For My Patient Reader...
The windshield wipers flipped back and forth across the windshield, gliding smoothly, before settling back below the lip of the hood of the truck. Ethan smiled, making a mental note of where the switch was located, and glanced around at all of the new buttons, switches, knobs, and lights that made up the dashboard of his brand new truck.
He still couldn't believe that he'd actually won the thing. Before his last deployment, there'd been a raffle going on through one of the local church groups, and they'd caught him on his way out of the grocery store, asking him to buy tickets. Knowing that he was headed off for another eight or more months of shore duty, he figured that it would be a 'good luck' sort of gesture that might keep him from being deployed on a run overseas to somewhere a lot less safe. He handed the older lady a $20, and she handed him four entry tickets, all of which he dutifully filled out and handed back. She'd thanked him, promising that he'd know if he won, and he'd smiled and nodded, then headed back to the farm to stock the cupboards with plenty of non-perishibles for Elise and David, who would be taking care of things while he was gone.
Elise was a sweet woman, the owner of the diner near the edge of town. Her son, David, was just hitting his teen years and with it being the end of summer, Elise was more than happy to have a reason to drag David out of the house and get him working on something besides high scores on video games. She'd promised that they'd take care of everything, and Ethan was comfortable leaving them in charge of the farm and his livestock while he was away.
Today, his first day back in town, he'd stopped at the post office to let them know that they could start delivering his mail to the farm again, and – as was typical for his town – was told that he needed to call Mrs. Alexander, and given her phone number, because she had some news for him. From the way the mail lady was smiling, Ethan had an idea that she knew what the 'news' was, but wasn't going to tell him a thing. He'd stepped away from the counter and called, only to be told that while he was gone, his ticket had been pulled and he had, indeed, won the raffle for the new truck. Stunned, he thanked her, then followed her instruction to head out to the dealership to pick it up.
After all the photos and hand-shaking, Ethan had gotten a promise from the owner of the dealership that he'd park Ethan's current car in the back lot and have it there when Ethan could get someone to come retrieve it, then slapped Ethan on the back as he climbed into the shining, bright blue Dodge Ram. The owner assured him that it was top of the line, and it didn't take more than a minute to realize the guy wasn't k**ding. Ethan was both amused and amazed by all the bells and whistles that were part of the new truck, as well as the size of the interior – he was almost sure he could have fit his whole car in there – and the towing capacity of the new truck – enough to bring his horse trailer with two of his horses inside, and plenty of room in the bed for all of their tack, some feed, and anything else he could possibly imagine needing.
Now, headed out of town and back home at last, he was having a great time trying out all of the new things and setting the radio stations to his favorites when he noticed the car parked at the side of the road ahead, hood raised, and a shapely, if curvy, rear end sticking out from under it. Long legs ran down to feet in loose sneakers, and he could tell that it was definitely a woman, and not some skinny little teenager. While he knew just about everyone, and thought he could probably recognize about two thirds of the women in town just from what little he could see of the person under the hood, he didn't recognize her, even when she heard his truck and leaned out, one hand smeared with engine grease, the other waving at him to stop.
Ethan pulled over, a few yards ahead of the broken-down beater car, and glanced in the rear-view mirror at the woman standing there, looking irritated. Even though it was barely spring and only in the 60's outside, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, plus the loose sneakers with no socks. She was tall, with long, dark hair that showed glints of red in the bright sunlight, all of it a mess of curls and waves, pinned up away from her face. And she was definitely a woman, with curves in all the right places, and carrying what some men would consider to be too much weight, but to Ethan's eye, she was lovely. He'd always preferred women who were built like her, women that didn't look like a strong wind would snap them like a sapling, women with plenty of body to hold onto when he was... well, that thought needed to be held for another time. Right now, she obviously needed help.
“Hi there,” she called, as he climbed down from the cab of the truck. “I don't suppose you know anything at all about radiator hoses and what to do when they decide to take a shit in the middle of nowhere, do you?” she asked, bluntly, as he approached.
