Belle: Steamy Georgia Days & Nights

Bad boy Billy knows what he wants, but is willing to use what it takes to make an older woman Belle his- even romance. And once she’s his, as far as he is concerned, she will be his forever. But southern bell Belle, thinks this is just a summer fling and on top of that has reservations because her biker is younger!

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BELLE: Steamy Georgia Days & Nights

 

I leaned on the counter in the window of my food truck. I didn’t have to look down to know I’d busted through my plaid western shirt. The plight of a thirty-six D in a medium-size world. If it fit my waist, it was tight on my bust and vice versa.

A head popped around the corner of my window. “Darlin’ you look good enough to eat today.” The workers at the factory I fed on Tuesday were now on the loose and hungry. He got a quick look at my breasts squashed together between my arms before I stood up. ‘Whoa,” he said waggling his eyebrows.

“Knock it off Woody,” I said grinning and moving behind the grill. “You having a burger?” I said while tossing a few balls of my hand-ground meat on the flat top.

“Yeah yeah, the usual….” He looked at the day’s menu propped against the truck. “Oh, you got that durn hummingbird cake today! Dagnabit I almost missed it! Good thing I got here early… I’ll have me a piece o’that for sure.”

Burger done perfectly medium rare. First came the peanut butter, crisscrossed with bacon and topped it with homemade sweet relish. I handed it out the window along with a plastic-wrapped piece of the ever popular hummingbird.

And so it went, for the remainder of their lunch hours. I’ve been scheduled here once a week for the last year. It was a huge textile mill and lucky for me the lunchtimes were staggered so I could easily keep up.

Summer in the south meant boob sweat and a river trickled between the girls nearly constantly. A cotton sports bra helped some but my shirt was still plastered to me. Georgia summer heat wasn’t for sissies and it was hotter than a two-dollar pistol today.

“Belle, when you and me gonna run away together?”

“When you’re old enough to shave,” I quipped back.

Knowing his usual, I tossed his burger on the grill and gave him the last piece of cake, glad that I made three this time.

“Aw c’mon Belle. Who cares about age? So you’re older than me, big freakin’ deal.” I rolled my eyes having had this conversation many times before. Billy was a big tease and we tormented each other since we met. He was dark-haired, fair skin with a build of a man that put in a lot of gym time, but I knew for a fact it was his job that created that body.

He looked inside the truck to see my fans still weren’t working. It wasn’t as though I couldn’t fix them. It was just by the time I got home, cleaned the truck, and prepared for the next day I ran out of time. “How about I come by and finally get those fans fixed for you?”

“I reckon that’d be just about perfect, Billy.” He flashed me a grin, grabbed his burger with hot pepper cheese and my special spicy relish.

Lawdy but that boy sure can get my britches steamed, but he was thirty to my fifty-two. Never too old to fantasize though, I thought.

I closed up the truck and headed home. My late husband bought this acreage and intended to farm, but he only got as far as a few pigs and goats before he was taken. I had the pigs butchered into country sausage for the truck, sold the goat, and bought chickens for eggs. I got enough daily from the girls to use in the truck and extra to trade for produce that I would include on the next day’s menu.

I was scheduled six days a week, and it could have been seven if I didn’t put my cowboy-booted foot down for a day off. I could afford to cut back another day, but all my stops were longstanding and I wouldn’t know who to cut. Besides that, I’d feel downright terrible doing it. All of them were hardworking guys and gals, but one day that I sold at the local shopping plaza. I enjoyed that because I saw so many neighbors and townspeople.

I locked the door behind me and immediately had my plaid snap cowboy shirt and bra off and stood under the ceiling fan letting the air wash over my damp skin. I pulled my cowboy boots off and parked them by the door, dropped my frayed jean shorts and stepped into the cool shower.

I usually toted everything into the house from the truck first but with Billy coming by, I thought it best to get cleaned up a bit. And none too soon because I no more than fluffed my wet dishwater blonde hair and his motorcycle roared in. I quickly pulled on a tank top and shorts.

I swear those baby blues and long black eyelashes were going to be my undoing, I thought to myself. “Hey, Billy,” I said, playing it cool.

“Not as good as your food, but thought you might be tired of cooking.” He held out a bag from the best Italian place around.

“How’d you know that place is a favorite of mine! I’ll get us a beer.” I came back out and he had two meatball sandwiches nicely arranged on the picnic table. “You’re a mind reader, Billy.”

“Nah, if I was that I’d know how to get you to go out with me. How many years it been now Belle? When you going to give me a break?” He had stopped eating, waiting for an answer.

I picked at the bun trying to think of a reason other than I was too old for him. That was a tired argument that wasn’t going to fly anymore. He took my hand and rubbed his thumb over my fingers. A little spark always went through me at his touch.

“You know why Billy. I’ve told you. I’m too old for you.”

“Bullshit.” I pulled my hand back and began to nibble at my sandwich, not as hungry anymore. “I’m not giving up darlin’. Just throwin’ that on the table right now. So be prepared. I get what I want, Belle.”

Knowing I’d give in if I looked into his eyes, I got up, tossed the empty containers out, and followed him into the food truck. I had three fans for air circulation and none worked. They really just blew the sweltering Georgia summer air anyhow, but it was something.

The truck was small and not meant for two. In the same place anyhow. “Don’t run away Belle, I’m going to need some help.”

Being right in front of me I couldn’t help but notice how the tight white t-shirt clung to his muscles. As he worked overhead, I was mesmerized by how they flexed. His t-shirt had pulled out of his jeans and I got a glimpse of his flat stomach, a teaser of black hair that arrowed into his jeans.

“Earth to Belle, wake up,” he said, annoyed. “I need you to hold this.” He was looking at me and I flustered at getting caught ogling him.

I reached up and held the fan while he worked. Face to face and he was crowding me. On purpose. The edge of the counter was against my lower back, his chest pushed into my tits and when he turned to reach for a screwdriver his knee pushed between my legs. The action of him tightening the screws kept rubbing his chest on mine until my nipples hardened, poked through my tank and rubbed on his chest.

He lowered his arms while I was still holding the fan and put his hands on my waist.

“When you gonna gimme some sugar, Belle,” his lips so close they brushed my lips when he talked.

“Can I quit holding this now?” I asked, finally on to his game. He ran his hands up my sides from my waist to my hands and lowered them to his shoulders. My fingers automatically flexed into the hard muscles.

