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Leaning into my car, I stretched over, grappling my handbag sitting on the front seat. With a well-practised, synchronised movement, I threw it over my shoulder as I backed out of the driver’s door and pushed it shut with a hip. A few steps latter, I had pressed the central locking and secured the key in the pocket of my unzipped hoodie. I knew I must have looked a real treat in my short floral summer dress. But, somewhere between midnight and two in the morning, I’d gotten cold and considering the heater did not work on my little blue bug, I had no option but to grab whatever I could lay my hands on first, out of the suitcase on the backseat. I had been too stubborn to pull over and riffle through my personal belongings or maybe I just found it too depressing to be reminded that everything I owned was now filling the back seat of my car. However, this was not something I was going to let myself dwell on, I was going to be positive about my new start, my new life.
I had arrived in the outskirts of this godforsaken town just after dawn, far earlier than I would have if I had stopped to sleep in the motel back on the highway, six hours ago. I was here, safe in the state, the small coastal town I would now call home – for the next twelve months anyway, once I’d actually found the home I was renting.
Choking on a cloud of cigarette smoke, I looked up, barely restraining the urge to wave my hand in front of my face. There stood a six foot something, broad shouldered cowboy, leaning against the wall, watching my approach to the diner, far too attentively. I had no idea why a cowboy impersonate would be in this part of the country,being so close to the beach, but what else could I call him. Taking his impersonation to a convincing level he dipped his hat as I passed.
“Morning m’am,” he drawled.
I didn’t reply, just nodded my head and continued onto the target zone, the front door of the café. Just as I reached it, the heavy glass swung open to the sound of metal bells. My eyes drifted down to see just who I would be passing in the doorway and then they drifted down some more.
“Why thank you young man.” I said with a genuine smile.
My smile was returned by the young boy that couldn’t be any more than a day over seven. As I walked through the entrance-way I saw a woman around my age heading towards us, coming from the pay counter. She was securely holding the hand of a little girl who appeared to be the same age as her brother.
“Your son is such a little gentlemen, he has beautiful manners.” I told the mousy blonde.
“He can be,” she replied. “But you should see him at bath time.”
I laughed along with her as she rolled her eyes heavenward and proceeded out the door. Looking back in the direction I was walking, I was just in time to pull up short, almost knocking into a waitress. I put my hand out instinctively and grabbed hold of her slim shoulder. She was a small thing, her brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail making her appear years younger than she probably was. Her big chocolate coloured eyes grew wider, if this was at all possible,making her resemble a deer caught in headlights. Frozen to the spot, she looked from my face to my hand where it still sat, grazing the bare skin on her upper arm, beneath the sleeve of her uniform.
Well, at least there was one other woman in here dressed almost as badly as me. The pale blue shift was well worn, unflattering and shapeless, it looked like something she had stolen from her mother’s wardrobe.
“Sorry,” I said, pulling my hand away from soft skin as I looked down to catch the name on her badge.
“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice sounding just as timid as she looked. “Daisy, my name is Daisy.” She stammered, then afforded me a brilliant white smile before asking, “A table for one?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled begrudgingly, then cleared my throat to repeat. “A table just for one thank you Daisy.”
From now on it was only ever going to be a table for one, I couldn’t help but think.In just two weeks my whole life had changed. A table for one, a room for one and a bed for one, that was the new me.
No more depressing thoughts, I silently chided myself. I was making a fresh start and I was damn well going to be happy about it. I pulled my shoulders back with a determination I was far from really feeling and followed the young woman’s gaze to a nearby empty stool at the long bench. An older woman stood behind red laminate, pouring a coffee for a guy sitting before a plate of eggs and bacon, half devoured.
I began to take a step towards the vacant stool but then paused when I noticed two young men sitting at either side of it. One was sliding over his stack of pancakes that had obviously just moments ago been in front of the now vacant stool. It was obvious he had just moved to free up this space between him and his mate. They must have been all of eighteen, young enough to be my son’s.Okay, maybe not, but they could definitely be my younger brother, if I had one.The lascivious smiles that covered there all too young faces told me that they didn’t think they were too young for me.
