“It’s all right, it helps pay the bills and such. I just don’t like how some of the guys come off and all. Do you like your job?”
“Just like you said, it helps pay the bills, I’ve been doing it for so long that I’ve heard and seen just about everything under the sun. But, I enjoy it though. Are you getting ready for your class reunion?”
“Yeah, my twenty year high school reunion, I used to be on the football team back in the day, fullback position, so I want to try and at least look better than most of my friends. Say, did you get your package?” he asked.
That package, Marcie had tried to forget about it but the thought of its contents had preoccupied her since she’d first picked the damn thing up. That was one of the reasons why she’d hurried to try and meet with Roy, she needed a distraction and that killer smile of his was definitely a good one. “Yeah, I did, thank God.”
“What did you get?”
Now, what are you going to tell him, Einstein?
“Well, I’m picking up my friend’s mail so I don’t know what it could be,” Marcie lied while stuffing her mouth with more salad.
Smooth move girlfriend, what a way to get buried in lies?
“Well, that was nice of you to get your friend’s mail for them while they are away. What do you like to do for fun?” he continued. Marcie was thankful when he changed the subject.
“Nothing much, just watching a good movie and chill at home. I don’t go out much ‘cause by the time I get home from work, I’m too tired to be going anywhere but to bed.”
“Yeah, I’m just like you, too pooped to go out and preferring to just spend the night at home and relax. Sometimes my job makes me wish I could have done what I really wanted to do in the first place.”
“What was that?”
“I know this sounds silly, but I want to go back home and work on the farm again. I’m not much of a city boy, I’ve been here for about two years and I still don’t like it, even to this day. I’ve been saving my money to go back home, I just have three more jobs to do and then I can get back to the farm. I have everything set with my brother back home. I’ve got the land, house, and equipment already set up. I just have to get the money for feed and some of the animals and I’ll be all set to go back home. Lord knows, I am not one for city life,” Roy said sitting back in his chair.
“I bet it must be nice where you lived, I’ve never been on a farm before. Well, I take that back, when I was young, we went up to Pennsylvania Amish country and we visited a farm. It was really nice and we had a lot of fun there,” Marcie said reminiscing about the time in her life when she was young and carefree. Where the hell had the time gone?
“I tell you what, Marcie, when I get my place settled and all, I’ll invite you for the weekend and you can see what it’s like. Would you like to come and visit me on my farm?”
He was just too sweet, Marcie thought, as the wind blew and knocked over her cup despite her trying to grab it before it hit the ground.
“Let me go and get you another cup of tea,” said Roy as he picked up the cup and got up to go inside. Marcie was beginning to wonder why all of a sudden she was getting attention from all these men. First, it was wrong number Jonathan and now construction worker/farmer Roy; Marcie didn’t know how she could handle all of this. Soon he came back with another cup of tea and a sweet smile on his face as he said, “Here you go. You didn’t get any of it on your feet, did you?”
“Oh no, I’m fine, I’ve got to head back to work, though. My break will be up by the time we get back there.”
“So, will you think about it?” Roy asked.
“Sure, I’ll think about it.”
“That sounds fine with me.” Marcie knew he meant well, but there was no way she would end up going clear across the country to visit a guy she had only met twice.
But of course, there was Jonathan, and Marcie had never met him at all.
* * * *
Marcie was getting annoyed with thinking about the box and the wait to open it. Even though she knew Jonathan would call her tonight, she was getting anxious about this God awful box. It was even starting to affect her work, causing her to mistakenly bring Mr. Jones a tuna melt with a side of fries. “What the hell is this?”
It wasn’t until Marcie surfaced from her reverie that she realized what she’d done. The look that Mr. Jones gave her was enough for Marcie to grab his plate before he said anything else. “I need Mr. Jones’ plate please, I picked up the wrong one,” Marcie shouted back to Jerry as Mr. Jones rolled his eyes.
