by Amy Brent
I was a girl with a long memory and my father might have died, but he was still very much in my mind and in my life. I had that gold locket around my neck and the picture of him with me on the other side was a good reminder that I would always have him in my heart.
“I think that you’ll find that I will never accept any man in your life that isn’t my father. Besides, we both know that you are a consummate gold digger. It would be one thing if I believed that you were in love, but to sleep with him just for his money is deplorable. You should be ashamed, but I know that you’re not. You never had to work a day in your life and you’re not going to start now.” I didn’t mean to be that defensive, but she really did know how to push my buttons in just the right way to elicit the kind of response that would have us arguing.
“I really don’t want to get into this with you young lady. You’re my daughter if you’re not careful, I will make sure that none of his money ever lands on your doorstep. Think about that very carefully and money may not buy happiness, but it sure goes a long way.” I hated to admit that she was right, but my collection of shoes was rapidly getting out of control.
“I’ll be home in five days and we can continue this discussion when I arrive. This guy better not be the same as some of those other guys that couldn’t keep their hands off of me. I had to scald one with a pot of hot water to get him to stop leering at me with more than a passing interest. I kicked one in the nuts and broke ones finger for even trying to touch my ass.” I thought that I heard a snicker on the other end of the line and that was the final straw. I slammed the phone closed, fuming mad and not paying attention to what I was doing. I went to the side of the road and I hit this huge pothole that made the entire truck bounce back and forth on the road after I got control of it again.
I saw the makings of a small town up ahead and I decided to exit the highway in hopes of some suitable lodging for the evening. I found a very dilapidated garage that still had its lights on. I stopped the truck and I knew that it had something to do with the suspension and the last pothole must have broken something quite severe to cause this kind of damage.
I had on a pair of blue jeans and they were cut perfectly like they were made for me. My young innocent 19 year old ass projected nicely from the back giving me the kind of caboose that would have most guys clamoring to pant after me like dogs. The denim shirt was tied at the middle and my flat midriff was perfectly staged to show that I was no stranger to working my body into a frenzy. I might’ve been only 19 years old, but I had an old soul that you could see in the windows of my eyes.
“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s not like I’m some miracle worker. I know that you’re my cousin and all, but you need to realize that parts for that kind of car are not going to be easy to attain. I’ve already made some inquiries and I’m having that part sent here by morning. In the meantime, you’re going to have to find some place to stay. There’s no way that you’re staying with me and Mary. She hates you and she has every reason to after those very explicit photos that you sent of my bachelor party. You know that it took me almost three days after the wedding to finally consummate our marriage.”
“Earl, I just wanted to show you what you were missing and I suppose I should have thought about your future instead of just a good time.” I knocked lightly on the door and cleared my throat, so that my entrance was not going to make them jump out of their skin.
“What can I do for you? I’m just about to close up for the evening, but for a pretty thing like you I will try to refrain.” He had greased covered coveralls, but he seemed to be pretty handy with a wrench and that was exactly what I was looking for.
“I think I broke something on my truck.” He motioned for me to bring it into the garage and then he took it up on the lift and gave it the once over with his buddy hanging back and watching intently.
“I can fix it, but I’m going to have to have the part sent to me. It won’t be here till morning, but there are several vacancies in the motel down the street. I’m sure that Angel will be very happy to show you. There’s also a nice little diner and it’s mostly a greasy spoon, but you can get a pretty fair hamburger. Nothing else is edible, but they are known to cultivate their very own beef from local farmers in the area. You’re not some kind of vegan are you?” I was at one time, but the attraction of a juicy piece of hamburger or a steak barbecued to perfection was hard for me to ignore.
“I like hamburger like anybody else does.” I don’t know why, but I was watching this man intently and I wasn’t talking about the mechanic.
“I just remembered that I’m not going to be in the shop. I have an overdue fishing trip. I’ll be gone for five days.” I couldn’t stay here that long, but the truck was in no shape to go anywhere without causing me undue harm.
“Earl, you don’t have to worry and you know that I’m the one that taught you everything you know. Being in the Marines, I learned what it took to put things back together again. Leave me the keys to the shop and I’ll be happy to fix her truck with no cost to you.” I wasn’t sure that I liked this arrangement, but I had very little time to raise an objection before Earl was passing over the keys.
“He’s right. He did teach me everything that he knows. He’s probably better at this stuff than I am anyway.” I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that to get out of being made to show some kind of responsibility instead of taking that fishing trip. “Come back in the morning and my buddy will set you up and have you on your way before you know it. I’ll even wave some of the fee and it’s the right thing to do.” I thought that was mighty neighborly of him, but for him to do that for a complete stranger showed just what kind of hometown values I had been missing. I agreed to their terms, pulling at my hair which was a short blond cut. I had an apple bottom and a pair of breasts that were more than a mouthful on a 5’4, 120 pound lithe frame.
