Before she could respond, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close and holding her in the strong-armed embrace that made her knees weak. His lips covered hers and immediately sought entrance, which she gave just as quick. Lifting her hands to his waist, she parted her lips to allow him entrance, thankful she had been sucking on mints for the last hour. The fear that he might not still want her skittered away like a cockroach in the daylight.
Then she smelled herself. She had camped out the last two nights for the experience, and changed clothes and cleaned up in a women’s restroom at a truck stop on the highway that morning. She smelled and felt more than a little grimy. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head on his chest. She could not look him in the eye as she derailed his as-yet unexplained plans. “I love you, too. But I would really like a bath.”
Geo chuckled as he released her and stepped back, leaving her swaying like the grasses around them. “Get whatever you need and we’ll both get cleaned up. And then maybe we’ll get dirty again,” he said with a leering grin, and lecherous wiggle of his eyebrows.
After she grabbed the backpack she had been living out of for the past week, Geo took her hand and led the way across the field toward the pond. She remained silent, not sure what to say to this man who she had come to love the more she knew him. Her paralyzing shyness had returned.
He stopped beside the pond and dropped his bundle. Then he opened his shirt and dropped it to the ground. After undressing to a pair of bright orange briefs with purple stars, he opened the bundle, and she found it was a blanket, with clean clothes and some other things rolled up inside it.
Once Geo organized everything to his liking, he sat down cross-legged facing her, a prominent bulge of erection pressing at the fabric of his shorts. “Strip for me, baby girl. Give me a show.”
Sunny swallowed hard before she managed to say, “Here? Now?”
“Yes, sweet Sunflower. You have done so many brave things since our first meeting, just think of this as another way to kick down that box your sweet shyness has kept you trapped in all these years.” Geo did not move except to lean back on strong, thick muscled arms. “No one will bother us. And you said you wanted a bath. Now strip.”
Sunny looked to the horizon then slowly turned a full circle. They were indeed alone, and though she had no idea how far they were from the main buildings of the ranch, she had a strong suspicion that Geo had warned others to keep away from this area for just this purpose.
Turning to face the pond, all that water under the sun did look inviting. With a smile, she began to hum a song she had heard innumerable times on the radio during her travels. It seemed the song had come out of nowhere and was flying up the charts. So of course, every radio station from North Carolina to Texas had to play it at least once an hour.
Closing her eyes, she hummed softly, the soft breeze in her face and warm sunshine overhead making her feel sexy. She began to swing her hips side to side and shift her shoulders around as she kicked off her shoes and then lifted one foot and then the other to strip of her socks. Then, barefoot, she began to dance in circles, the belly-dancing class she had taken years ago surging forth in her memory.
Once her shirt was off, she smoothed her hands up and down her body, cupping them over the red lace bra before raising her arms over her head as she danced around the blanket. Once she was back in front of Geo, her hands went to her jeans. She opened the waistband then slowly, slowly lowered the zipper before turning her back to the man who watched her every move with eyes that glowed like a shot of whiskey in the sun.
Feeling playful, she turned her back to Geo. Holding the top band of her jeans, she lowered it halfway, to show off the matching lace thong. Shopping for new clothes from the skin out had been but one of the changes she had made since Geo’s visit to her hospital bed.
Geo muttered something raw and lewd as she pulled the pants back up. “Finish fast, baby girl, or you’re going to in wearing them.”
Her arousal growing to the point all she wanted to do was tackle Geo back onto the blanket and tear off the last of his clothes, she pushed the jeans down her legs and danced out of them. Then, feeling feisty for the first time since childhood, Sunny turned and ran into the pond.
“Hey, get back here,” Geo called just before she dove into the water and began to swim.
She was halfway across the pond when a large hand grabbed her foot and pulled her back. She did not fight because she really had not been trying to get away. She needed to feel the cool water against her skin and exert a little of the energy that was all piled up in her lower belly. While Geo’s decision they not masturbate or play with themselves had been one Sunny barely survived, now that she was with the big man who flipped every switch in her body to “white hot and ready,” she needed to cool off.
