An even stranger dream too, where the man from my fantasy climbs through my window and has his way with me on the bathroom floor as I pull the shower curtain off its rings while he takes me roughly from behind.
Helpless under his touch.Chapter TwoNoah“Ugh! I shoulda filled you up long ago, girl… you really needed it huh?”
Gripping harder, I feel my foot pumping in time with my rapid heartbeat. My whole leg shaking as I feel it all about to end.
“C’mon baby. C’mon!” I growl, grinding my teeth and pumping harder until I can’t hold it any longer.
Until I know we’re done. My whole body shudders as I make a wild animal sound.
There is a pop and a hiss that goes along with it as if running out of gas isn’t enough of a climax.
The old girl’s overheated to boot.
I really thought she’d make it to town, but the gas gauge has been on half for the past ten years. No real way of knowing when I’m actually gonna stop.
I nurse my old girl, the huge orange and white truck off the dirt road onto the soft shoulder behind some ancient trees.
There’s an old plantation house just over the way, and I try and hail a car as it leaves heading in the opposite direction, hoping they can either help me with a ride or some gas before dark.
But no dice.
They’re too far ahead and don’t see me waving in time.
The dust from the road swallows them up and I taste it, along with the bitterness of another defeat.
I get halfway between my truck and the fence of the plantation house when I remember the case.
I go back for it.
It’s not mine, but I’d hate to see it in the wrong hands.
I figure if nobody’s home, I can maybe scout around for some gasoline, maybe leave some cash in the mailbox as payment.
The sound of old windows opening arrests my attention, making me stand up straighter, cocking my ear and moving to the side of the driveway by instinct.
I’ve never skulked in the shadows before, but since this whole suitcase business…
Once I see her though, once it registers who is opening all the downstairs windows, I forget all about the case.
Nearly drop the damned thing.
In a split second, I decide maybe knocking on the front door isn’t the best idea just yet.
The very sight of her is giving me a very peculiar reaction.
The kind of reaction I know I can’t show in public. The kind of hard on I haven’t had since I was a teenager, and that was over twenty years ago.
Fuck, she’s perfect!
I move from bush to bush alongside the edge of the driveway as she goes from window to window, lifting them open with her thick chest straining against her white T-shirt. Thick pebbled nipples like stiff pink fingers reaching out through the thin fabric.
I let out an involuntary groan, feeling dizzy in the heat of the bushes. The buzzing insects and stifling humidity of the underbrush is nothing compared to the heat I suddenly feel pounding against my zipper.
My hand strays to my aching pole, itching to free it, to release the sudden impulse I have just from the first few glimpses of her.
With my mouth so dry, I feel my tongue on the roof of it like an old shoe, waiting to see her at the next window.
But she’s gone again.
I start to whine, then growl, shaking my head in disbelief.
If I don’t see her again I’ll just explode on the spot.
She must’ve gone upstairs, around back.
In a few long strides I’m by the side of the house, stealing my way around the back, hopeful there’s nobody else home but not a hundred percent sure, I need to be careful.
I hear an upstairs window open, and spying a huge Cypress tree that casts a long shadow in the failing light, I see my next vantage point.
The massive tree is taller than the old plantation house, adding a degree of coolness to the rear of the whole yard with its wide trunk and low hanging foliage.
Scrambling up the backside of the tree after leaving the case at the bottom, I almost slip when I catch sight of her again as I feel some cool air start to caress me.
The same beautiful creature I saw is closer now and I can make out her blond hair tied in a ponytail.
A faint spray of freckles across her button nose and flushed, round cheeks gives her the appearance of a younger woman not too far out of her teens I’d guess.
I swallow hard, having to cover my mouth once she unexpectedly lifts her whole fucking shirt right off in front of me.
Her clear, wide blue eyes blink out at me as mine zoom in on that magnificent chest.
Large, heavy breasts, but firm. I hear myself make a low sound once she bends forward, easing herself out of whatever else she has on.