“Now isn’t this better?” he whispered in my ear pressing into me. I shuddered and got wetter.

I felt the hardness of his cock through his jeans. He kissed from my ear down my neck and I sighed. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue teased, wanting in. He wove his fingers through my hair to hold my head while he tipped his head and took the kiss deeper. His tongue dipped in, circling my lips and I sucked it back in. He moaned. His hand was splayed on my side, his thumb on the outer curve of my breast. He pulled back and gazed into my eyes and sighed.

“I knew your mouth would taste as sweet as your shoo-fly pie,” he whispered and I smiled. I had enough of a participant that he now knew my objections were pretty lame.

“We uh-,” I cleared my throat. “We should get to the other fans.” He nodded and after a hesitation moved back.

I was busy as a cat on a hot tin roof that week and tomorrow I’d be back to see Billy again. When I was set up at the shopping center this week, I accepted a date with a fellow down the road I’d known for a long time. Mostly as a distraction, I suppose.

I met him at a local restaurant wearing a modest pink sundress and strappy white sandals. For some reason I felt like another person and that wasn’t a good thing.

Nearabouts I can tell is I wasted almost four hours of my life that evening. His talk centered around how women his age, same as mine mind you, just did not take care of themselves. How they let themselves go. What a sexy figure I had and someday he’d like to get around to discover what was under my dress. The last straw was when he pinned me against my car in the parking lot and swooped in for a kiss. He found out then how fast I could move, and he missed ogling my ass because the only thing he saw was my taillights when I drove off.

I spent the rest of the evening fuming and comparing him to Billy. Even he was more of a gentleman than a guy my age. I was madder than a wet hen and slammed things around the kitchen which always made me feel better.

It was late by the time I completed all the preparation for tomorrow and I know I’d not get my sleep so I’d be cranky the next day.

I backed the truck into the shade of the big trees on the perimeter of the parking lot of the mill. I jumped out, opened the window, and put the menu board out. I had more new things and was curious as to what the guys would have to say.

“Howdy Woody, how’s it going?”

He stood there reading the menu board and blew me a kiss. “Sure lots better now’n I seen you, Miss Belle.” He made a show of looking at my tits and saying, “Yeah sure is nice to see your girls too.”

“Knock it off, Woody!” My usual retort to Woody who usually made my day, but I had to muster up a laugh even for him.

He chuckled and said, “Hey, think I’ll try one of them new meatball sandwiches. And you got peanut butter pie huh. You know I’d let you get in my pants for that.”

I laughed. “You’re incorrigible, Woody!”

He was the first to sit at the new picnic tables that were set up in the shade. They filled up quickly as the line came and went. Most everyone tried something new and the comments hollered from the picnic table were all good, so that made me happy..

I had a short break until the next group was released for lunch. I needed to replenish the buns and was yanking on the door where they were stored.

“Dammit, c’mon you bitch,” I grumbled, putting my all into it. It was hotter than hell even though the fans were now moving some air and sweat pooled and ran down my body.

“Is anybody home?” I was squatted down in the narrow aisle and it took me a moment to stand up. I smoothed my damp shorts and looked out.

“Hey Billy, how’re you doing?” I said trying not to show how annoyed and cranky I was.

“Were you just swearing at someone or something in there?”

Oh god, he heard me. “Yeah, can’t get the cabinet door open that holds my buns.”

“Darlin’ you should know I’m the man to hold your buns,” he grinned. I was so aggravated it took me a minute to get it and I rolled my eyes. “Want I should come in and see what I can do?”

“I’d appreciate it. I need those buns and the guys will be out any second.”

Sure enough, they began to filter out of the mill. I had a few buns to get started with so I began to take orders. In the meantime, Bill was in and had to crawl between my legs to get to the cabinet and was squatted down against my right leg. He was bumping me as he worked on the door, then suddenly held up packages of buns that I tossed on the other end of the counter.

I couldn’t afford any hold-ups from a food truck. The guys only had so much time and depended on me. Billy crawled between my legs again and I was not only thankful for the buns but more thankful the crowd in front of my window couldn’t see that It looked like we were in the intro of a bad porn movie.

“Want I should stop by later and fix that door?”

“I can probably do it, Billy, thanks,” I said smiling.

“Aw, c’mon.”

“Yeah, okay, fine, now skedaddle,” I grumbled and smiled as he left out the back door.

He rolled in on his motorcycle and came over to the glider. I had my legs crossed holding the notepad for menu ideas.

“Never thought I’d get as close to those beautiful legs like I did today,” he said wistfully looking up at the sky.

“Yeah, you liked that today didn’t you.” He flashed that disarming grin with a blink of baby blues. “Least you didn’t see my tattoos. Now, if’n you ever got that close….”

He perked up.”Tattoos? Let me see.” I shook my head. “Aw, c’mon Belle baby. I’d show you mine!”

I laughed. “I’m sure you would.”

“You said tattoos, so more than one… Okay, just show me one.”

I shook my head.

“Why are you so cruel to me? And after I brought you something from your favorite place.”

“Muffuletta!” I stood up and tweaked his cheek. “I’ll get us a couple of beers.”

Billy took his last bite and tossed his napkin on the wrapper. “Hey, I wanted to tell you, I heard a lot of comments about your new food. The guys really loved the new stuff.”

“Thanks, Billy. It always helps to hear what my customers like, and don’t. Actually, I got the idea from the meatball sandwich you brought. That but on a smaller scale.”

He sauntered to the quonset hut that housed the food truck. I watched that sexy ass in tight jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his muscles just stroll on away. I shook my head, feeling sorry for myself and wondering how long I could resist that. He has really been pourin’ on the coal lately.

I sat in the open back door while he worked on the door.

“I had an idea if you’d like to hear.”

“Of course, Billy. I miss the debates and brainstorming I did with my husband.”

“Sorry Belle. It must be rough without him.”

“He’s been gone a while now and I get by, but it does get lonely at times.” I felt a wave of melancholy. “So what’s your idea?”

He went on the show me how I could change some of my storage so I could reach it all whenever I needed it. It was simple but so much more efficient. We found some metal to make it with in my husband’s shop and Billy said he had the rest.

“Since you’re free on Sunday, I can come by and work on it. I think it’ll be too rushed trying to work on it after work.”

“No no, Sunday is better. It’s too much for you to do after work.” He nodded.

“Where?”

“I’m not telling you, Billy!”

“Can I guess where they are?”

“NO!”