I turned to look around the very full diner, amazed at how busy the place was for this time of the morning and noticed an empty booth, far up the back of the room, just being cleared. The sweet family of three I had passed must have vacated it, what perfect timing, what luck, things were definitely looking up for me already. Maybe this town wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Pulling my long brown hair back into the hair tie I snapped off my wrist, I made another attempt at the mega sized breakfast sitting in front of me, a taunting reminder that I had no appetite. It did not help that I felt like every set of eyes in this joint was zeroed in on me. I’d caught the guy in the ‘south-side electrical’ baseball cap eyeing my breasts a few times since I first sat down.The surfer dude in a booth on the opposite side of the room as mine, had twice now. The only guy that didn’t appear to be checking me out was the one in the booth in front of me. I could barely see him myself because of the news paper held up in front of his face. The rude sod hadn’t even dropped his paper to thank Daisy as she refilled his coffee mug. He’d merely uttered a thank you then reached out one calloused free hand to sweep up his mug once she was gone.I could see shiny gold cuff links peeking out beneath the sleeve of what had to be a very expensive power suit. I couldn’t help wonder what a guy like him was doing in a place like this. I had researched this town before taking the job because there was no way I was going to move to Hicksville. The township wasn’t short of its flashy restaurants and boardwalk cafes. I liked the metropolitan scene it offered while still retaining a little country charm, that’s what drew me here. Well one of the things that drew me here for it certainly wasn’t the pay that was almost half of what I was used to getting back in the big smoke as a pharmacist.
Shoveling another fork of scrambled eggs into my mouth I paused, silverware poised at my lips when I stupidly caught the eye of the young kid, now sitting back on the stool he had freed for me. His eyelids looked hooded with lust as his gaze followed the movement of my lips around the fork. I suddenly felt like I had been caught doing something dirty. Was this kid imaging his cock sliding into my mouth? Maybe he was imaging his friends cock slipping past my lips. Dropping my gaze as well as my cutlery to the plate, I squeezed my eyes shut as images began to bombard my mind. I was instantly taken back to a time two weeks passed. God, was it only two weeks ago that my entire world came crashing down around me, right when I thought all my fantasies were coming true? There was no stopping these horrid memories from flooding my mind now that they had begun, I was instantly transported back to another place in time.
The room was dimly lit by the two matching lamps, one on either side of our king sized bed. The expensive coverlet was pulled back exposing the fresh sheets I had just put on today, in preparation for tonight. Peter loved silk linen and whatever my husband of two years loved, I wanted him to have. He had rich tastes but working as a solicitor for a well-known firm, he could afford whatever he wanted and often he would shower me with gifts as well. It was endless to what means he would go to, just to keep me happy, including what he was doing tonight. He promised the evening would be all about me, fulfilling one of my fantasies. It was something I had confessed to him on our honey moon after we entered our bungalow one night to find our bed being turned down by a manservant.
When he had asked if there was anything else we desired, I drunkenly giggled and blurted,“Just the two of you in there.” While motioning towards the large bed.
The young guy blushed and looked over at my new husband. I swear I could feel sexual tension pulse throughout the room as time slowed and we all stood very still and quiet. Finally Peter cleared his throat and ignored the stare curious from the man while he dismissed him.
It wasn’t until the next day that he asked me if I had been serious. Believing I should start our marriage with nothing but honesty, I had told him the truth,relayed every detail of my long standing fantasy.
Now here we stood, almost two years on and my caring husband was going to help me fulfill one of my wildest fantasies. I was certain there was no wife in the world as lucky as I. My pussy tingled with anticipation and my arse clenched at the thought of being filled by two cocks at the same time in both these pleasure zones. I had watched many a porn movie that teased me with how this could be done. I still hadn't decided yet. Maybe if I was to ride Todd, Peter could enter my tight arse from behind.
