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Sow's Ear

By: TxRad



Strange things happen at the strangest times. Last week a client of mine gave me a ticket to the opera. Why I don't know, but he did. Me at an opera would be a terrible thing to consider from anyone's point of view, especially mine. Now don't get me wrong, I love music, all kinds of music with maybe the exception of acid rock, rap, and hard opera. The idea of a fat lady belting out a story in song and in a foreign language to boot is just not my cup of tea. 

The only reason I even accepted the ticket was that he is a good customer. I figured I could give it away later. When I asked why he didn't go, he told me he had to be out of town on business and anyway his ex wife had the other ticket. I hadn't even known he was married, much less recently divorced.

*****

Checking the ticket, I found out the opera was Saturday night at eight. Now that it was Saturday afternoon and I hadn't found anyone to give the ticket to, I felt bad about taking it in the first place. Several people were interested but wanted a pair of tickets, not just one. 

Sandy, one of the people I thought might want the ticket jokingly said, "Why don't you go? You would definitely meet a better grade of people than you would in here tonight." 

We were sitting in the local bar and she was right about that, this is not the classiest place in the world, that's for sure. But still, me at the opera, who's kidding whom here? Then I got to thinking about the ex wife. Well that got my curiosity up and that's a hard cat to kill.

*****

Back at the house I checked out my closet, what exactly does one wear to the opera? Tails and a top hat crossed my mind; I got a good laugh out of that. With a little digging and a lot of head scratching, I finally settled on black rancher slacks, the gold pin stripped shirt I had gotten married in years ago, a bolo tie, my good ostrich boots, a light tan pigskin coat, and a whisky colored Stetson. 

After a quick shower and shave, I got dressed. Looking at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, I had to grin and shake my head, talk about the sow's ear trying to be a silk purse. I hadn't been this dressed up since I couldn't remember. I know it's been a long, long time. I didn't look bad for a fifty something member of the over the hill gang. The only problem was that my pony tail looked out of place with the outfit. I took the holder off it and brushed my hair out. With the hat back on I thought it looked better but what the hell do I know.

Checking the clock, I figured I had time for at least one quick drink before I headed for the big city. Somehow I figured this was going to be very sobering experience so I might as well start with a little buzz. 

*****

Walking into the bar dressed this way was shocking to my friends to say the least. Levies and a tee shirt were normal, levies and a western shirt maybe, when there was a band but this was something no one around here had ever seen. I expected laughs and catcalls but not total silence. 

By the time I reached the other end of the bar, that's what I had, everyone's attention. Mary Anne, the bartender just stood and stared with her mouth hanging slightly open. 

"Can I have a Jack and water, in a tall glass please?" I asked. She continued to stare for another second before turning to get the glass and when she turned back, she went back to staring as she mixed the drink. 

I looked around the room and then back at Mary Anne, "Can't a fella get dressed up without everyone making a big deal out of it? Come on folks, I'm still me under this get up."

Mary Anne grinned and said, "Damn, you sure are pretty when you get cleaned up. I'm going to have to pay more attention from now on." 

This brought a chuckle if not a full laugh from most everyone in the room. Mary Anne had chased me for years but I had somehow avoided capture and planned on keeping it that way. Don't get me wrong; Mary Anne is a nice lady and quite good looking but she's way to bossy for my taste. 

I moved down to the other end of the bar and found a stool. In the next thirty minutes, I think every woman in the place made a point to stop by and say something; this even included a few married ones. I thought maybe I needed to finish my drink and head out before a husband or boyfriend decided I was trying to cut in on their time.

*****

Several times on the way to the opera house, I almost turned around and went home. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that my old truck was a little out of place to say the least. I parked between a new Mercedes and a fancy SUV that had never seen dirt in its life. 

Getting out of the truck, I took a deep breath and headed toward the place, thinking I would at least give these folks a good laugh. 

At the door a nice looking young lady checked my ticket and was even nice enough to give me directions to my seat. I found my seat with no problem; it was in the balcony, stage right. As I sat down I noted that I still had twenty minutes to show time and grinned as I wondered if I could get a bag of popcorn. 

The place was filling up fast down below but there were only a few scattered groups up here and no one near me. As the lights dimmed there was still no sign of the ex wife, so I settled back to try and enjoy the show. Much to my surprise, it was in English. 

About half way through the first act, someone sat down beside me. Glancing over to my left I came eye to eye with a stunning redhead. I nodded politely and returned my attention to the stage. Not my full attention mind you, as my mind replayed the image of the gorgeous woman next to me over and over in a loop. The subtle smell of her perfume wasn't helping matters in the least. Gradually my mind settled down and I got back into the story unfolding on stage. 

*****

There was a short intermission after the first act so they could change sets I guess. The lights came up about half way, so I took another glance over at the lady next to me. She was even more stunning with the lights on. If this was the ex wife, then my client was the biggest fool I'd ever met for letting her get away. 

She had her red hair up in curls and very little makeup. With her skin and bone structure she didn't need it. A thin diamond choker set off her long neck. There was no problem figuring out what held up the little strapless black dress she wore. A part of my mind wondered what kept those puppies from jumping out though. 

The dress ended just above her knees, which were crossed and I couldn't help but notice the high heel shoe on her right foot as she moved it back and forth. An obvious sign to me that her motor was running and there was a lot of energy stored up in that body.

She was one hot lady let me tell you. I tried to be as subtle as I could, looking her over and I thought I had gotten away with it, until she leaned over toward me and whispered, "Do you like what you see?"

I grinned for a second and replied, "Yes Ma'am, very, very much. You are one fine looking lady."

She chuckled and said, "Thank you, flattery will get you everywhere, cowboy."

Looking over at her, I grinned and asked, "Everywhere?"

She laughed and then covered her mouth and looked around. Looking back at me she said, "You're a bold one aren't you? I'd heard stories of the American cowboys but always considered them just that, tall tales."

I stared at her, as I let what she said sink in, she was obviously not from here, but I could detect no accent, so I asked, "And where did you hear these stories?"

Grinning she replied, "London, Paris, Rome. The usual places where people gossip and let little things slip."

"Well, I wouldn't know much about all those places as my horse can't swim to well," I shot back. She laughed again and looked around to see if anyone noticed. 

When she looked back, I stuck out my hand and said, "My names Dan."

Taking my hand she asked, "Do you want the whole thing or just what my friends call me?"

Grinning I answered, "Both, and your phone number too, if I can find a pen."

A look of surprise crossed her face and then she laughed again. "You are quite cheeky, aren't you? You might be sorry you asked for the whole thing though. Carmen Elisabeth O'Malley O'Brien. Isn't that just a mouth full?"

I chuckled as a vision of my mouth full of her and vies versa flashed across my minds eye. I recognized the last part as the last name of my client. "Spanish, English, and Irish. That's quite a combination of names." 

Pausing to grin, I reached inside my jacket and pulled out a pen. "Now, what do your friends call you and what's that phone number?" I held the pen above my left palm ready to write.

She looked at me for a long second then asked, "You're serious aren't you?" When I nodded she continued, "My friends call me Irish. I'm tempted to give you the number, but I think I'll wait and see how the rest of the evening goes."

Still grinning, I clicked the pen closed and slowly returned it to my pocket saying, "Dang, so close, yet so far. Maybe by the end of the evening, I may not need it."

She looked puzzled for a moment, but before she could ask anything, the lights dimmed for the second act. The second act was probably as good as the first, but I just couldn't get into it as thoughts of the young woman next to me kept making a better show in the back of my mind. After a few minutes, I had to shift in my seat to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in the front of my slacks from an expansion problem. 

As I settled back down Carmen laid her hand on top of mine where it rested on the armrest. When she gave it a little squeeze, I looked over at her, to see her smiling. After a second, she looked back at the stage, taking the hint I did the same. Only by now I had lost the story line.

*****

When the second act ended, I would have left if I had been by myself. Of course, if I was by myself, I wouldn't have the problems that I had. As the lights came up I looked over at Carmen and smiled. If she only knew some of the thoughts going through my mind, she would slug me and probably yell for the cops.

When Carmen said, "A penny for your thoughts." I broke up; I just plain lost it and laughed my ass off. She sat there looking at me as if I was crazy. 

When I finally calmed down she asked, "What did I say that was so funny?"

Then it dawned on me that I had to explain my reaction somehow. After some quick mental gymnastics I settled on the truth, all she could do was really slap me and get mad. On the other hand, there was the possibility that she might be flattered by the whole thing. 

With a mental shrug I said, "Just before you said that, I was thinking to myself, what you might do if you knew what thoughts I had been having about you. Needless to say, what you said struck me as hysterical."

She looked at me for a long moment and then asked, "What about me did you think was so funny?" 

I looked at her for a second as I realized that she didn't have a clue as to what I had just said. Just as I was about to try to explain it to her, the light dawned in her eyes. 

"Oh!" she said as her eyes went wider. "Oh my, you weren't thinking funny things were you?" She looked at me for a long moment and then before I could reply she said, "I take it your mind was being very explicit, sexually that is." 

When I nodded, she said "Oh, my," and looked away.

I mentally shook my head, thinking I had really blown it but then again nothing ventured, nothing gained had always been my motto. I always seemed to find my mouth to be the best place to park my foot. 

When she glanced back at me, I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

She looked at me for a long time and then said, "I have a problem in that I'm not sure whether to be offended or intrigued." When I didn't say anything she went on, "I was flirting with you before, so I can't say it was all your fault. I've just never met anyone who admitted to such things in my presents. I guess I was just taken aback by your straight forwardness. I shouldn't have been, after all the stories about you cowboys I've heard."

I had to chuckle at that, I also had a confession to make. "I'm not really a cowboy, I work in the oil field and I'm from Texas so I dress this way. I'm just an old country boy visiting the big city."

She looked at me for a second and then smiled. "There's nothing wrong with oil field work. I have two brothers that work on platforms in the North Sea. There's not a rowdier bunch around, or a better bunch of men to know. They are the ones who told me most of the stories about the men from Texas. When I married my husband that's what I thought I was getting. Little did I know he was more civilized than any English gentleman I had ever met." She ended with a laugh.

When the lights started to dim for the third act she said quickly, "Before I have time to think about this, lets get out of here and go somewhere fun."

I was on my feet in a flash and held out my hand to her. With a big grin on my face, I said, "Sounds like a plan to me."

