Devil in Blue Jeans

 

DEVIL IN BLUE JEANS

by

Patricia Bruening

 

© Copyright by Patricia Brueing, November 2011

© Cover art by

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

Part I

 Mostly empty at three in the morning, the truck stop restaurant held a hushed, relaxing silence as Lindsey Martin wiped off the last silver trimmed table with a wet rag. She let out a tired breath, fingered the wad of crinkled and folded bills in her jean's pocket, and nodded. Plenty of tips for a twelve hour shift including a hectic, Friday night dinner rush lasting over four hours, she thought.

 The bell over the door jangled, jerking her attention from the beige Formica table she'd freshened for the next customer. Clad in jeans and a short black leather jacket, helmet under his arm, he strode in, a mischievous gleam in his emerald eyes. Oh god. She stared, unable to stop herself, taking in every inch of his six foot one inch, purely masculine body.  Denim molded to muscle like a second skin, leaving little to wonder about as her gaze skittered over his crotch, and jerked back to the sharp planes and angles of his face, shadowed by a day's worth of dark beard growth. Jet black hair fluttered around his face in that just got out of bed look that stoked her blood pressure.

 Her stomach did a slow roll of sexual awareness and her pulse scrambled. His idle gaze met hers and he winked, long muscular legs clad in faded blue denim carrying him straight to her.  He dropped into the red vinyl chair at the table she'd just cleaned and smiled up at her, pure seduction in his eyes. Lindsey swallowed hard, shooting a glance around the dining area for someone to take her place. Of course, Judy, the part time waitress, had left an hour earlier.

 Her heart lurched but she knew such a man could never be interested in her so she mustered a return smile aimed in the direction of the floor to ceiling window behind him,  and tossed the rag onto a nearby table. “Coffee?”

 “The usual,” he replied, that slow whiskey voice stirring her senses, pulling her gaze from the darkened parking lot outside, dotted only by the weak glow of two flickering pole lights.

 Coffee, he-man platter, she wrote on the order pad and turned away before she could beg him to take her, anywhere, any place. Turning her back on him, she walked across the tan tile floor that still needed mopping, which thankfully was not in her job description, and leaned on the order counter.

 Heart racing, breathless, she placed the order with the night cook and delivered a cup of black coffee to the table without a single word. His murmured “thanks” slid right through her, stroking her senses so she wanted to purr, and she bolted to the ladies' room in a vain attempt to calm her raging libido. Staring at her face in the mirror over the row of three sinks, she let out a pent up breath. Behind her, white tile gleamed under the glare of three overhead lights, each protected by a clear globe of thick glass. That harsh light illuminated her face, and the twin flags of color standing out on her cheeks like rouge but without benefit of cosmetics. She gnawed on her lower lip, the soft flesh turning rosy red from the minor abuse as that rugged male face swam into her mind, piercing eyes riveted to her as though he peered at her from inside the mirror. 

 The man came in every night, almost at the same time, ordered the same coffee and huge breakfast, and left without any sign that he wanted anything but food from her-except those smoldering looks he always sent her way, leaving her in a state of desire unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

I dream about him all the time. She glared at her reflection in the mirror over the sinks and scowled. Wake up in the middle of the night wanting a man—but only one man...that man... With a shake of her head in a vain attempt to deny the sensations he aroused in her, Lindsey left the bathroom and returned to her duties. Her shift ended in fifteen minutes and she longed to get home.

 The man ate in silence as she got ready to leave. When she finally grabbed her jacket and walked out of the restaurant, he had already left. With a sigh, she crossed the parking lot to her car sitting under the only light in the lot that still worked, and it flickered on the verge of going out. Footsteps crunched across gravel behind her and her heart lurched into her throat.

 “Shit,” she muttered, fumbling her key so badly it scratched the paint around the keyhole in the door of her car. The lock clicked, but just as she pulled on the handle, a huge warm body crowded against her, pushing her against the car. A large hand clamped over her mouth and hot breath scorched the back of her neck.

 “W-w-what do you w-w-want?”

 He said nothing, only tugged on her face and turned her around. Wide-eyed with fright, she stared up into sparkling emerald eyes and the breath caught in her throat. Oh god, he's an ax murderer! Her mouth went dry as fast as the thought zipped through her mind, though he held nothing, no ax or knife or anything, in his hand—not the one over her mouth or the one flat on the top of the car next to her.