A naked Peter had already stripped me bare of the flimsy black slip I’d purchased for the occasion. Now I stood before him, waiting on wobbly legs for what would come next. He tugged on my hand to bring me closer and looked over my shoulder.I could hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Todd discarded his clothes. I couldn’t wait to catch a glimpse of what I had imagined to be a rock hard,gorgeous body. He towered over me and Peter; it was hard to believe that he was an IT geek that worked at Peter’s office.
Large hands splayed over my shoulders from behind, I jumped from the contact. Peter grasped my hips to steady my skittish behaviour, his eyes still fixed on the other man about to share our bed. Todd’s fingers trailed down my arm to come to a stop over the top of Peter’s slightly smaller ones.
“Your wife has a delectable arse,” Todd said near my ear. “I will look forward to filling it later.”
My eyes widened at his words. Hadn’t Peter talked to him about the rules? I had told Peter I only wanted to be fucked by him there. I was used to taking him in my arse, being that he always preferred to finish that way. It had taken me awhile to adjust to his size, not that he was overly large in the cock department, but I was an arse fucking virgin when I met Peter. None of my sexual partners before him had shown any interest in my tight little hole,although, I had only slept with three guys so it’s not like I’d had all that much experience.
“You will only fuck Shelby’s pussy.” Peter corrected him.
“Well then, if I can’t have this…” Todd slapped my backside and pushed his hard erection into the small of my back. “It looks like I will have to have your arse instead Peter.”
I felt a shudder run through Peter’s body, was he worried he had to go through with this demand?
“But first,” Todd continued. “I want to watch the little woman suck your dick… see how well she can take you in that small mouth of hers.”
I tried to turn, to look over at the large man behind me, tell him exactly who was in charge of this scene. Before I’d uttered a word, I was being pushed from behind towards the bed with Peter backing up in front of me.
“Look here…” I began. “I will be –”
My words were cut off by two long fingers over my mouth.
“You will be using these lips for far better things than mouthing off to me. Now suck, show me what that biting tongue can do.”
Fingers filled my mouth, gagging any protest I had and I could do nothing but respond to his demand. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on his intruding digits and I looked to Peter for help. He was now backed up all the way to the edge of the bed. His eyes were glazed with carnal desire and not on me, but on the face above my head. I tried to move my tongue, the fingers slid out ever so slightly to give me the room to swirl around them before they plunged deep to hit the back of my throat. A little chocking sound escaped my esophagus.
“Tut, tut, tut,” Todd reprimanded. “This will not do, you need to learn to relax your throat and take what is given.” He withdrew his fingers and stepped to my side,issuing a command to Peter. “Lay back on the bed and take hold of that hard dick, you’re going to feed it to her bit by bit until she can take it all,right down her throat.”
As Peter moved to do his bidding, I looked down to notice my husband’s erection. He was aroused, far more aroused than I had ever seen him before. His eyes flashed to mine for a split second, an emotion danced across his face that I didn’t recognise right before his gaze dropped to his hand grasping his cock, hiding the look I wanted to decipher.
I followed him onto the bed, we made it into position with him shuffling back on his backside and me chasing him on my hands and knees. A movement I should have found predatory and sexy as all hell, but unease was stirring in my stomach.
Todd stood at the side of the bed, his eyes reminding me of my order, what I was to do. I turned back to face Peter’s hard cock in his hand, he was doing just as he’d been told like a dutiful young boy. I pursed my lips, wanting to say something, take back the control. I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t realise what was happening here. I knew who, or more so, what Todd was. He was a dominant male. I should have figured as much by the way he had behaved over dinner. The moment all three of us had stepped into the restaurant he had taken control. We had all drunk red wine with our meal instead of the white Peter and I preferred,because Todd said it would go better with the steak he had ordered for all of us. I was too giddy with pre-empted lust to pay attention or even care about Todd’s behaviour over dinner. He was a muscle bound hunk and all I could think of was the bulge I had seen in his low hung jeans and how full I would feel when he slipped into my pussy.
Now, while edging my face over my husband’s rock hard erection, I told myself I could do this, give this man control, after all the end result would remain the same, I would at last fulfill one of my kinkiest fantasies.
