When we finally came up out of the bus, our eyes took a good while to adjust to the light. When I could finally see, I discovered my house was gone. It just not there. The concrete slab looked like someone had even swept it off for me. The pickup was found ? mile away totaled. State Farm settled with me and I was very happy with the way they had treated me. Brooke's house, just 300 feet from mine had virtually no damage at all. What had jammed my lid on the pipe was a piece of junk from her father's back yard, an old engine, was picked up by the storm and slammed against the pipe. The lid had to be cut off to get us out.
State Farm put me up in a motel for as long as I needed, per the policy, until I could get my living arrangements worked out again. Brooke went home and apparently got her mess all cleaned up. We went our ways for a few days, working on damage, and cleanup, all that stuff. I didn't see her at all for a week. I was in the motel and really had nothing to come back to, it was all gone. I had to decide what to do, I owned the lot, should I rebuild, or move a trailer on the property, or just move on to somewhere else?
7 days after the storm, 17 days after her husband had beat her nearly to death, a knock came on my Motel room door. I opened it and there stood a vision of loveliness, if I ever saw one. Brooke asked why I never came back and what I was doing avoiding her. I invited her in and she hugged me like a long lost lover. I told her that I had lost everything and had nothing to come back to. I had to decide how to start over. I was trying to hide my erection from her, even as she pressed her belly into it and rubbed it gently with her body swaying.
"You will come and live with me." She said with firmness and conviction. "You saved my life and you rescued me from a tornado. You kept me safe and you are an honorable and wonderful man, I will not abide you living in a motel, homeless when I have a roof and can help. Get your things. We are going."
That was yesterday, and this is today. Today is June 2. I slept in Brooke's house last night and this morning I am laying here with the door slightly ajar. I saw her slip into the only bathroom that the house has in just her panties, nothing else. Her B cup breasts jiggling. You know, I think she meant for me to see that. Now, I hear the shower. I quietly get out of bed and see the bathroom door is open 6 inches. I can see her form in the mirror in the shower. YIKES.
I guess I just need to close it and make sure I don't alarm her any.
I hear the shower shut off and I quickly run back to my bed and lay there. Brooke comes out of the bathroom and I see her looking into my room. She has but a towel around her, her legs totally exposed and I can see, through the slit in my eyes, that her pudenda are visible. She says, "Mr. Bill, are you awake"
"Yes, Brooke, I am. Good morning." I answer.
"Can I come in?" she asks.
"Sure, sweetie, please." I reply.
"Mr. Bill, am I unattractive?" Brooke asks haltingly.
"Oh, Brooke, you are a dream. I think you are the prettiest woman I've ever met. Why?" I ask.
"Because I've tried every way I know to get you to make love to me, and you reject me every time. I let you think I'd kicked my covers off in the bus and that I was asleep. I touched myself for you I tried so hard to get you to take me, Mr. Bill. Then I watched while you masturbated when you thought I was asleep. When you were asleep, you snore, I touched you, Mr. Bill. You have such a handsome penis. I've never seen one like yours. Then you left after we were rescued and I didn't know where you'd gone. I was so upset and worried that you were offended with me. This morning I left the door open to the bathroom and you just got up and shut it. Is something wrong with me? How can I reach you, Mr. Bill? I want you to make love to me Mr. Bill. Will you?"
"Brooke, sweetie, I was 37 years old when you were born. I am way more than twice your age. I never gave it a thought that you would find me desirable. I am an old man, way past my prime and nowhere near the fun a young guy would be. You've had some tough times of late. You lost your dad, you lost your husband after he mistreated you so bad and then you had major surgery. What you do not need is a horny old goat rutting around in your life and making things complicated. I felt like I needed to provide safety and honor for you, not molest you. I admit you have provided fantasy for me. I could only wish I could get my chance at you, but eventually, I am going to go soft and not be able to keep up. It wouldn't be fair to you. You deserve better", I whisper. "Brooke, make a good choice for yourself, please. You do tempt me, but it isn't fair to me that you do. It isn't fair for you, either. You are looking at more heartache here. Decide well honey." I say.