*****

In the parking lot, she hesitated for a second as I opened the door to my old truck. Luckily I had cleaned it out a few days before or I think she would have changed her mind. The old truck is kind of ragged but it's mechanically sound and not exactly stock. She had a forced smile on her face as I got in, which turned into a grin when I fired up the motor. I let it warm up for a minute, listening to its rumble and feeling the vibrations even in the seat. 

I backed out and let it idle across the parking lot. 

Cocking her head to one side, she said, "My oldest brother has a racing car that doesn't sound as good as this old thing."

I chuckled and replied, "It's only old on the outside, underneath is what counts and I've got a lot of time invested in making this thing run. The motor and transmission are out of an early model Corvette."

"Why didn't you put it in a newer vehicle?" She asked as she turned in the seat to face me, bringing her left knee up onto the seat. The short skirt had ridden up to mid thigh and I can tell you she had a pair of long beautiful legs.

As I pulled out onto the street and applied some power, the truck jumped forward. I caught second gear and it jumped again. I eased it into third and backed off as I approached the red light. The pipes rumbled for a second as it slowed. 

The light changed and I went on at the speed limit. I glanced at her to see a big grin on her face. I smiled and answered her question as best I could. "Well, I had this truck when I found the motor in a junk yard and decided to rebuild it. A little later the motor died in this thing, so I stuffed the rebuilt one in." I chuckled for a second and said. "I guess it just never crossed my mind to put it in something better or newer. I had a truck so I used what I had." 

I stopped at the next red light and asked her with a big grin on my face, "What kind of fun do you want to have?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "Slow down cowboy, what would you normally be doing if you hadn't come to the opera? By the way, what were you doing there? It doesn't seem to be your cup of tea, if you'll pardon my saying so."

I laughed as I made a left turn and headed toward the freeway. "You've got that right, a client of mine gave me the ticket as he was going to be out of town."

She looked at me hard for a second and then asked, "That wouldn't be Jimmy O'Brien by any chance would it?"

Oh shit, I thought to myself, I'm getting old. That's twice tonight that I've let cats out the bag. I decided to brave it out saying, "Well, yes it was, how did you know? Oh, wait a minute; your last name is O'Brien. Holy shit, don't tell me I'm running around with the wife of a client. I didn't even know Jimmy was married."

She laughed and replied, "Ex wife, thank you and very few people did know we were married until after the divorce. Like I said earlier, he wasn't nearly the man I thought he was."

I glanced at her as I accelerated up onto the freeway. The grin was back on her face as I ran up through the gears to seventy miles per hour by the end of the on ramp. Traffic was light so I held it there. I glanced over at her again and said, "I don't know him that well, I do some computer work for him. He does seem to be a pretty laid back kind of guy." Glancing her way again I grinned and finished, "And not to smart, if he let a great looking woman like you get away."

She chuckled and said, "There you go with that flattery again." 

Keeping my eyes on the road, I let a big grin cross my face again. This caused her to chuckle. After a few minutes silence she asked, "Where are we going? Are you taking me to your usual place? The place you go most every Saturday night."

I laughed at that and replied, "I don't think so. You'd look like a diamond in a coal bin in that place and I'd have to kill about ten guys to keep your honor safe. Those old boys up where I live haven't ever seen anyone like you, especially dressed in that outfit." I paused for a moment and then said, "Of course about half the men there, would die of heart attacks just from looking at you and half the women would die of jealousy. No, I don't think they're ready for you and vise versa."

Laughing she said, "You might be surprised. I've hung around some rough pubs with my brothers, years ago. I think I could handle myself."

Glancing at her, I replied, "I didn't ever doubt that you couldn't. It's the locals around where I live that I'm worried about." She laughed and slowly shook her head. 

"There's this small bar north of town that I occasionally visit on the way back home from the city. It has a band on Saturday nights and it's a fairly nice place as dancehalls go."

About ten miles farther on I got off the freeway and circled back to the Wagon Wheel. As I pulled into the parking lot I wondered if this was really a good idea. Too late now, I told myself.

*****

I paid our way in at the door and escorted Carmen across the room to an empty table near the back. The place was packed; I hadn't ever been in here on Saturday night and never this late any night. I was surprised at the number of people. I only knew one of the bartenders and that was only by sight. 

Our waitress came over to get our drink order and I ordered my usual Jack and water. Carmen looked at me a second and said, "I usually drink wine or occasionally a beer but I don't have any idea what I should order."

After a little discussion and several questions to the waitress, she settled on a wine cooler. The band was on break so we talked ourselves through several drinks by the time they returned to the bandstand. They kicked it off with a waltz, so I asked Carmen to dance. 

I think I surprised her. For a big guy, I'm fairly light on my feet. The next song was a two step and when I asked her to dance again she said she didn't know how, so I told her I'd teach her. After several bad starts, she took off the heels and things progressed better. 

The last dance of the set was a slow belt buckle polishing number. This was the first chance I'd really had to hold her close and I must say she was a nice warm arm full. I think the wine coolers were a little stronger than what she was used to because she snuggled up close with her arm inside my coat and her head against my shoulder. 

As we slowly moved across the floor, her body was pressed tighter and tighter to mine. By the end of the dance we were just barely moving, just standing in one spot, and swaying, hugging each other tightly. When the music ended we stayed that way for nearly a minute before we realized the dance was over. We both grinned at each other as we separated and headed back for the table. 

As the band took their last break, she leaned over and whispered, "I think I'm getting drunk."



Sow's Ear Ch. 02



Carmen had a week off and I was off between jobs. Now, just how convenient can that be? After the phone call from her ex husband and our little talk, I asked her if she wanted to get out of town for a few days. 

I told her, "Where I live isn't New York, but it does have its own charm and a hell of a lot less people."

It only took her a moment to decide but we were several hours getting on our way. Between a shower that got pretty passionate, and helping her decide what to pack it was interesting to say the least. She had no idea of what clothes she would need. 

Her vision of the country may have fit Europe, but that's a far cry from East Texas. She ended up with two small bags in the back of my old truck as we headed north, out of town. 

My jacket was hung behind the seat, with the top two buttons of my shirt unbuttoned and my sleeves rolled up, I was back to feeling human again. Carmen sat on the seat close up beside me, my hand resting lightly on her thigh. 

The tight white shorts she wore, showed off her long beautiful legs, which were curled up on the seat under her. The short-sleeved yellow blouse had a couple of buttons undone that allowed me a glimpse of her full breasts ever so often. 

When she had started to put a bra on earlier, I had asked her, "Why?" 

She had laughed and tossed it into her suitcase saying, "I hate those things, the only problem is my nipples; they make embarrassing little tents in my shirt."

I had chuckled and leaned over to suck on first one nipple and then the other, until I had them rock hard and standing at full attention. I stepped back and looked from one to the other and then up at her face. 

"I don't see a problem, we all have them, just some are larger and much prettier than others." 

She slipped on the blouse and buttoned it up. When I grinned, she ran her hands over the cloth covering her nipples and laughed. "Yes some are definitely bigger than others." 

I didn't say anything. I just reached up and unbuttoned the top button on the blouse, and one more. She looked down and grinned, before she said, "Jimmy would have a fit."

"So?" I asked. She laughed.

*****

When we passed the club where we had danced last night, Carmen said, "I liked that place, can we go there again some time?"

I grinned and replied, "Sure, anytime you want."

She laid her head on my shoulder and ran her hand up and down my thigh for a second before she said, "You had better be careful, you're well on your way to getting into deep trouble."

I rubbed her leg and grinned as I glanced over at her. "I've been in trouble ever since I first laid eyes on you at the Opera House. I ain't scared. Well, not much anyway."

She laughed and said, "Me too."

*****

About ten miles farther north, the city started to thin out and the real countryside began. I glanced over a Carmen and asked, "Do you want to take the direct route or the scenic route?"

She sat up and looked around before she replied, "I've seen this highway before and I wasn't impressed, so lets take the scenic trip." 

Turning, she grinned at me and added, "I might just show you some scenery of my own." When I grinned at her and squeezed her thigh, she reached up and unbuttoned another button on her blouse. 

A couple of miles farther down the road, I made a left onto a Farm to Market road, and we headed off into the piney woods that this area is famous for. Large tall pine trees grew thickly on both sides of the road. The shadows of the trees covered the road and splashes of sunshine flashed and flickered as we moved along. 

We passed a marker announcing a National Forest and the woods now looked like gardens, the underbrush had been burnt off earlier in the year and a thick carpet of green grass and young plants covered the open areas. 

Carmen was looking around and smiling broadly. She glanced at me and said, "This is very beautiful."

"Do you want to see it a lot closer?" I asked.

"Can we?"

I laughed and slowed the truck. At a narrow white rock park road, I turned and we drove slowly into the forest. I had hunted this area a number of years ago, so I knew where this road went. After about a mile, I turned right on another road and followed it until it came to a wooden bridge over a small creek. Just past the bridge, I pulled over and stopped at a wide spot. 

Opening the door I said, "Come on, let's take a walk." 

Carmen paused just long enough to slip on her sandals. As I closed the door, I said, "We're on the southern edge of the National Forest and it runs north, all the way to the lake where I live. There's a place down along this creek I want to show you. I think you'll like it."

I took her hand and we walked back toward the creek. Just short of it, I turned off into a narrow path and she followed along behind me for a short distance, until it widened out. Here past the underbrush by the road, the woods opened up. Tall trees with a carpet of deep pine straw on the ground, it was very open with a scattering of smaller light green trees.

"Oh, Dan, this is a wonderful place," she said in a whisper. 

I smiled and stopped walking, pulling her to me for a deep kiss. She returned the kiss with a growing passion as our hands explored each other's bodies. After a few moments, I stepped back and smiled at her as I reached out and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse. 

She watched me as I did it and then glanced around. I chuckled and said, "I wouldn't worry about anyone seeing you. It's a long ways to any houses and there's been no traffic on that road for a while."

She looked at me a moment and asked, "How do you know that?"

"It's been a week since we had rain in this area and our tire tracks were the only fresh ones in that sand strip, after we crossed the bridge." I answered. "So if we want to run around buck ass naked, we can and no one will be the wiser."

She laughed and covered her mouth, a quirk of hers that I found so endearing. "You wouldn't dare," she said and then she asked, "Would you?"

I chuckled and started to unbutton my shirt. "I will, if you will."

She opened her mouth and then closed it, she paused a moment and looked around, and then she laughed, saying, "Why not." 

I had my shirt off and tossed it onto the pine needles by a large tree, her blouse landed on top of it. I slipped out of my boots and had started to undo my belt when she said, "You're really go to do it, aren't you?"

