my sassy butt.
I got up and gathered up my things as he put the game up. We headed to the truck hand in hand. I snuggled up against his side as he drove me back home. It was nice to see all of these sides of him and still like what I saw.
He walked me upstairs and ravaged my mouth before jogging back down the stairs to his truck. I had learned loads about him today and he seemed to be interested in learning more about me.
My body was still yearning for Conrad’s touch. I threw my clothes in the laundry bin and then slid in between my cool sheets without even putting on my pajamas. I smiled as I realized that I had ended my day being naked.
Chapter Twelve
Sunday I woke to Bella rubbing my face with her forehead. I grabbed her up and scratched her neck before sliding out of the bed to feed her. I was still naked and laughed at how brazen I had been acting lately. If this kept up then I might be bad enough to buy crotchless panties. This was a whole new side of me.
Lunch with my parents was nice. I told them I was dating someone new and about the warehouse repairs. They told me about a cruise to Alaska that they had spontaneously planned. I hugged them both and headed back home to relax before my Monday morning duties.
I was opening my apartment door when I got a call from someone who had found my cell phone. Apparently, I had left it at the restaurant and it had slid under the booth where a busboy found it.
I picked it up and gave the young man a twenty as a finder’s fee. It looked fine, but was dead so I set it on the charger when I got home. I sent a text to all my numbers that I had gotten my phone back and Chastity told me she had known I would get it back. How like her.
It got late so I climbed in bed, naked again. Conrad called me for a few and I smiled the whole time as I thought of telling him that I was naked. I would keep this to myself.
“I got a call from Blake and I need to head out Wednesday night since a big storm will be coming in by Saturday. Can I take you to dinner Tuesday?”
“Of course. I seem to be having an appetite increase these days.” Yes, I meant it both ways.
“Now now, don’t get me started. It’s bad enough having to leave in a few days let alone you tempting me every second you can.”
“I was tempted to eat the truffles in my fridge, but I’d be up all night with a caffeine rush.”
“Got a sweet tooth, eh?”
He still didn’t own up to the box of truffles that he had sent me, so I would keep up the farce.
“Yes, that’s also why I love kissing you so much.”
“Okay, I’ll keep my evil thoughts to myself.”
“Good night and I’ll see you at six-thirty Tuesday night. Hugs.”
He blew me a kiss and hung up.
Boy, my life had taken a turn for the better. I had actually turned myself on when thinking of my so called evil thoughts and smiled.
* * * *
Monday and Tuesday were very productive days at work. I was able to make an appointment with the inspector for the beginning of the next week and corporate would start the process of getting employees back on the clock. I was looking forward to dinner with Conrad and refused to think about him being gone for a week. It was too short of a time to work myself up about it.
I got home and took a quick shower before he got there. I even downed two more truffles before I dried my hair. I opened the door to him before I had my makeup on and went to finish getting ready.
“You don’t have to put all of that on just for me.”
“I don’t do it for anyone except myself. Besides, I am only putting on eyeliner and lip gloss.”
“Your eyes are already gorgeous. I will only kiss the gloss off.”
“Well then, I guess you won’t mind me tasting like watermelon.”
I waved the lip gloss in front of him.
“You taste good on your own, but if you want to be fruity, then go right ahead.”
I slid the applicator across my lips as he watched me in the mirror. I had been told by Chastity that guys liked watching girls get ready. I wouldn’t know. I said this to Conrad as I got my green eyeliner out.
“Yes, if I watched you get ready then you wouldn’t get to go out. I might be inclined to keep you hostage at home.”
I smudged on my favorite green eye liner.
“You don’t make faces.”
I stopped, mid-eyeliner stroke, “What?”
“Most women make faces when they put their makeup on. You don’t do that.”
I laughed when I realized that he was right. I didn’t do that.
“Good observation.”
By the time I got to dessert, I started having a stomachache. I hoped it wasn’t the food because we would both be sick. I took something for my stomach, unfoturnatley it only got worse.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure. Does your stomach ache?”
“Nope, I’m fine”
“My stomach is tied into a knot as if I had swallowed a rock. I’m getting hot and my head feels heavy.”
“That sounds like the flu, has anyone at work been sick?”
“Not that I am aware of. Maybe I should go home to bed.”
“If that’s what you need to do, then let’s go.”
I grabbed my bag and headed to the truck just as another pain hit me. My step faltered for a moment and then I forced myself into the comfy front seat. Even the seatbelt hurt.
Conrad got me home and walked me to my door.
“Be careful on your trip and I hope you don’t get sick.”
“I’ll be careful. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow, Go get some rest.”
He blew me a kiss. I smiled until another pain hit. I prayed for a quick recovery and forced my eyes closed once I got into bed.
* * * *
Feeling better the next day, I grabbed a can of soup and headed to work. I thought coffee might be a bad idea, so I opted for hot tea at work. I was taking it easy today, just in case.
Parker was out for two days for jury duty and called to complain that he was being sequestered. He was pissed at being in a low rank hotel with no greasy food, or Chastity.
To make matters worse, the weather was going haywire over several states. I’d be getting part of it before the end of the day. They were reporting torrential rain and possible flooding. I was glad my vehicle was made for this kind of weather.
The sky opened up at two in the afternoon and thunder rolled the skies shortly after. The shade of the horizon melted into the black tar on the roads. Visibility was at a minimum. I heard several reports of standing water on the local streets.
By three-thirty, I wished the crew a safe journey home as I closed the warehouse doors against the pounding wind.