 Even though he took his hand from her mouth, she couldn't scream. Caught in swirling emerald eyes, she couldn't even move. He leaned closer, warm breath sliding over her face to stir her imagination and her senses. Flush against him, trapped between her car and him, she couldn't mistake his arousal. He wants me?

 He pressed hard against her, leaving her in no doubt of what he wanted. Her gaze dropped to full sensuous lips and she bit back a groan. Kiss me, oh yes, now!

 Obeying her unspoken command, he lowered his mouth to hers. Fire streaked through her.  Scorching heat flashed over her and the cool night air had nothing to do with her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. Leaning into her, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and slid his knee between her legs so she rode his thigh, the thick seam of her jeans pressing hard against her wet pussy. His hands dropped to her waist and he wriggled his thigh against her, urging her to ride. Pleasure built, hot and relentless as she slowly, but with growing need, followed his silent orders. Shifting back and forth, she rode him for all she was worth as tension coiled deep inside her.

 Her tongue tangled with his until oxygen deprivation forced them apart. Still she rubbed her sopping wet pussy on his hard thigh, ignoring his tight grip on her waist as he urged her faster and faster. At the same time, he rubbed his erection against her, the large bulge promising a frightening ecstasy later. As much as she wanted that huge piece of male flesh inside her, she couldn't stop the pure ecstasy building inside her with every stroke of her dripping pussy over his thigh. Finally, orgasm blasted through her, leaving her gasping for breath and sagging in his arms.

 Mind hazy, she fumbled and finally opened her eyes. Sitting in the driver's seat of her car, she glanced around the parking lot in surprise. No one was there! What the-? Looking around again, she didn't spot another car or a motorcycle, even on the street. “I did not imagine that! I'm not that good at it! Now where the fuck did he go?”

 She jammed the key in the ignition, gave it a vicious twist, and headed for home, fuming during the whole ten minute drive. “If I see him again I'll...” Fuck his brains out and then kill him.

Part II

 Lindsey slammed the front door behind her, tossed her car keys and wallet on the maple wood table just beside the door, and practically dived into the kitchen. Staring at the three bottles of beer in the refrigerator, she abruptly slammed the door and reached for the dusty whiskey bottle on top of the ugly green appliance. Within five minutes, she carried a whiskey and coke into the bedroom and further into the adjoining bathroom. After setting the glass on the back of the toilet, she turned on the shower and hastily peeled her clothes off before staring at her flushed face in the mirror over the sink.

 “Forget about him, the jerk. And don't kid yourself in the morning. It did happen, you slut. Right in the parking lot at work! Asshole!” Steam hazing the air, she took a large gulp of her drink and stepped under the scalding hot water.

 Gradually, hot water and thick steam relaxed her body, chasing away aches and pains left over from eight hours on her feet serving people too lazy to cook for themselves. Hair washed and wrapped in a towel, she slicked liquid soap lather over her body, sliding her hands everywhere. Unbidden, emerald eyes haunted her, eyes she'd drowned in as he kissed the sense right out of her.  Jeez... Her fingers grazed her puckered nipples. Small thrills zoomed down her spine to her womb.

 In a slow sensuous caress over her flat stomach, she soaped down to the apex of her thighs, pushing one finger between her pussy lips, now throbbing with need from the blood rush to her groin. Circling her clit, she gnawed on her lower lip, memory flowing through her mind like wine. Eyes closed, she saw only him, felt only his hands on her, urging her to ride faster and faster as she rubbed her clit and her pussy, finger diving inside as pleasure soared to nearly unbearable heights.

 Hands slid over her and tension coiled so tight she leaned back against the hard surface, enveloped in steam so thick the walls of the shower were indiscernible. Damp hairs tickled her back and she leaned harder into the heat as arms wrapped around her.

 Her eyes flew open, shock momentarily dampening pleasure until a thick male finger  joined hers at her pussy. That finger dipped inside, plunging deeper and faster. A low groan escaped her and she dropped her head back onto a hard shoulder. Uncaring who might have joined her in the shower, she squirmed, her hand covering his to force him even deeper. His other hand flattened on her stomach, pulling her ass back to rub over hot hard male flesh. His cock slid along the crack of her ass, and she wriggled harder.