I unzipped the slacks and stepped out of them answering, "Yes, I am. There's something you don't know about me, I'm a nudist and always have been a nudist." I dropped the slacks onto the pile of clothes and took off my socks and underwear. Dropping them, I stood there looking at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

She looked at me for a moment before a grin broke out and she said, "What the hell, when in Rome and all that...." She let the sentence trail off as she undid her shorts and wiggled out of them. 

I hadn't realized that she had nothing on under the shorts. When I grinned at her, she laughed and said, "If I wasn't going to wear a bra, then panties seemed out of place also. I didn't know I would be romping around the woods in my birthday suit." She paused a moment and asked, "Did you plan this?"

I shook my head and said, "No, it's just one of those things that happen on the spur of the moment. I did want to show you something or rather some place and it seemed like the right time to tell you about my being a nudist. It wasn't something I wanted to just drop on you out of the blue. It's a life style and it's my life style so...." I let the sentence die out.

I reached out my hand to her. She paused long enough to drop the shorts onto the pile of clothes before she took it. I gave a little pull, she stepped forward into my arms, and we kissed. As the kiss grew more passionate, she pressed herself tightly against me. I let my hands roam freely over her back, sides, and ass. As I squeezed the two firm cheeks, pulling her even more tightly to my hardening member she whimpered and gave a little shiver. 

Shortly after that, she broke the kiss but continued to hug me tightly. "I've never made love in the woods before." I heard her whisper softly. "Just being nude here with you has me all excited and wanton."

I chuckled and wiggled my hips so my manhood rubbed on her belly before I said, "Well, you have no effect on me as you can plainly see."

She giggled and stepped back to look down at the thing poking at her belly. "Yes, I see that is the case. Here let me see if I can fix that." 

With that, she went down on one knee and quickly sucked the flared head between her lips, her tongue going wild over the sensitive flesh. I groaned loudly, my hands going to her head. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, her tongue swirling and flicking like mad. She was much more aggressive than she had been last night, more confident and demanding. 

I groaned again, my hips jerking and flexing on their own. She was literally attacking me and I felt my orgasm rising quickly, I was going to warn her, but it was too late. With a loud grunt, I came long and hard. I heard her whimper and then she groaned along with me as she came also. 

Her head had stopped moving up and down as she held me deep in her mouth, her tongue still twirling and flicking about. My hips were still jerking in little spasms even though I was drained. The feels she was creating were exquisite to the point of being almost painful. 

Slowly she eased me out of her mouth with a slurping sound and she spent several seconds licking and kissing the now tender and extremely sensitive head. 

She paused to look up at me, her face splitting into a big grin, before she said, "I think I'm getting the hang of that. What do you think?" 

I nodded my head slowly, unable to find my voice at that moment. 

She stood up, slipped her arms around me, and hugged me tightly. I returned the hug and tried to catch my breath; that had been one of the most intense orgasms of my life. 

After a minute, I whispered, "Oh, yes, you are learning fast." I paused for another couple of breaths and continued, "If you get any better, I'll die."

She giggled and said, "I feel better now, I was a little concerned that I had, had all those beautiful orgasms and you had only had the one. That makes up for the mind blowing one I had while I was on the phone, earlier today." 

I chuckled and moved back slightly so I could kiss her sweet lips. "Hmmm," I said, "You taste like me for some reason." 

She laughed and replied, "I should, you tried to drown me. Anyway, I like your taste." She paused a second and chuckled, "If Jimmy would have heard that, he would have a heart attack. He was so straight-laced and proper. I wonder at what he would think if he could see his trophy now, romping around in the wild woods, naked as the day she was born."

I laughed and said, "Now there's the feistiness I thought should be there somewhere under that red hair. All I've got to say on the subject is, his lose is my gain and I ain't trading back."

She laughed at that and hugged me tightly.

After a minute or so, she leaned back and asked, "Now what was it you were going to show me?"

I chuckled and replied, "It looks like I'm the one that got shown." She grinned at that as I stepped back and took her hand. "Come on, let's walk down this way."

"How about our clothes?" She asked.

"They'll be safe enough there. It's just a short walk to the place I want to show you."

We walked down along the creek for about three hundred yards, to a place where it dropped over a short waterfall into a large pond. The water was crystal clear and you could see the white sand bottom everywhere. 

Carmen just stood and stared for a few seconds and then whispered, "I love it, it's been a very long time since I've seen a place as pretty as this. How did you ever find it?" 

I explained how I used to hunt this area and that I had found it on a scouting trip. 

"Do you still hunt?" She asked.

"No, I gave it up after my last trip here, there were too many crazy people running around in the woods for me to feel safe. I just fish and camp now, occasionally I will come down here to swim and sunbathe. It's a nice, peaceful place, I can unwind here."

"You swim here? Could we go for a swim now?" She asked.

She was almost jumping up and down with anticipation. I couldn't say no, even if I had wanted to. I chuckled and said, "We don't have towels so we'll have to drip dry." 

She laughed and took my hand, as she headed for the water. As she waded into the cool water I said, "Be careful, it's deeper than it looks." 

When we were about waist deep, she released my hand and started to swim out toward the center of the pond. I stood there and watched her, her beautiful body slicing through the water with long strokes of her arms, her legs a fluttering shimmer under the clear water. About half way across, she stopped and treaded water for a few seconds, looking back at me with a broad grin on her face. 

With a laugh, she started a leisurely backstroke, back toward me. The sun glinting on the water just accented the beauty of her body gliding through it. The way her breasts rolled as each arm came up over her head for another stroke. The roll of her hips, just under the waters surface was very provocative to say the least as I could just see the flash of the red hair on her mound as it broke water from time to time. All in all, it was a good reason for my manhood to be semi hard by the time she stopped near me and stood up.

She grinned at me as she glanced down at my semi erection and then she said, "I think you are enjoying my swim as much as I am."

I chuckled and reached out, placing a hand on each of her hips as I kissed her lips softly. I let my hands roam over her hips and waist, enjoying the feel of her wet slick skin. After a moment I said, "What's not to enjoy? A very beautiful and sexy woman swimming around naked in a lake is a very good thing."

She smiled shyly and replied, "Beautiful? Me? I don't think so. Cute yes, but I'm too old to be beautiful."

I laughed and said, "I think the lady does protest too much, to quote someone, Shakespeare, I think." I kissed her again softly before I continued, "Take my word for it, you are very beautiful and very desirable."

Carmen put her arms around me and pressed her wet body against mine saying, "There you go with the flattery again, you know I love it." She paused a moment, looking into my eyes, and then continued. "I was beginning to have doubts about myself. Jimmy never said anything nice, after we were married. I felt like I was ignored except when there was a social function and then I was just decoration." 

She paused again and kissed me softly on the lips. "Since we've been separated, I've met a lot of men and most of them drool over me, which has helped the ego, but I hadn't found one that intrigued me. That is until you spoke to me at the Opera. You were so charming and totally out of place but having, a good time never the less. I liked your wit, humor, and honesty." She grinned and added, "Your lovemaking isn't bad either."

I laughed and said, "Now who's flattering whom?"

She grinned and kissed me lightly again. "Now I wouldn't do that, would I?" 

With that said, she spun around and dove toward deeper water. As she surfaced, she rolled over onto her back and floated; moving her arms and legs just enough to keep moving. 

"Come on, let's enjoy the water," she called.

With a grin, I dove in and swam out to join her. We spent over an hour playing like two kids in the water. Swimming, wrestling, and having water fights. Toward the end we were wrestling in chest deep water and Carmen wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, saying, "Enough, I'm pooped. Let's go sit on the shore and rest."

With a grin, I said, "Ok," and started to wade toward the bank. With my hands cupped under her well-rounded ass, I carried her out of the water and up onto the shore, with her laughing and protesting all the way. 

When I stopped walking, she released the grip with her legs and slid down to stand in front of me, my manhood trapped tightly between her upper thighs and her sex. Grinning she wiggled her hips and shifted her weight from foot to foot. My shaft pressed even tighter up against her slit.

"Hmmm," she said softly, "That feels good."

"I thought you wanted a rest," I said grinning.

She leaned her head against me and continued to move her hips as she replied, "Well I did, that is until I trapped this warm hard sausage in such an interesting place."

I chuckled and said, "Girl, you've already had that sausage for lunch. Speaking of which, I ain't had my lunch yet."

Carmen raised her head and grinned at me as her hips changed over to a back and forth movement. I could feel my manhood sliding smoothly up and down her slippery slit. 

"I think I have lunch almost ready," she whispered. "In fact if I'm not careful, all you'll end up with is leftovers." 

With a laugh, I moved back from her, withdrawing myself from between her legs. She shivered and then groaned as the head bumped against her clit on its way out. Her grip around my neck tightened for a few seconds and then relaxed as her eyes fluttered open. 

As they finally focused on my face, a shy smile flickered across her mouth. "Sorry Darling, but I'm afraid it's going to be leftovers."

I put my arms around her and held her close whispering, "That's all right, I love your leftovers, they are so sweet and tasty, juicy even." She giggled at that and snuggled closer.

After a long while, she gave a deep sigh, stepped back from me, and looked up into my eyes, a smile playing around the corners of her full mouth. Finally, she sighed again and said softly, "I've got a real problem. I'm falling for you hard and it scares me."

I smiled back at her and placed a hand on each of her shoulders. "I've had the same problem since early this morning, when I woke up and just lay there next to you, watching you sleep. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it and you were real."

"It?" She asked.

I frowned a second and answered, "Do I really need to name it? If I do, will it scare us both? Will it jinx the whole wonderful thing? So you see, I'm scared also. Not so much of what may happen between us, but what it would be like without you."

She grinned and stepped forward to kiss me. There was passion in the kiss as there had been before, but now there was something else, softer, sweeter, underlining it. I gave myself to the kiss and let it go where it may.

A long time later, I felt Carmen shiver and she broke the kiss, to just stand holding me tightly. After a moment she whispered, "Wow, I just thought I had been kissed." 

I knew just what she meant.

*****

We sat in the sun and talked about this and that until we were dry. My hair was still wet, as was hers. As we walked back to where we had left our clothes, Carmen said, "I think I can come to like this nudist business. I'm as comfortable naked here with you as I would be in my own bedroom. I'm not to sure how it would be if there were other people about, though."

I chuckled and squeezed her hand. "We'll take it nice and slow, one step at a time until you get used to the idea."

