First Impressions

by Aria Ford

  In the living room, we leaned against the door, kissing. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt my control slip away as I lifted her shirt, wanting to take those hard breasts into my hands. I pushed my body against her and she moaned as I drew it off over her head. My hands reached for the hard breasts, and I shuddered as I felt the silky bra.

  “In my room,” I growled. I took her shoulder and dragged her into my bedroom. There, I threw her back onto the bed.

  I was almost bestial in my need. I tore off my own shirt and then I was on her. Her bra came away under my clutching hands and I pushed my face in between her breasts, drawing the scent of her into my nostrils. She was making a noise in her throat, a low rumble and it turned me on as I sucked her big fat nipple in between my lips.

  “Oh, baby,” I groaned. I was almost helpless with my need then and I unfastened my pants, knowing I was almost bursting with my own longing. My cock was already turgid and I wanted to push it inside her.

  She sat up and I pushed her back imperiously, struggling with the fastening of her jeans. She laughed and helped me draw them off. I stared at her curvy body, now dressed only in pair of briefs. I drew them off over her legs, throwing it onto the bed.

  She sighed as I ran my hands down her body, devouring her with my eyes. She was so pretty. I could have looked at her all day. Her breasts were high and firm, her tummy slightly rounded just above that mound, satiny with red hair. I ran my hand between her thighs, grunting as I felt her wetness.

  Then I was on top of her. I pushed my cock into her and gasped. She was so tight and wet. I thrust into her, first slow and then fast. We were moving together in a dance that made the desire rise in me, rising and rising and…

  “Oh, man!”

  She was crying out almost as I started to come. It had been ages for me and I couldn’t quite believe the force and strength of my come as it raced over me. I tensed, growling, and collapsed.

  A few minutes I just lay on her, panting and unconscious as the force of my load raced through me. Then I rolled off her and lay on my back. She was sweating. I could feel the wetness on my skin, sliding on me.

  I looked at her. She looked satisfied, eyes closed, lips open. I felt my longing rise again as I sat up and stared down at her.

  She opened her eyes. Looked up at me. She smiled.

  She reached out a hand and stroked it down my chest. I felt myself smile.

  ***

  I lay on my side and studied him. With that fine, elegant nose and those rugged, deep-set eyes he looked like something from teenage fantasy. And I wasn’t even thinking about that bod. I couldn’t resist touching it. He was so densely muscled I could barely believe it—a six-pack and rippling biceps that could have sold workout equipment just by being photographed nearby. I sat up.

  “Where’re you going?” he grunted. I laughed.

  “Nowhere.”

  “Good.”

  He sat up and pushed me onto my back. I let out a sigh, feeling my heart thump. I liked the way he was so overpowering. He made me feel wanted. I let him run his hands down my body and gasped at where they were going.

  “You want me, huh?” he whispered.

  As his hand found my places of pleasure in between my thighs I nodded. “Yes.”

  He gently stuck a finger into me, working at my clit as he did so. I gasped. It was such a wonderful sensation that I swore I was going to come again. Then with an insistent hand he pushed me onto my front.

  “Stay there,” he whispered.

  He went around behind me, and I felt his hands gently part my thighs. Then he was pushing himself into me, gently moving me so that I lay with my bum in the air, my legs open, and him thrusting into me from behind. I sighed.

  “Oh.” I moaned as he went right into me, his hard cock so long that it was almost sore when he filled me.

  He drew out and pushed back again, then repeated the action. The soreness went away, lost in the masterful way he used his size, not hurting me but filling me in a way that was so satisfying I was soon shivering.

  I came again, and he kept on, moving and moving and moving…

  “Agh!”

  He shouted out a sound that was so satisfying it made me shudder. He came and collapsed on me.

  We lay like that for a few minutes, and I was sorry when he rolled off me.

  In the cool of afternoon wind, coming in off the land outside, I lay there and felt too drowsy to do anything. My body felt like someone had put me back together, almost like I was made anew. I was relaxed in ways I hadn’t been in years.

  He sighed. “I feel amazing.”

  Laughing, I agreed. He chuckled.

  “Well.”

  He sat up and I felt the loss of his warm presence beside me. I heard him washing himself in the bathroom, and then he came back to me.

  “You need a shower?” he asked.

  “With you?”

  He grinned. “Could try.”

  I nodded. We went into the bathroom and I looked hesitant. The shower was tiny—a small glass-fronted box that would never fit two in. I sighed. “You first.”

  He looked disappointed but agreed. I stayed where I was as he shut himself in. I watched the steam cloud up the door and delighted in the sight of his body, shiny and glimmering under the lamp.

  When he came out, he drew me against him. His skin was hot and smelled fresh. I held him to me and he laughed as my hands slid down his hard-muscled frame.

  “You go now?”

