by Stacey McCoy
“Well yeah. I just don’t want you to get bored that’s all.”
“How could I ever get bored when you’re around? Anyway I know a few things we could do to help relieve my boredom.”
Jake places his hands behind me and slips them between my jeans and my skin. I can feel his hot hands grabbing and squeezing my arse as he pulls me close to his waist. I try to back away. I’m worried the kids might come and find us any moment now.
“Jake let go. I have to go check on the kids. I’ll be back soon. The bus gets here at about 8.30.”
Jake pulls one hand out of my jeans to check the time. It gives me the opportunity I need to, unfortunately, get away from his grasp. As I walk back across the bedroom Jake pops his head out of the ensuite door and whispers, “You’re not playing fair Kat.”
I blow him a kiss with a promise of more attached to it.
The kids jump on the bus as it stops at the end of the driveway and they head off to school. They wave me goodbye as they take their seats. Neither of them thought twice about picking the coat up off the floor. Thank goodness.
Jake is in the kitchen when I walk back into the house.
“Do you always take your shoes off and leave them by the door when you enter someone’s house?” I ask Jake.
“Yeah of course. It’s good manners to do so.”
Jake is completely clueless as to what my inquiry might be insinuating. He continues to fumble his way around the kitchen as he looks for food.
“The bread is in the bread bin, the toaster is still on the bench, and the plates are in the cupboard underneath you.”
“Thanks,” he says without looking up at me.
“Maybe next time it might be an idea to bring your shoes into the bedroom with you.”
“Why?” Then a light flicks on. Jake whips his head around, his eyes filled with panic.
“Oh shit, your kids. Sorry Kat, did they see them?”
“No. I covered them up with a coat.”
“Nice.” Jake relaxes. “So what do we have to deliver today?”
I’m shocked that Jake actually wants to come to work with me. I wouldn’t have thought driving around the countryside all day would be high on a city boy’s list of things to do, but as usual Jake has surprised me.
“Well I won’t know until we get there, but we better get going because the sooner we get the deliveries done, the sooner we’ll be finished.”
Jake stalks towards me with lust in his eyes. His walk is slow and mesmerising. My God he’s gorgeous.
“Are you in a hurry to get home again Kat?”
“Jake if you keep coming at me like that we won’t get any work done today.”
“Okay I’ll behave, only because I can’t wait to get you back here and fuck you on every flat surface there is in this house. And I’ve noticed a few. So let’s go.”
My knees weaken as I think of all of the smooth, levelled places we could have sex on in this house. Oh my, there are quite a few.
Jake finishes buttering his toast and we head out the door and climb into my ute. It takes twenty minutes to get to work and by the time we get there Jake has opened and shut, turned on and off, flicked and clicked everything that opens and shuts, turns on and off and flicks and clicks in my car.
“Do you always act like a child when you get into someone else’s car?”
“If I didn’t do all of those things I would have had my hands all over you and that’s probably not a safe thing to do while you’re driving.”
“Aww you’re so sweet. There’s not much to play with in my work ute though. If I had known it was going to be hard for you to concentrate I would have brought some of Aiden’s toys for you to play with.”
“Ha ha. I can’t help it that you are completely addictive. You’re like my drug Kat. When I’m near you, I have to have you.”
I’ve pulled into my usual park out the back of work. Jake leans over, pulls my chin towards his lips and begins to kiss me. We’re tangled in a hot passionate kiss at the back of my work place when there’s a knock on my window. It’s Murray. Oh my god, how embarrassing.
I wind the window down. “Good morning Murray.”
“It is for some people.”
Murray’s hard stare is fixed on Jake. Jake straightens in his seat and introduces himself.
“Hi. I’m Jake.” Jake extends his hand out across me in offer to shake Murray’s hand.
“I’m sure you are. I’m Katherine’s boss. You plan on driving around with Katherine today?”
Murray has not shaken Jake’s hand. This is not a good sign.
“Yeah I’d like too. Would that be okay?”