“Well...” he began, smiling, “I might know a thing or two about cars, but if it's a radiator hose, there's not a lot to be done unless you've got all the parts, the tools, and about an hour of free time. And unless you've got parts in the trunk that I don't know about, I'm afraid you're stuck until you can get it towed somewhere that can do something about it.”
“Fuck!” she growled, taking her frustration out by kicking the front bumper of the car. She reached up and released the catch on the hood, slamming it down, then stomped to the driver's side door and leaned in the open window, once again presenting that curvy ass for Ethan's viewing pleasure as she grabbed the keys from the ignition. He could hear her muttering a string of curses as she grabbed them, along with her purse, then straightened up and turned to him.
“Sorry,” she said. “I swear like a sailor when I'm pis... mad.” Wiping her grease-covered hand on her t-shirt, she stuck out the cleaner one with a sheepish smile. “I'm Amy, by the way. I don't think I've seen you before, not that I've been in town for long.”
“Ethan,” he said, shaking her hand, noticing that it was soft, but her grip was firm. “Don't worry about the swearing like a sailor bit. Considering that I am a sailor, I've heard quite a bit of things. And you wouldn't have seen me, since I've been on duty for the past ten months. Just back for a couple of weeks' shore leave, then I'm headed back to the ship.”
“A Navy man, huh?” she said, with a smile. “Well, I don't suppose that you'd be willing to give a lady a ride, since you're headed the same direction I was? There's a phone at the place I'm going, and I can call someone from there.”
“Sure,” Ethan said, silently thinking that he'd be glad to take her anywhere she wanted to go, but would prefer it be back to his farm, and also dimly glad that the new truck's seats were black leather, so she wouldn't be getting engine grease everywhere before he'd even had a chance to show it off to his friends.
“You're awesome!” she exclaimed with a little bounce, and the effect it had on her body went straight to Ethan's head... both of them, to be honest. Nearly a year surrounded by nothing but other men and water, now half a day back in Owensboro and he was being handed a plate of sexy along with the keys to a new truck. He could feel himself starting to get hard and turned away from her, walking back towards the truck with his head down, motioning for her to follow and looking over his shoulder only long enough to say, “C'mon, hop in.”
Amy climbed into the truck with no problems, and Ethan joined her. He couldn't help but notice that her shorts did little to hide the curve of her hip and her t-shirt was well-filled in all the right places. Geeze, he thought to himself, I have got to stop staring at her or she's going to think I'm nothing but a horny guy on leave who...
“So, bet you're looking forward to seeing your wife, huh?” Amy said, suddenly, turning to stare right back at him. “Not to sound too forward, but I'm fairly sure a guy as handsome as you probably has an incredibly beautiful wife standing on the porch right now, waiting to see you.”
“No,” Ethan said, quietly. “No wife, no girlfriend at the moment. Just me and the farm.”
“Really?” Amy said, smiling, and Ethan watched as she made no effort to hide her look as she checked him out. “That su... I mean... that's too bad.”
Ethan thought of a dozen things he'd like to say, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor, started the truck, and pulled out onto the road again.
“So where am I taking you?” he asked, still having a little trouble not staring at her, trying hard to keep his concentration on the road.
“There's a farm up here, about a quarter of a mile or so. On the left.”
Ethan almost slammed on the brakes, managing to only tap them a little. A quarter of a mile up the road, on the left? That was HIS place.
“Uhm... yeah, I know that place. Really well,” he said, swallowing hard.
“Neighbors of yours?”
“Nope. My place.”
“No shit? I mean, really?” Amy said, blushing a little. “You're... wait a minute, you're THAT Ethan? Oh hell, I should have put it together, I was so freaked out by the car breaking down. Elise said you were coming back soon, but I didn't... well. Hi, Ethan, again. I've been taking care of your horses and such while you've been gone. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought of meeting you for the first time.”
“YOU'VE been taking care of the farm?” Ethan said, momentarily distracted. “What happened with Elise and David?”