"Mr. Bill, I am so confused. Please make love to me." Brooke pulls my covers back and crawls into bed with me, dropping her towel. She runs her hand down my chest, to my Jockeys and into the waistband. She lifts her leg up over my legs and her naked body begins to hump on my thigh while she pulls on my very hard and erect penis. I can feel her wetness on my leg and she moans as she gives herself a small orgasm. At that, I come instantly in her hand and squirt up my body to my neck, right where her face is. My ejaculation strikes her in the eye and on her nose and cheek. She pumps again and I shoot another rope of juice and hit her chin. She continues to hump my leg with her vagina and pushes so hard, I wonder if it hurts her. This is one horny girl.
I ask Brooke, "Do you trust me then, Brooke? Do you believe I will not hurt you? Do you trust me completely?"
"Yes, Mr. Bill. I trust you completely. You absolutely have proved that I can trust you and I do." Brooke says.
"There is some rope, Brooke, out in the garage. Go get it. Clean yourself off and bring the rope here, honey" I say.
She pads out of my room and I ask her to put on a pot of coffee on her way through the house to the garage. In a few minutes I smell brewing coffee and she brings in some cotton rope from the garage.
I ask her again, "Brooke, do you trust me completely?"
"Yes, completely" she answers.
"Lay down here honey. Spread your arms and legs, I am going to tie them to the four posts of the bed." I say
Hesitating, but not too long, she does just that. I tie her hands to the bed then her feet. She lies naked, open and helpless before me. I leave the room.
"Mr. Bill, where are you going?" "Mr. Bill, what are you doing?" "Mr. Bill..."
In a few minutes I return with a steaming cup of coffee and a full glass of ice water. She watches me intently, questioning me with her eyes. I see a little moisture in her slit, just a hint. Did I notice her hips move slightly?
I set the cup and the glass on the dresser. Then I sit on the bed beside this absolutely consumable and beautiful young woman. Brooke, I am going to ask you one more time. "Do you believe I would never hurt you? Do you believe I care for you? Do you trust me? Absolutely? Brooke, you can get out of this now, it is not too late, but in a moment it will be too late, what is your desire?"
"I trust you, I want you. I desire you. Please take me, I am yours Mr. Bill." Brooke states.
I rise from the bed, retrieve a chair from the kitchen and sit it at the foot of the bed, not touching Brooke. I take the coffee and drink it. I swish it around in my mouth; I take another gulp and swish it around my mouth. Suddenly I lunge from the chair and latch onto her vagina sucking and licking with my overheated lips and tongue from the coffee. She instantly begins to orgasm. She spasms, pulls on the ropes with her arms and legs, she cries out, "OH" and I lick and suck and rake my rough tongue over her engorged clitoris. For over a minute I continue, she never stops orgasming, twitching and moaning and writhing.
Suddenly I pull off. I do not touch her. She is begging with her eyes, wondering what I am doing. Begging for" more", for" more"," please, more".
I take the ice water and take a sip. It hurts my teeth, but slowly I swish icy water around in my mouth. I take an ice cube and chew it, swishing it. I am sitting on the chair at the foot of the bed, looking at her; she is silently looking right into my eyes, wondering. I stare at her pussy, its' engorged lips protrude beyond their normal camel toe depth and the totally erect clitoris
is huge, begging for attention silently. I sip more ice water and then I suddenly lunge at her vagina sucking and licking. She screams, "It is too much, I can't take it, please, too much."
I back off immediately. She is sucking in air and trying to talk..."Please it is too cold, it is too cold, please, no more."
"Fine" I say.
I leave the room and pour out the water and the coffee. Then I refill the coffee and drink much of that cup while still in the kitchen. I return to the bedroom and lunge again at her pussy with sucking and licking and she immediately climaxes, and does not stop.
After a minute of that, I cut her ropes, get on the bed and thrust my steel hard, diamond cutting cock into her in one motion. She never stops climaxing and I quickly and rapidly impale her while her arms encircle my neck and her legs wrap around my torso. It isn't long and I join her in climax, injecting my seed deep within her. My second for the day? Good grief, how long has that been?