Sticking out my tongue, I licked the pre-cum beading on Peter’s bulging head. His moan filled the room and encouraged me to continue. Parting my lips, I slid the mover the tip, sucking the top like he was a delectable pacifier. I had always loved giving head, loved the feel and taste on my tongue of a man. This was an incredible way to start things off. Peter’s hand moved along his shaft until he hit my chin, then lowered to allow me some extra length to suckle on. He repeated this a few more times, guiding me further and further down the soft skin stretched taught over what felt like iron.
To my surprise, Todd didn’t utter a word, maybe I was expecting some sort of praise for doing as I’d been told. Pulling my mouth away, I looked over to where he stood, his hand wrapped around the largest cock I had ever seen. My eyes surely bulged as I watched him slowly work his impressive length, swiping his thumb over the pearly drop spilling from his head, to rub down his penis with a languishing stroke. He tilted his head towards Peter sprawled out before me. It was my silent command to continue.
Widening my lips so as not to touch, I bent down until I knew Peter’s cock was almost fully in my mouth before closing around him. Covering his entire length with the wet warmth, I sucked hard, his hips jerked upwards in response, pushing his cock even further into my mouth. I pulled back a little so as not to gag, I had already been reprimanded for this once. With Peter’s hands now clenched at his sides, offering me free reign to what I loved, I repeated this action a few more times before settling half way down his shaft and moving to take him into one hand for assistance.
“Do not touch him.” Todd barked. “Hands laced behind your back. At no point tonight do you touch him nor you her. Do you understand?”
Peter instantly fired back a “Yes sir.”
My mouth was too full to fall open from surprise or to reply so I simply nodded my head in acquiescence all the while wondering how the hell we were going to fuck if we couldn’t lay a hand on one another.
I felt the bed dip beside me and glance over to see Todd kneeling at my side,cock still in one hand as he reached out to my face. My soundless question of what he was up to now, was soon answered when I felt his large hand beneath my chin as he cupped Peter’s balls. I was waiting for the objection from Peter, a show of censure to having a man touch him this way, but there was none. With my mouth still full of my husband, I looked up with only my eyes to see him focused on Todd with a small lewd smile.
When I began to lick his shaft, needing to take a breather, Todd’s head came down near mine and his tongue darted out to match my movement on the opposite side.Peter groaned, it was a deep guttural sound I had never heard before. More from surprise than anything else, I moved back to kneel on my haunches and watch Todd take the bulbous head of my husband into his mouth. The sight was strangely exciting, I realised for the first time since I had crawled onto our marital bed, that I felt aroused. I had never thought seeing my husband’s cock in someone else’s mouth could make me wet, especially not a man’s. But seeing Todd’s muscles ripple along his spine as he worked Peter’s cock in and out of his mouth, had me gliding my hands down to my smooth mound in search of my throbbing clit.
Todd’s movements were not gentle, his head was set at a punishing pace that I instantly matched with my fingers. On a hard downward plunge he stilled and I watched on, fascinated to see his throat convulse, as he held Peter’s cock deep within, obviously tightening and releasing his fat head. A few pounding heartbeats later, Peter called out to the man eagerly torturing his cock.
“I’m going to cum.”
Todd instantly withdrew and wrapped long fingers around the base where his face had just been planted.
“No,” he bit out. “I have not given you permission to cum and as much as I’d love to taste your spunk on the back of my throat, I have plans for this dick.”
I glanced up to see Peter close his eyes on a pain filled moan and scrub a handover his face with evident frustration. My hand froze over my dripping pussy that now ached to be filled by one of these men.
“Move to the top of the bed and lay on your back.”
I looked from Peter to Todd to see the large man focused on me now. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts and move. Scrambling along silk sheets, I made my way to lie beside my husband, I desperately wanted to kiss, touch and fondle him, feel some sort of connection. His crooked elbow now lay across his face,he didn’t even look my way as I edged into his side.
“You have some payback to do Peter.” Todd had let go of his cock and turned his gaze on me. “Spread your legs for your husband. If he loves pussy so much he will eat it until I say he has had enough. You can use your fingers on your wife, do not touch her anywhere else.”
