Litte Piece of Heaven
Posted Fri Nov 14, 2008 09:23 PM
Welcome to Deertown. I have lived here all my life. Why is it called Deertown? Cause the colonists who founded the place saw Deer all over the area and named it such. Not very creative. Of course, due to progress there are no more deer. But the town’s name stays the same.
Up at Mr. McGee’s General Store, most of the town’s folk come here due to it being the only place that sells most anything. It was a big decent place and I was lucky to get a job there. See that young buck with the glasses and blonde hair putting up the cans of Beanie Weenie’s? That is me. Emil Kasimir is my Christian name but there are a select few that call me Kasimir or just Kazz. Why do you ask? It’s easy. I was born with a dull first name and a cool last night. So like guys known as Walker or Garrison, I’m known as Kasimir.
My co-worker Rudy appeared before me in that usual smug swagger. He was a redheaded field hand who had to work with me in the winter. It was getting along on spring so I kept getting annoyed at his presence. He should have been gone 3 weeks ago. “What are you up to, Rudy?” I asked.
“I’ve been stacking the dog food out back. I needed to get some air.” He said.
“Then why aren’t you outside?”
“Cause it is about to rain.”
“What? Are you allegoric to rain?”
“Then why are you here talking to me?”
“Cause I know it bothers you.”
“You are a fucking prick, you know that?”
“Yeah and my mom still likes me. Go figure.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. Rudy was born to be an obnoxious asshole but he had his moments. I really didn’t like him. I wouldn’t have drinks with him or have dinner with him and his wife but that didn’t mean we couldn’t work well together. Most of our hostilities never went any farther that harmless name-calling. It happened. Rudy was an idiot but at least he wasn’t lazy. “Seriously, Rudy,” I said, going to get another box of Beanie Weenies, “Why aren’t you with your father out on the field, chopping corn?”
“He hired some new hands. He really doesn’t need me.”
“Tell me about it. I really want to get out of here but there is nothing much more to do than work here.”
“There is always the Waffle House.”
“I can’t cook, Kazz.”
“But you can wait tables.”
“That is a woman’s job, Kazz!”
“This is the new age, Rudy. Men can do just about anything women can do.”
“You are weird, man.”
“And my mom still likes me. Go figure.” I laugh, repeating his earlier phrase. Rudy makes a huffing sound similar to a dog that is out of breath and finally leaves my presence. I park my next box of Beanie Weenies on the floor and continue my stacking. That bell above the door then ran out through the store as she walked in.
Monica was a very beautiful woman. She was apart of that big family that bought up most of the town six years ago. She had been coming to check on me ever since. She looked great every day but today was especially nice. She was wearing that blue and yellow flowered sundress but what got my attention the most was her nipple poking out. It must have been blowing a cold wind outside. And Dear God, she was wearing a raspberry beret. I was afraid in a few minutes I wasn’t going to be able to walk cause my boner was threatening to rip through my pants.
Monica strode up to me in that loving way she always had about her. She gave me a coy smile, that smile that drove me wild every time. She lovingly caressed the cans on the counter with her fingers as she walked by. Perhaps she had known I had stacked them twenty minutes early and could feel me from those cans. I took a deep breath, soaking in her appearance. She noticed this and then did a twirl for me, picking up the ends of her skirt, like a pristine schoolgirl. “Like what you see, Kazz?” she said.
“Most definitely,” was all I could get out.
“Do you have the morning shift, today?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Good, then you get off in a few minutes, right?”
I smiled, “IN a matter of speaking, yes.”
She giggled, obviously knowing what I was talking about. “Will you give me a ride when you are done working?”
“Sure. Where are we going?”
“No where in particular.”
“Then how will I know where to find it, once we get there?”
She skidded her heels on the floor, making a cute little squeak. I watched her leave and found myself back at work. Now, however, I was stacking the cans faster this time. Something told me I use finish and get out of here. Taking Monica for a ride in the country may prove to be more thrilling than she let on.
I finished my job in less than three minutes with only one-minute left to go on the clock. My third grade teacher Mrs. Little always said I was a clock-watcher, always wanting to know what time it was and watched the clock constantly. I didn’t mind. I was never late.