“Shoot. Shot down again,” he said, looking down and scuffing his boots in the dry red clay.

I laughed. His eyes twinkled with humor, then he shrugged and laughed.

Walking out to his bike, we talked about the farm. He hooked his fingers behind my head and stroked my cheek with his calloused thumb. He leaned in for a kiss, and we pressed our lips, tentatively, then harder, possessively. He dipped his tongue in and I teased it with mine. He moaned and relaxed the tension in his hand.

He looked at me for a moment before sliding his helmet on. “Goodbye Belle, see-ya Sunday.” I nodded and smiled, but I felt a little empty when he left.

The next day was an industrial park and workers came from a variety of businesses. One of my customers was an accomplished home chef and I asked if he would show me how to roll an egg roll correctly. I also wanted him to be my guinea pig and taste the smoked pulled pork and South Carolina yellow sauce filling I had in mind. New foods kept me busy between times seeing Billy.

Sunday morning finally came and I stood in front of the mirror trying to do something with my hair. I kept it somewhat short, but between curls and summer humidity, my dishwater blonde raged in spikes against the weather.

It was hotter than the hubs of hell out and the humidity was stifling so I opted for my standby cotton sport type bra and cotton tank. Because I knew I’d likely be crawling around in the truck, I chose longer shorts than my normal.

I checked everything in the mirror. I was proud of my body. I chose not to have children so my body didn’t go through the ravages of pregnancy and childbirth. My thirty-six D’s sat high on my chest but that was solely due to genetics. My sixty-eight-year-old Mom still had perky girls that some swore had help from a boob doc. I ate well, never exercised but working a food truck and a farm was enough to keep me in shape.

A battered up old blue pickup truck bumped up my long lane to the house. I was surprised to see Billy jump out.

“I needed to bring tools and some other stuff so no bike today.” He pulled a big toolbox out of the bed of the truck. “Next time I bring the bike, we’re going for a ride.” I nodded quick enough to not let myself think on it. He grinned.

He pulled the truck out of the big metal quonset hut I kept her in overnight.

“She deserves some sprucing up,” I said, patting the hood. “She’s done me good.”

“How’d you know she’s a she?”

“Because she never gives me any shit.” He laughed loudly.

I helped fetch tools and we worked well together all morning. My stomach was starting to grumble and he must have heard it.

“I’m about ready for lunch,” he tossed a wrench in his toolbox. “And I happened to bring it.”

“You brought lunch?”

“I figured you could stand a break.” I smiled and watched him slide a big cooler off the tailgate of his truck.

After spreading the cloth on the picnic table, I grabbed us a couple of beers. I saw by the name on the bag he has stopped at one of the best deli’s in town and raided their case. There were containers of almost everything they offered and I stifled a laugh seeing it all.

He looked at me and grinned. “I couldn’t make up my mind!”

“I see that!” I giggled.

He looked at me and his blues got stormy. “You giggle like that again darlin’ and the only thing I’ll be eating is you,” he growled. I didn’t blush easy but I felt my face flame.

“Sit down and behave yourself!”

“I’ll sit down, but behave myself around you?” He shook his head and started to dish out a spoonful of everything on my plate.

I looked down at my heaping plate and groaned inwardly. “I don’t know where to start!”

He held a fork of sweet potatoes in front of my lips and I opened and sucked it off the fork. His eyes went stormy again as he watched. I flicked my tongue across my lips to catch a drip.

“Mmmm,” I mewed. His eyes flared. “That’s good too.”

He looked at me like he wanted to clear the table and have me right on my picnic table. And I’m sure with any inclination, he would.

My eyes were downcast, I concentrated on the variety of food on my plate. I got up, ran into the house, and came back with my tablet.

“I’m getting some good ideas with this. I can see I’ll be piddlin’ with new recipes all week.” His eyebrows raised and he grinned. “But you knew that was going to happen, didn’t you.”

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“I figured you get a taste of a thing or two and run with your own take, sure. I liked what you did with the meatball sandwich I brought, so I thought this,” he waved his hand over the table, “would give you enough busy work.”

I laughed. “Lawdy, you are so freakin’ bad.” He laughed loudly.

“Next Sunday, creeks don’t rise, we’re going on the bike.” I nodded, already looking forward to it.

I was able to try some new ideas on my stops that week. I chopped up southern barbecue pork for my southern-style egg roll concoction. I wasn’t sure at all how they would do, but I had to try it.

“Egg roll?” I heard at my first stop of the week.

I cut one into fourths and passed them out at the window and all four ended up ordering one. They then raved about it to the others and more orders rolled in. Those were the first things I ran out of.

I then ran out of the pulled pork barbecue topped with southern red coleslaw, and on until the last of the lunch, the crowd was done. My truck was nearly empty, which pleased me immensely. Not only for monetary reasons, but I also just like to feed people.

I stopped on my way home to order more barbecue from another food truck that had a permanent spot at the corner gas station across town. I left with a pickup time in the morning and an order for fresh eggs from my girls.

The next day was the fiber mill and best of all,Billy. Old lady you gettin’ plum nuts, I thought. And just as I tried to get control of my libido, the bad boy pops in the back door of the truck with a case of beer.

“I been drinkin’ your beer. Put this in your fridge at home.”

I started to say something then I saw his hand wrapped in a fresh white gauze wrap. “What the hell?”

“It’s okay. Me and something had a little altercation and I lost.” He saw the concern on my face. “It’s really okay honey. I’ll be all healed up in no time.”

I stashed it in the back cooler, still frowning. I turned and he had stretched one of my cooks’ rubber gloves over his gauze-wrapped hand and the other.

“Good news is I can help you! And look for your tattoos,” he said with an evil grin.

“Never find ’em.”

“Oh you bet that sweet fine ass I will,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and he laughed..

Turned out he handed the food out the window while I worked the grill and it was very efficient. He knew the guys and had almost all of them talked into buying extra, consequently, I almost ran out of food for the last lunch shift.

“Billy, you gotta stop overselling,” I laughed. “I’m about out of food.”

The last customer walked away and I reached out to let the window drop closed.

“Phew.”

“You do work hard at this, honey.” He smoothed some strands of what I’m sure was wild-looking hair off my face. He hooked two fingers in the front waistband of my blue-jean shorts and tugged me into him.

“I’m all sweaty,” I murmured. His lips were only inches away.

“Uh-huh,” he whispered, brushing my lips with his. He nipped my lower lips and tugged.