After a few minutes, I soften and I roll off my precious neighbor and we lie here in one another's arms panting and not able to speak. What would we say, anyhow?
The End.
Sun Goin Down On Me
Even in the shade of the tree canopy, the air was warm and smelled of moss. Logan Mathews could see the trail restoration team spread out along the hillside. The bark walkway stretched about 30 yards in either direction from him and then turned in a sharp switchback at either end. Huge evergreens towered overhead with ferns and berries around his thighs. Logan was pulling vines and blackberries away from the trail edge, while others from the team worked on the trail above him, higher up the mountain, replacing wooden beams that lined the path.
Logan glanced up as a girl in tank top and cargo shorts walked toward him down the incline of the path. Her strawberry blond hair was swinging in a ponytail, and her breasts seem to gently match the movement beneath the white cotton.
"Hey," he said, glancing at her bare calves and hiking boots.
"Hi," she answered, cracking a small smile. "They're done with the beams and are heading up to a higher elevation. They sent me down here to help you."
"Sure," said Logan as he straightened up, his chest breathing heavily from the work. "What's your name?"
"Sunny," as she pulled off a work glove to shake his hand.
"Really? Wow." Logan gave her a lopsided grin and took the small hand in his. It was soft and warm, and her toned arm flexed a bit as she looked up at him.
"Yeah, I know. Parents from the 60's, blah, blah...," she said sheepishly.
"No, no...um...it's cool," giving her another smile. "I'm Logan. Is this your first restoration? I haven't seen you before."
Sunny took in his broad shoulders and trim waist under the jeans. His green eyes stood out next to the brown t-shirt that was pulling gently across his chest. "Yea, I've done the guided hikes and snowshoe trips, but I have a German Shepard I usually take and they won't let him come on the maintenance stuff. He's with my sister today though..."
"How about I start up there and work my way toward you?" she said, motioning to the hillside 15 yards away from Logan. He nodded, staring at her intently.
Sunny turned, knowing that Logan was staring at her ass as she walked away from him. She glanced back catching his eye before reaching down to cut more vegetation. Logan couldn't resist the moment to watch her bent over, shorts riding up her thighs, as he took a drink from a Nalgene bottle. She was tan, and tight, but it surprised him how quickly his body had responded to her.
He was just about to start working again when he heard a far-away yell and an echo from splitting wood. He knew it was the team higher up the mountain, but something in the sound made him tense. Then a louder crack and the flurry of a bird as it flew up from the forest floor. Logan's body reacted before his brain did, as he dropped his shears and started toward Sunny. The hair on his neck bristled as he lunged forward. Then he saw it -- a 3 foot boulder, careening down the hill from somewhere up above, smashing branches as it gained speed.
Sunny looked up just as Logan yelled her name and came at her in a dead run. She wasn't sure what part of him hit first, but with one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, he knocked her off her feet and rolled once, twice and landed to the side of the path half on top of her as the boulder whizzed by her head and continued down the hillside. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, slowly feeling Logan's body around her...on her. One forearm was under her shoulders, a hand cradling her head. She could feel his mouth along her far cheek. A large thigh resting heavily between her legs. The inhale and exhale of his stomach moved against her ribs. Logan pushed with his other arm and rose above her, concern on his face.
"Are you ok?!" he rasped, his eyes scanning the top half of her body.
"What happ...?" as Sunny gasped and blinked still feeling the jolt of the fall with him.
"It was, uhh, a boulder from the group up above. They must have dislodged....God, the idiots." Logan stared down into her face. "I....." he struggled. "I'm sorry," as he levered up off her.
Feeling his weight leave made her gasp. Sunny stood shakily grabbing a handful of fabric on his t-shirt. "No! It's ok....Um...Thank you," she said breathing heavily.
Logan's adrenaline was still pounding. He put a hand behind her neck, his thumb along her jaw. God she was gorgeous. "It's....," he started to say. The smell of her skin with the dirt and the pine was too much for him. Logan bent forward crushing his mouth on hers. She was sweet and soft and he groaned with pleasure.
