by Amy Brent
“Earl, you don’t have to worry and you know that I’m the one that taught you everything you know. Being in the Marines, I learned what it took to put things back together again. Leave me the keys to the shop and I’ll be happy to fix her truck with no cost to you.” I wasn’t sure that I liked this arrangement, but I had very little time to raise an objection before Earl was passing over the keys.
“He’s right. He did teach me everything that he knows. He’s probably better at this stuff than I am anyway.” I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that to get out of being made to show some kind of responsibility instead of taking that fishing trip. “Come back in the morning and my buddy will set you up and have you on your way before you know it. I’ll even wave some of the fee and it’s the right thing to do.” I thought that was mighty neighborly of him, but for him to do that for a complete stranger showed just what kind of hometown values I had been missing. I agreed to their terms, pulling at my hair which was a short blond cut. I had an apple bottom and a pair of breasts that were more than a mouthful on a 5’4, 120 pound lithe frame.
The guy that was going to work on my car had these pair of sunglasses that were mirrored and made it very difficult to see the intention behind his eyes. The open shirt showed a white tee shirt and the black pants was a little unusual for a man that was rough around the edges. The belt alone was custom made and had this Italian craftsmanship that you didn’t find here in the states.
“I can give you a lift down to the diner and the hotel is just across the street from that. I’m staying there myself and I have some business to conduct in the early morning that needs a very delicate touch. I have my eye on a certain parcel of land that I plan to develop it into something of a resort. Through the trees is a beautiful lake. It’s taken a lot of time to convince the previous owners to give up their legacy, but there is always a price for everything.”
“Didn’t he just say that you’re going to have to wait for the part to come in for your car to be fixed?” He stopped and slapped himself across the forehead. It was obvious that we were going to have to walk the couple blocks down to the diner.
“I guess we’re both in the same boat.” He went to his car inside and that he locked up for the evening with my truck currently in the second work bay. We walked in silence and there were moments that I had to stop and look at his tight ass in that black pair of pants and wonder if I could find some way to make them come down a little.
I swallowed hard and envisioned the way that his hips would flex, as he gave me what I’d never had before.
Chapter two
“This place might be a hole in the wall, but their hamburgers are to die for.” I wanted to argue with him, but with my mouth full of this delicious meat, it was hard to say anything disparaging about a place that really looked like it had been in the throes of better days. The atmosphere was of a roadside stand and the people were the kind that knew the value of a hard earned dollar. I couldn’t say the same thing for my mother. I often thought that she got pregnant with me to trap my father.
“I have this compulsion to talk to the chef and inform him that he is doing one helluva job. He shouldn’t be cooking here and there are places in the city that would gladly snap him up in a second just for these hamburgers alone.” I saw the billow of smoke coming from the kitchen and I saw somebody in behind that smoke, but they were distorted and made it difficult for me to praise his virtues. I sat there eating that hamburger and stripping him of every piece of clothing one at a time in my mind. I could see his chiseled chest and the way that his hips tapered into that V that would have most women crying out in passion on the release of an orgasm that was currently building up inside.
I had to purposely move my fingers into the waistband of my jeans. I touched the wet material of my panties and I knew that his presence was currently making me very uncomfortable in a good way.
He was older than me and could’ve been my father, but there was no way that I could have these kinds of feeling for my father. There was that flicker of a flame. A brief understanding and the exchange of glances that we were sharing made me believe that he was thinking the same thing. He was a total stranger and yet I was thinking about sleeping with him and giving him the purity of my body.
“I know the chef personally and I can have him come to your table.” I heard him saying something, but my main focus was the way that his chest was falling with each breath. I could see the way that his shirt was pushing out against the muscle of his obvious well defined hunky body.
“That would be nice…so very nice.” I wasn’t even talking about the meal and certainly not about the chef. I had my eyes on a certain dessert that would be most at home inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his seed and to drain him of all of his bodily fluids in one mad dash to the finish line inside that no tell motel across the street. I envisioned him planting his tongue deep inside me and then drawing out the conclusion of our union with sharp thrusts of his hips against me from behind. He would be slapping my ass and pulling my hair like a dirty little girl. I wanted him, but I had no idea how I was supposed to profess those feelings without looking like some sort of slut.
“I’m sure that he would have no problem hearing from a visitor to this town about his prowess in the kitchen.” The only prowess that I was looking for was the way that he was going to make me squeal with a certain delight that came from an orgasmic offering. He motioned for the chef and he came out and actually wiped his hands on his apron.
“I never thought that I would see you here again. When you left after graduation, I saw you as a rising star and one that was going to leave this no nothing town in your rearview mirror.” It was obvious that they knew each other and that coming from this town was something that they had in common. He had close cropped dark hair and standing at 6 feet and 200 plus pounds was more than this diminutive little frame could take.