“I’m all stinky,” I breathed.

“Umm hmm.” He pressed his lips against mine and I felt the pressure of the tip of his tongue. I opened and he swooped in to taste, to tease, and duel with my tongue. He held the back of my head and angled, taking the kiss deeper.

My hands were flat on his chest. I could feel the thump thump of his heart. His white t-shirt was damp with his sweat. I slid my hand up and around the back of his neck. He moaned and kneed my legs apart and pushed between them. He kissed me deeper and rhythmically rubbed his hard cock against me.

He reached down and lifted my leg high and pushed deeper between my legs. I could feel the heat and throb through two pairs of jeans. I tipped and rocked my pelvis against him and he groaned.

He pulled back, gasping. “Oh baby, if we weren’t here, I’d be inside you.” When he talked his lips rubbed mine. “I’d be in the soft cradle of your thighs. Deep in that sweet pussy.”

His words flowed through my body and made my cunt tingle with need. I moved against him with more urgency and his fingers dug into my ass and he pulled me closer. I ground into him like a girl with her first guy at the senior prom.

“Easy honey,” he crooned. His hand cupped my breast. My nipples were so hard they poked through the cotton sports bra and my shirt. He pinched and pulled at my nipples, watching them poke out even further. “I can’t wait to get my hands on these. Get my mouth on your nipples.” My fingers dug into his hard-muscled shoulders.

A car door slammed in the nearby parking lot bringing me back to my senses.

“Billy,” I gasped. “We have to stop.”

“We will.” His gaze pierced me. “For now.”

He turned and walked out the back door…

Since they were nearly cleaning me out every day, for the remainder of the week I opted to add more stock. I didn’t like to run out of food before my scheduled time was over. Just bad business for a food truck. I was even close to running out when I was at the shopping plaza, and historically it has never as busy at my factories.

That means each evening’s preparations lasted longer because I had more to do. Because of Billy’s deli ideas, I was able to prepare more food that I could pull out of the coolers, or pop into the microwave. I only had so much refrigeration space so I had to be careful.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock at my back door. I could usually hear someone coming up the gravel lane.

“Damn son, you scared the bejeebers out of me,” I said to Billy, who stood grinning like a boy who just got away with something.

“Sorry, I was in the neighborhood so thought I’d see if you needed any help for tomorrow.” Suddenly he held the back of my neck and swooped in for a kiss. A burning hot let me taste you and you taste me kiss. “I couldn’t help it. Just looking at you made me do it.”

Ugh, I thought right then, I must be a mess. My hair. I hadn’t looked at myself since I got home with the truck. And I didn’t shower because I wanted to wait until after I finished the food for tomorrow. I stepped back from him.

“Okay well sure yeah I could stand some help chopping veggies.” Anything so he wouldn’t be near me again to get a whiff of my stank.

“I’m your man! Just tell me what and how big or small.”

I got him all set up and went back to mixing and getting what needed to be in the oven, finally in the oven. Again, with his help, it seemed as though I was done in no time.

“Wow, I think once the bread pudding comes out of the oven, we’ll be done!” I started to give him a hug, but stopped and just said, “If it weren’t for you, I’d only have about half this done. Thanks, Billy.”

He stepped towards me and I stepped back. He took two steps and I backed into the counter. “Are you afraid of me after all this time, Belle?”

I’m more afraid of me. “No, of course not.”

“Then why are you backing away from me?” He strode across the room until I could feel the heat of his body. He held the back of my neck and swooped in for a kiss.

My hands were flat on his chest. I could feel the thump thump of his heart. His increasing breathing. The dampness of his white t-shirt. My fingers flexed into his muscles.

He moaned and pressed against my lips until I opened them. His tongue pushed in and tasted, teased my tongue until our tongues dueled. His hands were on my waist as he pushed his body into mine. His hand slipped under my shirt on my damp skin. I pulled back.

“I can’t. I stink from today.” He looked at me for a couple of seconds and laughed loudly.

“You smell like a woman that worked hard.” He nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear. My skin prickled and my hands slid to his shoulders. “How big is your shower, Belle? I think you need help,” he breathed, his lips rubbing mine as he talked. I shuddered as visions of his hard body against mine under the water flashed through my mind.

He rubbed my back under my shirt. I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on after I changed from work clothes. I tried to clear the haze from my brain to think, but Billy overwhelmed my senses. And my defenses wandered off yonder somewhere. As they usually did when it came to him.

I put my hand on the side of his face. Light beard bristles under my hand. His jaw clenched. His lips parted. His eyes were dark and lusty. His bad-boy lock of hair fell across his forehead. I moved it back and it followed my hand right back again. I smiled.

“I had to try. I thought it would do that,” I mused.

“I need you, Belle.”

I took the bread pudding out of the oven, locked the back door, took Billy’s hand and led him up the stairs. My bedroom was loft-style, overlooked the living room and fireplace below and a large triangular window opposite. We had a large spa shower and soaking tub installed when the house was built.

I closed the door behind us and switched on a series of indirect lights. The lighting was muted and relaxing. This room only contained the shower, sink, and soaking tub. An adjacent room had a toilet and bidet.

“That’s what I call a shower,” Billy said, looking at the big glass-walled shower.

My hands slipped under his t-shirt and over his heated skin as I pushed it over his head. He pulled mine off and stopped to look at my breasts. He caressed the heavy globes and rubbed his thumbs on my nipples. I gasped.

I unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper down and shoved his jeans down his hips. His cock flopped out, hard and heavy. I slid my baggy shorts down and stood before him naked. He finished removing his clothes and looked me over before pulling me against him.

“You don’t know how many times I fantasized about this. Feeling your body against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed my nipples on his chest. He cupped my ass and pulled me into him.

“You feel so good, Billy.” I trembled under his touch. His hot hard body against mine.

There was a variety of shower heads and jets installed for any kind of water experience one could want. I chose the oversize rain shower and the warm water poured over our bodies.

Billy tipped his head back and opened his mouth. The water slicked his hair back to the black luster of onyx. I smiled that his bad-boy lock was finally tamed. I let the water wash through my hair and stream down my body.

“This is like playing in the rain,” he finally said, grinning. He looked like a boy that was relishing a cool summer shower.

I drizzled shampoo in my hand and began to rub my fingers through his hair. I lathered and massaged and heard his low moan.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before. It’s great.”