Jake retrieves his hand and places it on my thigh. Murray’s eye diverts to where Jake’s hand is now resting.
Murray takes a deep breath. “It’s okay if Katherine says it’s okay.”
This is serious. It’s not often Murray uses my full name. It’s only happened once actually. That was the day I delivered the wrong item to a farmer who was angry that I’d stuffed up and he took his anger out on Murray. Murray never yelled at me, but he did call me into his office using my full name and sternly advised me of my apparently costly mistake.
I don’t deliver to that particular farmer anymore. In that farmer’s eyes women aren’t capable of much more than kitchen duties and occasionally giving birth, which is no easy task, believe me, and I take offence to anyone who suggest otherwise. I think Murray has taken him off my delivery list for his safety, not mine. Murray knows how upset I get when someone tells me I can’t do something because I’m a woman and I’ll tell anyone who cares to argue with me that women are capable of doing anything.
Jake knows not to ask me if it would be okay to ride around with me, after all he already knows the answer.
There’s an uncomfortable silence. I try to ease the tension by suggesting we get to work. Murray opens my car door and watches Jake exit from his side. We all come together at the front of the car and head across to the shed where my ute is already waiting. Murray suggest Jake goes to the staff room to make a couple of coffees for the trip while Murray helps me load up. Jake asks Murray if he would like anything. He declines.
As soon as Jake is out of earshot Murray turns and asks me, “Does he make you happy Kat?”
I’m pleasantly shocked and happy that Murray cares so much as to even ask me.
“Yes, he does.”
“Right then. You better get to work.”
And that’s as sure a sign of Murray’s approval of Jake as I will ever get.
We hit the road and I spend the time between properties telling Jake all about the people I deliver to and educating him about farming life. He listens closely to every word I say and he seems to sympathize with the lifestyles struggles, but also he seems to understand that farming has its rewards.
Jake asks me about Murray.
“I can only summarise Murray as being like a father figure to Sam, then to me, once Sam died. He always had a soft spot for Sam. He‘d known him since he was a small boy. Murray watched Sam grow from a child into a wonderful man who he respected greatly and vice versa.”
“Why wouldn’t he shake my hand? Do you think he doesn’t like me?”
“Oh no not at all Jake. Actually I think it’s quite the opposite in fact.”
“Really. Geez he’s got a funny way of showing it.”
I don’t want to upset Jake by making him think everyone out here is going to have it in for him.
Our last stop is old Mr Lockwood’s. Turns out he needs some rat traps.
I pre-warn Jake best I can. I don’t think it thrills Jake to know that we might possibly be stuck talking to Mr Lockwood for the next two hours, but he says it’s time spent with me, so he’s happy.
Mr Lockwood is sitting on his front porch when we arrive. He stands to greet us as we approach the house with his rat traps in hand.
“Ahh so this is the young man that had you all smiley the other day girlie?”
I blush.
“Pardon Mr Lockwood.”
“Oh don’t pardon me. I don’t need to be pardoned. You know what I’m talking about. You got one of those text things on your phone the other day then suddenly you got all smiley and you had to run off and leave me for him I guess.”
Mr Lockwood extends his hand to Jake and asks him not to crush his hand when he shakes it as he’s old and he’ll break easily. Jake laughs and is immediately at ease with the old timer.
Mr Lockwood begins to ask Jake questions about what he does in his spare time to make him so big and bulky. Jake is happy to answer his questions, not once simplifying his responses in an unnecessary effort to make allowances for Mr Lockwood’s age. He’s picked up on the fact that Mr Lockwood is quite up-to-date with the real world for a man of 89.
Mr Lockwood continues his line of questioning and asks Jake what he does for a living. I immediately blush and look at Jake. I want to get his attention so I can indicate for him to lie to Mr Lockwood, but it’s too late. Jake tells Mr Lockwood that he’s a male burlesque dancer, but one day hopes to be a personal trainer. I didn’t know Jake had other areas he wanted to pursue, but I guess he can’t strip forever. He’ll be considered old one day and he’ll lose his attractiveness to the twenty something year old girls coming to the show.