  I nodded. I slipped into the shower. As I rinsed myself, I was conscious of his presence outside the cubicle. I could feel his eyes on me as my hands washed my intimate parts and I felt a strange arousal start in me. I’d never been so closely observed and it was arousing.

  When I came out, he grinned. “Nice.”

  I shivered as he drew me against his chest. I felt warm and calm.

  He kissed my neck and then his hands were all over me. I felt desire rise again as he led me through to the bedroom.

  We made love again, fast and passionate, and I lay beside him. His arms held me.

  It was later that I realized that I’d slept a bit. He was still beside me but awake now. I rolled over sleepily.

  “How late is it?”

  He shrugged. “About three.”

  “Oh.” I rolled over, stretching. It was all surreal. It had been about two when I left Grandpa, and now it was quarter past three. I looked at the clock on the wall. I stood.

  “I should go,” I demurred. “I have to go get groceries.”

  He looked sad. “Okay.”

  I laughed. “Well, I’m here to work.”

  “I guess,” he agreed. He stood too. “Let me give you a lift back.”

  “Thanks,” I whispered.

  Putting on my old clothes felt weird. I wasn’t in the same frame of mind as I went back out to the car. I was no longer the same person I had been when I arrived. I was falling for him.

  As I drove back, I wondered about him. Who was he? How long had he lived here? And what was it about him that repelled me just a little?

  I could get addicted to that stunning body. Those full pecs, those hard biceps, his narrow waist…I shuddered just thinking about them and about the way his body felt pressed to mine. He looked like something out of a gym advertisement made of flesh and blood. And that smile was so hot.

  “He’s sexy, stunning and funny,” I told myself aloud. It’s just that…” I frowned. What was it?

  I think it’s that rude, dismissive thing he does. Like when he’d said I was too much of a girl to help Grandpa. Or the way he’d laughed at my ability to help him out. Why would I expect someone who thought I was an overgrown child to be able to support me with adult stuff?

  There was a wall around him, too, some invisible barrier that kept me out and stopped me from being any closer. I wondered if Grandpa knew anything about him, and whether I could ask him about it.

  I sighed. It was a weird thing to even think about, really. I mean, I just m
et him. I liked him, it was true. But why was I even thinking about whether or not he’d be the kind of partner I’d like?

  “I’m silly.”

  We’d spent time together—a lovely time—but that didn’t mean anything. I would probably not see him again unless I happened to walk past the fence of his farm while he was working outside.

  I put my foot on the brake and turned into the drive.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kelly

  It was early afternoon. I was at the farmhouse, cleaning.

  “Yuck.”

  I have never been averse to getting my hands dirty. But this was a whole new level. It wasn’t Grandpa’s fault…how was he going to maintain the place when he was so tired? He is almost eighty.

  Even so, I was swearing like six troopers as I brushed cobwebs off the ceiling, hauled out broken crockery and threw out the broken armchair with the springs.

  I was wondering what I could do to fix the tap in the shower. Grandpa was having a nap on the terrace. I was desperate to get it all fixed up today. Tomorrow I needed to concentrate on Grandpa’s health and making sure the place was stocked up. And the tap was slowing down my job.

  The damn thing leaks like it’s got a part-time job as the city fountain.

  I sighed. I had never done any work with plumbing in my life. I didn’t know where to start. I went out on the terrace with my phone, hoping to get Youtube. Someone must have posted how to fix a tap.

  I sat down and turned on. Tried to go online.

  “Wonderful.” There was no reception.

  I swore hotly and got to my feet, heading across the yard. I hoped I could find somewhere in the field where there was a signal. I paced across the bumpy field, heading toward the fence. When I got near it, I stopped.

  “Hello!”

  It was Reese. He was at the fence, mending a gap. I tensed. All I needed was for him to see me in this state. I was sweaty and tired and I had dust all over me.

  “Hey,” I said neutrally.

  “Lost something, eh?” he asked.

  I gave him a slit-eyed stare. “I’m looking for reception,” I said tightly. “For my phone,” I added, in case it wasn’t clear.

  “I’ve got reception,” he said helpfully. “If you want to come over.”

  “It’s okay,” I said. I was hot and irritable and I still wasn’t sure whether I liked Reese or not. Well, I did like him, I was certain. But I wasn’t sure I found it really amusing, when I was covered in sweat and cobwebs, to have him staring at me. As if I didn’t feel shy enough of him anyways!

  “Can I help?” he asked tentatively.

  I sighed. “Okay.” His help was actually welcome. “What do you know about doing plumbing?”

  He shrugged easily, muscled shoulders rolling. “That depends.”

  “On what?” I shot back.

  “Well, I fixed a few things. Nothing serious, though. Like, I can’t put things in from scratch.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “It’s not that kind of problem. I just need someone to help with a leaking tap.”

  “You’ll want to change the washer,” he said immediately. “Can I see?”

  I sighed. “I’d appreciate it.”