I massaged up the back of his neck to the base of his head. I rubbed circles on his temples with my thumbs. His moans were louder. I tipped his head back under the water and tiny bubbles and water ran rivulets down his body. I watched them run down his chest, over his belly, and create a river off the tip of his cock.

It was hard and extended from his body. His balls were tight at the base and they dripped what water took the path around the base of his cock.

“Like what you see?” I jumped slightly, getting caught ogling his body.

“I do.”

He had shampoo in his hand and stepped behind me. “Belle, these are just what I’d expect from you. Your underlying sweetness.” I smiled knowing he found the pink bow tattoos under the curve of my ass at the top of each thigh.

His strong fingers mimicked what I had done to him and drove me crazy. I purred and I mewed.

“If you don’t stop doing that I’m going to fuck you right here in this shower. You’re driving me crazy.”

His cock bumped my lower back. I reached behind me and took his hard shaft in my hand. I heard a vibrating growl. I turned and let the water rinse my hair. I dripped body wash into the palm of my hand while I watched him watching the drips. Lather and bubbles flowed out of my hands.

I began on his chest, circling my hands on the black fur. It wasn’t thick, but just the perfect amount, I teased his hard black nipples and he swallowed hard. I soaped down his belly and took his cock in my hand, the other cupped his full balls.

Soapy slick hands covered my tits. He palmed my nipples harder and I sucked in a breath through my teeth. I held his shaft and palmed the head of his cock and felt his reaction as his fingers flexed into my firm tits.

His eyes were as dark as the stormy sea, lips slightly parted. His fingers dance between my legs teasing my lips and clit. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his length and stroked. His eyes flared. I moved closer and his hands went to my tits. His cock slid between my swollen pussy lips and he stroked in, abrading my clit with every pass.

We kissed and I fucked his mouth with my tongue while his cock rhythmically rubbed my clit. He squeezed my ass and held me tight against him, thrusting. I moaned in his mouth, my body tensed, and everything went black but for the fireworks going off. His cock pulsed between my pussy lips and the heat of his seed was thick and slowly trickled down my legs.

“If I’m your bad boy, you’re my bad girl, Belle.” his hands on each side of my face. “I respected your wants, but let it be known I won’t be done until I have you beneath me and my cock is buried deep in your body.”

Only after he left and I crawled into bed did I let myself think about what happened. I had a few dates since my husband died, but if the truth were known, I haven’t had a man in my bed since him. It had all been a game between Billy and me and I guess I never thought it would go further, so I never considered what to do with him- or how far I wanted to go.

He dropped in last evening and his maleness was so overwhelming it wasn’t until we were in the shower, naked together, that I realized what I had done. I had to have time to think about him being in my bed. Being here in the morning. Sharing the bathroom with him. I had another week until I saw him again and I had to decide what I wanted and what I needed and if he was included.

I had a fitful sleep and woke up cranky and tired, but by the end of the day, I was flying high because everything new was very well received and they were even asking for some things to be put on the regular menu rotation.

The next day was my neighborhood shopping plaza gig. The manager of the grocery store, which was the one I shopped at, was usually there when I opened my window.

“Hey Larry, how’s it going?” I propped the menu board up and went in and popped out the window.

“You have some new things! Not that I don’t love what you always have-”

“I get it, Lar, no worries. It’s always good to change things up eh?”

“Shoo-fly! I think I’ll try one of your egg rolls and some of that southern red coleslaw. I love that stuff.”

Larry wasn’t from the south originally but had immersed himself in our food and culture. He was one of my favorite people.

I handed out his food. “Great to see you again, Larry. I’ll see you on my next time I have to fill up my buggy,” I said, laughing.

“Belle, I was wondering.” He looked around to make sure no one was behind him. “Would you be interested in going out with me?”

“I think I would be, yes.” I wondered if this would be another date I’d regret.

“Hi Belle,” Billy appeared at my window near the end of my day at the factory. I leaned out the window.

“Did you lose weight?” His face looked thin and tired. Like really tired. “What’s going on?”

“Overtime. Every day. I’m beat.”

“You look like it.”

“I don’t have overtime Friday. Can I see you, Belle?”

I hated seeing how beat he was. “Sorry I can’t Friday, Billy.” And I hated how disappointed he looked, but I had already made plans with Larry, and to be honest, it was because of Billy.

“Sure, okay. Maybe another time?” I nodded.

He left the window without ordering.

Friday evening came and because the Georgia heat didn’t let up in the evening, I chose a summer dress. Larry mentioned a restaurant I hadn’t been to in a long time. Great food and was quiet for conversation.

I put my earrings on and looked in the mirror. I liked Larry but I never thought of him as more than a friend. I don’t know why I said I would go out on this date with him. Well yes, yes I did know exactly why. Billy. I thought seeing someone else, spending time with another man would get Billy off my mind.

Billy is just a walking candy bar of buttery potent masculinity, covered in sexual attraction disguised as chocolate. Just to suck you in. I know once I get past the chocolate coating, he’ll be just another guy. But damn, licking my way through sure would be fun.

There was a children’s carnival set up in the parking lot and we wandered through after we ate. The Ferris wheel glowed lighting up the night sky. Littles screamed on the teacup ride. The midway was all about the senses. The bright lights on the food trailers blinked and vied for attention. The smells changed as you walked the midway too, from popcorn to sausage and onions, to french fries, to the sugary pink cotton candy. I couldn’t resist that and walked with a big pile of pink fluff in front of my face and sticky fingers.

It was a fun evening with Larry. I haven’t laughed that much since I don’t know when. I even got the giggles at one point that wasn’t even encouraged by alcohol. I may not have found the love of my life, but I, sure enough, found a good friend that I’d love to spend more time with.

Tomorrow would have been the plaza but they canceled because of the carnival which gave me a rare chance to sleep in.

“What in tarnation is Billy doing sleeping in my hammock,” I groused to no one while I filled up the coffee pot with water. I got it going and went outside.

“What in the ever-lovin’ hell are you doing in my hammock?”

His boots were parked next to the hammock and his fingers were laced on his stomach.

“I might ask where you have been.”

“Sleeping!” I hissed. “What are you doing here anyhow!”

“I was going to help you today since I had a day off work, but you must have the day off too.”

“Yes, and-”

“You got my coffee yet?” he interrupted.

I stomped back into the house. As much as one can stomp in sleep shorts and matching t and big white crew socks. I brought the pot and two mugs to the picnic table.