The time clock stretched to 12:30 pm and I punched out. I grabbed my helmet from my locker and proceeded to the front door. Mr. McGee was sweeping near the front. I patted him on the shoulder and said, “Take care, Mr. McGee. I’ll see you on Thursday.”
“Kazz, are you taking that Wells girl somewhere?” he asked.
I paused at the door, with my right hand slightly making it protrude. This was about to upset me but I vowed not to let the old man ruin my upbeatness. I turned to him with a gaze that could have scared most men, too bad old Mr. McGee had already seen too much in his lifetime. I smiled, trying to be polite. “What if I am?” I whispered.
“You’d be wise to stay away from her. She’s trouble.”
I laughed. “Where have you been, Mr. McGee? I love trouble.”
I walked through the door and let it fall back practically in his face. Mr. McGee was a decent old man but he’d be wise to stay out of my personal life.
I turned the corner to my bike and sure enough Monica was there, waiting for me. She already was sitting on it, but what I noticed was how she was resting on it. She was leaning forward, gently stroking the gas tank. She looked at me, gently licking her lips as if she just tasted the sweetest ice cream ever. “Careful, honey, “I smiled, “You keep stroking the gas tank and you might get my cycle off.”
“As long as I can get you off, I’ll be happy.”
I quickly exhaled deeply through my nose like a horse. I laughed it off and got on the bike in front of her. I turned the ignition and started the gas. She already had her arms around my waste and it was difficult not be aroused.
And I was failing miserably. But then again, that really wasn’t a bad thing.
The springtime on the outskirts of Deertown was something to see. The Pines up in full glory, and the daisies were beginning to fill up the dry fields. Monica and myself were cruising down Highway 182. I could hear her laugh as her hair flickered in the wind. And on occasion, she wouldn’t just be holding onto my waist. She would be rubbing my chest and even go lower. If I didn’t have to have both hands on my handlebar, she wouldn’t be the only one feeling of stuff.
Then I felt something hit my helmet. I looked up and felt something else. Raindrops. Well, Rudy did say it was cloudy. Monica tucked in closer as the raindrops started to hit me more and more. I paused on the road. I didn’t want us to be driving in the pouring rain. Monica then tapped my shoulder and pointed to the right. In the distance were Farmer Green’s fields and his barn. I then turned down the dirt road and headed up the hill. Monica held onto me tight cause there were a few bumps but nothing the Black Hawk couldn’t handle.
By the time we made it to the barn, the rain was pouring down like a monsoon. Monica hoped off first and I quickly followed. I ran over to the barn doors and pushed them open. Then I had to run back and grab the Black Hawk, guiding it inside. Once inside the dry barn, I kicked up the stand and propped my motor cycle up. I could hear the barn door closing, as Monica closed us in. I slowly removed my helmet and wiped my head. She slowly took off her beret and placed it on the tail end of the Black Hawk. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her rained soaked dress stuck to her skin, showing off the contours of her body very nicely. I couldn’t help but be aroused. She backed up against a pillar on the barn and slowly caressed her neck. “Kazz, I am all wet.” She smiled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Once again, I couldn’t talk cause this wasn’t the first time, Monica took my breath away. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pillar, rubbing her chest. My pants were risking being torn out of again. I removed my wet shirt and flopped it out on my cycle. She had the look of a goddess and I was her worshiper. She smiled, slightly biting her index finger. “C’mere.” She whispered.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I HAD to have her. I approached her and took her in my arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck. Our mouths couldn’t be held back anymore and I lovingly kissed her. I felt her tongue invade my mouth and it excited me with every sensation. In the back of my head, I remembered she tasted like strawberries.
Monica gasped as she hiked her legs and began to straddle me. She gripped my hair, as I kissed her on the neck. Then I made my way down to her breasts, slowly peeling off her wet sundress. With each kiss I felt her jolt. Since the rain made her cold, her nipple was standing out, begging to be suckled. And I was more than happy to abide.