The guy that was going to work on my car had these pair of sunglasses that were mirrored and made it very difficult to see the intention behind his eyes. The open shirt showed a white tee shirt and the black pants was a little unusual for a man that was rough around the edges. The belt alone was custom made and had this Italian craftsmanship that you didn’t find here in the states.
“I can give you a lift down to the diner and the hotel is just across the street from that. I’m staying there myself and I have some business to conduct in the early morning that needs a very delicate touch. I have my eye on a certain parcel of land that I plan to develop it into something of a resort. Through the trees is a beautiful lake. It’s taken a lot of time to convince the previous owners to give up their legacy, but there is always a price for everything.”
“Didn’t he just say that you’re going to have to wait for the part to come in for your car to be fixed?” He stopped and slapped himself across the forehead. It was obvious that we were going to have to walk the couple blocks down to the diner.
“I guess we’re both in the same boat.” He went to his car inside and that he locked up for the evening with my truck currently in the second work bay. We walked in silence and there were moments that I had to stop and look at his tight ass in that black pair of pants and wonder if I could find some way to make them come down a little.
I swallowed hard and envisioned the way that his hips would flex, as he gave me what I’d never had before.
Chapter two
“This place might be a hole in the wall, but their hamburgers are to die for.” I wanted to argue with him, but with my mouth full of this delicious meat, it was hard to say anything disparaging about a place that really looked like it had been in the throes of better days. The atmosphere was of a roadside stand and the people were the kind that knew the value of a hard earned dollar. I couldn’t say the same thing for my mother. I often thought that she got pregnant with me to trap my father.
“I have this compulsion to talk to the chef and inform him that he is doing one helluva job. He shouldn’t be cooking here and there are places in the city that wo
uld gladly snap him up in a second just for these hamburgers alone.” I saw the billow of smoke coming from the kitchen and I saw somebody in behind that smoke, but they were distorted and made it difficult for me to praise his virtues. I sat there eating that hamburger and stripping him of every piece of clothing one at a time in my mind. I could see his chiseled chest and the way that his hips tapered into that V that would have most women crying out in passion on the release of an orgasm that was currently building up inside.
I had to purposely move my fingers into the waistband of my jeans. I touched the wet material of my panties and I knew that his presence was currently making me very uncomfortable in a good way.
He was older than me and could’ve been my father, but there was no way that I could have these kinds of feeling for my father. There was that flicker of a flame. A brief understanding and the exchange of glances that we were sharing made me believe that he was thinking the same thing. He was a total stranger and yet I was thinking about sleeping with him and giving him the purity of my body.
“I know the chef personally and I can have him come to your table.” I heard him saying something, but my main focus was the way that his chest was falling with each breath. I could see the way that his shirt was pushing out against the muscle of his obvious well defined hunky body.
“That would be nice…so very nice.” I wasn’t even talking about the meal and certainly not about the chef. I had my eyes on a certain dessert that would be most at home inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his seed and to drain him of all of his bodily fluids in one mad dash to the finish line inside that no tell motel across the street. I envisioned him planting his tongue deep inside me and then drawing out the conclusion of our union with sharp thrusts of his hips against me from behind. He would be slapping my ass and pulling my hair like a dirty little girl. I wanted him, but I had no idea how I was supposed to profess those feelings without looking like some sort of slut.
“I’m sure that he would have no problem hearing from a visitor to this town about his prowess in the kitchen.” The only prowess that I was looking for was the way that he was going to make me squeal with a certain delight that came from an orgasmic offering. He motioned for the chef and he came out and actually wiped his hands on his apron.
“I never thought that I would see you here again. When you left after graduation, I saw you as a rising star and one that was going to leave this no nothing town in your rearview mirror.” It was obvious that they knew each other and that coming from this town was something that they had in common. He had close cropped dark hair and standing at 6 feet and 200 plus pounds was more than this diminutive little frame could take.
“Hank, I want you to meet a friend of mine. She’s only here for the night, but she wanted to personally thank you for your efforts in the kitchen. I don’t think that it comes as a big surprise that she found your hamburgers to be delicious.” I wanted to say that it was the best thing that I’d ever had in my mouth, but I was thinking that maybe there was something else in this diner that might surpass that. “She might even show up for breakfast tomorrow morning. You do have a hearty kind of breakfast that sticks to the ribs.” Hank shook my hand and I told him that he was wasting his talents, but he said that he was never going to leave what he considered his family.
I drank my coffee and continually looked over the rim of the cup to see that he had undone one of the buttons on his shirt. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly enough to stoke those fires just a little bit more than what they already were.
“You have been a welcome company. A stranger is someone that you haven’t had the fortune to meet. It’s all about being in the right place at the right time.” I had purposely undone one of my buttons and leaned forward let him see the ripe melons that could be his if he played his cards right.
He escorted me over to the motel and I paid for the room in advance for one night. We both got our keys and went up the stairs. I don’t know if he could feel the heat between us, but I felt like we were going to turn into a ball of flame. His room was right next to mine and there was an adjoining door inside. I stood there with my door open and I was waiting for that inevitable kiss. He leaned in and moved this strand of hair away from my ears before leaning forward and kissing my forehead in a platonic way that took that sizzle down to a simmer.