“I’m not serving you.”

He sat up, a leg on each side, and stretched his arms over his head, and yawned. Easily swinging his leg over he meandered over to the picnic table. Only Billy could show grace getting out of a hammock, I bellyached. He came up behind me, took the mug out of my hands, and set it on the table, put a finger under my chin, tipped my head back and kissed me.

“Mmmm, you taste like cotton candy and coffee.” He sat across from me, bumping his knees into mine. “Cotton candy from the carnival?” I nodded, not giving anything up. “You must have been there with someone.” He frowned before picking up his coffee and taking a drink.

The way he looked at me made me feel like a butterfly pinned to a board. “I was there yes. I had a date.” His eyes flared.

“So if you’re dating, then you’d go out with me?”

“Yes… Well, no.” I nervously tapped my nails on the mug. “I guess, sure.”

“Yes. No. I guess. Doesn’t exactly make me feel wanted, honey.”

I actually saw a flash of hurt. I thought I was a fling for him and I was taking it much more seriously than him. But now I began to wonder.

I poured coffee I didn’t want into my mug. “I didn’t think we had that kind of a relationship.”

“What kind of relationship do we have?”

I shrugged. “I guess I’m really not sure.”

“Do you normally have your male friends over, have them naked in the shower, and get them off?”

I flinched at his words and a hint of anger. “Of course not. I thought we were just having some fun. I mean I’m fifty-two, you’re what, thirty. I guess I thought it was just a fling.”

He toyed with his coffee mug for a moment. “You thought I was doing all this,” he waved his arm towards the food truck, “because you’re just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am to me?”

“I really don’t know. We never discussed it, and I thought… Because of the age thing…”

“Fuck the age thing!” he shouted, pounding the table. Now he was angry. “I wouldn’t want to spend so much time with anyone I thought of just for a little hanky panky. And besides,” he leaned forward so his face was in front of mine, “If you were a fling to me, I would have had you in my bed by now and been done with you.” His eyes indicated that was guaranteed.

I felt the side of the coffee pot and said, ‘Oh, the coffee is cold.”

He ignored that for what it was worth. “Now I have slept on your hammock nearly all night, I need breakfast, then a shower,” his eyes grew dark with the memory, “and possibly a nap.”

I got up from the picnic table. “I’ll make breakfast.”

I didn’t have to think about cooking as I prepared breakfast so I had time to ponder what just transpired. He had made several things perfectly clear which gave me a different outlook on our relationship.

“You are the best cook, Belle,” he said, tossing his napkin on his empty plate. “You are lucky to have found something you love in the food truck.”

I cleared the table. “Are you happy at your job?”

He shrugged. “It’s a job. Don’t love or hate it. I put my technical degree to work there, so that’s a good thing.”

I leaned against the counter and looked at him. “What would your love be? Career-wise I mean.”

“I don’t aspire to be a CEO if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I didn’t mean that at all. If you could do anything at all for work, what would it be?”

“I guess I never thought about it.” He looked uncomfortable so I didn’t push. It was just a get-to-know-you thing anyhow. “Now about that shower…”

He knew the way this time and was stripped and ready by the time I got there.

“Anxious are we?” His cock hung heavy and thick. I pulled my shirt over my head, baring my breasts. “Now about that date.”

“Anytime anywhere!”

I hooked my fingers in the waist of my sleep shorts and slowly pulled them off.

“You know,” I said, moving close enough my nipples grazed his chest, and I heard his low growl. “I never put the cart before the horse.” His hands went to my ass and he pulled me into him.

He nuzzled my neck. “What do you mean, darlin’?”

I tipped my head to give him better access and sighed. “Means you usually don’t get milk from the cow without a little sweet talkin’, or in this case, a date.”

He stopped when it sunk in. “So, you mean no nookie until we go out on a date?”

“Darn tootin’!”

“But it’s okay if we shower naked together?” I nodded. “But you wouldn’t leave me with blue balls right?”

I laughed. “That line only works with a blushing girl on prom night. I reckon most of us wise up after that.” He looked sheepish but laughed. “But no hot-stuff, I wouldn’t ever leave you hanging. Maybe begging for more though.” I smirked.

Later when we were all slick and soaped up with our bodies sliding together and hands roaming each other, he said, “Y’know Belle, you’re killing me here.”

“Bless your heart,” I whispered against his lips and I kissed him while I took his hard cock in my very talented hands.

I had planned on making a few new recipes today but didn’t expect the homey background of football and a man hollering at the refs. If I wasn’t careful, I could be sucked right into this cozy domestic scene. Especially since we hadn’t even gone on our first date yet.

He padded into my kitchen, barefoot, bare-chested, and jeans unzipped. Damn but that man could steam my panties.

“Can I help you with anything darlin’?”

Help me? Oh, you have no idea.

“I think I’m okay. I just wanted to try a couple of new ideas.”

He rubbed circles on my back and I could feel his breath. “I was thinking.” His hand came up my neck and his fingers ran through my still-damp hair. “How about taking a ride on the bike tomorrow?”

Phew. I thought it was going to be something sexual for sure.

“Sure, sounds good, Billy.”

He turned and left the kitchen, but popped his head in and said, “Hey! Does that count as a date?” I threw a dishtowel at him as he laughed and ran.

He stayed all day, helping me taste test and with the clean-up. He took my old Jeep into town and picked up a pizza, so dinner consisted of pizza and beer on the sofa watching football. And like a pig in mud, I wallowed in it.

He put his arm around me and I leaned back into his chest, enjoying the vibrations of his chest when he’d yell at the game. I even liked his beery kisses during commercials. I hadn’t realized how much I missed a man being close, just doing everyday things. This was my high cotton, I thought.

I almost gave in and led him up to my bed after dinner, but I think the heightened sexual arousal made us feel like a couple of trembling virgins that were excited for their first. In a way, that was for us. Our first time. I wanted to make it good. Memorable. Hot and steamy. It may be all we have, or we may look back on it from our front porch rockers. Who really knows.

It was late when I shoved him out the door with a promise of breakfast before our ride.

A more perfect day couldn’t have been ordered. The summer heat and humidity granted us a short reprieve. The canopy roads were cooling and refreshing as we rode through. He stopped at an overlook that I wanted to remember to visit again for autumn colors. A deck overlooked a series of falls that thundered the water over outcrops of rocks and down the river.

“This is gorgeous, Billy!” I said, leaning over the railing.