She had a unique taste to her. And her smell was intoxicating. I held her breast in my mouth until she told me to stop. Then she took my hand and let me into one of the side rooms of the barn. Before I could react she shoved me onto one of the hay piles. I couldn’t help but laugh. I just took it as her being playfully but as she started to dig into my pants, I realized she was just incredibly excited. I helped her out a little and pulled down my boxers. She smiled that coy smile again and took my boner in her hands. Then she slowly licked it like a Popsicle and then began to suck it slowly. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. With every motion, she moaned. She would rub my stomach with certain strokes. I felt my legs tingling getting excited. Then I started to moan. Monica began to get faster and faster. With every stroke my heartbeat increased. Then she stopped, stroking my saliva soaked penis. “Oh, Monica, “I gasped.
“I’m not done with you yet, boy, “ she laughed, “I told you we were going for a ride.”
She then pulled off her dress and her panties almost at once. Then she stood over me and slowly lowered herself on top of me. I held onto her legs to guide her. Then I felt her wetness cover me. She smiled, gasping. Then she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth. I could hear her juices slide against my member as I continued to invade her sex. She then leaned forward, and we kissed again. She was magnificent.
She then leaned forward to my neck as we continued our lovemaking. I kissed neck once again, then allowing my breath to caress her ear. I could feel the Goosebumps appearing on my back as I did that. Then I felt a twitch of pain as she bit into me, on my shoulder. This was normal, cause I knew how excited she could get. Of course, love bites didn’t bother me.
Then we stopped our stroking. She kissed me again and I held her there. I could feel her wet hair sticking to my face. She rubbed my chest and invaded my mouth once again with her tongue. After a loving peck on the forehead, she got off of me. I slowly rose up following her. She stopped by the sidewall, holding her beautiful ass in the air towards me. A blind man could see what she wanted.
I got up off the hay and proceeded toward her. I slowly approached her behind, guiding my penis into her. She gasped again. I then began to pump inside her once again. There was a metal bar on top of the wall above her and she grabbed onto it. I held her hips and slid into her with every move. Her pussy was getting so wet I could hear it. I leaned forward kissed her shoulder blades, once again, holding my mouth there and allowing my breath to give her goose bumps. She reached back, massaging my neck. Then she leaned back and we kissed again. Her smell was once again intoxicating and I was borderline drunk. I began to pump into her faster. She started to yell and moan, almost ripping the bar off the wall. I was enjoying myself too much but I decided to finish off in a different way.
In the middle of my pumping, I quickly stopped. Poor Monica was immediately confused. “Kazz, what are you-“ she said.
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt my tongue invade her wetness. I could hear the air escape her lungs as she gasped deeply. “Oh, God, “ she whispered.
I continued to lick her vagina, holding onto her hips. She moaned louder and louder. I continued to quickly rub my tongue against her button. She then screamed and felt her hips vibrate. Then I felt her juices explode inches away from my face. My lady had gotten off first. And I didn’t mind a bit.
I then stood up and she turned around and I held her. Her breathing was deep and we stood there for a few seconds. Then she slowly lowered herself and once again wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. This time it was me grabbing the metal bar. She sucked and sucked my member and I couldn’t help but breathe hard. It was incredible. SHE was incredible. I could feel the familiar twitch below my belly. “Monica,” I whispered, “I am going to cum.”
She then stopped sucking my penis and began stroking it with both hands. I sucked in air as I exploded all over her chest. She continued to pump me out of my white liquid. She giggled, enjoying the show. When she was content I was done, she stopped stroking my penis and began to stroke her breasts, rubbing my jism all over her. “Oh, my God, “she said, closing her eyes, “You came all over me.”
Once again, I was speechless. All I could do was gaze upon her and in this moment, I loved her more than I ever loved her. She was the woman for me, no question. She smiled that coy smile again, rubbing my thigh. Then she looked to her right and stood up, taking my hand. “Let’s cool off,” she told me.
She let me back into the center of the barn, where we had noticed several streams of water falling from the ceiling. She then stood under one, let the water rush over her. Within seconds, I couldn’t help but join her. Our lips found their way to each other, as the water bounced off of us. I’ll never forget that moment.
It was our little piece of Heaven.
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