“Well, David broke his leg last week, and sprained his wrist. So he's sort of stuck until the wrist heals up enough for him to use crutches. And since Elise didn't want to leave him home alone while she was out here, I offered to come and take care of things until you got back. And I've done a fairly good job, I hope. I know about taking care of horses – I grew up in Indiana, and had plenty of friends with farms and livestock. I was working as a cook for Elise, but she said she needed someone out at your farm worse than she needed someone to scramble eggs, so here I am.”
“David was actually doing something active enough to break a leg?” Ethan said, amused, then mentally chided himself for being mean.
“I know!” Amy said, laughing. “That was mean of me, I'm sorry,” she said, trying to adopt a sober expression, and almost succeeding. “He was climbing the ladder to the hayloft, and fell. No worries, though. It was his own clumsiness that did it. Elise isn't mad at you or anything,” she finished, reaching over to pat his arm.
Ethan jumped a little when she touched him. “Sorry...” she started, and he waved her off.
“No, not your fault. I'm just a little... tense,” he finished, lamely.
“I'm sure you are,” Amy said, the inuendo clear in her voice.
They rode in silence for the next few minutes, as Ethan turned into the driveway and parked the truck. Amy climbed out, and he watched her ass as she did, and got caught when she turned around before shutting the door to look at him and wink with a smile. He smiled back at her, then climbed out of the truck himself, following her up to the house. She held the screen door open so he could unlock the main door, then mock-curtsied as he motioned for her to go inside first.
She headed straight for the kitchen, putting her purse on the counter. “All of the canned goods are restocked, and I brought out meat and such last night. It's all in the freezer, since we weren't sure what day you'd actually get here. Elise said probably today, but sometimes things happen, you know. Laundry's caught up, horses are fed for the day, dogs and cats, too. I was just heading out to make one last check of everything when the car died on me. So, since I'm here, do you want me to make you some coffee, or get you a beer, or...?”
“Coffee would be great,” Ethan said, with a smile, just watching her. With a nod, she turned and started to make the coffee, her t-shirt and shorts both riding up nicely when she reached for the can on the top shelf above the coffee pot. She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching, and Ethan was only dragged from his daydream about her body when he heard her muttering.
“I can't quite... dammit, coffee...”
Ethan stepped closer to her, realizing she was having problems reaching the coffee can that he kept on the top shelf. “Let me,” he started, and just as his body touched hers, he glanced up to notice that she had a fine grasp on the coffee can. He blinked, and turned to say something, only to be met by her dark eyes and a smile on her face.
“Of course I'll let you,” she whispered, then released her grip on the coffee can as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Ethan's extended hand slammed the cabinet door shut, then slid around her shoulders to take a handful of her hair, a low moan in his throat as her tongue slid along his lower lip. She lowered herself from her stretched position to slide a hand around his waist and cup his ass, pulling his hips against her. He knew she could feel that he was already hard, and as they made contact she moaned a little, breaking the kiss.
“I'm covered in engine grease, and you're probably tired from traveling. I bet a shower would be perfect for both of us right now,” she muttered in his ear, her tongue dancing over his earlobe as she sucked at it and nibbled a bit. Ethan managed to nod a little, then gave up and started to kiss her again, his hand coming up to cup her breast through her t-shirt, feeling her nipple hard against his palm, making her groan in pleasure.
“Shower,” she muttered, pulling away from him reluctantly, then taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. Once there, he pushed the door shut with his foot as she pushed him back against the door, kissing him again, pulling at the bottom of his shirt as he did the same to her, both of them in a rush to get undressed as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure he was going to make it into the shower once they were both naked – he couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how the feelings he'd been pushing away for months now had suddenly hit him full force.
In moments, they were both bare to the skin, clothing thrown everywhere, and before he could say a word, Amy murmured, “Screw this,” and dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth with a moan of pleasure from them both. He braced his back against the bathroom door as her tongue flicked here and there, her mouth hot and very wet as she took him deeply to the back of her throat and began to suck him, barely moving her head and not touching his dick at all, using just suction to move him in and out of her mouth.