Heat raced through my body, pooling between my thighs and I felt the rush of fluid seep from my cunt as I parted my legs wantonly. My nipples tingled and as Peter moved to his hands and knees I ran my palms over hardening buds wishing it was his hands molding to my breasts.
Thumbs parted my pussy lips and instantly a wet tongue flicked over my clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from me as I thrust my hips up.
“Hold her down.”
Peter’s palms obediently pressed me into the mattress while his tongue continued with teasing little flicks.
“Oh god Peter, I need more.”
“You heard her Peter, now give it to her, eat that pussy, lap up those juices I can see spilling from her cunt. You are a pussy licker aren’t you Peter?”
Todd’s voice was so derogatory that it startled me for a moment. Peter didn’t reply,instead his thick tongue delved deep into my entrance, pushing inside me as my inner walls tightened around the delightful intrusion. My mind was instantly back onto my husband’s face pressed firmly between my thighs. He had never before now ravished my pussy with such intensity and passion. He had only, on a few occasions, licked and teased my clit for a mere few seconds before he claimed that he needed to be inside me. I didn’t mind considering I was the one to have brought him to this insatiable brink from giving him head.
“Feel her little cunt with your fingers.”
Todd’s voice brought me out of my reverie and the feel of two long fingers slipping inside, made my head spin. Peter still had one hand on my stomach, holding me down and I pushed desperately against it, trying to lunge onto his fingers and set a rhythm my body demanded. Movement past Peter’s head caught my eye and I watched as Todd squeezed lube over two of his fingers. When had he moved to kneel behind Peter? I was in such a lust filled haze I was barely noticing what was going on around me anymore.
I watched the hand disappear from site only to reappear a few seconds later for more lube. Todd placed one large palm on the centre of Peter’s back and then his hand went down again. Peter’s tongue had slowed for a second, but was now re-assuming the hard licking over my clit.
“How does her pussy feel around your fingers?” Todd’s voice was rough. “I bet not near as good as your virgin arsehole is going to feel around mine.”
Peter’s tongue stopped mid lathe, his fingers froze inside me and then suddenly his body pushed forward and he let out a moan. It registered what Todd had just done, he was finger fucking my husband.
“Keep eating that pussy Peter otherwise I will have to stop readying your arsehole.”
Peter instantly resumed his duties, his fingers moved in and out of my sensitive sheath as he worked his tongue over my clit, but he was no longer working at a rhythm set by him, he was matching the pace Todd had on him from behind. My body was still aroused, responding to what was being done to it but my mind was cleared of the lust filled fog. I was now focused on the man standing at the foot of our bed. With one hand he reached for the lube again and I couldn’t see what he was doing. Peter continued to stroke slowly in and out of my cunt.
“Spread your legs wider for me.” Todd said and I knew this command was not for me.“Lower this firm arse so I can get into it.”
Peter did as he was told, all without losing a beat with his tongue on my clit. I could not take my gaze off the large man as he lent in closer to my husband.What the hell was going on? Wasn’t I meant to be the one being fucked by that huge cock?
“God you’re so tight.” Todd bit of through clenched teeth. “You need to relax for me, that’s it, let me in, let me give you what you’ve been jonesing for. Hold still.”
All Peter’s movements stopped, including what he had been doing to me, making my head clear even more. I glanced from the top of his dark head, where it was hung low between my thighs and to the blonde headed man clenching his jaw with determination and pleasure.
“That’s it, just a little bit more, you’ve taken half of me but neither of us will be happy until I am balls deep.”
“Oh god.” Peter moaned, his voice muffled from within my thighs.
“No, I’m no god Peter, but I’m about to take you to heaven.” Todd laughed out.
The joke turned my stomach and the laugh was cut off by his guttural moan as Todd’s hands moved to clasp Peter’s hips. Peter turned his head into my thigh as he let out his own moan. I suddenly wanted to close those thighs and draw them up to my chest but I was stuck in this position, with Peter slowly starting to rock back and forth against me. I couldn’t believe he was enjoying this, he actually… well he actually wanted it. My husband wanted to be fucked up the arse by a man.