 In a single abrupt move, he pulled his hand from her pussy and pushed her up against the tile wall, his cock sliding between her thighs to tease her pussy lips with the very thing it desperately wanted. Liquid heat flooded her pussy and she pushed her ass back. His cock drove deep inside her, pulled back, and drove deep again. Coiled tension burst inside her, the orgasm blasting so hard her eyes closed on a wave of intense pleasure. In the midst of volcanic aftershocks, he drove into her over and over again, hands clenched tight on her hips to drag her into him with every lunge. He plunged so deep she swore she felt him in her throat.

 Before the last rippled faded, another orgasm began to build, tighter and tighter, taking her higher and higher. Eyes closed, she let herself ride the wave until he plunged deep, orgasm exploding through her as he held her still, his huge cock pumping jets of cum against the rippling walls of her pussy. Braced against the wall, she locked her knees to keep from melting into a puddle at his feet.

 As the water cooled, she gradually became aware of being alone in the shower. Bewildered, she turned the water off and pulled the pale blue plastic shower curtain to the side. Damn it, not again! You won't do this to me again! I will not doubt my own senses! Wrapping  a large yellow towel around her body, she opened the bathroom door and stepped into her bedroom.

 Completely nude, he reclined on the bed, hands under his head, watching her as she stopped short in the doorway, her rapt stare focused on huge hard flesh. No recovery time? He just... Anticipation exploded through her and she swallowed hard. Marathon sex, no waiting. He's as hard as he was before he came, inside me. Pleasure rippled over her and she shivered, pussy lips quivering as she imagined that hard cock pumping lots of hot cum into her over and over again.

 Compelled, she lifted her gaze to meet fiery green eyes and could not look away. A rustle of movement and she found herself face down on the dark blue comforter with no real idea how she got there. He leaned so close his chest brushed her shoulder and his breath warmed her neck. Head turning, she sought his mouth, wanting him to kiss her senseless.

 His hand landed on her ass in a light slap. That minute sting on her sensitive flesh drew a gasp and her eyes widened. Pain sparked and then subsided as pleasure over took her. She squirmed, trying to roll onto her back to look up at him. A harder smack on her ass stopped her efforts and she blinked. The shock of pain traveled through every nerve, somehow turning to pleasure as he swatted her again. Her spine tingled and her stomach lurched. His hand settled on the supersensitive globe of her ass, caressing the sting away as tears gathered in her eyes at his tenderness. She settled fully onto the mattress, cheek hot on the pillow.

 His weight covered her, pressing her deeper into the bed, rigid cock sliding along the crack of her ass. Heat scorched her senses and she didn't care what he did as long as he fucked her senseless over and over again.

 He kissed her neck, tongue sliding in a sensuous caress over her skin to her shoulder. Teeth nipped and she shivered, pleasure rolling over her in waves as she squirmed against him. His cock throbbed, hot and hard, against her ass. Oh god! Jesus—and he barely touched me...yet... Her pussy quivered, begging for orgasm his touch promised.

 Teeth clamped down her shoulder. Pain screamed along every nerve but rapidly turned to pleasure as she squirmed under his dominance. He bit harder and she tensed, belly tightening as he rubbed his cock over her ass, teasing and enticing. A scream bubbled in her throat from the pain of that shoulder bite, and he had yet to release her. If anything, he tightened his hold even more, sharp teeth digging into her skin.

 Teeth holding her in place, he clamped hands on her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he shoved her legs apart and yanked her up on her knees. His cock slid down between her pussy lips. She shivered, stomach tight.  Eyes closed, she waited, poised on the razor edge of anticipation. Now, she begged in wordless supplication. Anything, now!

 To spur things on, she reached down between her legs, rubbing her hand over his cock. He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand back. Before she could protest, he grabbed her other hand and held both shackled behind her back. She fell on her chest, breasts mashed into the mattress but with her ass still in the air. Tugging on her hands, she winced as he tightened his grip, refusing to let her move at all. To all intents and purposes, he'd handcuffed her in position.

 A strange sort of helpless pleasure engulfed her. She drew in a deep breath to protest his cavalier behavior, but he slid his cock once more along her ultra sensitive, dripping pussy and she subsided. Her thighs clenched, attempting to keep him there, but he pulled back and slid along her flesh once more. “Please,” she whimpered. “I can't take anymore.”

 He rubbed harder, with just enough friction to skyrocket her heart rate without giving in to her pleas. Skin tingled, and pleasure melted her spine. Held her easily in place, the tug on her arms growing more uncomfortable, but she understood. She would not come until he allowed it. Slow and deliberate, she relaxed her body, letting him know she understood his silent dominion and awaited his next move, or command. The man had yet to say a single word! Not that he had to!