“I thought you’d like it,” he said, brushing at my hair that the helmet smashed.

“My hair must be a mess.” Even on a good day, my hair was a mess. About twenty years into my life I had given up on it, quit fighting, and let it have its way.

He smiled. “I love your hair. Always have,” he said softly, still smiling and touching my hair. “It’s so sexy.” I laughed. “Really. It has that wild indecently suggestive look like you just had a night of racy sex.”

“What?! Get outta here!”

He shrugged. “Not just my opinion.” Good gravy, that means they were discussing me. I didn’t even want to know and dropped it.

We stopped down the road for ice cream. It was still warm enough that I had to fight the heat to get in down before it melted all over me. I quickly licked and bit at the cone at the same time trying not to wear the drips that were falling. I turned the cone, licking and sucking. I giggled when I got down to the cone and look at Billy.

His eyes were dark and lusty. He leaned over and kissed me, licking the ice cream from my lips. “You’re killing me, Belle.”

We weren’t out late because I had to prep for tomorrow’s gig. I got a mess of sweet potatoes and had some pies to make. Billy made himself indispensable and we were done in no time. All I would have to do is tote it all out to the truck in the morning.

I walked him out to his motorcycle. “I had a lot of fun today,” I murmured, kissing him. “And you’re spoiling me with all the help you know.”

His hand was on the back of my neck and the kiss quickly turned hot and steamy. “So, about this date. Are you free next Friday, or have you make plans with the other guy?”

“I have no plans and would love to go out with you.” He nodded, kicked his bike, and roared off.

That varmint was weaseling his way into my life and knew he was doing it too. He was becoming important in my life, in all ways. He fixed things on my truck, tasted new recipes, helped me prep, made my house a home again, but most of all made me lust after him.

Billy sat in the truck eating his burger and red slaw while I served his coworkers.

“Save me some of that banana pudding, woman,” he said. I stabbed him with a look and he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. I pushed a dish of pudding down the counter to him.

During a slow down, I said, “So can I have an idea of where we’re going so I know how to dress?”

He looked me up and down, taking in short denim cut-offs, plaid sleeveless western shirt, and cowboy boots. “‘Bout like you are now.”

“What?!”

“OK, like that but jeans maybe. I don’t want everyone ogling those sexy legs but me.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hey remind me that I had a couple requests for cobbler,” I said and he nodded.

“Okay, darlin’ much as I love being here with you I got to get back to work.” I walked to the back door and we kissed. He slipped and hand under my shorts and squeezed my ass. “Just checking those bows.”

“Bad boy,” I mumbled and went back to the grill.

Friday came and I still was clear as mud on how to dress, so I did choose jeans, boots, a blue t-shirt, and jacket. He came rolling up in his pickup so I felt relatively comfortable in my choices.

I saw a cooler in the bed when he held the door for me. “You’re looking right sexy tonight, Belle,” he said giving me a quick kiss before closing the door.

We drove quite a ways further out in the country and I could see the glow of bright lights in the night sky. Football maybe? As we neared, rolls of dust billowed and moved through the lights dispersing into the night sky. Then the sound of throttle acceleration, off, then on, then off and I knew we were going to the dirt track races.

He looked at me and I grinned. “Okay?” he asked.

“Yes! I haven’t been to the dirt track in forever!”

He backed the pickup on the dirt mound overlooking the track. I hopped on the tailgate and watched the stockcars. He came up and stood between my legs and held my face between his hands. He studied me for a moment before giving me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had in my life. He shook his head and slid on the tailgate next to me, touching knee to hip.

When there was a break in the action, we raided the snacks and grabbed a couple of sodas from the cooler.

“I wasn’t sure you’d like this,” he said.

“Oh yeah. My Daddy used to take me to the roundy rounds every Saturday night. Before I got married, I dated a guy that drag raced. I loved that because I could be in the pits and even took his car down the quarter-mile. Good memories,” I said, smiling in remembrance.

“You are my kinda woman, Belle. But then I’ve always known that” he added, putting his arm around me. I rested my head on his shoulder.

We got back to the house covered in dust. My hair was full of grit down to my scalp, I could even feel it on my teeth. I went into the bathroom, bent over, and fluffed the dirt out of my hair as best I could. He walked up behind me and I looked in the mirror.

“I found my first silver hair the other day. Since then I’ve found more. I’m getting old.”

“Stop it!”

“Maybe I should dye it.”

“Stop it, Belle. You don’t need to dye your hair. I like you just as you are. Silvers and dirty teeth and all.”

“Lawdamercy!” I leaned in the mirror and smiled to inspect my teeth.

I grabbed my toothbrush and paste and started scrubbing. Billy sat on the toilet lid watching me, not even considering he should leave. He found the toothbrush I gave him before and did the same. We made big toothy grins at each other and nodded that all was clear.

Which didn’t cover the grit in my hair. It’s pay-up time, Belle, I thought. He followed up on his end of it, now it’s your turn.

“I think I’m going to need help getting the rest of this dust and grit off of me though,” I mused.

“Really. Anyone in mind?”

“Nah, I’m still thinkin’ on it.”

He jumped up and grabbed me around the waist and I squealed because he startled me and then I started laughing.

Holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger he said, “I better be the only one up for consideration.” I nodded. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes! You’re the only one in my shower and in my bed.”

It took a moment for what I said to sink in and he smiled. He pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. My tits spilled out into his hands. I worked his shirt off and unsnapped his jeans. I scratched his hard rod through the denim and he moaned.

“I need you, Belle,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. Neck kisses drove me wild and I think he was on to that. “Let’s get rid of this track grit.”

He adjusted the shower and I followed him in. I used the shower heads to rinse out the sandy dirt first, and he bent over so I could do the same for him. We soaped and scrubbed each other more efficiently than the other times. He ran his finger through my rosy pink folds and found me wet for him. We quickly toweled off and I stretched out on the fresh sheets I’d changed that afternoon.

He put a knee between my thighs and held himself over me looking down at me. “I’ve waited for this a long time.”

I stretched my arms above my head and twisted my torso, and he moaned. He brushed his lips over mine and trailed them down to my tits. He captured a nipple with his teeth making me gasp and arch. He sucked onto my nipple and pinched it between his tongue and teeth while my pussy got wetter.

He trailed his tongue around my nipple and down, circling my belly button. I gripped the sheets when I felt his breath between my legs. My lips were always shaved soft and smooth and I know they were wet with my juices. His tongue drove through the folds and teased my clit. I sucked in a breath and rocked my hips.