Mr Lockwood is not surprised, or disgusted at all by Jake’s confession of his current occupation. In fact he seems quite curious.
“You know Jake you might be able to answer a question for me that has been plaguing me for decades.”
“I’ll try my best Mr Lockwood. Fire away,” replies Jake.
“My beautiful wife, God rest her soul, went to one of those strip shows one night with a few of her girlfriends. When she got home later that night, she jumped my bones. Damn near nearly killed me! What the hell do you do to the women in there to make them that way?”
I have never in my life heard anyone over the age of sixty talk about sex with such candour. My mouth must be on the ground because Mr Lockwood asks me to pick it back up and shut it.
“You’re human girlie and you’ve obviously been busy doing the horizontal tango with this bloke. Surely you know what I mean.”
I honestly don’t know what to say, or where to look. I’m completely dumfounded by the words that are coming out of Mr Lockwood’s mouth.
Jake is doing his best not to laugh and take Mr Lockwood’s question seriously, because he is serious. He wants to know what goes on. The unexplained bout of passion from his wife after her trip to an all-male show has been playing on his mind for years.
Jake simply says, “All you need to say Mr Lockwood is thank you. The men who your wife saw that night had done their jobs well if your wife was aroused by the buffet put in front of her, yet still ate at home, if you know what I mean. Besides she was obviously coming home to a better man.”
Mr Lockwood seems to understand that Jake is not going to give him any explicit details of what goes on behind closed doors, not that anything sinister goes on. It’s all good clean entertainment.
The old timer scratches his head and says, “Hmm, well I suppose you women have got to have some secrets, right girlie?”
I’m still speechless.
Jake laughs, shakes Mr Lockwood’s hand and says goodbye. Jake moves me towards the ute and opens the passenger door. I’m so shocked I don’t even realise we’re moving and that I’m not driving until we hit the road again.
“Oh my God Jake. That was…awkward.”
“I like him. I think he’s the coolest old guy I have ever met in my life. When can we come back here again?”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
I give Jake directions for the way back to work as I sit back and admire his driving abilities.
“I thought you city blokes all drove autos.”
“I learnt to drive a manual when I was younger. It was the one grown up thing Dad got to teach me before he died.”
“Oh,” is all I can say. I don’t know whether Jake wants me to ask him about his father or not, so I let it go.
He doesn’t speak of him again.
We get back to work and Murray is waiting out back when we arrive. I don’t think it’s a good sign. Shit I’m not driving either.
Jake stops the ute and we approach Murray with caution.
“Well I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing young man.”
I gulp in vain as a lump lodges in my throat.
“But you’ve obviously made an old man happy. I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes on the phone to Mr Lockwood and he has said nothing but nice things about you.”
“Oh that’s good,” says Jake. “He’s a pretty cool old bloke you know.”
“Yeah I guess that’s one way to describe him. Will we see you tomorrow?”
“I hope so, but I guess that’s up to Kat.”
Murray laughs and holds out his hand for Jake to shake. I watch Jake smile as Murray walks back towards his office. We jump in my car and head for home.
“That has got to be one of the weirdest work day’s I have ever had,” I say as I shake my head in disbelief.
“It was far from boring wasn’t it?”
“You can say that again.”
***
We arrive back home to an empty house. As we walk in the back door Jake asks me, “How long till the kids get home?”
He has an obvious agenda on his mind.
I reply in a slow sultry voice, “Not for another three whole hours.”
“Hmm, where shall we begin?”
“Begin what Mr Samson?” I ask knowing full well exactly what Jake’s intentions are.
“I told you earlier I want to fuck you on every flat surface in this place and I know now that I have exactly three hours to do it in. To be honest, I’m worried we won’t have enough time.”
“If we fuck for three hours straight I’m not going to be able to stand up to greet my kids when they get home.”