  “Sure.” He smiled. “I’ll come over.”

  I thanked him and went inside. I was cross with myself about it, but my cheeks were flushed and I was fluttery.

  “Stop it, Kelly,” I told myself firmly. “He’s just a guy. You’ve seen them before.”

  I was behaving like a teenager, I told myself. But I couldn’t help it—I felt like a teenager having my first true crush. It was a great feeling.

  I heard the truck and went to the front door. I was in time to see him jump out. He came to the door and I let him in.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “Hi.”

  I led him through to the bathroom, pleased that I had already tidied up a bit. He went to the tap straight away.

  “It’s this one, yes?”

  “Yes.”

  He squinted at it and took out a spanner. Then he turned to me. “Is the water switched off?”

  I shrugged. “I’ll check.”

  We managed to locate the mains together and switched them off. Then he went in and took the spanner and got to work.

  It didn’t take him long and soon the tap was ready with a new washer. I was impressed. It hadn’t taken long and didn’t seem hard.

  “That was good,” I said.

  “Easy,” he grinned loftily. “When you know how.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

  He smiled.

  “Well, then,” I said. I felt angry at being patronized. “Shall I turn on the mains?”

  “Please,” he said gallantly. I went off to find them.

  I turned them on. Heard a yell.

  I came in just in time to see the water jet out and spray him, hard. I covered my mouth to stop myself laughing.

  “What the…” he swore, wiping water off his streaming face. I ran to switch the mains off and when I came back I tried hard not to laugh.

  Our eyes met and soon we were both laughing.

  “Oh, no…” he said. He was grinning and trying to wipe the water out of his straight dark hair.

  “That was funny,” I said. He nodded.

  Our shoulders shaking with mirth, we clung together and laughed.

  “I don’t know what happened,” he said after a moment, still giggling a bit. “I think I didn’t fasten it tightly enough. Or maybe the washer is the wrong size…let me see…”

  He went back to work.

  “Okay,” he called to me where I stood in the hallway, out of the firing line. Watering line. Whatever.

  “I think it’s finished.”

  “Ready?” I called as I went through to the kitchen.

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay…here we go!”

  I turned on the mains with a flourish. This time, nothing.

  I went in. Reese was standing looking at the tap with a strange expression on his face. Half tension, half amazement. I chuckled.

  “It worked.”

  “Yes, it did.”

  “Yay!” I said. “You did it! Great.”

  He smiled at me. “Thanks,” he said. “I feel bad about the first time. I made a mess on the floor.”

  “I feel bad too,” I said. “I shouldn’t have laughed. But it was funny.”

  “Yes,” he said with a grin. “It was.”

  We tested the tap. It was perfect. I smiled up at him.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “It was nothing.”

  I laughed. “Well, it certainly was something.”

  We both chuckled. I went to get a cloth to dry the floor. While I was working, he looked around the bathroom.

  “You must’ve worked hard in here,” he said at length.

  “I did quite a lot,” I admitted. “But you know what it’s like, when someone gets old. It’s not their fault.”

  “No,” he admitted. “It’s not.”

  I was surprised. That was a new attitude from him. A healthier one compared to his earlier comment.

  “Thanks,” I said again when we were finished in there. “You’re a great help.”

  He shrugged. “I dunno about that. But thanks.”

  I smiled up at him. He smiled at me. Suddenly I realized that we were very close in a small hallway and to all intents and purpose we were alone.

  His mouth came down over mine and I leaned against him. My body ached for his.

  He drew me against him and my passion was rising now, growing to blind me. I pressed my body against his and held him strongly. I could feel a hard lump in his trousers and I pressed myself against it, relishing the proof of his arousal. Wanting him inside me.

  I felt his hands stroke down my body, one on my neck and the other pushing my butt so that my hips touched his. I was impossibly aroused now and I wanted him so badly.

  We heard footsteps in the kitchen and sprang apart, guiltily. I look
ed at Reese. My eyes must have shown some panic because he laughed at me.

  “I’ll go,” he whispered.

  I nodded.

  “I’ll let you out.”

  I led him to the door and we went through together. I followed him out into the yard and we kissed in the drive, my body reluctant to move away now.

  “I should leave,” he said.

  “I know.”

  We grinned at each other and kissed again, passionately. His tongue thrust into my mouth and I let it in, relishing the feel of its probing presence.

  He drove off and I went back inside.

  “Ah, Kelly,” Grandpa said. He smiled at me. “There you are. I thought I heard someone in the bathroom. I must be hearing things.”

  “I…no, I was in the bathroom,” I said. “Just doing cleaning.”

  “Oh.” He gave me a beautiful smile. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  I swallowed. I hated lying to him, even a bit. I told myself it wasn’t really a lie—I just hadn’t mentioned that Reese was there too.

  “How about some coffee?” he asked. “I’m having one just now.”