His hands were on my inner thighs spreading me wide. He sucked on my lips and nibbled with his teeth. He sucked on my clit and moaned, vibrating it and I mewed loud and long. He began doing that rhythmically while he kept up the vibrations. My toes curled and my body arched and I trembled and moaned my way through an orgasm.

I needed to be filled. I had to have him inside me. “Fuck me, Billy. I need you inside me.”

He supported on his elbows and we locked eyes and I held his cock and guided him in. He pushed in slowly. His eyes were dark blue liquid. I mewed as his cock stretched my tunnel and conformed around his hot shaft. He filled me then. We were locked together.

“Oh darlin’,” he breathed, grinding in deeper.

“Billy…..”

I pushed up and there was little movement. As though he would slide out and the feeling would end. Finally, his eyes closed and he stroked in and out. I could tell he was trying to stay in control. I squeezed my cunt muscles around his cock and he moaned.

His mouth was near my ear. “Darlin’ you do that again and I won’t last.” I squeezed his ass and ground up against him and dropped, riding his cock. Suddenly he rolled. Somehow he stayed in me and I was now astride him.

I ground down, taking him as deep as possible. I rocked slowly. His hands covered my tits. He already knew what drove me crazy. I raised and supported myself on my arms and watched his cock disappear in me as I rode him.

He moaned and cupped my dangling tits in his hands. I began to ride faster with longer strokes. His hands went to my waist as he thrust up to meet me. Our bodies pounded together. His cock rubbed my clit into a high-flying orgasm. My cunt pulsed and gripped his cock rhythmically. He grimaced, shouted, drove up, and held me down. His heat filled me along with the hard throb of his cock.

He pulled me down on top of him and rolled us on our sides. He scissored his arm around my head and buried his face in my neck. He held me close and tight and his thigh came over me and pulled me close.

“I can’t breath,” I mumbled. “Big hug.”

“Sorry darlin’,” he said, easing up. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.” He smoothed my hair back and kissed me. “Be right back!” And I saw his bare ass disappear down the stairs.

He brought back a tray heaped with food. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I brought it all.”

I laughed. “I see that!”

We sat cross-legged on the bed and made salami and cheese sandwiches. Of course he found the red slaw. I ate an egg roll with the Carolina mustard barbecue sauce which was my favorite of the new stuff. The whipping cream on the coconut pie ended up on me more than the fork, but he liked licking it off me mostly.

I snuggled in next to him in bed, knowing it was the right thing. No matter how long it lasted. I needed someone in my life like this. Before I drifted off, I realized how tonight changed my feelings.

I smelled bacon and tensed for a moment. It had been a long time since I awakened to someone in my house. Not that I was bothered by it now. Not by a long shot. I let him into my life with the likelihood that he would leave just as quickly. A man his age isn’t going to be interested in someone my age for very long. Once he had a hint of the future reality with an older person, the sooner I would see him zooming out the lane.

I threw an oversize white t-shirt on and went down to the kitchen. There was a pile of french toast staying warm in the oven along with a platter of bacon and pan of cheese grits. He was just finishing up two bowls of fresh fruit.

“Mmmm, this was nice to wake up to,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and peering over his shoulder. “You had a real hankering for breakfast huh?” I chuckled.

He looked over his shoulder. “Yes, ma’am but my hankering was really for you but I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you doing it.”

I took the butter and maple syrup from the refrigerator and set the table. He set the loaded platters down the middle.

“What do you think?” He sat down across from me.

“Are we having guests I don’t know about?” I laughed. “This is a lot of food, Billy.” I cut into the french toast before adding syrup and I was glad I did. Whatever he did to it gave it enough flavor that only butter was a good addition. “Mmmm, this is fantastic!” He grinned. “You never said you were a cook.”

I dove into the tall pile of french toast I loaded on my plate. “I like to cook. Never get a chance to do much, and it’s not much fun just for myself.” I nodded in understanding.

“You’d do wonderfully with a breakfast place.”

“What I’d really want to do is smoke.”

“You mean like barbecue? Chicken? Ribs?” He nodded. “Wow, that’s pretty awesome. The truck across town that does it for me has a pretty lucrative business. He has a permanent place to park his truck and gets lines waiting around the block.”

“I’ve been there. His is really good.”

“Right, that’s why I use it on the truck when I have a barbecue special. I can’t do it often because the markup from him that I have to pass on makes it a little pricey for my stuff.” He nodded.

“I order a mustard-based barbecue sauce out of South Carolina that is well-liked. I use it in the egg rolls… But you’ve had them,” I said, laughing.

He grinned. “That’s okay, you should be excited about your food.”

He cooked and I told him I would clean up. He still dried the dishes and learned where everything was in my kitchen at the same time. He was driving me crazy bumping against me, as he walked by.

I just finished up at the sink when he came up behind me. I felt the heat radiate off his body. His arms came around my waist and he started doing that neck thing. I gripped the edge of the counter as his cock pressed into my ass. He pulled my panties down and ran a finger between my pussy lips.

“So wet,” he murmured. I moaned.

I heard a rustle of clothing and felt his cock stroke through my pussy lips. I pressed my ass out and back. Wanting. He kneed my legs apart and moved in. The head of his cock slipped in, then he rubbed it over my tingling clit. My knees were rubber. The slick tip rubbed circles on my clit. I leaned further over the sink, clutched the faucet, and trembled a low moaning orgasm.

While my pussy was still pulsing he pushed in deep. He held my hips and thrust into me fast and hard. For a flash, I was glad I let the water out of the sink because my tits were hanging in there jiggling around and jerking each hard thrust.

He grunted over and over sounding almost desperate to cum. Right then he locked deep inside me and pumped his hot seed deep.

He stepped back and I hated when his cock left me. He turned me around and took me into his arms. I had my arms around his neck while he softly rubbed circles on my bare ass.

“You’re killing me, Belle.”

“What did I do?”

“Just being you.”

“Oh, okay. You had me worried for a while.”

“You always have me worried.”

“I do? Why?”

“Because I think any minute you could walk out of my life,” he said with a slight frown.

“I don’t want to do that, Billy. I have no intention of doing that.” He zipped his jeans, sat at the table, and pulled me into his lap. “In fact, I was thinking what a great team we would make if you started smoking. You could sell through my truck. Or get your own. Or wholesale it.”