“Well maybe you should have thought of that before you ran away from me this morning.”
“I tell you what Jake, I’ll make a deal with you. If you can catch me, then you can fuck me.”
I run off toward my bedroom. I barely make it past the kitchen bench when Jake catches me. In an instant he turns me around to face him. The passion and lust we have for each other ignites into roaring flames once more. Jake lifts me up onto the kitchen bench and proclaims between kisses that this will be the first place we’ll have sex.
Jake takes his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out the condoms with one hand as his other searches under my top for my breasts. I hurriedly do my best to undress Jake while he fumbles with his wallet, but I only manage to strip him of his t-shirt. Jake lifts me off the bench and pulls my jeans and underwear off as quickly as he can then lifts me back up onto the bench.
The surface is cold on my skin, although it helps to relieve some of the heat radiating from my body. I help Jake rip open the condom and once it’s available I roll it onto his thick, luscious cock which he has freed from the confinement of his jeans. He immediately buries his penis inside me and I can’t help but moan at the wanted intrusion. Jake thrusts quick and hard and it doesn’t take long for him to come inside me. I can almost feel him filling the condom.
As Jake lets his heart rate slow down, while resting his head on my shoulder, he realises that I didn’t orgasm.
He looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Kat, you didn’t come did you?”
“No I don’t believe I did Bluey.”
“Sorry I’m not man enough for you,” he says with a smile knowing full well he is plenty man for me.
“It’s okay Jake, don’t beat yourself up over it. Not all women come every time they have sex you know, just like not all men can fit into extra-large sized condoms.”
“Well you’re not all women Archie. You are one in a million and I know you need to come and I’m going to make you.”
“And how do you pr
opose to do that Jake?”
“First I’m going to get rid of this.” Jake pulls out of me and rids himself of his condom. “Then I’m going to lay you down on the couch and consume you with my mouth.”
Oh my.
All Jake needs to do now is take the rest of his clothing off and keep talking dirty to me and I will do anything he asks of me. He scoops me up into his arms and walks me over to the couch and lays me down gently.
Jake strips the rest of my clothes off slowly and covers me with the throw rug I have draped over the back of the couch. He seems to understand that women like to be kept warm while having sex. Even though it’s a warm day, the breeze flowing through the backdoor is enough to chill my naked skin.
“Lie back and make yourself comfortable.”
“Okay,” Oh yes, dominating Jake is back.
I wriggle down on the couch and place a cushion under my head. Jake makes his way down to my feet and lifts the throw exposing my skin. He starts by ever so slowly kissing each of my toes. Once he’s done, he painfully and slowly makes his way up my legs toward my inner thighs. His foreplay is skilful yet agonisingly slow. Once he gets close to where I want him to be, he retreats and starts again.
The anticipation is working its magic. I’m wet and more than willing to have Jake anyway I can get him and he knows it. Jake makes his way up between my open thighs and purposely bypasses my vagina. He continues to kiss me just above my sex and around my belly. His tongue trailing all the way toward my nipple. His hands never touching me, instead he uses them to support his weight above me. All I can feel is his tongue and the heat coming from his mouth.
I’m so fucking turned on. “Jake. I need you inside me.”
“Patience Kat. Patience.”
“I don’t have any bloody patience Jake. I want you now!”
Suddenly Jake sucks on my nipple…hard. He inserts two fingers inside the wet folds of my sex. I cry out at the sudden onslaught. His unexpected action is so erotic and intoxicating I can’t help but try to thrust my hips into his fingers to gain more of him.
“You are impatient aren’t you?”
I throw the blanket off so I can see all of Jake’s half naked body on top of mine taking control of my sexual desire. Jake suddenly dives between my legs and consumes my sex with his mouth, still he pounds two fingers inside of me. I spread my legs further to allow Jake more access. He weaves his free arm under my back and lifts my hips, giving him uninterrupted access to me. He knows I want more of him and more of him he gives me.