Ethan looked down to watch, and she was looking up at him, smiling around his cock, then her eyes closed in pleasure as he reached down to twine his hands in her hair. Unable to help himself, he started to thrust into her face, gently at first, then more rapidly as she moaned. He could smell her arousal and hear the sound of her fingers playing in her already-wet pussy, and it turned him on even more.
“Stop, stop,” he whispered, pulling his cock from her mouth. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, and I want to...”
“Shhh, do it,” she said. “I'm thinking you've got plenty saved up for more than one round, sailor. Fuck my mouth...” and she took him deeply again.
“Amy, fuck...” he muttered, and gave up, once again grabbing her hair and fucking her hot mouth, hard and fast. He worried for a moment that he was pulling her hair too hard, but when he did, she only moaned and gasped around his cock, a mumbled 'yes' telling him she liked it. His eyes closed as he felt her tongue against him, and once again he heard her fingers moving in her wetness, along with the sounds of her sucking and both of them making small sounds of pleasure.
“I'm gonna...” he started, a warning, knowing that some women didn't want him to cum in their mouths, but Amy only nodded and kept sucking, taking him as deep as she could. With a growl of pure lust, he pulled her face against him as his balls went tight and he came, feeling her throat work against the head of his cock as she swallowed. When he was done, he slid slowly from her mouth, his eyes opening as he watched her still kneeling, her fingers still deep in her slit.
“Ethan... I...” she started, then leaned back, one hand flat on the floor near her feet, and he slid down the door to sit in front of her, leaning forward to suck her tit into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tip and she gasped, then whispered, “Harder... use your teeth.” He followed her lead, grazing his teeth over her rock-hard nipple, and heard her moan.
“Put your fingers in me,” she begged, and he reached under her, sliding two fingers inside her oily cunt, thrusting them deeply.
“More,” she whimpered, “more...” He added a third, then a fourth, feeling her clench around them as her fingers continued to circle and tease her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, he found a swollen spot inside and started to massage it, pushing harder as she cried out a, “Yes!” and pushed herself against his probing hand.
“Ethan, I'm gonna... oh... don't stop... there, yes... there!” she gasped, and suddenly his hand was filled with wetness as she squirted, the liquid pouring from her, over his hand and dribbling across the floor. She sucked in a deep breath as the liquid stopped gushing from her, and he continued to massage the spot as she rode his hand. She was panting now, her tits heaving just in front of his face, and he leaned forward to take one between his teeth, this time more forcefully, almost biting her, and she mumbled a nonsense word as she filled his hand again, the hot liquid pouring from her as she squirted once more. His free hand spread across her back, supporting her, he let his instincts take control and began to use his teeth on her other nipple, and felt her pussy clench against his hand, then a final hot spray from her, this time so hard it splashed across his wrist and onto his cock, and she nearly screamed as she came, her cunt pulsing againt his fingers as he bit down on her nipple. Her entire body spasmed and shook for a few moments, and then she relaxed, bending forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder, forcing the his mouth away from her.
He started to slide his fingers out but she grabbed his wrist, cramming them back inside, holding them there for a moment.
“Fast and hard,” she whispered in his ear, and he didn't know whether she meant to fuck her or pull them out, but she made it clear when she started to move against his hand. He started to finger-fuck her pussy, noticing now that she was so wet that even four fingers were an easy fit, and without a word, he tucked his thumb in and shoved his fist inside her. It was obvious this was the right thing to do when she grazed his shoulder with her teeth, and he felt her clench against his fist as he thrust into her. After just a few moments of her grinding on his fist, she whispered to him again, “Now... pull out now, fast, now...” and he yanked his fist free, to be rewarded with a gusher of wetness flowing from her to puddle on the floor as she cried out once again.