Peter had a few times coaxed me to slip my finger into his arsehole when we were making love, but this… this was different wasn’t it?
“Peter.” Todd called in a sing song way. “Naughty, naughty. You are ignoring your wife.You cannot be the one to have all the fun here. You told me this was for her too. Did you lie to us both?”
I looked over to meet Todd’s sneering face. I was now leaning up on my elbows.Todd held my gaze and began to thrust harder into my husband.
“Lay back down and I will get Peter to eat your pussy for you.”
“No thank you.” I replied insolently.
The thought of this man now getting my husband to do his bidding, what he wanted,made bile rise in my throat. How had this night got to this point?
“Then when I’m finished fucking him, once I've blown my load deep in his arse, I will fuck you. You can feel what it is like to have a real man in your pussy, spill his seed deep in your cunt.”
I shook my head vehemently, unable to utter a word. I really was going to be sick.
“Please yourself.” Todd said casually as if dismissing me. “But I’m sure Peter would love to munch on your wet pussy after I’ve been in there, after I’ve filled you with my spunk.”
Letting go of one hip he then plunged his hand around and under Peter who instantly let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Todd’s arm moved at the same pace as his hips as they slammed into flesh, the loud slapping noise of thighs meeting the back of thighs echoed off our bedroom walls.
“Your dick is so hard Peter. You’re so thick and hard in my hand I can barely wrap my fingers around you. You love my dick in your arse don’t you? Tell me how much you want it or I will stop right now.” Todd’s voice rose. “Tell me!”
“I love your dick in my arse.” Peter’s voice sounded foreign to my ears.
“And what else do you love? You need to tell your little wife here so she knows what she married, what a liar you are, that she married a lie.”
“No.” Peter whimpered from between my legs.
I tried to move away but his arms were hooked over my thighs, pinning me in place. All the fighting strength I should have had, seemed to be rushing out of me with my hot tears.
“Tell her Peter.” Todd demanded. “It’s too late now, she has seen me buried balls deep inside you. She is right now watching me fuck your arse while I pump your dick. Look at her, look up at her Peter, see her watching you. Watching me fucking you like the little dick sucking prick you are. You wish I’d put my dick in your mouth don’t you. Don’t you Peter?”
Todd continued to yell while pounding relentlessly into him. All the words were running into one another as he continued to try and get him to admit to something I couldn’t believe, I didn’t want to believe, but it was all starting to make sense.
God I hated the sound of his voice but I hated the sound of Peter’s whimpers even more. Slowly the dark headed man I loved lifted his head, tears poured down his cheeks mirroring my own.
“Tell her.” Todd said through gritted teeth. “Stop being a pussy licking cunt and tell Shelby what you really crave.”
“Are you alright miss?”
My head snapped up to see Daisy standing beside me. Tears streamed down my cheeks like hot scalding misery scaring my face, just as it had done that dreadful night when I thought my fantasy was being fulfilled and instead it had been Peter’s trip,his fantasy being satiated.
“Are you okay?”
I looked past Daisy to see the sandy haired man at the table beside mine watching me with a look of confusion and something else I couldn’t read. Looking away, I swiped at my face and stared at my plate unseeingly.
“The eggs aren’t that bad are they?” The waitress asked with a forced lightness in her voice. She held out a napkin. “Here, I have some more in my pocket.”
As she started rummaging in the over sized dress, I reached for my handbag on the bench seat. Pulling out my purse, I yanked out a twenty and threw it on the table before making to move.
“Keep the change.” I croaked, my throat tight with emotion.
Daisy stepped back, allowing me to shift out of the booth.
“That is far too much money, let me refill your coffee and I’ll go get some change.Maybe just sit down for a little while.”
Ignoring the young girl, I stepped around her and headed for the door with my chin down.I could feel just as many eyes on me now as when I had entered the diner, if not more. What a spectacle I had made of myself. I strode to the door, not near fast enough, I wanted to run, get away from the café as fast as my legs could take me, but I kept up a steady pace and was soon fumbling in my sweater pocket for car keys.