Sunny reacted immediately, slipping a hand along his shoulder, molding her body to his, pressing her breasts into his chest. Logan's hand splayed across the small of her back, pulling her even closer. She opened her mouth slightly and he lapped at her tongue, tasting the faint scent of oranges.
Sunny was lost in his hard strength and drugging kisses. Was she dizzy from the near accident?...or the hands caressing her back, her stomach, sliding up her ribcage.
"Ohhhh!" Sunny cried as she buckled in pain, breaking the seal on his lips. Logan's hand had risen along her left side causing her to flinch. He pulled back instantly, frowning.
"Owwww...my side," she complained and gingerly pulled at her tank top. Logan covered her hand with his and slipped the fingers of his other hand under the fabric.
"All right, wait, let me see," he offered and bent slightly at an angle for a better look.
Logan could still sense the feel of her body from pinning her beneath him. He couldn't believe he'd reached her in time, nevertheless gotten her out of the way. The boulder would have knocked them unconscious, or worse. As he lifted the shirt and cocked his head for a better look, Logan saw the gash in the soft flesh under her last rib. A shard of wood was lodged in the skin and blood had started to ooze down her side.
"Jesus. Ok, hold still," he commanded and unclipped a small fanny pack from around his waist. He pulled out a gauze pad and alcohol wipe. "Well, at least you know how to make a first impression," he quipped, which made Sunny both chuckle and wince at the sting of moving.
Logan crouched slightly wrapping an arm around her torso to brace any movement, and then without warning gently pulled the piece of branch from her side.
"Ahhh! What are you doing!?" Sunny yelled.
It pained him to hear her cry out but he covered the wound with gauze and then held her still in his embrace, the pressure from his hand working to stop the bleeding. He could feel her shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry, darling, but I had to get that out and letting you think about it wouldn't have helped matters. Good news is it's not very deep. Let me clean it up a bit and you're good as new."
Sunny smiled weakly as she let him work on her. His hands were large, but nimble, and although it was difficult for her to see everything he was doing, his warm fingers were soft against her skin. His palm flattened against her stomach as he pushed gently to seal the gauze bandage. He pocketed the paper wrapper waste but left his other hand on her hip, just below the wound. He was back to stand
ing over her, thighs just brushing hers, their breath intermingling.
"Thanks. Again." Sunny said meeting his gaze. "That's twice that you've...." "Thanks," she finished as she put a hand up to his chest.
Logan could feel himself reacting again. An ache in his chest, his stomach, his loins.
"I guess I couldn't resist," he stammered while realizing that Sunny hadn't pulled away...and hadn't stopped looking at him. Her pert little mouth was open slightly, her face still flush, and her eyes sparkling more boldly than before.
"Then don't." She countered with a little smile. That was all Logan needed to give in to her sweet request. He brought both hands up, cupping her face and kissed her firmly. Her lips were soft and moist as he brushed kisses across them. The tip of her tongue teased his upper lip as she tilted her head higher to meet his. Logan felt the rest of his body responding, his cock protesting the confinement in his jeans. He slid his tongue along hers, drawing it out and sliding it in again. She suckled on him and then nipped at his lower lip. Her hands slid around his back and caressed upward, feeling the ridge of muscles running along either side.
Logan brushed his mouth along her cheeks and her jaw as one hand slid behind her head to hold her where he wanted.
"Oh sweetheart, you're just sexy hot," he confessed, pulling her tighter but careful to avoid the bandage on her side.
Sunny pushed her hips against him moaning. She twisted slightly and drew her crotch along one of his thighs. Logan groaned, pulling at her tank, and tasting her lips again. He cupped the sides of her breasts, dragging his thumbs over her nipples as they hardened for him. She easily filled his hands, the mounds firm and pliable. He pulled his mouth from her and nuzzled under her ear, along her neck. Sunny wanted more. She drove her hands down his back and pulled up his t-shirt to slip her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. He was damp with sweat. She pulled a hand to the front and felt the hardness of his stomach and the trail of soft hair that lead to something much harder.
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