Leaning against him, trying to catch her breath, he heard her mutter, “NOW we really need a shower,” and they shared a laugh as he held her against him.
It was definitely going to be an interesting couple of weeks...
He still couldn't believe that he'd actually won the thing. Before his last deployment, there'd been a raffle going on through one of the local church groups, and they'd caught him on his way out of the grocery store, asking him to buy tickets. Knowing that he was headed off for another eight or more months of shore duty, he figured that it would be a 'good luck' sort of gesture that might keep him from being deployed on a run overseas to somewhere a lot less safe. He handed the older lady a $20, and she handed him four entry tickets, all of which he dutifully filled out and handed back. She'd thanked him, promising that he'd know if he won, and he'd smiled and nodded, then headed back to the farm to stock the cupboards with plenty of non-perishibles for Elise and David, who would be taking care of things while he was gone.
Elise was a sweet woman, the owner of the diner near the edge of town. Her son, David, was just hitting his teen years and with it being the end of summer, Elise was more than happy to have a reason to drag David out of the house and get him working on something besides high scores on video games. She'd promised that they'd take care of everything, and Ethan was comfortable leaving them in charge of the farm and his livestock while he was away.
Today, his first day back in town, he'd stopped at the post office to let them know that they could start delivering his mail to the farm again, and – as was typical for his town – was told that he needed to call Mrs. Alexander, and given her phone number, because she had some news for him. From the way the mail lady was smiling, Ethan had an idea that she knew what the 'news' was, but wasn't going to tell him a thing. He'd stepped away from the counter and called, only to be told that while he was gone, his ticket had been pulled and he had, indeed, won the raffle for the new truck. Stunned, he thanked her, then followed her instruction to head out to the dealership to pick it up.
After all the photos and hand-shaking, Ethan had gotten a promise from the owner of the dealership that he'd park Ethan's current car in the back lot and have it there when Ethan could get someone to come retrieve it, then slapped Ethan on the back as he climbed into the shining, bright blue Dodge Ram. The owner assured him that it was top of the line, and it didn't take more than a minute to realize the guy wasn't k**ding. Ethan was both amused and amazed by all the bells and whistles that were part of the new truck, as well as the size of the interior – he was almost sure he could have fit his whole car in there – and the towing capacity of the new truck – enough to bring his horse trailer with two of his horses inside, and plenty of room in the bed for all of their tack, some feed, and anything else he could possibly imagine needing.
Now, headed out of town and back home at last, he was having a great time trying out all of the new things and setting the radio stations to his favorites when he noticed the car parked at the side of the road ahead, hood raised, and a shapely, if curvy, rear end sticking out from under it. Long legs ran down to feet in loose sneakers, and he could tell that it was definitely a woman, and not some skinny little teenager. While he knew just about everyone, and thought he could probably recognize about two thirds of the women in town just from what little he could see of the person under the hood, he didn't recognize her, even when she heard his truck and leaned out, one hand smeared with engine grease, the other waving at him to stop.
Ethan pulled over, a few yards ahead of the broken-down beater car, and glanced in the rear-view mirror at the woman standing there, looking irritated. Even though it was barely spring and only in the 60's outside, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, plus the loose sneakers with no socks. She was tall, with long, dark hair that showed glints of red in the bright sunlight, all of it a mess of curls and waves, pinned up away from her face. And she was definitely a woman, with curves in all the right places, and carrying what some men would consider to be too much weight, but to Ethan's eye, she was lovely. He'd always preferred women who were built like her, women that didn't look like a strong wind would snap them like a sapling, women with plenty of body to hold onto when he was... well, that thought needed to be held for another time. Right now, she obviously needed help.
“Hi there,” she called, as he climbed down from the cab of the truck. “I don't suppose you know anything at all about radiator hoses and what to do when they decide to take a shit in the middle of nowhere, do you?” she asked, bluntly, as he approached.