 He patted her butt in an approving gesture and slid his fingers down the crack of her ass straight to her pussy, now slick with her own juices. Just that light touch sent spasms of ecstasy through her and she tightened her ass cheeks to keep from squirming, demanding more. In reward, he dipped his finger inside her sopping hole, fingernail grazing slick walls in a spine tingling caress.

 She couldn't stop the shiver, that telltale shudder of need. His hand left her pussy and landed on her ass, a loud smack that shot pain into her pleasure for a  strangely intimate undeniable pairing. Her pussy clenched, denied its treasure, and she wanted to cry, the ache in her throat unbearable. Please, I'll do better. Please! She dared not beg aloud. Her own mind was safe, but no words were uttered. However, he seemed to know and his hand returned to hot tortured flesh begging for his touch once more.

 Rubbing harder, finger dipping deeper inside, he increased the friction, the tension coiling inside until orgasm was imminent. Panting, gasping for breath, she clenched her teeth to keep from moaning in ecstasy. Not yet, she begged her body. Don't come yet. He doesn't.... Barely, she managed to head off the explosion, pussy clenched so tight it squeezed his finger the way she yearned to squeeze his cock!

 A second finger joined the first in a slow, approving caress. Two fingertips probed her vagina, sliding along the walls to zero in on that knot of nerves guaranteed to make her whimper. She held her breath, anticipation a sharp sword in her gut. If he touches me there.... Her eyes closed in desperation, part of her aching for that touch and part of her knowing what it would do. I'll come and he'll punish me. Deep down, though, she craved the punishment as well as the pleasure, entwining the two into something inseparable.

 As though sensing her dilemma, he withdrew, denying her the pleasure and the punishment. A sigh escaped her but not from relief. He released her hands and they flopped on the mattress next to her. He kissed the small of her back and then nipped her skin in tiny little bites all the way down her ass, between her legs to her pussy. Jerking her hips, he repositioned her with legs splayed on either side of his broad shoulders. A single stroke of his tongue nearly sent her into orbit before she clamped her teeth on her lower lip. Barely in control of her raging libido, she pushed her hands up under her to lever her body off the mattress.

 He withdrew so fast, her heart slammed against her ribs. His hands left her, his breath no longer warmed her pussy, and a cold, bereft sensation swept through her so intense tears gathered in her eyes. What...?

 Cool air drifted over her body, goose bumps rising as her skin prickled. She froze, expecting the crack of his palm on her ass. Silence lingered, tension stretching so tight it might snap like a rubber band. Tremors shot through her but she only stared at the pillow. Don't look! Oh god, what do I do? Is he...

 In a blinding flash she knew. You moved, dummy and he stopped...that's the real punishment! Slow and easy, she put her hands behind her back, settling on her chest once more on the bed. Twining her fingers together, she held her hands as though handcuffed and waited, breath held, for approval.

That terrible silence lingered until she had to wonder if he had vanished again, too irate with her disobedience to stay. Difficult as it was, she ignored the strongest desire to look, every muscle so tense aches began to develop.

 Bedclothes rustled and the mattress shifted as he returned to the bed, his heat swamping her once more. That rough hand swept a slow caress over her back and she basked in the warm glow of his approval, desire pulsing through her. A low rumbling purr escaped her, and she arched her back in a slow glide under his hand. Hand on her shoulder, he urged her onto her back.

 Looking up into startling emerald eyes, she craved him, soul deep, with every cell in her body. That piercing stare held her attention until he dropped his gaze to her breasts, heaving with every breath. Again, anticipation curled in her belly, coiling like a rattle snake about to strike.  In slow motion, he shifted, finger circling her nipple without touching it. The sensitive tip of her breast rose on its own, yearning for his touch but not daring to ask for it.

 The breath caught in her throat as he drew smaller and smaller circles but never touched her nipple. She gritted her teeth to keep from thrusting her breast into his hand, seeking the touch he denied her. Only the softening of his mouth from its stern line indicated his satisfaction, but her heart skipped a beat at the impact of that minute sign of satisfaction. Her pussy twitched, as though saying 'get on with it already!' but she ignored her body's cravings. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across the very tip of her nipple, an insubstantial contact that sent lightning sizzling through her .

