He chuckled to himself, and then lifted her dress up over her back, her bottom sticking out as she leaned over the desk. Standing back he watched her flesh move while he stroked her, and then he bent down and kissed her, his lips soft against her skin.
Heat flared in Tammy, her sex aching and wet, ready for his touch. Yet Sam was busy kissing every inch of her round bottom, his fingers moving slowly to rub her clit through her panties. The time for any shame had passed, she knew he would find her wet and ready for him, but now she didn’t care about him finding out just how ready she was.
“Please, Sam, I need more.”
“How much more?” he asked.
Tammy had never begged a man to take her in her life, but right now she would have got down on her hands and knees and begged him to take her. “Come on, Tammy, say it.”
“Please, Sam, take me. I need to feel you inside me.” Tammy said so quietly she wondered if he had heard her.
Then he straightened before sliding his finger under the lace of her panties and tugging them down past her knees and letting them fall to her ankles.
“Step out of them,” he said.
She did as he asked, her skirt falling back down to cover her naked behind. “Perhaps it would be better if we removed this too.” he said.
“But what if someone sees us?” Tammy was shocked in case her father saw her.
“They won’t. You can’t see in through the window, and the door is locked. You are quite safe with me, Tammy.”
She straightened up and undid the buttons at the front of her dress; Sam stood and watched the private strip tease she was reluctantly doing. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, Sam's gaze lingered on her breasts, still encased in her bra, and then fell to the dark shadow of hair that covered her mound.
“Take off your bra, Tammy. I want to see every part of you.”
Tammy usually preferred the lights off when she was naked with a man, but Sam made her feel so desirable. After a brief moment of hesitation she did his bidding, her breasts bursting out of their confines when she undid the clasp.
“Beautiful,” he said and then came towards her, his hands covering her breasts, holding them up like her own living bra. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this Tammy.”
He fondled her breasts, licking and nipping at them. Then he sucked her nipples into his mouth and the heat between her legs grew more intense. She wanted to ask him to touch her there, but the feel of him touching her breasts was something she didn’t want to end.
“Sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs for me,” he instructed.
Tammy followed his request and opened her legs a little. Now she felt shy again, no man had ever looked at her down there before.
“Wider, Tammy. Let me see you.”
She slowly slid her thighs apart, knowing she was so wet it would probably drip out of her any time soon. Sam gazed at her, his fingers sliding down to stroke her clit, and then at last he inserted one inside her, pushing it nice and deep. She gasped when he pushed two more fingers inside her, stretching her sex, and stroking her inner walls.
His fingers probed her, she looked down to watch them going in and out of her, feeling them deep within her before seeing them appear again slick with her juices. Her back arched and she pushed down onto him harder.
Sam moved in close to her and kissed her lips while his fingers still played with her, his thumb rubbing her clit until she moaned against his mouth. When he ended the kiss he whispered in her ear, “Now, I want you to lean over the desk so I can take you from behind.”
She shuddered in anticipation at his words, his fingers pushed deep inside her one last time before he pulled them out of her. He helped her up, her legs were like jelly, and eased her forward over the desk. Her breasts were crushed under her body, the feeling of her nipples against the papers covering the desk made them sensitive and hard.
She heard Sam undo his belt, and then his fingers returned to her sex, massaging her wet entrance.
“Are you on the pill, Tammy?” he asked her.
She shook her head, then she heard the sound of him undoing a condom, he must have used his teeth and his free hand because his other one remained unrelenting in their quest to make her ready for him.
His position changed, he settled behind her and then she felt the head of his cock against her sex. Tammy held her breath, he pushed forward and the head breached her outer lips, then she felt him sliding very slowly into her.
It was incredibly slow, and his cock was wonderfully thick, filling her like no other man had. He pushed on and on, endlessly. For a moment she wondered if she would be able to take the whole length of him, he seemed impossibly long. Yet he took his time and she stretched for him, the slick walls of her sex allowing him to move into her smoothly.
When he had penetrated her completely he stopped, allowing her time to get used to the feel of him. Her breathing was coming fast as though she had been running. Sam stroked her back, gentling her as though she were one of his brood mares about to be mounted by the stallion.
Then he pulled back, gripping her hips with his hands before driving back into her. He held her in place and expertly took her, his cock going deep inside her before sliding back out, only to be thrust hard back into her.
She had never been taken like this before. Next to Sam's lovemaking she felt as though the other men in her life might as well been taking her for a stroll in the park. This was raw, a need he had to fulfil. He grunted as he thrust his hips forward, deeper and deeper he pushed.
His hand managed to get between her and the desk and he pinched and rubbed her clit. It throbbed under his fingers, sending intense messages of pleasure throughout her body. Her orgasm built, she couldn’t contain it. Tammy gripped the far edge of the desk and then her body released the pent up pressure and she felt like a volcano erupting. She cried out as her sex contracted around his cock, Sam kept thrusting into her, but now his thrusts were shallower and harder. He came too, filling the condom with his warm seed. She could feel him spurting inside her, his cock gripped by her sex.