"The idea isn't the problem," she said with a laugh. "It's being naked in front of a bunch of strangers that would be the problem."

"Just remember, they will be naked also. It's kind of like the first time you had to give a speech. You know the old advice about visualizing the audience as being in their underwear or some such. It's supposed to help your confidence or something like that," I said with a grin. 

She was quiet for a second and then said, "I'm not sure that their being naked will help or not. Then I'll be self conscious of where I look." She ended with a short laugh.




Sow's Ear Ch. 02



I chuckled with her and stopped, turning her around toward me. "Don't worry about it dearest, I won't throw you into anything you're not ready for, I promise."

She smiled and replied; "I know that. I just wouldn't want to embarrass you or myself. I'm pretty happy with and confident about my body. I like to be looked at when I'm dressed and I guess I would feel the same naked. Let's just say that this is something totally new to me and it will take a little getting used to." 

She paused and I kissed her on the forehead. Before I could say anything, she went on with a grin, "To tell the truth, I find the idea to be very stimulating. At times in my life, I've found that I had a little exhibitionist streak in me. The clothes I chose to wear and even how I wore them outraged Jimmy at times. He would always make me change or at the very least change how I wore them." She paused and was silent, lost in a memory.

I looked at her and was silent until she looked into my eyes. When she did, I said softly, "You are a very beautiful woman and I see nothing wrong with flaunting it ever so often, as the saying goes. In fact, I would find that very stimulating. Nudist or not, I still find sexy clothes and lingerie to be a gilding of the lily, so to speak. A subtle flash or a quick peak will always get my maximum attention."

She laughed and kissed me on lips. As she stepped back she said, "I'll have to keep that in mind."

We walked the short distance to where our clothes were. I picked up her blouse and shorts and handed them to her. She slipped on the shorts and stood there watching me as I slipped on my pants and sat down to put on my socks and boots. 

When I stood up and stuffed my underwear in my back pocket, she grinned. "Oh, I see that my not wearing any has given you ideas."

I laughed and replied, "Not really. I very seldom wear any underwear. That is unless I'm going somewhere fancy or if my shorts are to short. I've just never like them, they're to confining."

She laughed as she slipped on her blouse. I put on my shirt and snap a couple of the snaps. She didn't tuck the blouse back into her shorts. She worked it up and tied the tails together just under her ribs, leaving her belly exposed. 

When I smiled and nodded, she grinned and said, "I like to wear a shirt this way during the summer, although, I do usually button it up somewhat." She paused and looked into my eyes and added, "For some reason, today I feel like showing off. Later on, when we return to civilization will be soon enough to be a shy woman again." 

She reached out and took my hand as a grin spread across her face. "Who knows, maybe I won't. I never did like that person that Jimmy tried to make me into. Maybe it's time for me to return to being myself. The slightly wild woman, I used to be. I made a big start on it last night when I literally let you pick me up and an even bigger start, when I took you home with me. What do you think? Do you think you would like the real me?"

I grinned back at her and said, "I love the you that I've seen so far. You've seemed real enough to me. Life is too short not to have fun." I paused a beat, and added, "My only problem is, can I handle you if you get any wilder. All I know for sure is that it will be a ball finding out."

She laughed and came into my arms for a kiss. 

*****

We walked back to the truck holding hands like two kids. As I turned the truck around to head back for the highway, Carmen asked, "Can we come back here for picnics or something, from time to time?"

I smiled and answered, "We sure can, anytime you want. I know a lot of places like this all over this country."

She squeezed my thigh and snuggled closer to me. "Good. This place is special to us." When I looked at her questioningly, she grinned and said, "It's where you said you loved me for the first time."

"I did!" Popped out of my mouth before I could bite down on it. There I went again, parking my feet in my mouth.

She moved over a little and turned toward me. "You sure did. You said and I quote, "I love the you that I've seen so far, unquote. Isn't that what you said?"

I thought a moment and then grinned. "I sure as hell did, didn't I?" I reached over and tried to pull her back over next to me. "In that case, I stand corrected and I'll say it again. I love you."

She grinned and moved back over to cuddle up next to me. "That's much better. I love you too." 

We were silent for several minutes before Carmen asked in a whisper, "We are moving awfully fast, aren't we?"

I nodded, my cheek pressed against her hair. "Yeah, we are," I said softly. "But in this case, I don't think there could be any other way. If something is as right as we feel together then fast doesn't matter."

She nodded her head and sighed, "I was just checking to make sure you felt the same way I do. Normally, I'm not an impulsive person. Slow and steady is the way things should precede."

I turned my head slightly and kissed her hair before I said, "I understand. I love you and that's a fact. One day or a hundred years won't change that, one bit."

She pulled away from me and turned to kiss me on the cheek. A smile played over her lips as she sat there and looked at me. I could see the love in her eyes and I said so. 

She grinned and replied, "Yes I know, I've seen it in your eyes all day. At one point I was worried that what we felt was just the lust and passion." She grinned and added, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. I can think of worse things to base a relationship on. Jimmy and I were a perfect example of that. What I find funny is the fact that you are exactly what I thought I was getting with Jimmy. I've never understood why I fell for him. Why I could have ever thought of him as someone like you? There is no comparison, none whatsoever."

I stopped the truck as I reached the main highway and started to say something. She held up her hand and went on, "What I'm trying to say in a rambling sort of way is that I love you for who you are. You're the person that I've dreamed of all my life, an honest, down to earth man who asks for nothing and gives his all." 

When I didn't say anything, she searched my eyes. I wasn't sure what I should say, so I went with humor. "Shucks Ma'am, you're going to make this old cowpoke blush in a minute. Seriously though, I'm just me and that's all I can be." 

I shut the truck off and continued, "I love you because of the wonderful woman I see inside you, a feisty redhead one minute, a warm giving woman the next. A good sense of humor and a love of life, show through also. It's hard to explain, but I see even more than that. We've got a long and happy life ahead of us, of that, I have no doubts." 

She smiled and then she kissed me. I've never felt so much love in a kiss in my life. I hoped I did as well in return. When the kiss broke, she smiled at me and said, "I love you." 

When I said, I love you back, she grinned and asked, "Well, are we going to sit here and be mushy all day or are we going to your place?" 

I grinned back at her and fired up the truck.

As I pulled out onto the highway, she slipped off her sandals and put her feet up on the seat. She scooted back to lean against the door and crossed her legs, her feet resting against the side of my thigh. I ran the truck up through the gears and leveled my speed off around seventy. 

I glanced over to see her just looking at me with a smile on her face and I asked, "What are you doing over there?"

She grinned and replied, "Oh, I'm just getting a better look at my man." 

I chuckled and said, "Oh brother, am I in trouble. She's going to see what an old fart she's got herself hooked up with and then she'll jump out of the truck. I hate it when that happens. It's so much trouble explaining things to the insurance company." 

She laughed. When I glanced her way next, she jerked open the front of her blouse and flashed me. I laughed and shook my head. "You'll cause a wreck doing that." 

She grinned and opened the front of the shirt again, leaving it that way until I licked my lips and blew her a kiss. Then she laughed and reached for the snap on her shorts. 

"What are you going to do if I take these off?" She asked, indicating the shorts.

I chuckled and replied, "Pull over and have lunch, what else."

She laughed and said, "I'll bet that you would too. In that case, I guess I'd better behave before we do have an accident." 

She sat up in the seat and looked around at the woodlands we were driving through. "This is beautiful country. Is it all as deserted as this?"

"Not all of it," I answered, "But a good part of it is. There are a few rural communities scattered around and a couple of very small towns but mostly scattered houses and a few farms. I like the back roads through this area, it's a great way to get back to nature, a little traffic, here and there, but mostly it's deserted." 

I glanced over at her. "Why do you ask?"

She smiled a shy smile and said, "One of these days, I want us to go for a ride through here with me wearing nothing but one of your cowboy shirts. I even want to keep all the snaps undone. That is until we pass another car or a house."

I laughed and said, "I think we can arrange that, how about now?"

Her head snapped around toward me and she grinned before she said, "You're teasing me, anyway you only have the one shirt, what would you wear?"

"I'm a cowboy, I'm always prepared," I said as I slowed and looked for a place to pull off the road. 

"You're serious, aren't you?" She said with a laugh. 

When I nodded, she laughed again. When I slowed even more and pulled into a wide spot on the shoulder and stopped, she said, "A crazy cowboy is what you are. We can't do this."

"And why not?" I asked as I opened my door and got out. 

"Scoot forward on the seat." I told her. 

When she did, I leaned the seat back forward and pulled a small overnight bag out from behind the seat. I opened it and removed a t-shirt. I put the bag back behind the seat and started to take off my western shirt.

She laughed and said, "I guess we can, can't we?" 

I handed her the shirt and slipped the t-shirt on over my head. She looked at me and the grin on my face for a moment, and then she shrugged. She glanced in both directions, up and down the road, not seeing any traffic, she laughed again and took off her blouse. 

Her nipples were hard as she slipped my shirt on and slowly worked the shorts down off her hips. When she had them off, she handed me both the blouse and the shorts. 

"I can't believe that I'm doing this," she said softly. 

I held the blouse and shorts out for her to take and said, "You don't have to, if you don't want to, you know."

She shook her head and grinned. "It was my idea in the first place," she said. "I forgot that I needed to be careful what I say around you. You do thing on the spur of the moment that most people would think crazy. It's so much fun, though." 

She looked up and down the road again. "Come on, get in, and let's get this show on the road." She laughed and added, "A traveling show is what it's going to be all right. I just hope you can handle the distractions and not wreck us."

I chuckled and climbed into the truck. I started it up, then reached over, and lightly pinched one of her hard nipples. She watched me the whole time and still jumped when I did. 

"Oh yes, you will do all right," she said with a grin. 

I gunned the motor and peeled some rubber in the first three gears, getting back up to speed. She laughed and held onto the dash the whole time. Once the speed settled in, she turned to me and opened the shirt. I gave her a wolf whistle and she grinned. 

She moved over next to me and placed my right hand on her left thigh. My little finger pressed tightly into her slit. She wiggled as she held my hand in place, my little finger rubbing against her clit. 

"I've always fantasies about doing something like this," she whispered softly. 

She let go of my hand and opened the shirt so that she was totally exposed. I slowly and lightly rubbed up and down over the hard nub of her clit as she whimpered softly and chewed on her lower lip. Her left hand was on my thigh and shortly it slowly moved over to explore the tent in my slacks. 