 His hand roamed down her stomach, fingers gliding slow and soft through the crisp curls guarding her pussy. Her thighs clenched and she swallowed hard, seeking a distraction. She watched him, gaze drifting over that hard muscular chest, sprinkled with crisp dark hairs, over washboard flat stomach, and finally lingering on hard male flesh.

 I want...  Lifting her hand, she reached tentatively for him, positive he wanted her to reciprocate. To her surprise, he pulled his tongue from her nippled and his hand from her pussy, and pushed her hand back to the mattress. Her gaze snapped to his eyes and he shook his head.

 She pouted, confused. What man didn't want his dick stroked and then sucked? Her hand dropped to the mattress, disappointment a sharp pain in her gut. Drawn to him, she looked at his rigid cock again, mouth watering for just a taste even as his hand returned to stroke her pussy into spasms and his mouth closed over her nipple. She clamped her teeth on her lower lip, disappointed. All the pleasure he brought her couldn't assuage the aching need to give him pleasure, to watch his eyes burn with desire, with need just for her. She needed to know he burned for her, that her touch filled him with the same pleasure he had given her, over and over again. His pleasure became hers, the desire to please him her only quest in the world. New pleasure, deeper and more intense, burned in her breast, focused on him rather than her own body.

 At last, he shifted, that hard cock thrusting along her hip demanding her touch. Elated, she curled her hand around his thick rigid flesh, stroking fast and hard along his length. He frowned and shook his head, pulling back slowly until she nearly lost her grip. Understanding dawned and she softened her grasp, slowing her strokes until she reached the slow easy rhythm he demanded. Long, deep, sliding caresses warmed her hand on his cock and sent tremors through her at the thought of his pleasure. Looking into his eyes, her own widened at the passion blazing in those emerald orbs. Oh man!

 She tightened her grip while maintaining the easy rhythm as that raging fire blazed hotter. Raw heat emanated from his body, swamping her as stimulating fingers moved faster and deeper in her pussy. Not to be distracted from his pleasure by her own, she shifted position and licked the tip of his cock. A low groan escaped him before he twined his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her away from his cock, her hand still sliding over that hard flesh.

 No sucking. She sighed and then quelled her disappointment. Stroking him, she realized when the head of his cock flared how close he was to coming. He throbbed, growing even harder and larger in her hand.  To feel that inside me, my pussy clenching so tight around him, he would....  

 Images filled her mind, him buried deep inside her as he erupted, splashing hot cum all over the spasming walls of her pussy as ecstasy washed over him. Imagining his pleasure instead of hers spurred desire to new heights. She tightened her hand further, long hard strokes from base to tip and back again putting an ache in her fist. She ignored his ministrations as much as possible, seeking only his pleasure, only him deep inside as he claimed his release. He grew in her hand, impossibly bigger, impossibly harder, the flared head bulging as his balls drew up tight to his body. 

 His fingers plunged deep into her pussy, in and out, faster and faster. Pleasure rocked her but only as she looked up at his face, tight with the effort of control. She visualized again him coming deep inside her pussy, letting the image gel in her mind, some instinct driving her. Ecstasy etched his face as, eyes closed, he grimaced and his cock exploded in her hand, jets of hot cum spurting all over her side, scorching her skin where it landed. 

. His fingers slowed and then stilled inside her. Staring into his eyes, she swallowed hard and her heart lurched. The tension radiating from him and the sheer satisfaction on his face promised her much more to come, though she wouldn't come yet.  The sudden spark in his eyes promised she would come, eventually, but only when he allowed it. Some perverse part of her relished the anticipation of reward even as curiosity flared. What is he doing to me? And why am I enjoying this perversion so much?

 Those full sensuous lips curved in a slow smile and he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Inner muscles clenched in protest and she barely stopped herself from pouting. Instead, she peered up at him, awaiting his next move, or instructions, without a word.

He said nothing, only gripped her ankles and pulled her further down the bed. Without explanation, he lunged, capturing her hands to plant them on the pillow above her head. She tugged, wanting to touch all of that glorious skin looming over her, and he tightened his grip, telling her without words what he wanted. Twining her fingers together, she lay perfectly still, hands way above her head. The position settled her full breasts more prominently under his stare and a warm flush spread over her from head to toe as he took in her entire naked body.