“Well...” he began, smiling, “I might know a thing or two about cars, but if it's a radiator hose, there's not a lot to be done unless you've got all the parts, the tools, and about an hour of free time. And unless you've got parts in the trunk that I don't know about, I'm afraid you're stuck until you can get it towed somewhere that can do something about it.”
“Fuck!” she growled, taking her frustration out by kicking the front bumper of the car. She reached up and released the catch on the hood, slamming it down, then stomped to the driver's side door and leaned in the open window, once again presenting that curvy ass for Ethan's viewing pleasure as she grabbed the keys from the ignition. He could hear her muttering a string of curses as she grabbed them, along with her purse, then straightened up and turned to him.
“Sorry,” she said. “I swear like a sailor when I'm pis... mad.” Wiping her grease-covered hand on her t-shirt, she stuck out the cleaner one with a sheepish smile. “I'm Amy, by the way. I don't think I've seen you before, not that I've been in town for long.”
“Ethan,” he said, shaking her hand, noticing that it was soft, but her grip was firm. “Don't worry about the swearing like a sailor bit. Considering that I am a sailor, I've heard quite a bit of things. And you wouldn't have seen me, since I've been on duty for the past ten months. Just back for a couple of weeks' shore leave, then I'm headed back to the ship.”
“A Navy man, huh?” she said, with a smile. “Well, I don't suppose that you'd be willing to give a lady a ride, since you're headed the same direction I was? There's a phone at the place I'm going, and I can call someone from there.”
“Sure,” Ethan said, silently thinking that he'd be glad to take her anywhere she wanted to go, but would prefer it be back to his farm, and also dimly glad that the new truck's seats were black leather, so she wouldn't be getting engine grease everywhere before he'd even had a chance to show it off to his friends.
“You're awesome!” she exclaimed with a little bounce, and the effect it had on her body went straight to Ethan's head... both of them, to be honest. Nearly a year surrounded by nothing but other men and water, now half a day back in Owensboro and he was being handed a plate of sexy along with the keys to a new truck. He could feel himself starting to get hard and turned away from her, walking back towards the truck with his head down, motioning for her to follow and looking over his shoulder only long enough to say, “C'mon, hop in.”
Amy climbed into the truck with no problems, and Ethan joined her. He couldn't help but notice that her shorts did little to hide the curve of her hip and her t-shirt was well-filled in all the right places. Geeze, he thought to himself, I have got to stop staring at her or she's going to think I'm nothing but a horny guy on leave who...
“So, bet you're looking forward to seeing your wife, huh?” Amy said, suddenly, turning to stare right back at him. “Not to sound too forward, but I'm fairly sure a guy as handsome as you probably has an incredibly beautiful wife standing on the porch right now, waiting to see you.”
“No,” Ethan said, quietly. “No wife, no girlfriend at the moment. Just me and the farm.”
“Really?” Amy said, smiling, and Ethan watched as she made no effort to hide her look as she checked him out. “That su... I mean... that's too bad.”
Ethan thought of a dozen things he'd like to say, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor, started the truck, and pulled out onto the road again.
“So where am I taking you?” he asked, still having a little trouble not staring at her, trying hard to keep his concentration on the road.
“There's a farm up here, about a quarter of a mile or so. On the left.”
Ethan almost slammed on the brakes, managing to only tap them a little. A quarter of a mile up the road, on the left? That was HIS place.
“Uhm... yeah, I know that place. Really well,” he said, swallowing hard.
“Neighbors of yours?”
“Nope. My place.”
“No shit? I mean, really?” Amy said, blushing a little. “You're... wait a minute, you're THAT Ethan? Oh hell, I should have put it together, I was so freaked out by the car breaking down. Elise said you were coming back soon, but I didn't... well. Hi, Ethan, again. I've been taking care of your horses and such while you've been gone. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought of meeting you for the first time.”
“YOU'VE been taking care of the farm?” Ethan said, momentarily distracted. “What happened with Elise and David?”