But the pond was warm from the sun, and the air temperatures were more like a tepid bath than the cold dip she had hoped for.
Floating, she allowed Geo to pull her back so they were floating on their sides, face-to-face. “Feeling horny?” he asked as his hand reached out and plucked at the front fastening of her bra.
“You have no idea,” she responded softly as fingers from one hand traced down the center of his body, poking into his belly button and further down to his cock. Before she got there, she realized something. “What happened to your underwear?”
“I took them off,” he stated easily as he flipped open her bra. “Mmmm, so pretty,” he said as the bra cups separated and floated off her breasts.
Sunny shrugged and watched her bra float away. A moment later, the matching thong joined it. Then she found herself wrapped in Geo’s arms and being pulled along as he swam back toward the blanket.
Only he did not take her all the way to shore. They were still a ways from the shoreline when he stopped and stood up. The water came up to his hips. The head of his cock broke the surface, flashing its deep red head at her and proving the swim had done nothing to cool Geo’s ardor, either.
When she moved to stand up, Geo stopped her. “Relax and float, baby girl,” he said.
He then pulled her legs apart and stepped in between them. Holding one hip, he stepped closer until his other hand could guide the tip of his cock straight into her open, wet, needy pussy. Once the head was in, the hand holding the base reached for her other hip, and he pulled her until the wiry pelt of fur around the base of his cock tickled the soft, smooth skin around her entrance.
Looking deep into her eyes, he said, “I love you, Sunflower Carlyle, and with everything in me I promise to be the best husband I can be. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, I pledge myself to you and only you, from now until the day after eternity.”
His energy radiated from him like a glowing, living thing with such confidence, such happiness. Staring deep into Geo’s bright brown eyes, she saw her forever.
There was only one thing she could do. Reaching up to his shoulders, she pulled herself up, not stopping until they were nose to nose. “I love you, George Hartland the third, my Geo, and with everything in me I promise to be the best wife I can be. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, I pledge myself to you and only you, from now until the day after eternity. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Geo grinned as she leaned in and kissed him, parting her lips, and licking her way into his mouth. He began to lift and lower her on his cock as he staggered to shore and settled them on the blanket. Once there, he shifted her until her clit rubbed up and down his lower belly with each thrust. It only took a few strokes for her to cry out as she flew over the edge of her orgasm. His heart was full, and his cock was fuller, and her pussy tightening around his cock pulled the trigger on his own release. His hips flexed forward three more times before he followed her to a heaven that only they would share.
He collapsed over her then rolled so they were still connected, but he was not squashing her. Once he could breathe, and think again, he reached for the jeans he had taken off earlier. Pulling out a small box, he opened it a
nd took out the smaller of the two silver bands inside. Taking her left hand in his, he slipped it on her left ring finger. “My shy baby girl for all time.”
Leaning down, he placed so gentle a kiss on her lips. Then he handed her the box. He watched, his heart racing and his gut clenching with excitement as she took the other ring and slipped it onto his finger. “My gorgeous stripper for now and forever.”
“I know we’ll have to jump through the hoops for the state and all, but to me, this was the best wedding ever,” he said with a grin.
And we didn’t have to dress up for it or anything,” Sunny responded with a smile that had his cock twitching once more with interest.
After consummating their marriage, they rested for a while. Sunny looked up at the sky and realized she had done it. While she would never be the outgoing belle of the ball Gigi and Shey were, she had come a long way from the woman who refused to speak to anyone without an introduction.
She had overcome her debilitating shyness and achieved her happily ever after. And if Geo ever wanted to be a stripper again, all he had to do was crook his little finger and she would gladly be his shy girl audience of one for the rest of their lives.
THE END
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Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, though she appreciates air conditioning, computers, and the other conveniences of modern-day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina, as well as the history and small-town community to be found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading, knitting and crocheting for charity, and playing with her mixed-breed companion, Honey, the Princess Fuzzybutt.
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