“Hank, I want you to meet a friend of mine. She’s only here for the night, but she wanted to personally thank you for your efforts in the kitchen. I don’t think that it comes as a big surprise that she found your hamburgers to be delicious.” I wanted to say that it was the best thing that I’d ever had in my mouth, but I was thinking that maybe there was something else in this diner that might surpass that. “She might even show up for breakfast tomorrow morning. You do have a hearty kind of breakfast that sticks to the ribs.” Hank shook my hand and I told him that he was wasting his talents, but he said that he was never going to leave what he considered his family.
I drank my coffee and continually looked over the rim of the cup to see that he had undone one of the buttons on his shirt. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly enough to stoke those fires just a little bit more than what they already were.
“You have been a welcome company. A stranger is someone that you haven’t had the fortune to meet. It’s all about being in the right place at the right time.” I had purposely undone one of my buttons and leaned forward let him see the ripe melons that could be his if he played his cards right.
He escorted me over to the motel and I paid for the room in advance for one night. We both got our keys and went up the stairs. I don’t know if he could feel the heat between us, but I felt like we were going to turn into a ball of flame. His room was right next to mine and there was an adjoining door inside. I stood there with my door open and I was waiting for that inevitable kiss. He leaned in and moved this strand of hair away from my ears before leaning forward and kissing my forehead in a platonic way that took that sizzle down to a simmer.
“It’s been a nice evening and I don’t want to ruin it with some kinda one night stand. I’m not that kind of guy and I’m afraid that this is as far as we go together. You are a little young and I would feel like I was robbing the cradle if I were to even contemplate anything that wasn’t strictly on the up and up. I’m sure that it would be fleeting and memorable, but I’m looking for something with more longevity. I can’t in good conscience do something to ruin that.” It was o
bvious that the ring on his finger was cutting off his circulation to his brain or maybe another part of his anatomy that was having the life choked out of it. He didn’t recognize a good thing, but I had to say one thing for him and that he was loyal to a fault to whatever woman that had ensnared him in her web.
“You’ve been something of a surprise and I don’t usually find myself interested in older men. I’m a little disappointed, but I’m also glad to see that some people have morals that are still intact.” I could say that, but it still didn’t mean that I wasn’t willing and able to show him some kind of tender loving care.
“I’ve always believed in fidelity and the vows I took were sacred in the eyes of the lord. I’m not saying that I’m not tempted, because I would be a damn fool if I said that I wasn’t. It’s just that I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to come in there with the way that we are feeling about each other. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or send any kind of mixed signals to indicate that I would even do something like this. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying any more. It would be best that I just go inside before I do or say anything that I will regret.” I felt this longing and the yearning for something more than just his attempt at idle conversation. He had made his bed and now he was going to have to lie in it alone. Unfortunately, that meant that I was going to have to do the same thing.
“Whoever your wife is, I have to say that she is a very lucky girl to have a man that can resist the temptation of a nubile young thing like me. I hope that she’s worth it and you have no idea how good it was going to be.” I really had no idea of that myself, but it sounded good in my head. I hadn’t had sex, but I did come close several times. I wasn’t exactly innocent and going down on a guy and having him shoot into my mouth was one of my guilty pleasures. I was very good at skinning that flute and making a man pump volumes that seemed impossible. I was selective and I had to get to know the man or the young pubescent boy that was going to make his way into manhood.
“I sometimes think that monogamy is a crime against humanity. It’s certainly not what the bible would tell us to do, but he does work in mysterious ways. I can only assume that throwing you at me is a test of my willpower. I only wish that my wife could see me and know that she means that much.” He opened his door and looked back one last time, as if he was trying to convince himself that grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into the room would be the worst mistake that he had ever made in his life.
I licked my lips and made a certain part of his anatomy show interest by how he was filling out those pants. If that was with underwear and I had no reason to doubt that it was then he was well endowed. I wanted to see it and I was this close to attacking him and having my way, but I forced myself not to put him in that untenable situation.
I was in my room lying down with my legs wide open and running my hands down over my milky white flesh. I knew that he was no more than a couple of feet away and that the only thing that was separating us was a bit of drywall and a thin wooden door. It would’ve been so easy to knock and have him come over, cry on his shoulder about some nonsense and then use that to seal the deal.
I’d already taken a cold shower, but that did nothing to negate the simmering heat that had taken control of my body and good senses. He was now making it impossible not to touch myself. I barely scratched over my clit and my entire body jumped with an audible gasp of excitement escaping my lips. I wanted this complete stranger and I could bring him to life in my mind’s eye like a fantasy. It was his hand that touched me and it was his finger that elicited that moan of desire. I could see him so clearly and yet everybody knows that one’s own hand does not have that unpredictable nature.