“It’s been a nice evening and I don’t want to ruin it with some kinda one night stand. I’m not that kind of guy and I’m afraid that this is as far as we go together. You are a little young and I would feel like I was robbing the cradle if I were to even contemplate anything that wasn’t strictly on the up and up. I’m sure that it would be fleeting and memorable, but I’m looking for something with more longevity. I can’t in good conscience do something to ruin that.” It was obvious that the ring on his finger was cutting off his circulation to his brain or maybe another part of his anatomy that was having the life choked out of it. He didn’t recognize a good thing, but I had to say one thing for him and that he was loyal to a fault to whatever woman that had ensnared him in her web.
“You’ve been something of a surprise and I don’t usually find myself interested in older men. I’m a little disappointed, but I’m also glad to see that some people have morals that are still intact.” I could say that, but it still didn’t mean that I wasn’t willing and able to show him some kind of tender loving care.
“I’ve always believed in fidelity and the vows I took were sacred in the eyes of the lord. I’m not saying that I’m not tempted, because I would be a damn fool if I said that I wasn’t. It’s just that I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to come in there with the way that we are feeling about each other. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or send any kind of mixed signals to indicate that I would even do something like this. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying any more. It would be best that I just go inside before I do or say anything that I will regret.” I felt this longing and the yearning for something more than just his attempt at idle conversation. He had made his bed and now he was going to have to lie in it alone. Unfortunately, that meant that I was going to have to do the same thing.
“Whoever your wife is, I have to say that she is a very lucky girl to have a man that can resist the temptation of a nubile young thing like me. I hope that she’s worth it and you have no idea how good it was going to be.” I really had no idea of that myself, but it sounded good in my head. I hadn’t had sex, but I did come close several times. I wasn’t exactly innocent and going down on a guy and having him shoot into my mouth was one of my guilty pleasures. I was very good at skinning that flute and making a man pump volumes that seemed impossible. I was selective and I had to get to know the man or the young pubescent boy that was going to make his way into manhood.
“I sometimes think that monogamy is a crime against humanity. It’s certainly not what the bible would tell us to do, but he does work in mysterious ways. I can only assume that throwing you at me is a test of my willpower. I only wish that my wife could see me and know that she means that much.” He opened his door and looked back one last time, as if he was trying to convince himself that grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into the room would be the worst mistake that he had ever made in his life.
I licked my lips and made a certain part of his anatomy show interest by how he was filling out those pants. If that was with underwear and I had no reason to doubt that it was then he was well endowed. I wanted to see it and I was this close to attacking him and having my way, but I forced myself not to put him in that untenable situation.
I was in my room lying down with my legs wide open and running my hands down over my milky white flesh. I knew that he was no more than a couple of feet away and that the only thing that was separating us was a bit of drywall and a thin wooden door. It would’ve been so easy to knock and have him come over, cry on his shoulder about some nonsense and then use that to seal the deal.
I’d already taken a cold shower, but that did noth
ing to negate the simmering heat that had taken control of my body and good senses. He was now making it impossible not to touch myself. I barely scratched over my clit and my entire body jumped with an audible gasp of excitement escaping my lips. I wanted this complete stranger and I could bring him to life in my mind’s eye like a fantasy. It was his hand that touched me and it was his finger that elicited that moan of desire. I could see him so clearly and yet everybody knows that one’s own hand does not have that unpredictable nature.
“Yes…my fucking stud…finger fuck my hole.” I purposely raised the Octave of my voice, so that he could get a good idea of what I was doing. I could only pray that he would take his own cock and we could ride that manual train together to the end of the line. “I want your tongue…I want your big hard cock within my folds.” I had no other recourse than my own fingers and a bottle of hand lotion that I had found in the bathroom. I should’ve had one of my many battery powered toys, but they were currently locked in a chest underneath my truck seat.
“Please…you’ve got to stop this. Your hand feels, so fucking good and if you don’t stop, I’m going to blow all over the place.” It was his voice and I wondered if maybe he was trying to compete with me. It was going to be an interesting way for us to have sex and not have sex at the same time. “Take me in your mouth and let me see your tongue working me into a frothy frenzy.” If I listened real hard, I was sure that I could hear the slapping of his hand against his stick of dynamite.
“Take my mouth, use it as you see fit and cum deep into my throat.” I had three fingers driven inside of me with my sticky residue now slathering over my fingers. This was where his cock should’ve already been.
“You have such a sweet mouth and a girl like you should always have a cock inside it. I can feel it coming and I want you to join me in a moment that will live in infamy in both of our minds. Suck it…suck it harder…pull my balls and make me cream inside that young….oh so very young…mouth… AHHHHHH.” I could almost taste him and it brought to mind those few guys that had been privileged enough to hold my hair in their hands and deliver a deposit that was worthy of a girl with my skills.