Ripping the car door open I threw in my bag and with trembling hands, somehow got the key in the ignition. My little blue bug roared to life and I shifted into gear.Gravel churned under my back tires and flew as I fled the scene. What a way to welcome myself to this new town, my new single life. I had escaped the big city, a marriage that was only a façade and no matter how many miles I put between me and my husband, he was still going to follow me.
Our marriage had been a fraud, a way to placate his prudish parents that would never accept him if they knew the truth. If only he had told me, had been up front with me from the start, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with him and I wouldn’t now feel like someone had ripped a hole in my chest with a blunt bit of four-by-two.
He said he didn’t know until after we were married. I didn’t know whether to believe this story or not. Somehow knowing this made it worse. Self-deprecating demons came out to play. What if I had turned him gay? What if I just wasn’t woman enough for him? Did I turn men off? Would another man ever want me?
Taking the corner all too fast, I turned onto the road that was meant to lead me to my new home. I was meant to ask someone at the café for directions, all I knew was that it was the third street on the left after exiting the town, the road that isn’t sign posted. Well, I didn’t see any sign posts but my mind was a bit preoccupied, I couldn’t even recall driving through the town. With my mind was a blaze with anger, I decided this was a much better emotion to feel, one I could work with. Maybe I needed to be fucked by another man, just as Peter had done to see who I am. Maybe I needed to prove I was fuck-worthy in order to move on, re-assure myself that I am a woman men want, crave and would beg to be inside.
A popping sound brought me out of my head only to feel the steering wheel shudder beneath my palm as the car began to swerve.
“Great.” I said to no one but myself and all my belongings on the back seat. “Could this day get any worse? Is it too much to ask that one thing go right for me?”
Pulling over to the side of the road, as far as I could without hitting a tree, I turned the engine off and slumped over the steering wheel. The thump of my forehead made me bite back a curse and moan in defeat instead. Too busy in my own private self-pity party, I did not hear a car pass me by or the crunch of footsteps in the gravel. I did however hear the tap on my driver’s window and the squeal of fright that escaped my lungs. Rearing back in my seat I looked out the dusty window to meet deep blue eyes set amongst a strong handsome face,framed with short sandy hair. It was the man from the diner, the one sitting beside me who had looked at me with… how had he looked at me?
He motioned for me to wind down my window, I couldn’t help notice the ripple of muscle in his arms beneath the short navy t-shirt. He remained slouched down to talk to me while I slowly worked the handle lowering the window. His bent position stopped me from getting a better look at the rest of his body. But there was no escaping the deep scowl darkening his face as if I had given him a flat tyre.
“You have a flat.” His deep voice complained.
“Really.”I couldn’t help the sarcastic comeback.
“If you get out, I will change it for you.”
“Thanks but I don’t need you to, I can do it myself.”
“I’m sure you can but I’m not about to leave a damsel in distress on the side of the road.”
The use of the words damsel in distress had my hackles rising. Did he think that remind me of the exhibition I’d made back at the café was going to get me out of the car. I took in a long calming breath, sucking in the fresh scent of his cologne.Mingled with male testosterone, it was a heady scent, one you could easily become addicted to. It reminded me of the thought I’d just had earlier about needing a man. Maybe my luck was changing after all.
“I meant the distress you are in having a flat tyre, not the…” His brow crinkled even further, if that was even possible and he shook his head. “I did not mean…wrong choice of words, sorry.”
He straightened, squaring his shoulders, taking a small step back, almost as if sensing danger. This gave me a better look at what I was dealing with. I tilted my head to the side just a little, trying to take in more of this tall gorgeous body. God he was built. He obviously did manual labour. He had that natural buffed look about him, not the type generated in a gym. His golden skin almost glowed beneath the early morning sun. Maybe I did need to get laid, maybe this strangers hard cock in my pussy would bring back my feminine confidence. It could be just what I needed to turn a crappy day of howling tears, into one jam-packed with ecstasy and pleasure-filled screams. I think I could handle being deliriously aroused by the bulging cock I could see straining against jeans, or more to the point, filled by this guy’s deliciously hard cock.