Every muscle tensed as she lay under his frank perusal, that roaming stare missing nothing as she refrained from squirming, or reaching for him despite the overwhelming urge to grab the cock she so desperately wanted inside her. He poked her inner thigh with his finger and she opened her legs. He nudged again and she spread them wider, exposing her to his avaricious stare. Her pussy spasmed, inner muscles clamoring to lock around hard flesh. Though she said nothing, her eyes locked on his, begging for just the smallest touch he might bestow on her. 

 Leaning over her, he blew warm air over her clit. She shivered, unable to stop the instant reaction. He covered her eyes with his hand and she sucked in a sharp breath, only releasing it when he moved his hand away. Staring at him, she held back a moan when he covered her eyes again. The third time, she closed her eyes and kept them closed when he removed his hand. Fingers trailed around her breasts, flicking her nipples so her skin prickled in anticipation.

 Vision severely curtailed, aware only of varying shades of gray behind her eyelids, every touch stirred her senses even more: a light stroke, a soft caress, a butterfly light wisp of breath as he leaned over her. He overloaded her senses until every nerve screamed for more.

 She longed to touch him, to explore without sight every nuance of his body. Her arms shifted, fingers loosening their grip as her hands parted. He pulled his hand away from her sensitized skin. A light swat across her pussy lips, her clit, shattered her senses and her eyes flew open in shock. Pain mingled with pleasure until she couldn't tell the difference, craving anything and everything, slight pain or pleasure or that curious mix of the two that left her reeling.

 Frowning, he let his hand hover over her pussy as she stared at him, lips parting, stomach clenched in anticipation. He swatted her again and her pussy spasmed, tension gripping her nerves. Her sensitized skin demanded more of that delicious sensation. Reaching past her, he grabbed the other pillow and dropped it lightly on her face. His hand left her ultra sensitive skin and cool air drifted over her body. Shit! She quickly clasped her hands together once more above her head and closed her eye, a toss of her head sending the pillow skittering off her face.

 He rubbed her pussy, a slow tender caress that melted her heart and her senses into gooey puddles. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, she gripped her own fingers to keep from placing her hand on his and forcing him to rub harder. Thigh muscles tightened so as not to lift up to him but she couldn't stop the quiver of her thighs. Picking up the pace, he pressed his thumb to her clit and pushed his finger into her vagina, rubbing a series of enticing, mind blowing circles over those inner muscles. Fire consumed her, drove her but she managed not to move, not to do anything that would make him stop the sensual torture. So much more... Indescribable... I may never have sex with my eyes open again!  Butterfly light flicks over her inner thigh sent sharp tendrils of deep need spiraling through her. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to egg him on, not to beg for him.

 Ultra sensitive skin on her inner thighs prickled as he leaned over her. Warm breath fluttered the curls guarding her deepest secrets, secrets he'd breached without effort. Oh man! Everything is so much more... so intense... I cant' see but... More! 

 Hands clamped around her quivering thighs, tense with the effort not to shift in restless abandon, as he slid his tongue along the moist folds of her pussy, up and down, over and over again until her belly quivered. Heat, like a huge lava ball, crashed over her. Tears welled under her eyelids and her body melted, pliant to whatever he chose to do to her.

 He stroked her clit and fire shot along every nerve. Tension coiled so tight orgasm threatened her precarious self-control. She clamped her mouth shut and tightened her hands' grip on each other, legs tensing so as not to clamp around his head. Finally, he drove his tongue into her pussy, thumb massaging her clit, and still she denied the orgasm spiraling through her. Two fingers pinched the small nub of pleasure as his tongue withdrew and drove in again, lapping at the juices gathering there in preparation for full blown release. More tears gathered behind her closed eyelids, leaking from the corners of her eyes. Oh god, I can't hold it any longer. Her stomach ached from the effort not to come, to deny herself the ecstasy he built deep inside her. Unable to hold back, tension snapped and ecstasy exploded deep inside her, spreading like tidal waves in a pond through her entire body. She shuddered, quivered, and cried out loud. “Oh my god, yes!”

 Wave after wave crashed over her in the most intense orgasm she ever experienced in her life. With it, realization dawned and she opened her eyes, a tentative lift of her eyelids. I couldn't help myself. I didn't wait for...

 Her frantic gaze flew to his dark head between her thighs and she blinked, teeth clamped on her lower lip as she awaited punishment for her transgression. He lifted his head, pure satisfaction in his eyes and she knew. I came because he let me! Gratitude swept over her and tears gathered once more. Oh thank you. Thank you!