“Well, David broke his leg last week, and sprained his wrist. So he's sort of stuck until the wrist heals up enough for him to use crutches. And since Elise didn't want to leave him home alone while she was out here, I offered to come and take care of things until you got back. And I've done a fairly good job, I hope. I know about taking care of horses – I grew up in Indiana, and had plenty of friends with farms and livestock. I was working as a cook for Elise, but she said she needed someone out at your farm worse than she needed someone to scramble eggs, so here I am.”
“David was actually doing something active enough to break a leg?” Ethan said, amused, then mentally chided himself for being mean.
“I know!” Amy said, laughing. “That was mean of me, I'm sorry,” she said, trying to adopt a sober expression, and almost succeeding. “He was climbing the ladder to the hayloft, and fell. No worries, though. It was his own clumsiness that did it. Elise isn't mad at you or anything,” she finished, reaching over to pat his arm.
Ethan jumped a little when she touched him. “Sorry...” she started, and he waved her off.
“No, not your fault. I'm just a little... tense,” he finished, lamely.
“I'm sure you are,” Amy said, the inuendo clear in her voice.
They rode in silence for the next few minutes, as Ethan turned into the driveway and parked the truck. Amy climbed out, and he watched her ass as she did, and got caught when she turned around before shutting the door to look at him and wink with a smile. He smiled back at her, then climbed out of the truck himself, following her up to the house. She held the screen door open so he could unlock the main door, then mock-curtsied as he motioned for her to go inside first.
She headed straight for the kitchen, putting her purse on the counter. “All of the canned goods are restocked, and I brought out meat and such last night. It's all in the freezer, since we weren't sure what day you'd actually get here. Elise said probably today, but sometimes things happen, you know. Laundry's caught up, horses are fed for the day, dogs and cats, too. I was just heading out to make one last check of everything when the car died on me. So, since I'm here, do you want me to make you some coffee, or get you a beer, or...?”
“Coffee would be great,” Ethan said, with a smile, just watching her. With a nod, she turned and started to make the coffee, her t-shirt and shorts both riding up nicely when she reached for the can on the top shelf above the coffee pot. She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching, and Ethan was only dragged from his daydream about her body when he heard her muttering.
“I can't quite... dammit, coffee...”
Ethan stepped closer to her, realizing she was having problems reaching the coffee can that he kept on the top shelf. “Let me,” he started, and just as his body touched hers, he glanced up to notice that she had a fine grasp on the coffee can. He blinked, and turned to say something, only to be met by her dark eyes and a smile on her face.
“Of course I'll let you,” she whispered, then released her grip on the coffee can as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Ethan's extended hand slammed the cabinet door shut, then slid around her shoulders to take a handful of her hair, a low moan in his throat as her tongue slid along his lower lip. She lowered herself from her stretched position to slide a hand around his waist and cup his ass, pulling his hips against her. He knew she could feel that he was already hard, and as they made contact she moaned a little, breaking the kiss.
“I'm covered in engine grease, and you're probably tired from traveling. I bet a shower would be perfect for both of us right now,” she muttered in his ear, her tongue dancing over his earlobe as she sucked at it and nibbled a bit. Ethan managed to nod a little, then gave up and started to kiss her again, his hand coming up to cup her breast through her t-shirt, feeling her nipple hard against his palm, making her groan in pleasure.
“Shower,” she muttered, pulling away from him reluctantly, then taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. Once there, he pushed the door shut with his foot as she pushed him back against the door, kissing him again, pulling at the bottom of his shirt as he did the same to her, both of them in a rush to get undressed as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure he was going to make it into the shower once they were both naked – he couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how the feelings he'd been pushing away for months now had suddenly hit him full force.
In moments, they were both bare to the skin, clothing thrown everywhere, and before he could say a word, Amy murmured, “Screw this,” and dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth with a moan of pleasure from them both. He braced his back against the bathroom door as her tongue flicked here and there, her mouth hot and very wet as she took him deeply to the back of her throat and began to suck him, barely moving her head and not touching his dick at all, using just suction to move him in and out of her mouth.