“Did you get enough sleep last night, girlfriend?” asked Lorraine, who was puzzled by her friend’s behavior. “Or did that construction worker from yesterday mess with your brain?”
Marcie laughed as Jerry put the right plate in the window for her and said, “No, I’ve just been a little loopy today and no, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” The only reason for this was that darned box and her constantly going into the kitchen every so often to shake it and try to figure out what in the hell was in it. She didn’t get to bed until around three this morning and waking up was an even bigger chore. And, knowing today was going to be a long one, she would have rather stayed in bed for the rest of the day.
The lunchtime crowd had come and gone and Marcie was getting pretty antsy while refilling the sugar dispensers. “Say, Marcie, why don’t you go on home? I think Lorraine can handle it tonight, you look tired as hell,” Jerry said.
Thankful for his letting her go early, she started to take off her apron without even saying a word. Clocking herself out and grabbing her purse and jacket, Marcie waved goodbye to Lorraine.
When Marcie got home, she immediately took a shower. She needed to unwind a bit and also to get something to eat. The shower was relaxing. This was the moment Marcie enjoyed the most, just playing in the water and washing herself in the shower. Once dried off, powdered, and dressed in her nightshirt, Marcie made her way into the kitchen and passed by the box still on the counter. Looking at the clock, which said eight forty-two, she figured that Jonathan wouldn’t be calling until around ten. She could take a nap until he called, she thought. After finding nothing that she wanted to eat, Marcie went back into her room and set the alarm clock for ten.
Relaxing between the sheets on her bed, Marcie’s mind flooded with thoughts of Jonathan’s description of himself. He probably was handsome and built like an Adonis since he said he worked out a lot. Marcie wondered how good he was in bed since he talked up such a big game.
Marcie, girlfriend, you’ve got to stop thinking about this man and get yourself some sleep! Her inner voice was right, Marcie needed sleep badly.
The loud buzzing of the alarm clock went off and even though she wanted to continue sleeping, she clicked the button, Marcie knew Jonathan would soon be calling. Just as she had that thought, the phone rang.
“Hello?” Marcie said with a dry throat.
“Hello, darling, how are you doing? You sound tired,” Jonathan said with concern in his voice.
“I took a nap. Luckily, I got the rest of the night off. I didn’t get much sleep the other night.”
“Aww poor baby, why didn’t you get any sleep?”
Marcie wasn’t going to lie to him, so she said, “Because of the box you sent me. I couldn’t figure out what was in it. Thanks to you not letting me open it, I kept shaking it and wondering what the hell you had sent me.”
He chuckled at first and then a belly laugh echoed in her ear. Damn, he sounded good, and she could only imagine the gorgeous smile that accompanied it. “I see my cute little momma was a bit curious while I was away. Where is the box right now?”
“It’s on my kitchen counter, where it has been ever since I brought it home.”
“Go to the kitchen, darling, get the box and bring it back to your room.”
And with those instructions, Marcie went to get the box as well as a bottle of water for her dry throat and walked back into the bedroom. “I have the box, Jonathan, what do you
want me to do now?”
“Open it, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ was playful and cute, causing her to smile. Taking the paper off, Marcie quickly opened the top of the box and was completely shocked to see what was inside. Taking what was in the bubble wrap in her hand, Marcie began unwrapping what was now a dildo shaped to look like a white man’s cock. It was thick and veiny and more than likely about nine inches long. She couldn’t believe he had sent her this through the mail.
“What in the world did you send me, Jonathan?” Marcie asked, in shock.
He chuckled some more and asked, “So you like it, huh?”
“I honestly don’t even know what to think about what I’m seeing right now.” Marcie couldn’t stop touching the damn thing, it had been so long since she had actually seen a cock. Even though this was a fake, it still seemed very real.
“Remember the game I talked about with you baby? This is part of our game. Would you like to continue?”
How could she not continue, this was probably the wildest thing she had ever done. “Yes, I’m still game for this.”