She played with me through the material for a while and then both her hands moved to my hand between her legs. She stopped me from moving my fingers and groaned softly. She held still for several seconds, her eyes closed and then she opened them and looked over at me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. 

She took a deep breath and sighed. After a moment or two she laid her head on my shoulder and said, "You make me come so quickly and so easily." 

I kissed her lightly on the forehead. She grinned and said, "What was it you told me this morning? Oh yes, I remember. Just go ahead and have that orgasm and then we'll start building another and another." 

She sighed and added, "You weren't kidding were you? I can't remember having this many orgasms in a month, much less in a day." 

When I grinned and kissed her forehead again she asked, "Are all cowboys like you?"

I shook my head slowly and replied, "Nope. I'm special, one of a kind."

She laughed and snuggled close. "You said, last night that you wanted to be someone special. I don't think this was what you had in mind at the time, but you've made it. You are definitely special and one of a kind." She sat up a little and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you," I said in return. "No, sex had nothing to do with what I said last night. The love we share now is what I was talking about. It happened a lot faster than I ever thought it would but I'm glad. It saved a lot of time and kept me from screwing it up. I have a bad habit of sticking my feet in my mouth at times."

She chuckled and said, "I noticed that a couple of times but you seemed to recover quickly."

I laughed. "Was it that obvious? Thank goodness for a good and understanding woman."

She grinned and said, "Understanding had nothing to do with it. Curiosity and intrigue had more to do with it. You were so different from the people I normally meet; I found it hard to believe that you were for real. At first, I thought you were someone that Jimmy had sent to...." 

Carmen paused in thought. "I'm not sure of the word I want. Test, check up on, chaperon. With him, they would all fit." She kissed my cheek again, "It wasn't until we finished breakfast that I finally figured out that you were for real, what I saw was what you were. I think, that is the moment, I fell in love with you." 

She giggled and added, "The kissing in this old truck at the opera house parking lot just added passion to the love. We might just have to go to the opera again someday and finish what we started."

I chuckled and suggested, "We could make it an annual affair, a way to celebrate our meeting. I might even invite Jimmy, since he was the one that give me the ticket. If he hadn't, I would have never met you. Do you think he would show up?"

Carmen slowly sat up and wrapped the shirt around herself. She moved over a little and turned to face me. She stared off in space for a second or two and then she asked, "Have you ever wonder why he gave the ticket to you? You have had business dealings with him, you know what a snob he is. He checks out everyone that does business with his company thoroughly. He knew that the opera was not your cup of tea. So why, why give you the ticket?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. I wondered the same thing at the time. I took it with ever intention of giving it away. I just never found anyone who wanted one ticket."

She grinned and said, "Lucky me." 

Her brows knitted for a second. "I wonder...." She said after a moment. 

I looked over at her and waited. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Finally, she leaned back in the seat, crosses her arms, and said under her breath, "The arse hole! The bloody arse hole!" a look of pure fury on her face.

I know better than to poke a stick at a redhead that's mad so I kept my mouth shut. After a minute or two of fuming, she looked over at me. I made a point to keep my eyes on the road. A little farther down the road, we passed through a small community and I took the next right. 

I had gone a mile or two on this road, when Carmen said in a calm voice, "I think I know what he had in mind when he gave you the ticket."

I had been doing some thinking of my own during her silence. "Yeah, let the country bumpkin embarrass you," I said softly.

She looked over at me and then she turned to face me, a soft look on her face. She smiled and said, "Something like that is what he had in mind. He just didn't know you as well as he thought he did." 

She scooted over and kissed me on the cheek. "He didn't know the sweet honest man that was hidden under that country exterior." She put her arms around my neck and hugged me. 

When she sat back, she sighed and said, "Actually, it's my fault. The last time we talked before he gave you the ticket, he tried to get me to come back to him. I told him there was no way I would even consider it. I told him, I'd move to the country, marry some hayseed, and stay barefooted and pregnant for the rest of my life first." 

She sighed and dropped her eyes. "I think you were the first, if you'll pardon the expression, hayseed that walked through his door after that conversation. To him, anyone outside the social registry or upper management is a hillbilly or hayseed. I told you he was a snob."

I started to laugh and Carmen looked at me funny. I couldn't help it, what she had said fit all too well my picture of Jimmy O'Brien and his picture of me. It struck me as funny as hell. I played the country bumpkin sometime around clients. It helped smooth the way into some deals, as they didn't feel threatened, and it kept me from having to play golf and attend cocktail parties.

I explained this to Carmen as my merriment eased off. By the time I finished, she was laughing her ass off. Finally, she calmed down and said, "I can just picture Jimmy with his smug, superior smile, and you playing him like a big fish. No wonder he thought you were the perfect candidate for getting even with me." 

She leaned over and kissed my cheek again. Then she glanced out the back window of the truck and then forward through the windshield. With a big grin, she took off my shirt and lay down on the seat, her head at the passenger door. 

She dropped her right foot to the floorboards and moved her knee toward the dash. Her left foot went up on the back of the seat, behind my head. She raised her arms up and spread them about the same way she had her legs. It was hard for me to keep glancing back at the road with her spread out like that. All I wanted to do was to drink in all her beauty and radiant glory.

After a moment, she lowered her arms and placed a hand on each breast, caressing and teasing each one. He fingers moved up slowly to tweak and pull on her long nipples. As her hands slowly wandered down across her lower ribs and onto her belly, my eyes followed them. 

She had been grinning this whole time, now she whispered hoarsely, "Oh, you like to watch me caress myself do you? Then you had better find a private place to pull over and park because I'm fixing to put on one hell of a show for you and you alone. Something that no one besides me has ever seen and if you're a good boy, I'll let you make mad passionate love to me afterwards." 

She went on to caress her inner thighs and moaned softly as I hunted for a side road. "This makes me think of last night when your tongue first glided across here. It made me twice as hot as I had been. I almost came as you touched the insides of the other thigh." 




Sow's Ear Ch. 02



I spotted a road a little ways ahead and eased on the brakes. It was another National Forest road but this one I had no idea where it went.

As I made the turn, Carmen whispered, "When your nose touched my panties, I think I did have a small orgasm." 

I glanced over to see her fingers lightly bush up across her swollen outer lips. Her hips shivered for a second even after she moved her finger away from her sex. Another road ahead angled off into the thick woods. I took it and then made a quick turn into an opening between a pair of large pines. As the truck got past the trees, I stopped and shut off the motor. 

Carmen had her eyes closed as a fingernail on each hand drew circles around her hard erect nipples. She quivered and opened her eyes. She looked up at me and whispered, "Damn, I've gone and got myself overly excited. I wanted to put on a show for you, to tease you, and myself at the same time. If I touch myself anywhere below my waist right now, I'll explode and ruin it all."

With a big grin, I opened my door and eased off the seat. "I think I can fix that problem," I said, as I reach over, ran a hand up under each of her ass cheeks, and lifted her ass off the seat. 

As I lifted, my head came down and my mouth and tongue zeroed in on her clit. At the first touch of my tongue, her ass was jerking and she was yelling incoherently. There was a warm gush against my chin as she once again lost control over her bladder. 

She was squirming and wiggling so hard, deep in the throws of her orgasm, that for a moment I thought I would drop her. I didn't and she went on and on. 

Suddenly she went limp. Her hips were still twitching and jerking in time with my moving tongue but the rest of her was out of it, except for a mumbling, stuttering groan. I stood up and lowered her to the seat, a smile playing over my face. This was a first for me. 

I stood and watched her for nearly a minute before her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep, deep breath. She let it out noisily and lay there looking up at me. She took another deep breath and then sighed. 

Slowly she said, "You need to find a phone so you can call the bomb squad. That was more of an explosion, than an orgasm." She took another couple of deep breaths as I chuckled. "It's not funny, I'm still not sure whether we're going to need the coroner or not."

I leaned over and kissed her on the knee, before I replied, "I think you'll live to be a ripe old age. You got yourself too worked up with the riding around naked and putting on a show for me and then I pushed the plunger too quickly. It's just a matter of to many new and exciting things at one time."

She tried to sit up and then she held her hands out to me. "Earlier, you were worried about me killing you and now it's my turn to worry about you killing me," she said as I pulled her up to a sitting position. 

When she was sitting up and had scooted back to lean against the door, she added, "I think I'll just rest awhile and then take this a little slower, otherwise I won't last the weekend."

I reached behind the seat and got her shorts. "Do you want to put these on?" I asked softly.

She grinned and shook her head, "I've got such a mess between my legs right now that they would be dripping before I got them on." 

She glanced down at the wet spot on the seat and frowned, "I made a mess everywhere, on the seat, on your face, and all over me. Is there another pond around here? Although, I'd hate to think of what it would do to the fish." She ended with a laugh.

I reached behind the seat again and came out with a couple of red shop rags. I handed one to her and used the other on my face for a second before I said, "I told you I'm a cowboy and ready in any and all emergencies."

She laughed as she wiped at the mess between her thighs. "I couldn't have made this big of a mess, by myself." 

She rose up on one knee and continued to clean herself up. I watched her for a moment, enjoying the view and then I handed her the rag I had and took the messy one from her. When she was as clean as she was going to get, she handed me the second rag, and I put them under the seat. 

I held out her shorts and she took them, but she laid them on the seat, picked up my shirt, and put it back on. She snapped the two center snaps and sat back down. 

"Ok, now we can continue on to your house and I'm going to be a good little girl for a while. I don't think I could take another orgasm like that last one, for quite a while."

I chuckled and got back into the truck. As I fired it up I said, "I'll make a bet that you don't make it to my house without at least two more orgasms. We've got another forty miles of these back roads between here and there."

She laughed and then replied, "What? Do I look crazy? I'll bet that it's closer to four."

We definitely had more fun motoring our way on home and for many years to come, no pun intended.



Sow's Ear



I looked at my watch to find that it was almost one in the morning. "They close here in an hour or so, how about some breakfast?" I asked.

Laughingly she asked, "At my place or a café?" I gave her a big grin, which made her laugh aloud. 

After a moment, she calmed down and grinned at me. "I'm going to have to learn to be careful with what I say and how I say it, around you. Your wit and country boy ways are quite a deceptive combination, disarming and dangerous to all females that cross your path, I think."

My grin faded to a soft smile as I thought over what she said. My answer was straight from the heart, "No Ma'am, all women are safe around me, that want to be. As for my country boy ways, well, that's just who and what I am. What you see is what you get, although, I'm a little over dressed tonight."