 A warm glow settled over as he moved up beside her and she finally let her hands part to rest on the mattress at her side. Curling up beside him, she rested her head on his shoulder, thrilling to the caress of his warm hand on her bare arm. A wave of fatigue washed over her and her eyelids drooped. She forced them open to look at him, basking in the warm glow of his approval and the satisfaction etched on his face. As much as she wanted to just look at him, her eyes wouldn't stay open. Drowsy, beyond tired, she slid into sleep with his heart beating in her ears.

Part III

 Lindsey woke to a pleasant ache and an unusual sense of satisfaction. Late afternoon sunlight streamed through her bedroom window as she stretched under the blanket like a lazy contented cat. His presence swamped her, enticed her, and she reached for him only to encounter empty space. Huh? Listening hard, she heard nothing. No shower running or other sounds indicated his presence in her house. Where did he go now?

 Disappointment stabbed deep as she rolled to the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the threadbare gray carpet. Glancing around the white-walled dull room, she spotted no evidence he had ever been there as she stood up. Something fluid had dried on her skin. Peering at her side, she knew. It was real. I didn't dream him. He was here and he snuck out like a thief in the night. Disappointment faded and anger rose, taking her by surprise. “What the fuck does he think he's doing? Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?”

 She stormed into the bathroom and turned the shower on with a vicious twist of her wrist. Peering at her reflection over the cracked porcelain sink, she scowled. Bastard. Who does he think he is? Mr.... Drawing a complete blank on the man's name, she stared at herself, running the night's events through her mind. Her face flushed red and she grimaced. You never asked his name? Oh you idiot! You let him do all that, even make you obey... And you let him do that! Tearing herself from the reproachful face in the mirror, she climbed under the hot spray of water, scrubbing her body in the hopes of ridding herself of him.

 It didn't work. As her hands lathered soap on her skin, memories crowded her mind and she drifted into a haze of lust. Sensations crawled through her; his hands on her, his mouth, until she closed her eyes and imagination put him right there in the shower with her, his cock plunging deep until he came with such force, she came again.

 Her eyes flew open under the hot spray and she quickly turned the knob until only cold water pelted her without mercy. The heat died quickly and she bolted from the shower, hastily turning off the water before toweling dry. A sharp glance at the mirror,  her disapproving scowl, and she left the bathroom to drag on underwear, jeans and a t-shirt. As she searched for her sneakers, denim rubbed her ass, the discomfort a marked reminder of his spankings. Her face flushed hot as she ditched the jeans and rummaged through the tiny cramped closet. Finally, she pulled on a black skirt that dropped to mid-thigh, wriggled into pantyhose against the October chill, and found to pair of fairly knew, rarely worn low black heels. A white blouse in exchange for the t-shirt completed her efforts.

 Dressed, she headed straight to the kitchen where, naturally, she had to wait for the coffee to brew. One of these days I'll get a coffee pot with a timer, when the bills don't take most of my paycheck. Minutes later, mind scrambled, she poured the first, bitterly strong cup and drank it straight black. Somehow the caffeine rich beverage soothed her nerves and she stopped fuming, at herself, at least. Not ready yet to excuse his behavior, she nevertheless forgave herself for not even getting his name.

 Attempting to put him out of her mind, she grabbed a note pad and made a list of errands to run before work. She drank half the pot of coffee before her mind cleared of its sex-induced haze. She sighed, catching her reflection in the gleaming silver surface of the toaster on her kitchen counter. The satisfied gleam in those blue eyes surprised her and she stared at the image of a well-fucked, well-satisfied woman who spent the night exactly the way she desired. Even the anger began to subside as she studied her reflection, marveling at the overnight change in her own demeanor. Well... Guess he wasn't such a bad sort after all. Maybe he'll call? She blinked. You idiot! You didn't give him your name, either! Serves you right if you never see him again! Damn it. You are an idiot! You didn't bother to use a condom! She slapped a hand to her forehead and groaned. “See where thinking with your pussy gets you? No telling what he gave you besides four mind blowing orgasms!”

 Determined to find her wayward one night stand lover, to clear up the health issue, she drove to the shopping center in the middle of the small agricultural town of Wilcox.

Slipping out of the car, her ankle twisted slightly and she clutched the top of the car, righted herself, glancing around the parking lot to ensure no one noticed her mishap. That's what I get for wearing heels! Not used to these. Slow and careful, she negotiated the parking lot, avoiding the rough bumps and dips, and larger potholes all the way to the grocery store entrance.