“Yes…my fucking stud…finger fuck my hole.” I purposely raised the Octave of my voice, so that he could get a good idea of what I was doing. I could only pray that he would take his own cock and we could ride that manual train together to the end of the line. “I want your tongue…I want your big hard cock within my folds.” I had no other recourse than my own fingers and a bottle of hand lotion that I had found in the bathroom. I should’ve had one of my many battery powered toys, but they were currently locked in a chest underneath my truck seat.
“Please…you’ve got to stop this. Your hand feels, so fucking good and if you don’t stop, I’m going to blow all over the place.” It was his voice and I wondered if maybe he was trying to compete with me. It was going to be an interesting way for us to have sex and not have sex at the same time. “Take me in your mouth and let me see your tongue working me into a frothy frenzy.” If I listened real hard, I was sure that I could hear the slapping of his hand against his stick of dynamite.
“Take my mouth, use it as you see fit and cum deep into my throat.” I had three fingers driven inside of me with my sticky residue now slathering over my fingers. This was where his cock should’ve already been.
“You have such a sweet mouth and a girl like you should always have a cock inside it. I can feel it coming and I want you to join me in a moment that will live in infamy in both of our minds. Suck it…suck it harder…pull my balls and make me cream inside that young….oh so very young…mouth… AHHHHHH.” I could almost taste him and it brought to mind those few guys that had been privileged enough to hold my hair in their hands and deliver a deposit that was worthy of a girl with my skills.
“I just took your load in my mouth. I’m stroking you back to a stiff one. I’m spreading my legs and letting you slide down between my heaving bosom. You leave a trail of what little bit is left inside your balls. You grab me from around the thighs and you plunge solidly and with no mercy to make me cry out in passion. You slap against me, as you pound me harder and harder into the mattress with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I scream and you look at me with this hunger that can only be satiated by giving me what I want.” I was telling him a tale that could have happened if he only let himself live a little.
“I feel my cock wrapped up in your tight little hole. I look down and see how the lips are caressing me on each stroke and I reach under and grab your ass to pull you towards me. There is no denying that you’re not going to get away. I drive like a piston from a machine, making your body bounce on that mattress, as you squeal with delight and throw your head back in obvious enjoyment of what I’m doing to you.” There was no way that I could handle that type of dirty talk without touching on the pleasure that was currently in reach.
“I’m cumming…do you feel me cumming all over your meaty cock? Do you love the way that my juices run in rivers down the length of you and cover your balls? I’m cumming for you…only for you… YESSSSSSS.” I twisted and turned, letting my passion unfold naturally and I lay back with a satisfied air surrounding me. I wanted the real thing and there was no substitute for that first time encounter. This was the next best thing, but it was likely a pale comparison to what it would be like if he was here in person. His body would be glistening and his eyes would be showing this intensity that made me aware that this was not the only time that we were going to bring each other to the pinnacle of pleasure that night.
“Thank you.” It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep and I knew that after such an explosive moment that I would have the sleep of the angels.
Chapter three
I suppose I should’ve been surprised when I awoke to find that he was no longer there. I knocked and there was no answer. I went downstairs and found my truck already sitting in the very spot underneath the room in which I had slept with visions of him running through my head.
“He told me to tell you and I’m sure that you’ll understand that in another life and in another time that it might’ve been possible. I normally don’t concern myself with other people’s business, but for $50.00, I’m more than happy to relay a message. I also have this letter.” The manager was this balding idiot with a stained blue shirt that looked like he had slept in it.
I walked out into the parking lot and I couldn’t wait to tear
into that piece of paper. “Last night is something that I will cherish. I wish that there could have been more and I’m sure that you feel the same way. We gave each other something to hold onto. You still have your whole life ahead of you and a future that is probably ripe with a lot of guys standing in line to be with you. I can only hope that you’ll find the happiness that you deserve. I know that we have only known each other for a short time, but I feel that it’s been longer than that. I was tempted to knock on your door this morning, but I have this funny feeling that I would never be able to keep my hands off of you. I wish you all the best and that all of your dreams come true.” He signed it with the letter A. It brought to mind the symbol of adultery that women wore when they cheated on their husbands back in the old days.
I breathed deeply and turned my face towards the sun with the heat now touching my cheek. I had a few more days and I was going to make the most out of my time.
I stopped off at various places along the way, talking to complete strangers with the words of my fantasy lover continually echoing in my ears. A stranger was only a person that you haven’t met. I learned that they all had stories and I lived vicariously through each and every word. I even stayed in this little old ladies house, so that I could listen to stories of her late husband, a war hero that had seen his life snatched away from him at an early age. She never remarried and she confessed that she believed that there was nobody out there that could hold a candle to the one that got away.
I stayed with her for about two days and then I moved on and found this farmer couple that was just making inroads into a new marriage. This guy was handsome and I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that there was interest. The word fidelity didn’t mean much to me before, but it did now. I did nothing to encourage his advances. I ignored his wandering eyes and I did not call him on his behavior when I caught him staring at me, as I came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me.