She sat there looking at me for a long moment, before she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. When she sat back, she smiled and said, "See what I mean." With a laugh she stood up and continued, "Is there a good café around here?"

I grinned and replied, "There's a good restaurant about three miles up the road that has a great breakfast buffet. Shall we head that way?"

She held out her arm and smiled. I took her hand and we walked out of the place still holding hands. As I opened the door of my old truck for her, she came up on her toes and kissed me lightly again. Slowly and gently I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss. I held her tightly to me as the kiss went on and started to heat up. She broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes for a moment before returning to kiss me some more. 

This time there was a growing hint of passion in it. When her tongue slipped into my mouth to fence with mine, I figured things were going a little to fast. She had, had a little more to drink than she thought she had and I didn't want to take advantage of the situation and screw up the relationship. She was a very beautiful and desirable woman, which made me want her, but I liked her for a lot more reasons than just sex.

This time I broke the kiss; scooped her up in my arms and deposited her on the front seat of the truck. She looked at me strangely for a second and then smiled shyly. I grinned at her as I shut the door.

*****

There were only a couple of people in the restaurant as we walked in and took a seat side by side in a booth. She was looking the place over as the waitress came to take our order. 

"Carmen, would you like some coffee or maybe ice tea?" I asked.

She turned and replied, "Coffee will be fine. Also the buffet looks good, is that what you're having?"

I nodded and told the waitress, "Two coffees, and two for the buffet."

When she left, Carmen looked at me solemnly for a moment before saying, "Why don't you call me Irish, all my friends do."

I looked at her for a moment and then asked, "What did your husband call you?"

She looked at me blankly for a moment and then grinned, "Irish most of the time and a snotty bitch, some of the time. Why do you ask?"

I chuckled and said, "I can believe that, with that red hair and Irish and Spanish heritage, there has to be a bit of a bitch hiding in there somewhere. As for calling you Carmen, I like the name and it fits you, also I want to be different from your run of the mill friends, special even."

She sat and looked at me for a long time. The waitress brought the coffee and told us to help ourselves to the buffet, but Carmen sat and stared at me. 

Finally, I asked, "What?"

After another moment, a smile played around the corner of her mouth and she said, "I can't figure out if you are a very smart man playing a dumb role, or a student of people and just what you appear to be. I'm beginning to think it's the latter. Most men would have gone on kissing me back at the Bar and hoped it lead them to my bed. You on the other hand, nip it in the bud and toss me into the truck without so much as a word. Now you describe me to a tee and make an off hand remark about wanting to be special to me. Either you're a very subtle con man or you truly like me."

I sipped my coffee before I asked, "Do you over analyze everyone and everything or just me?" 

She laughed sharply and loudly, before covering her mouth with her hand as she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. I thought it was a cute habit. 

"Come on," I said smiling, "Let's go get some food in you and sober us both up before the rest of the drunks get here."

She slid over and stood up, turning she leaned over near my ear and said, "Be very careful, you might just become someone very special to me." With that said, she grinned, and turned to walk to the buffet. I sat and watched her for a long moment before I got up and followed her. What had she meant by that?

As we ate, she asked me about the area I lived in, up by the lake and I asked about her life in the big city. She wasn't the social butterfly that I'd imagined when I first met her. After the breakup at home, she had found a good secretarial job and moved into a small apartment on the North side of town, near her work. All she had kept from the marriage were her clothes and car, also a small settlement, but that was none of my business. 

As I told her about my small place on the Lake and the people and the area, she smiled and said, "It sounds like a nice quiet place, would you mind if I came up there for a visit sometimes? Living alone in this city is fast and furious and there is really no place to relax that a single girl feels really safe."

I chuckled and then grinned before asking, "What makes you think you'd be safe at my place?"

She grinned back and answered, "I know I'd be as safe as I wanted to be." 

That line had a familiar ring to it, so I chuckled and said half to myself, "Me, and my big mouth." She just grinned and sipped her coffee.

By the time we finished eating, the bar crowd started arriving, and the place filled up fast. As usual it was a loud and boisterous group. When someone fired up the jukebox, I asked if she needed anything else, if not it was time to go. 

She said she was ready whenever I was.

*****

Outside at the truck, she once again kissed me before climbing in. I stopped at the edge of the parking lot and said, "I guess I need to take you to your car." 

After a moments pause I add, "Problem is, I really don't want to let you out of my sight."

She looked at me for a long moment before replying, "I know what you mean. I do need to get my car, as I'm not sure how safe that parking lot is after the opera closes but I'm enjoying myself more than I have in a very long time."

*****

We headed back into town toward the opera house in silence. After a mile or so she slid over and snuggled up to me, my arm around her shoulders. We stayed this way until I started down the off ramp of the freeway. She sat up but didn't move away from me, my arm was now free to shift the gears in the truck. 

My hand brushed her nylon clad thigh as I down shifted for the light at a cross street. She didn't move but a small smile played around the corners of her mouth. When I shifted back up and continued on, my hand ended up resting lightly on the same thigh. She didn't protest, so I left it there.

*****

In the parking lot, there were still several dozen cars, which I found interesting. In a bar parking lot, I wouldn't have thought a thing about it, but here? I chuckled as I thought, well, the upper crust needed a place to pick each other up and this was as good a place as any. 

Carmen asked what was funny and laughed as I tried to explain my thoughts. 

As we pulled up beside her car she said, "I had never thought of it that way, but now that I do, it makes all the sense in the world." Turning toward me, she said, "You look at things a little differently don't you? A more down to earth point of view."

My hand was still on her leg and as she turned and moved it up onto the seat, it slipped down along the inside of her thigh. She made a little gulping sound as a shiver ran up her body. She leaned forward to kiss me. It was a little bit of an awkward position, but I didn't mind a bit as my left hand came over to caress the back of her neck and shoulder. She moved her other leg over, trapping my hand in a warm satiny grip. 

There was a lot of building passion in that kiss, along with the fact that she was squeezing and rubbing my hand between her thighs. By the time she pulled back, we were both breathing a little faster and harder, there was also a major tent in the front of my slacks. She had a shy smile on her face as she looked into my eyes and searched my face. 

She glanced down to see the tent and the smile turned to a grin. "I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one that was effected by that kiss. Is it a little warm in here or is it just me?" She asked still grinning.

I grinned back before saying, "I think it's gone way past warm, into the hot range myself." I paused a second and then said, "Maybe you need to check on your car before things get out of hand."

When I said hand, she squeezed her thighs together tightly. I squeezed back which was the first movement my hand had made up to this point. Another shiver ran through her body. "I think it's a little too late," was all she said as she leaned back over to take up the kiss where we had left off. There was a ton of passion on both sides now. I squeezed her thigh again and she moaned softly into my mouth as her tongue dueled with mine. 

Her right hand had been under my jacket, resting against my chest. Now it moved slowly downward until it made light contact with the tent in my lap. Her fingers worked gently, outlining the shape and size of my member, before wrapping themselves around the hard shaft and squeezing firmly. 

At the same time I squeezed her inner thigh and moved my hand to the top of her stockings and onto bare flesh, we both moaned softly. I could feel the heat of her sex on my finger as I caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. When my finger brushed against the soft silky fabric of her panties, the material was hot and wet. She moaned again and gripped me tightly, which caused me to groan. 

I don't know what would have happened there in the front seat of my old truck, and I never will, as we were interrupted by a set of headlight coming across the dimly lit parking lot. She moved reluctantly away from me with a deep sigh, releasing my shaft after another quick squeeze. 

Back on her side of the seat, she took several deep breaths and blew them out, long and completely. After nearly a minute, she turned to me with a grin on her face. When I grinned back, she laughed and covered her mouth.

The other car was a patrol car; it made a long loop through the parking area and then left. I felt like a kid again almost caught necking down by the lake. I chuckled and mentioned this to Carmen who grinned and said, "I have to say it's a new experience for me. I've heard stories of people getting carried away with the moment in their cars but I'd never had the pleasure until now." After a short pause she asked, "Has this happened a lot to you?"

I laughed and replied, "Not since I was a teenager."

She chuckled and then sighed, "I guess I need to take my car home." She paused a moment looking into my eyes, then she asked, "Would you care to follow me." With a grin she finished, "It's not safe for a lady on the streets at night in this town."

With a chuckle I said, "Not even in old trucks." 

She laughed, leaned over, and kisses my lips softly, before getting out of the truck. She opened the door to her car and paused a moment to look at me. With a grin she got in the car and started it up. I started the truck and followed her.

*****

Carmen paused at the gate to her apartment complex to talk to the guard there. She pulled ahead and waved me forward, the guard took down my license number and had me sign in, before he would allow me through the gate. I followed her to the backside of the complex, near the pool, where she parked in a carport and motioned for me to park across the way from her. 

She waited by her car until I caught up with her and then I walked next to her toward the three story apartments. The short hallway we entered had a door to each side just inside. This is where I expected to leave her and was surprised when she came into my arms for a long passionate kiss. 

I let my hands roam over her back and sides, feeling the curves and firm flesh under the tight fitting dress. She pressed tighter to me and sighed as she kissed me more wildly. I returned the kiss, my passion matching hers. The tightness was returning to the front of my slacks and my hands roamed wider over her body, ending up cupping her ass cheeks. She moaned softly as I massaged her ass and pulled her tightly against me, the bulge of my manhood pressed against her lower belly.

Carmen broke the kiss but held her body pressed tightly against mine, She looked into my eyes for a second and then leaned her head against my chest. Her arms were around my back and she hugged me, I moved my hands up off her ass and hugged her back. 

We stood this way for nearly a minute before she said softly without raising her head, "I should fight you off, run inside, and lock the door." 

When I nodded against the top of her head, she continued, "The problem is that I don't want to. I don't want you to think badly of me, but I don't want to leave you either." I squeezed her tighter to me. 

She sighed and said, "I've only had two lovers, and I was married to one of them for the last nine years." 

She raised her head and looked up at me, I smiled and kissed her forehead before saying, "Then I should go, we have plenty of time."

She smiled and said softly, "How did I know that, that was going to be your reaction?" After a moment of her eyes searching my face she continued as a big grin spreading over her face, "Like hell you will."

She moved back from me and fumbled in her little purse for her keys. As she opened the door she said, "I'm a grown, liberated, single woman. I can do anything I put my mind to and right now..." She let the sentence trail off as she stepped inside and held her arm in an invitation for me to enter. I stepped through the door and into her kitchen; she closed and locked it.

