A man had not seen her without clothes on for over 20 years. It was her hang up. The doctor had told her it would never be the same. The damage the first one had done using the broom handle was extensive. The scar wasn’t so terrible anymore but the flat belly she once had would always be elusive. Too many surgeries. That’s what they told her anyway. She never saw herself the same and tried to hide herself from anyone who looked too closely.
It was early and she donned her usual work clothes. She was sure to not draw attention to herself while outside working. A hat, baggy clothes and a fuck off attitude had kept her safe. The chores around the property had become challenging but she was up to it. Battling was something she was used to. It was a beautiful day and she had been awake since 5am. Her mind was wondering what surprises the day had in store. She loved mornings like this..the unknown was fun but she was so very overdue for some real fun. As she continues mowing she thinks…“someday”.
He decided to take a drive and see what kind of trouble he could stir up. The long shifts gave him reason to want to clear his head. After stopping in to see a few friends, the road lead him in to the woods. He knew exactly where he was going. She had just finished her work and was preparing to shower when he drove up the long driveway. He told her to take her time as he was content to just hang out outside until she was done. He had no plans for the night.
As she showered, the water seemed to tickle her. “What the hell is this?” she kept thinking. She dried off and put on her favorite cotton shorts and old button down flannel shirt. Her favorite shirt had become worn after so many years and a few holes had been left to their own devices . It had cooled off and there was nothing more comfortable after a busy day. She rejoined him. The cooler evening temps and breeze made the sunset very pleasant. She offered him a drink and grabbed her medicine. He seemed thankful for the drink and she noticed his hand was shaking a bit. “Hmmmm…interesting” she thought. She smoked two cigarettes and the effect was quick. It was nice when the muscles relaxed.
Conversations jumped from one topic to another and he realized she was far different than the person he saw. Educated by life, compassionate, tender, vulnerable and incredibly blunt. She didn’t seem to have any affection for bullshit and had been dealt more than her share. He was drawn to her but he couldn’t figure out why. She asked if he wanted another cocktail and he debated with himself understanding how his thoughts were beginning to choose a different path. “Sure, why not!” he answered almost laughing as he stood up to go help fix it. He needed something different. Having the same schedule, same routine, same people day in and day out was causing his mind to shift in to neutral. As they made their way in to the house, he could smell the scent of her shampoo. He drew it in. Standing in the kitchen, he begins to follow her with his eyes. The buttons were worn on her shirt and it draped perfectly over her breasts. He hadn’t noticed her legs before. Curvy and strong. A flash of crawling between them was a shock and he dismissed it. Trying to focus on small talk..he kept having to force the image out of his mind. He was beginning to understand that she would just as quickly kick his ass for trying to touch her as she would incite an orgasm that would shake him to his core. Her passion for everything in her life was apparent. Did that passion translate to all aspects of her? He wanted to know.
Time had passed and it was getting late. He realized he had had enough to drink and he most likely shouldn’t drive. He didn’t want to leave anyway. With each new drink, he had made his way around the table and was sitting beside her. He had to touch her. No choice. With each step to and from the drink station in the house, he couldn’t help but notice her breasts would bounce a bit, letting him know she didn’t contain them after her shower. He wondered if she did that on purpose. Was she thinking the same things he was? She stood up to change the music and that was his chance. As she began to sit back down, he turned her chair and sat face to face with her. He looked in to her eyes and asks “Can I kiss you”? She looks at him and in that moment…she knew she had to decide…to continue to hide or to trust this man with that part of her. Tongues danced and she felt his hand on her leg. She stands up and he grabs her around her waist and pulls her toward his seated position. He slowly unbuttons her shirt revealing her soft, tender and sweet breasts. Her nipples are hard and he loves rubbing his lips over them, nibbling on them and flicking them with his tongue. She is quietly moaning yet not trying to escape his grasp. He takes that as a sign to continue. His hands are on her ass and he pulls her closer. Breathing in the perfumed lotion that makes her skin feel like satin…he is intoxicated. He removes her shorts. Slowly pulling them toward the ground, leaving her soaked panties, just to give her time to say no. He looks up at her as if to ask permission…she is silent. He tries to unbutton the rest of her shirt and she quickly grabs the remaining cover. The hiding is far more comfortable for her. He guides her on to the table in front of him and she slowly gives in. He is looking at her unlike any man before him. The passion in his eyes was all she needed to see. He grabs cushions from a nearby chair to cushion her bottom. He lays her back, a pillow for her head and she closes her eyes. What the hell was she doing? Why was she trusting him? It seemed like decades since the last time.. why now?
She berates herself for her inability to lose control, even for 5 minutes. “Stop thinking!” she screams to herself. She relaxes and he takes control. She allows herself to enjoy his attention and not having to make decisions. She moves with the ripples throughout her body as his tongue finds the one place that is exclusively her. He licks her swollen lips through the sheer fabric of her panties. Taste test. He realizes that the swelling is just increasing and her faucet has been turned on full force. He wants to drink her in. He gently removes the sheer fabric from around her hips and she tells him it’s ok by lifting her hips to help. He kisses the inside of her thighs as her legs quiver. He buries his face in her wetness and she writhes with passion. He grabs her hips and holds her exactly where he wants her. She delights in him taking control and keeping her from thinking too much. He is a strong man and he knew exactly what she wanted. He knew she would never ask for it. He was happy to serve her.
He looks up at her from below and she asks if she can have a turn. He smiles that sexy smile and asks what she means. She tells him to come around the other side of the table and she rolls on to her belly. She reaches out and grabs his cock which is straining against his shorts. She opens her gift and her mouth begins to water. She is not letting herself think. She is in the moment and that is all that matters. As she begins to explore with her tongue, his breathing is increasing and she knows this won’t last long. His cock swells even more once he feels the warmth of her mouth.
After a few minutes, he tells her he can’t take anymore and has to have her. As he makes his way back around the table, she turns back over. He pulls her toward the edge of the table and enters her. Falling forward in to her chest he looks in to her eyes. He has never felt his cock wrapped up like this. Slowly, deeply he continues to stroke her. She is arching her back and fighting the urge to scream. Grabbing her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples…he is going to make her explode. Her legs were wrapped around his hips pulling him closer. She is dripping and he is enjoying watching her breasts bounce with each ramming. Faster, harder and with his hands gripping her hips… he tells her to cum with him…she is happy to play along. As they both share the energy that has been supercharged…he reaches down and unbuttons the last two buttons. He gives her all of him and she is without reserve. He kisses her. Laying her shirt open on the table..he kisses his way to her belly and the scar that she has kept so hidden……she forgets.