A moan came through the phone and then he said in a tone so seductively hypnotic, it quickly hit a nerve within her. “Baby, turn off the lights in your room. Tell me, what are you wearing?”
Turning off the lights, Marcie laid back in bed. “I’m just the oversized night shirt that I always wear what about you?”
“A pair of pajama pants. I’ve just taken a shower so I like to just relax in my pants. I bet you look sexy wearing that night shirt of yours, Joan. Now, I want you to take it off for me and relax until I tell you what to do next.”
Taking off her shirt allowed the air within the room to lightly touch her skin. Goosebumps began to form as her nipples quickly grew erect. “All right, now I’m lying back in my bed and it’s completely dark.”
“Good girl, now I want you to take the dildo and rub it along your lips. Then, I want you to slowly suck on it, baby. I bet you give mean head, Joan.” Marcie could tell by his voice he was enjoying this and in a way she was starting to like this game too.
Marcie pretended the dildo was his cock and he was kneeling in front of her, naked as the day he was born, muscular and tan and hung like a horse. Hungrily she took him in her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft. Marcie imagined looking up into his eyes with Jonathan staring down at her, running his hand through her hair, guiding her mouth along his cock. God, he tasted good as she continued to suck on him while she heard him moan. “I can hear you really getting into this, baby, and that’s what I want for you to do, I want you to get into it with me and suck my cock, Joan.”
His voice sounded haggard and hoarse as she heard him sigh a bit and it made her think about how he must be lying back on his own bed stroking himself slowly. “Now, baby, I want you to stop sucking because I don’t want to come just yet, I want to make you moan for me tonight.
What in the world was she getting herself into? Marcie wondered as she obeyed him. “Now, I want you to slowly run that dildo down between your breasts, tell me, Joan, how big are your breasts?”
Smiling Marcie said, “42 C.” She heard him moan smiling at his response knowing she probably hit a nerve with him. “Are you a boob man, Jonathan?”
“Very much so, darling, I love touching and tasting a woman’s breasts, nibbling on their nipples. I bet your nipples are dark and perky. I would so love to suck on them until I got tired, although I must say, I probably won’t.”
It was the sound his voice made when he said the word ‘suck’ that hit a nerve in her. Marcie could imagine him lying between her legs with his huge hands grabbing hold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly while he nibbled and sucked on them. Looking into those amazing eyes of his while he did just what she was imaging. My God, the thoughts that were running through her head as her nipples grew erect were driving her crazy at that moment.
“Softly rub down your stomach with my cock, Joan, feel how hot I am. I so want to be inside of you right now, filling you deep. When you get it along that sweet pussy of yours, baby, let me know.” Marcie heard him say as she was already at her belly button as the dildo rested next to her mound. Marcie could feel herself getting wetter as she prayed for a bit of release. It had been so long since she had actually been with a man and this experience was very new to her.
“Rub my cock on that hard nub of yours, baby, can you feel me against you? I know you are very wet right now. I can imagine how wet and tight your pussy probably is, so sweet. Now, baby, I want you to quickly slide that cock inside your pussy. I want to hear you while you do it so I can imagine feeling you moan in my ear while I plunge into you deeply,” Jonathan whispered seductively in her ear. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing grew more rapid while Marcie anticipated what was going to happen next. Marcie could feel it go slowly inside of her, the girth was almost too much for her to even bear. She hadn’t realized how tight she really was and let out a cry that ended up being a sigh as she kept slowly putting it inside of her. Marcie could hear him moan with contentment as she softly whispered, “Yes, baby” while sliding as much of it as she could inside. This dildo felt so good and she relished the feeling so much that she found herself opening her legs wider to push it in further.
“God, baby, you feel so good and tight.” His voice shook as if he was actually sliding himself deep into Marcie, needing every bit of his strength to keep from moving too quickly. “I don’t want to rush this Joan, I want you to enjoy it just as much as I am going to enjoy listening to you say my name when you come. Now, baby, I want you to start off slow, start feeling me pumping into that pussy of yours.”