Ethan looked down to watch, and she was looking up at him, smiling around his cock, then her eyes closed in pleasure as he reached down to twine his hands in her hair. Unable to help himself, he started to thrust into her face, gently at first, then more rapidly as she moaned. He could smell her arousal and hear the sound of her fingers playing in her already-wet pussy, and it turned him on even more.
“Stop, stop,” he whispered, pulling his cock from her mouth. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, and I want to...”
“Shhh, do it,” she said. “I'm thinking you've got plenty saved up for more than one round, sailor. Fuck my mouth...” and she took him deeply again.
“Amy, fuck...” he muttered, and gave up, once again grabbing her hair and fucking her hot mouth, hard and fast. He worried for a moment that he was pulling her hair too hard, but when he did, she only moaned and gasped around his cock, a mumbled 'yes' telling him she liked it. His eyes closed as he felt her tongue against him, and once again he heard her fingers moving in her wetness, along with the sounds of her sucking and both of them making small sounds of pleasure.
“I'm gonna...” he started, a warning, knowing that some women didn't want him to cum in their mouths, but Amy only nodded and kept sucking, taking him as deep as she could. With a growl of pure lust, he pulled her face against him as his balls went tight and he came, feeling her throat work against the head of his cock as she swallowed. When he was done, he slid slowly from her mouth, his eyes opening as he watched her still kneeling, her fingers still deep in her slit.
“Ethan... I...” she started, then leaned back, one hand flat on the floor near her feet, and he slid down the door to sit in front of her, leaning forward to suck her tit into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tip and she gasped, then whispered, “Harder... use your teeth.” He followed her lead, grazing his teeth over her rock-hard nipple, and heard her moan.
“Put your fingers in me,” she begged, and he reached under her, sliding two fingers inside her oily cunt, thrusting them deeply.
“More,” she whimpered, “more...” He added a third, then a fourth, feeling her clench around them as her fingers continued to circle and tease her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, he found a swollen spot inside and started to massage it, pushing harder as she cried out a, “Yes!” and pushed herself against his probing hand.
“Ethan, I'm gonna... oh... don't stop... there, yes... there!” she gasped, and suddenly his hand was filled with wetness as she squirted, the liquid pouring from her, over his hand and dribbling across the floor. She sucked in a deep breath as the liquid stopped gushing from her, and he continued to massage the spot as she rode his hand. She was panting now, her tits heaving just in front of his face, and he leaned forward to take one between his teeth, this time more forcefully, almost biting her, and she mumbled a nonsense word as she filled his hand again, the hot liquid pouring from her as she squirted once more. His free hand spread across her back, supporting her, he let his instincts take control and began to use his teeth on her other nipple, and felt her pussy clench against his hand, then a final hot spray from her, this time so hard it splashed across his wrist and onto his cock, and she nearly screamed as she came, her cunt pulsing againt his fingers as he bit down on her nipple. Her entire body spasmed and shook for a few moments, and then she relaxed, bending forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder, forcing the his mouth away from her.
He started to slide his fingers out but she grabbed his wrist, cramming them back inside, holding them there for a moment.
“Fast and hard,” she whispered in his ear, and he didn't know whether she meant to fuck her or pull them out, but she made it clear when she started to move against his hand. He started to finger-fuck her pussy, noticing now that she was so wet that even four fingers were an easy fit, and without a word, he tucked his thumb in and shoved his fist inside her. It was obvious this was the right thing to do when she grazed his shoulder with her teeth, and he felt her clench against his fist as he thrust into her. After just a few moments of her grinding on his fist, she whispered to him again, “Now... pull out now, fast, now...” and he yanked his fist free, to be rewarded with a gusher of wetness flowing from her to puddle on the floor as she cried out once again.
Leaning against him, trying to catch her breath, he heard her mutter, “NOW we really need a shower,” and they shared a laugh as he held her against him.
It was definitely going to be an interesting couple of weeks...
13 years ago