Slowly she turned and gave me a shy smile, when I smiled back, she was on me in a flash. We went back to kissing, but this time there was an urgency to it and clothes started to fly in all directions. When she was down to her panties and hose and I was down to my briefs, I picked her up and carried her into the living room. She pointed to a door across the way and I carried her into the bedroom. As we entered the room, she locked her lips to mine and moaned with anticipation. 

I lowered her, to her feet next to the bed without breaking the kiss. Her arms were around my neck as mine went around her, one at her shoulder blades and the other around her lower back. She molded herself against me as I hugged her tightly. Her full breasts were pressed against my lower chest; I could feel her hard nipples move against me as we breathed. 

My rough hands move slowly and easily over her warm smooth skin. I caressed her from her neck down to the swell of her firm ass. She moaned a time or two and squirmed, trying to get even closer to me. My thigh slipped in between hers and I groaned as the branding iron heat of her sex touched my leg. She ground herself against my leg for a moment before slowly moving backwards toward the waiting bed.

As she bumped against the edge of the bed, I helped her ease back until she was fully prone with me on top of her. I rested as much of my weight on my forearms and elbows as I could, my right thigh still pressed tightly between hers. The heat from her sex was like a small fire burning against my leg. My manhood was pressed to her upper hip and it felt warmer than normal, even to me. We were still trying to kiss but our labored breathing was making it harder to do. 

I broke the kiss and moved to nibble at her neck and then her ear. As my tongue traced the outline of her outer ear a shiver ran throughout her body. I moved down her neck to her collar bone and out across her shoulder with little licks, nibbles, and kisses. She turned her head and caressed my back with her hands, her left leg wrapped over mine and helped press her sex tighter against me. The heat from her loins was almost painful.

Kissing my way back along the lower side of her collarbone, I pause and licked the indention at the base of her throat. Her head tilted back as I did, so I kissed my way upward to her chin and then back to her lips. 

When I left her lips this time, I eased my body down a little and rose up on arms to gaze down at her. My eyes feasted on her fine features, long smooth neck, and finally on her full, firm breasts, with their large dark circles under fingertip sized hard nipples. I slowly lowered my head and traced my tongue in a circle, following the edge of the darker skin on first one breast and then the other. 

As my tongue first touched each breast, she drew a sharp breath and slowly let it out as I made the circle. When I sucked the hard nipple between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, she gasped and arched her breasts up more toward me. I continued to tease the nipple for a moment before sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and bathing it with my tongue. Her back arched even more and she moaned softly. 

I released that breast, licked and kissed my way down the side of it, and across the sweet valley to the other. As I licked and kissed this one as I had the other, Carmen moaned louder and a small shudder ran up and down her body.

Releasing her breast, I licked my way lower, down across her rib cage, which made her wiggle. As I licked and kissed my way down across her stomach to lick at her navel, she actually giggled and said, "That tickles." 

I licked with firmer strokes and worked on down to the top of her panties. My tongue traced the crease between her thigh and sex, along the edge of the silky material. I licked my way up the other side and started to nibble at her mound through the material. 

Her hands found my head and she tried to pull me back upward saying, "No, don't do that, please."

I stopped what I had been doing but didn't move upward, I moved lower to lick and kiss her inner thigh. This drew a sharp jerk and a sharp intake of breath. I worked my way down to her knee and then back up toward her sex. I stopped just short of my nose touching the cloth covering that area and switched thighs. 

She had a rich earthy smell that was purely female. I slowly worked my way down to her knee and started back up, this time my nose brushed the cloth. Her hips had been moving upward in small jerks as I kissed and licked along her sensitive inner thigh. When my nose touched the cloth her hips jerked, pressing her sex tighter to my nose. The smell of her excitement was sharp and sweet. 

I turned my head and licked firmly and slowly up along the center of the damp cloth. A long gasp followed my tongue along the path it took and a trembling started in her hips. Again, her hands found my head but the effort to move it were feeble and not to well coordinated to say the least. My hands found the waistband of the panties on each of her hips and slowly rolled the material down. 

A soft "No," came from her lips but her hips raised a little to allow me to slip the underwear down. As I pulled it down her thighs, I followed it with little kisses along the top of her thigh to her knee. She lifted her foot to let me remove them completely. 

Once again I kissed and licked my way back along her inner thigh, when I reached her sex, I paused a moment to savor the smell of her and the beauty before me. The soft fine hair covering her sex was even redder than the hair on her head. I ran my tongue up one outer lip, across her mound, and down the other lip. A loud moan followed my tongue and another shiver ran through her hips. 




Sow's Ear



When I paused again, she was breathing hard and fast. Her hands found my head after a moment and she whispered hoarsely, "I need to tell you something." 

I moved up and brushed my lips against hers. She took a deep breath before saying, "I'm not sure how to say this, but I wish you wouldn't do that."

Looking down at her a second, I asked, "You don't like it?"

She smiled and replied, "I love it, but I have this problem." She paused a moment with an embarrassed look on her face. 

I said softly, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, if you like it and I certainly like it, then there's no problem is there."

After awkward seconds of silence, she whispered, "I have a tendency to lose control over my bladder when I have an orgasm."

I chuckled and kissed her tenderly on the lips for a moment before I said, "It happens to more women than you might think. I won't worry about it, if you won't, ok?"

She nodded her head for a moment with a shy look on her face and then with a widening grin she pushed on my head until I moved back down with my face over her sex. I kissed her mound and used my tongue to lightly part the hair along her slit. When my tongue brushed over the tender skin along the inner edge of the lips, she gasped and raised her hips. I slipped a hand under each ass cheek to keep her from lowering her sex and took a long slow lick gently up the very center. A long drawn out moan escaped her lips and her feet came up off the floor to end up resting on my shoulders. 

I teased the length of her slit with light licks of my tongue until it slowly opened and the inner lips unfolded. They were thin, smallish, and very sensitive, I found out as I explored them orally. When I sucked one between my lips and nibbled gently at it, her ass jerked and her breath hissed sharply. As I sucked and nibbled the other, one foot raised up off my shoulder and went high in the air, the other foot slipped down to grip my upper back. 

Releasing the soft flesh of the inner lips, I ran my tongue up to circle her clit, which was large like her nipples and totally exposed from its hood. After a few seconds, I felt a very warm wetness on my chin but continued to apply my tongue to her clit. Her hips came up as she pressed herself tighter to my mouth as she came and came hard. I felt the wetness several more time briefly over the next few seconds. A loud groaning wailing sound came from deep in her chest as her fingers gripped my hair, pulling me tighter to her. 

As she quieted down, she released my hair and moved both her feet to the edge of the bed, followed by a long sigh. I moved back and stood up, looking down at her. Her arms were flung out to her sides and her eyes were shut, her lips were slightly parted and the tip of her tongue peeked out to moisten the dryness from her hard breathing. The rapid breaths also had her breasts raising and falling. As my eyes traveled lower I noticed there were still little twitches and trimmer running along her stomach. 

Her knees were spread wide and her sex glistened with the moister from my mouth and her orgasm. I kissed the top of her knee and flicked my tongue along the inside of her thigh, which made her jump and close her legs. I jerked my head back and smiled, before I headed for the kitchen to see what there was for us to drink.

*****

I returned with a diet coke for her and a glass of water for myself. She had moved to a more normal position on the bed and smiled at me as I entered the room. As I handed her the coke, her eyes locked onto the front of my briefs and she grinned. Earlier, I'd readjusted my hard shaft to a more comfortable position in the briefs. The only, way it was really comfortable, left about an inch of shaft and the head exposed above the waistband. 

She took a long sip of the coke but her eyes never left my waist. After another long pull on the coke, she looked up at me and grinned broadly as she handed me the bottle. I had been standing there sipping my water. I placed the glass and the bottle on the nightstand and crawled onto the bed, to lie down next to her. 

I kissed her forehead, tasting the saltiness of her perspiration from earlier. I kissed my way down her face to her lips. Our kiss was soft, gentle, and lingering. My hand wandered the curve of her hip, waist, and thigh as she lay there on her side. Her left leg moved over the top of mine and I lifted my thigh and slipped it between hers. After a minute or so, she pulled back and spent a moment searching my eyes and face, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. 

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

I cocked my head to the side and asked, "What was that for?"

She grinned and replied, "For the best orgasm I've had in a very long time."

I grinned and said, "You ain't seen nothing yet, we're just getting warmed up." 

She giggled and said, "I was hoping you would say something like that." She ran her hand over the briefs at my hip and asked, "Are you going to wear those all night?"

I chuckled and replied, "I hope not."

With a laugh, she rolled over on top of me, her body laying fully prone against me, her legs spread on either side of mine, and she kissed me. After a moment she broke the kiss and grinned down at me, "Since you removed mine, I guess it's only fair for me to remove yours." 

I didn't have time to reply, as she went back to kissing me. The idea of taking my underwear off must have been intriguing for her because the kiss held much more passion on her side. I kissed her back and let my hands explore her back, hips, and butt. 

She softened the kiss and then moved over to my neck and on to my shoulder. Scooting down, she continued the rain of kisses across my upper chest and then down even farther until her lips touched my hard left nipple. She flicked at it several times with the tip of her tongue before nipping it gently with her teeth. 

I jerked and made a sound so she did it again. When I made the sound but didn't jerk she switched to the other nipple. As soon as her tongue touched it I jerked, I hadn't known my nipples were so sensitive. When her teeth found it and nipped at it, I jerked again.

She looked up at me and grinned as she slid farther down and kissed along my lower rib cage and on down to my belly. When her lips reached the waist band of the shorts, she ran her tongue along my skin just above the material but avoided my manhood completely. My stomach muscles twitched and she grinned up at me again before saying, "I think you like this. I know I sure did."

Sitting up, she rolled the waistband of my briefs down my hips as I had done her panties earlier. I lifted my ass to help her and she got them down to my thighs. She paused there a moment to just look at my manhood. She licked her lips slowly and glanced up at me. 

After a second or two, she said, "I've never liked performing oral sex much but for some reason, I feel compelled to do it to you. I probably won't be much good at it but..." She let the sentence trail off.

I chuckled and said, "The worst blowjob I ever got was great."

She giggled and leaned over to lick slowly along the length of my shaft. Her tongue was hot and wet, my manhood twitched as she tickled the vee in the head. "I must be doing something right," she whispered, mostly to herself. 