Marcie honestly didn’t know why she was doing all of this, why she felt she had to obey him no matter how crazy this whole experience was. There was something inside her that wanted all of this. Marcie even felt that she craved his attention at that moment. She closed her eyes at the thought of him lying between her legs, his chest chiseled and ripped with muscles, eyes flashing at her with such passion and heat that her whole body seemed to radiate from it. With every thrust the dildo made, Marcie imagined seeing the muscles in his arms and chest contract. She wanted so badly to run her hands all over him, just to feel him, but Marcie knew that this moment was just in her head and she had to dream he was there while listening to his voice.
Hearing him grunt softly while she continued with a pace she figured he would use if he was there at that moment, Marcie raised herself up a little, something she’d never thought she would do, as she continued pumping that dildo into her. Feeling every vein and the girth sliding deep into her caused her to moan even more, making him growl and gasp in return.
“Oh God, Jonathan, you feel so good, baby,” Marcie moaned.
“Oh, so do you, baby, I want you to feel me going faster into that sweet pussy of yours.” And with that Marcie’s hand went faster while the dildo was pumping into her with such speed and friction that they both moaned at the same time. It was as if he was there right in front of her, hiking her legs up from underneath her knees as his hips went into her with deep thrusts. Deep within Marcie, the sensation she had long thought gone, slowly returned. She couldn’t contain herself, letting out a deep moan that soon became a cacophony of sounds she had never thought her vocal chords could produce. Her body shook while her legs clamped together like a clam in its shell, and her body and soul did whatever it wanted while Marcie heard him on the other end, moaning and grunting. He sounded amazing while her heart raced so hard in her chest, she thought she was going to have a heart attack from this mind-blowing orgasm.
“Joan, Joan baby, is you there, baby?” Marcie heard him say as she tried her best to unlock her knees and thighs. When Marcie was able to let go, she grabbed the phone and said, “I’m here, Jonathan. My God! I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He chuckled while she rubbed her eyes and began to stretch. He said, “I enjoyed that myself. God, I could just imagine how you felt. It was as if you were right here with
me in my bed. I can tell you, young lady, you’ve caused me to make a very big mess on myself.”
Marcie smiled at his comment as they both found themselves sighing for a moment. “Same time tomorrow night, darling?”
There was no way whatsoever Marcie was going to let something like this go, even if it was just over the phone. “Of course, Jonathan, I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I, oh yeah, do you still have that key to the mailbox?”
“Yeah I do, why you ask?”
“Make sure you go to the mailbox tomorrow, you’ll have mail there. Good night,” Jonathan said as he hung up the phone, leaving Marcie wondering what he had in store for her the next day.
Chapter Three
The next day, it seemed things were getting better and easier for Marcie at work. She didn’t have any problems with the customers, not even Mr. Jones got on her case about getting a refill of his coffee. “You look different Marcie,” he said as she poured him a cup of coffee.
She didn’t say much to him, but gave him a small smile as she walked behind the counter. Lorraine eyed her with a puzzled look.
“Did you get you some?” Lorraine whispered. Marcie started laughing at her comment.
“I wish I had, but no, I haven’t gotten any in months,” Marcie said while putting some napkins in an empty dispenser.
“The reason I asked is that you are glowing so brightly that you could be a light bulb in a lighthouse. It must be the oil from Jerry’s deep fryer or something.”
Yeah…let’s just go with that lie, Marcie told herself while continuing to restock the napkins. She heard the bell ringing on the door and saw the construction guys come in, including Roy. He waved at her and she smiled and waved back while gathering their utensils and things together. She walked over to the table as they all shouted their hellos. “How are you guys today?”
“Doing fine, Marcie, how about you?” asked Roy with his amazing smile.
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