I stepped back even further from the blue bug as well as the beautiful woman sitting inside it. The way she was looking my way reminded me of a lioness sizing up her prey. One minute she looked as if she was able to chew my head off and the next like she was about to pounce and devour my head, the one that was now pushing painfully against my denim pants.
“So you didn’t mean you wanted to rescue the blubbering mess you watched back at the café?” she arched one brow at me in question.
“I’m not entirely sure what you’re talking about.” I grinned back innocently.
I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. Something had obviously upset her back there but it was none of my business even though a protective urge in me had been stirred.
“Are you following me?”
Her tone turned playful, it was a complete contradiction to the weariness I could still see lingering in her jade green eyes. There was no way I was going to tell her that I had left the diner after her, compelled to follow her, to make sure she got to wherever she was going safely. And if I discovered where she lived at the same time, this would be have been a bonus. It just so happened, coincidentally,that she turned up my street. A street that only led to two homes, one being mine and the other belonging to Mrs Kelly and I knew for a fact that she had rented it her house out to the new pharmacist moving to town.
“I own a farm, an orchard that runs along the bottom of this street.”
Stepping out of the car, she appeared to be pondering this information while she gave mean, all too obvious, sweep of her eyes. As if making a decision, she stepped to the side and motioned towards her car.
“Please, by all means, come to my rescue. My name is Shelby.” she extended her hand.
“Nice to meet you Shelby. My name is Luke.”
The minute her smaller hand was within mine an electric jolt of lust hit me and sparked it’s way through every vein in my body to land in my cock, shocking it back to life. The minute I had seen this woman walk into the diner, my dick sat up and took notice. There was something about that floral dress and dreadful hoodie that hid and showed off her every desirable curve at once. Her long brown hair had sat disheveled around her face, giving her the ‘I’ve just been fucked,’ look that I translated into ‘I want to be fucked.’ In my head this made sense because I desperately wanted to be the one to mess up that hair, in a way that only a good shag could do. I knew instantly, that if I could get within a foot of this girl, sparks would fly. There was something about the vulnerability she wore on her sleeve mixed with the raw sexuality that was hidden just beneath. Really it was there to see if you looked hard enough. All this translated to hot sex in my mind and at the moment my dick was agreeing and asking to be satiated.
Moving on with the task at hand – changing her tyre – was made difficult by the bulge in my jeans, straining to be freed. There was no chit-chat going on, thankfully,because I doubt whether I could keep up a conversation when all I could think about was lifting her dress, tearing off her knickers and discovering if she tasted as sweet on my tongue as I thought she would. God, I hadn’t been this hard and horny for a bird since… actually I couldn’t remember when. And it didn’t help that every time I turned her way, to give her what I hoped was a sexy, charming smile, she was eye fucking me. There was no doubt in my mind as the minutes passed by that she was just as eager to get me into her pants as I was to be there.
“All done.” I announced, trying to work out a way to prolong this timely meeting, or better still, get her into my house and then my bed.
I walked over to the open side door on my van, to put my wheel brace back inside the tool box. When I turned, I almost bowled her over, she was right behind me.
“So…” She started, looking around my shoulder. “Just how comfy is the inside of your van?”
“Comfy?” I echoed as a question.
“Yes comfy. I wanted to know if there is room in there for me to lie down so you can fuck me. Or should I just stand up and lean in, you could just as easily take me from behind.”
Baffled, I blinked a few times needing to check I’d just heard her correctly.
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Either, both,” she chimed. “Whatever will get that rock hard cock of yours deep inside my pussy.”
I let out a breath of air on a whistle and ran one hand through my recently trimmed hair. This was a woman of my own tastes. I reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in close, wanting her to feel exactly how hard I was for her, how filled she would be getting.
“I do not mind,” I replied. “As long as I get a taste of that sweet pussy before I fill it.”
To be continued ....