 Confident of that, at least, she stepped into the store and promptly caught her heel on the metal strip of the threshold. Looking around, she spotted a snickering preteen and a couple of younger boys staring at her. One pointed and laughed as heat suffused her face. She sighed and pulled her heel from the floor. Snagging a cart, she ignored all other store patrons and the people who worked in the building as she made her way toward the fresh produce section. Fresh salad vegetables and a jar of blue cheese dressing in the basket of her cart, she trundled toward the baked goods, carefully watching the men around her, but spotting no one familiar.

 Disappointment settled over her as she slid picked up a roll of summer sausage. Eying the cylindrical shape, she slid her thumb over the package, reminiscent of his cock, and not much bigger... Stop it! She dropped the sausage and hurried to the bakery, finding the loaf of French bread she wanted right away.

 Holding the loaf in her hand, she slid her fingertip over the wrinkled wrapper and thought of him, the way he slid inside her and.... Oh god! A rustle of movement beside her and she looked up at the bakery attendant. Mortified, she flushed hot and knew her face turned beet red. She tossed the bread in her cart and hurried away, glancing over her shoulder to see him staring after her. 

 After that, she saw them everywhere, phallic shapes all too reminiscent of him, of his cock and she couldn't pick something up without blushing like a schoolgirl, or glancing around to see if anyone saw her, noticed her reaction to something as simple as a can of soup, that was no where near as big as he... In the pharmaceutical section, she made  her way to the condom display and stopped, But she stepped wrong and stumbled on the loathsome heel. Grabbing the shelf to save herself from an embarrassing header into the shelving unit, she wrapped her hand around a package of large size condoms. Cheeks on fire, she grabbed the package and buried it under the salad items in the cart basket and then rushed as fast as the dreaded heels could carry her to the check out stand.

 Standing in line, she fidgeted from foot to foot, on alert to possible stumbles and injury as she looked into her cart, avoiding any potential looks from other shoppers. She emptied her cart onto the conveyor and shuffled forward, still looking down at the counter top rather than at the price display. Skin prickling under the uncomfortable heat of humiliation, she ignored everything until the cashier gave her the total of her purchases. Fishing her wallet out of her purse, she counted out the required amount and as she replaced the wallet, caught the interested stare of the young bagger.

 All the spit dried out of her mouth and she gulped. The kid dropped the condoms on the counter, missing the bag entirely and Lindsey nearly fainted. His gaze dropped to the small package and even he blushed fiery red, his gaze shooting to her face. His Adams apple bobbed up and down for a moment before he mumbled something that might have been “sorry” and put the package in the bag. Lindsey took her change, grabbed the cart handle and all but ran out of the store.

 Ten minutes later, fingers actually trembling on the steering wheel, she pulled into her parking spot and turned off the car. Letting out a slow, relieved breath, she climbed out of the car and, in two trips, got all of her groceries into the apartment. Fast and efficient, she soon had groceries put away and a few cleaning supplies in the linen closet. That left just toiletries, which she carried into the bathroom in the plastic grocery bag. After setting the bag on the counter by the sink, she put things into the medicine cabinet and the drawer to the right of the sink. She reached into the bag for the last item and pulled out the small package. Ribbed for her pleasure, she read, eyes skimming the outer cardboard. Large. Her pulse scrambled and the memory of that hard length plowing deep into flooded her senses. Her pussy clenched, dampening with need.  She squinted the package. Hmm, is it large enough? 

 Reaching for the medicine cabinet door, she glanced at her reflection Lust burned in her eyes, glowed on her face, and she blinked, stunned by the transformation from mousy waitress to sexy woman, even without sexy clothes and glamorous cosmetics. That can't be me, she mused, leaning so close her breath fogged a small spot on the mirror. How can I look like...Cause he fucked you but good last night...and you want him to do it again. Maybe he'll be in tonight. “Hmm, well, I found him at work. Stands to reason he'd show up there again if he wants to see me.” What if he doesn't? She gnawed her lower lip and then shook her head in a firm gesture. “He wanted you last night.”   

 With that in mind, she put the condom package in the medicine cabinet and closed the mirrored door. Hope lingered, anticipation churning her stomach as she ate a light supper and then climbed into her car, heading for work as the sun set over the distant mountains.