His body jerked hard into her, her sex stretched and sore from it. Slowly he calmed down, his breathing as ragged as hers. The thrusts became gentler and his fingers no longer gripped her so hard. When he had finished he eased out of her, removing the condom and then doing his pants up.
Tammy still lay over the desk, her body flushed with the last remains of arousal. Sam gathered her clothes up and offered her his hand. She accepted it, and took her clothes from him, dressing in silence.
“Did you manage to get your work done?” he asked.
She stopped, looking at him in disbelief as she did the last few buttons up on her dress. “Is that all you have to say, after what we just did?” she asked incredulously.
“Sorry, it suddenly struck me that I might have selfishly interrupted you doing something important.”
“And that wasn’t important?” she asked.
“Tammy, I’m sorry. It was very important, to me. However we have never discussed your feelings. I’m not sure if I’m simply a childhood fantasy to you.”
She laughed, “Sometimes Sam Hardy, I wonder how you are fool enough to run such a big business. You really are dumb you know.”
He laughed too, sounding like the same boy he had been when she had left, not some billionaire business man.
He came closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, his head lowering so he could graze her nipple through the fabric of her dress. “Not quite so dumb, though. I finally got you didn’t I?”
“Oh, so you’ve got me have you? Well aren't I the easy lay, no courtship, not so much as a bunch of flowers and twice I’ve let you have your way with me.”
“Oh, Tammy, that is only the beginning of the many wicked ways I want to have with you.” He stood straight, looking at her seriously. “But, you are right, of course, I took it for granted we already know each other well enough to skip
the chocolates and flowers stage. Not very romantic, so let me make it up to you. Dinner, tonight?”
“I can’t, not tonight; my father is already cooking as we speak.”
“Shame, I had hoped to wine and dine you and then bed you again.”
She slapped him playfully, “You really do think I’m an easy lay, don’t you?”
“No, but you can’t blame me for trying.” He moved away from her and went to the window. “OK, how about a picnic, tomorrow, we can ride up to the long meadow and eat there.”
Tammy had started to put all her things in her bag, ready to leave, all be it reluctantly. “I suppose so, will I be safe from your roving hands.”
“Oh no. Not at all, but I know you have an adventurous spirit, and I quite like the idea of spreading you out on the picnic rug and eating you.”
She threw a pencil at him and then left his office so he couldn’t see how red he had made her blush.
Chapter Three
“Everything OK, Tammy?” her dad asked.
They were sat down to dinner, and as Tammy looked up at her father she realised she had been daydreaming about Sam. Instead of eating her dinner she had been pushing it around her plate, something she never did.
“Sure, Dad. How was your day?” she asked, trying to steer the subject away from her.
“Oh, you know, same old. Did I see Sam arrive back?”
“Sam? You mean this afternoon, yes I believe he did.” Tammy was terrible when it came to lying, her conscience wouldn’t let her, especially when she was trying to fool her father. So instead she tried to skirt around the truth, giving as little detail as possible.
“You don’t still carry a torch for him do you?” her father suddenly asked.
The question was out of the blue, Tammy hadn't got a clue how to answer it. If anything came of her relationship with Sam, and she still had no idea what his long term intentions were, then her dad would find out sooner or later. However she did not want to upset him if there was no need for him to know.
“I know you had a thing for him before you left, but you two live in different worlds. If you do have a crush on him let it go before either of you does something you'll regret.”
“Come on dad, were both adults. Shouldn't it be up to us if we want to be more than friends?”
Her dad looked at her, his face clouded with concern. “Is that why you came back, to see Sam?”
“Dad, of course not, I came back because I wanted to see you. I had no intention of seeing Sam, and then you invited him over for dinner.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have if I’d known. I thought you had been away long enough to grow out of him.”
“Grow out of him, I’m not thirteen any more, I am an adult.”
“And he is out of your league, you are going to get hurt, Tammy.”
“Out of my league! Do you have such a low opinion of me that you can’t possibly imagine what he could see in me?”
“No. That’s not true; I know you are a wonderful woman who deserves the best in life. But I know how much damage can be done when you cross that line. Rich and poor people simply don’t mix well.”
“You don’t know that. Sam is just the same as when we were kids.”
“And he was out of your league then.”
“Dad!”
“Oh, come on, Tammy. He always had the best of everything. While you had to get by on whatever I could afford. Sam is used to living in that great big house, and you are used to living here or in one bedroom apartments. You are different; it’s a lesson worth learning now before anything happens between you.”
Her temper had risen, and that was when she said things she later wished she could take back. “Things have already started to happen between us. He did come back early and he came to see me in his office.” She let her words and their meaning hang in the air.
She hated arguing with her dad but the way he was speaking made it sound as though all the things people said about her because of her weight when she was younger were true. Coming from her father it hurt more than she could ever have believed.
“Tammy, please, whatever you think is between you, end it now.”
“Dad, I don’t understand.” She got up from the table. “I always thought you wanted the best for me, you were the one to encourage me to study hard and to ignore what other kids said about me. Yet here you are telling me I’m not good enough for someone like Sam Hardy.”
“I’m trying to protect you, Tammy.”
“I don’t need you to, Dad. I’m not a child any more; you have to let me make my own mistakes.” She was so close to crying that the tears pricked her eyes. The conversation had gone far enough, she had never argued with her father like this before. “Listen, Dad, I’m going to bed. We both need to calm down, and I’ll speak to you about it in the morning.”
She crossed over to him and kissed the top of his head, she could see how agitated he was. “I love you, Dad. But I believe Sam and I have something special. I know I’m not a size six or fabulously wealthy, but that doesn’t make me a bad person.”
Before he could answer she slipped away and went up stairs. Lying down on her bed she stared silently at the wall, too emotionally shocked by her father's words to even cry.
Around half an hour later Tammy heard her father come upstairs, he went to his room and she could hear him rummaging around. Then his door opened again and there was a quiet knock at her door.
“Tammy, can we talk? There's something I want to show you.”
“Can we leave it till the morning, Dad?” she replied, too tired to argue with him some more.
“I would rather clear the air between us before you go to sleep. I’ve got something I should have showed you years ago. Please.”
She rolled over and sat up. “Sure, Dad. Come on in.”
He came in and she leaned across to put the bedside lamp on. In the dim light she could see he had an old photograph album in his hands. It was one she had never seen before, and he father seemed a little nervous about handling it.
Coming and sitting next to her he placed it on his lap and smoothed his hands over it. “I have kept this away from you for too long. I guess because it holds memories that are a little too painful for me. But I think it might show you why I am so worried about your relationship with Sam.”
He flipped the cover open and there was a young woman who had a startling similarity to her. She was laughing at whoever was taking the picture, an image of a youth. Happy, having fun, with a voluptuous body like her own.
“It's Mom.”
“Yes, it is. This is a picture of her when we were dating. We would go to the beach, or walks in the hills. Inseparable.”
“And then you got married,” Tammy said.
Her father turned the pages and there were more pictures of the same woman, some were of both of them, her father a young man in his mid twenties, handsome and strong.
“Yes. But when we got engaged her family were not happy. They said she could do much better than a farm labourer.”
“But you loved each other, so you went ahead anyway.”
He sighed, “Yes, we did. Her family disowned her though; there was nothing we could say to make them accept me. So once we were married they would not see her. Your Mom never got over it. Then when she gave birth to you she thought they would come round to the idea we were happy and I could provide for you both.”
“And did they?” Tammy asked very quietly, she thought she already knew the answer; after all she had never met any of her relatives apart from an old aunt who was on her father’s side.
“No. Your mother’s health got worse, she always looked so sad, I knew she was torn between the two sides of her family. Then she got sick and died, you were only two years old. It was like her heart couldn’t take been split.”
“Dad, I’m so sorry.”
“I buried it, all of the anger and sadness. I had you to care for, and so I locked it away, like this photo album. Until tonight.”
“You're all I’ve got, Tammy. I only want to stop you from getting hurt. Rich people don’t always see things the same way as the rest of us. Your Mom's family thought she would miss her comfortable life and go back to them, but she loved me.” He sounded a little guilty over that fact.
“Sam's not like that. I understand now why you said what you said. But let me give it a try, if I know I can always rely on you, I’ll be OK.”
He wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her tightly to him. “I’m sorry if you thought what I said was because I thought you weren't good enough. I’ve always known your true worth, even when you weren’t so sure of it.”
“Oh, Dad. I love you,” she turned and kissed him on the cheek.
He mumbled something gruffly. Then he got up and offered her his hand. “Come on, let’s go and have some hot chocolate under the stars.”
***
Feeling relieved that everything was good between her and her dad, Tammy went to find Sam the next morning. After what had passed between them she needed to know once and for all if he had any long term plans where their relationship was concerned.
She reached the Hardy ranch and Gerry told her Sam was in the barn getting the horses ready. After thanking Gerry she headed to the back of the house to find Sam checking the saddles and bags he had packed their picnic in.
“Hi, there, beautiful,” he said, coming over to give her a long, lingering kiss.
Tammy lost all thought of asking him what his intentions were, it could wait until later, right now all she wanted was for Sam to make love to her in the hay.
With so many people around that was not going to happen so she would have to wait until they rode out to the long meadow. The thought of what he would do to her made her body inflamed with desire.
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