Glancing up at me, she asked softly, "Have you got any pointers for a novice?"

I grinned and replied, "Just be careful with your teeth, and the head and the area just below it, where I was circumcised is the most sensitive. It's much like your clit in that respect."

"I never thought of it like that but I can see a resemblance, although it is very much larger." She paused to chuckled before saying, "If a woman had one that large, she wouldn't ever get anything done."

I laughed at that and replied, "Now you know why men have such problems. Well, just treat it like you would want your clit treated, if it was that size, especially the head."

She took several long licks along the shaft and circled the head at the top of each one. My hips moved slightly and my dick twitched on it's own. On the next lick she sucked just the head into her mouth and bathed it with firm pressure from her tongue. When I moaned softly, she looked up at me and tried to smile. My daydream at the Opera couldn't hold a candle to this reality. She sucked more of the shaft in, as her tongue danced over its surface. My hips lifted slowly as she took more and more into her mouth, her eyes never leaving my face.

When I felt the head touch the back of her throat, she slowly lifted her head, her tongue working overtime. As she teased the sensitive head, I moaned again. She took me out of her mouth and looked down at her small fingers wrapped around my shaft, where her lips had stopped moving downward. 

She glanced up at me and grinned before she said, "I could swallow Jimmy with no problem at all and he'd just lay there as quiet as a mouse. I never could tell if he liked what I was doing or not, so I just gave up trying." She ran her tongue across the spongy head a couple of times, which made me hiss. 

With a soft giggle, she said, "I sure don't have that problem with you. You let me know what feels good with sounds and your body. That makes it much more interesting and fun. I'm finding myself trying harder to make you make other sounds."

I grinned at her and replied, "For a novice, you sure are a quick learner. I might warn you though, if you get to carried away, you're going to get a creamy surprise."

She grinned up at me before she said, "Hmmm, I've never had that before." Then she attacked me like a starving woman at a free lunch. 

Carman was well on her way to getting her surprise. She had worked on the head for a long while before trying to swallow me whole. She hadn't made much progress past the first point she'd reached, but her trying and trying again soon had my hips working overtime. Suddenly I heard and felt her moan deep in her throat. She froze for a few seconds as a shiver ran up and down her body, as she came. 

She looked up at me for a few seconds and went back to work on my shaft. In just a few minutes, she moaned and shivered again. Slowly she released me from the warm confines of her mouth and laid her head on my hip, my ridged manhood only inches from her face. She lay that way for several minutes as I reached down and stroked her hair. She blew out a long slow breath and lifted her head to look at me. 

With a shy smiles she whispered, "That's never happened before." She took a deep breath and said in a more normal voice, "I'd heard stories about women having orgasms while sucking a penis, but I thought they were just stories. To tell the truth, I had never found it to be that big a turn on." She leaned down and ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft several times before she continued. "Now that it's happened to me, I don't understand it, but I'm not going to complain." 

She paused to giggle and to crawl up along my body until she was prone on top of me and she could kiss me. After she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Maybe it has more to do with who you're doing it to, than what you are doing."

I pulled her down for a long passionate kiss. As we kissed, she spread her legs out to either side of my hips. As she wiggled her hips from side to side, I could feel her slippery sex touch and then surround the head of my shaft. A soft moan came from both of us. She wiggled a little lower, taking an inch more of me inside her hot, velvety opening. I groaned and flexed my hips upward; another inch entered her. She wiggled backwards, breaking the kiss. 

As she slowly sat up, I lowered my hips and she followed them down. When my butt was back on the bed, she continued to lower herself slowly onto my throbbing shaft. Even as tight as she was, her wetness allowed her to sink slowly downward until she sat on my hips. She sat there for a few seconds with this wide eyed look on her face before she leaned forward and look down at the point we were joined. She wiggled her hips in a tight circle, which brought a moan from me and a gasp from her. She sat back up and leaned forward to place her hands on my chest as she looked into my eyes.

With a shy smile on her lips she said, "I can't believe it all fit." When I moved my hips upward slightly she gasped again and shook her head. "No. Please lay still. I'm very near an orgasm and I want to make it last."

I grinned up at her and lifted my hips as I said, "Well, just go ahead and have that one, and then we'll start work on another, and another, and another." I punctuated the word, another, with a flexing of my hips. At the last "another," she groaned deeply and a shiver ran through her body. The muscles inside her vagina clasp and unclasp along the length of my shaft, which brought a moan from me. A hot wetness flooded over my pelvic region and down over my balls as she came hard. 

Slowly she lay forward until she was once again prone on my chest. Her breathing was heavy and I could feel her rock hard nipples rubbing against me. Little shivers continued to chase each other throughout her body. I ran my hands in slow caresses over her back and ass. It took her several minutes to calm down and for her breathing to get back somewhere close to normal.

After a long sigh, she started to sit up but quickly lay back down as a sudden trimmer ran through her and she gasped. She lay there for several seconds as I felt her inner muscles once again grab at me. 

Slowly she blew out another breath and whispered, "Damn, what have you done to me?" When I laughed, she hurriedly said, "Oh God, don't do that, don't move. If you do, I'll shatter into little bitty pieces." I hugged her to me and lay still. 

*****

I don't remember dozing off, but I must have. I came up out of this most exceptionally sexy dream to find it was real. I opened my eyes to see Carmen riding me slowly. She would lift her hips until the head of my shaft was just inside her opening, and then she would slowly sink back down until I was full sheathed in her hot moist sex. As she moved up and down, I could feel the tight velvety grip of her sex all along the length of my shaft. 

Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. I tried to be quiet and to just enjoy what she was doing but I groaned in spite of myself. Her head came forward and her eyes opened, a smile played softly at the corners of her lips before she said, "Good morning."

"Yes it is." I replied with a smile of my own.

She had continued to move in the same way, not pausing in the slightest. With a grin she said, "I woke up to find this wonderfully hard dick of yours, still inside me. So I decided to see if it felt as good in the light of day as it did in the heat of our passion last night."

I cocked my head to one side and asked the obvious, "Oh, and what conclusions have you come to?"

She laughed and replied, "I haven't come to any yet, but I'm still working on it. I must say though, that it is a great way to start the day."

I moved my hands up and ran them along the tops of her thighs, stroking the soft silky skin. "Oh, yes. Starting the day with a bang is always the best way."

She grinned and leaned forward to be kissed. I rose up onto my elbows so I could reach her lips, her hips not pausing in their slow steady rhythm. About the third time her hips fell in this position, she groaned into my mouth. Breaking the kiss she sat back up straighter saying, "Damn, I don't know what it is about me leaning forward but when I do I almost come. Sitting up like this feels really good but leaning forward makes it so much more intense."

I lay back down, watched the point of our connection for a moment, and then said, "Lean forward slowly until you get to the point it starts to feel so good." 

She did as I asked, still riding me slowly. I watched the point where my dick disappeared inside her and when she groaned, I had the answer. I grinned and sat up, my hands on the bed behind me for support. She leaned forward and kissed me again. 

A moment later, she broke the kiss. "Oh, that's much better. Now I can kiss you and not be distracted by an orgasm building too quickly."

"It's a design problem," I said jokingly.

She cocked her head to the side and replied, "Oh! You don't like my design?"

I laughed and kissed her gently before I said, "I love your design. It fits like a glove and therein lies the problem. Your clit is very close to the top of your opening. When you lean forward, there's a point where your clit becomes trapped and rubs along my shaft, especially on the down stroke. That's why you were coming so hard last night."

She laughed and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She sat down hard on me and stopped moving as I sat up and put my arms around her. The kiss went on for several second before I felt her sex tighten around my shaft and she moaned softly into my mouth, her hips flexing and twitching as she came. 

After she calmed down, I turned us both and rolled her over onto her back with me on top. She grinned up at me and said, "That may be partially true, but I think it is more the guy I'm with."

I leaned down and kissed her softly as I started to flex my hips, moving in and out of her with long, full, forceful strokes. She moaned and brought her legs up to wrap them around my ass. I shortened the stroke but increased the force; the moan became a whimpering whine. I had not came the night before and her slow steady movements of a moment ago had me at a boiling point. It didn't take long for me to reach my peak but I tried to hold off so she could catch up. I didn't have much luck with it but it didn't seem to matter. 

When I came, her whine became a yelling groan that went up in volume as I continued to slam into her. With each hot jet of sperm her legs would clamp tightly around my ass. With one last hard lunge, I buried myself to the hilt and ground my loin against hers. Her hips were bucking and grinding right back.

At some point the kiss had been abandoned to breathing. I now found my head next to hers, my face buried in the thickness of her sweet smelling hair. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, she released the grip with her legs and relaxed them back down onto the bed. I shifted my position to take my weight off her and raised my head up to look into her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, that look of total satisfaction that I love to see on a woman's face after lovemaking. I kissed her forehead softly and smiled to myself.

After a little while, her eyes fluttered open and she saw me looking down at her. She smiled shyly and raised her head for a kiss. She lowered her head back to the bed, sighed deeply, and then said softly, "Wow."

I chuckled and replied, "Uh huh, I'll second that." Then I kissed her again, deeply this time. 

*****

The passion seemed to be building again. I know my dick was starting to firm up, which I found interesting, considering my age. Her hips were starting to move ever so subtlety and her hands were exploring my hips and ass. Then the sharp ring of the phone made both of us jump and break the kiss like two kids caught necking.

It rang three more times before she sighed deeply and reached over to the night stand to pick it up. "Hello." Then she grinned and said, "Oh, hi Jimmy, how are you this wonderful morning?"

I started to get up but she grabbed me and shook her head. Into the phone she said, "Oh, yes, the Opera was great, I enjoyed it immensely." She listened a moment then asked, "Who?" Then after listening again for a few seconds she said, "No, I don't remember anyone like that. There was this old scruffy looking cowboy leaving as I got there. I was running late as usual."

She grinned and blew me a kiss. I grinned back at her and wiggled backwards, down between her legs. She looked at me sharply and then said, "No, I'm off this week, my boss is in Florida, at a conference."




Sow's Ear



Even though she was watching me closely, she still jumped and jerked as my tongue flicked her clit on the words boss, Florida, and conference. She was trying to listen to her ex husband and to push my head away at the same time. My tongue was busy rolling and flicking her clit with great abandon. 

Her stomach muscles were jumping and twitching as she said into the phone, "No, Jimmy. I don't think that would be a good idea." A moment later she said, "Yes, I do like New York but I've got a new project I'm working on right now and it's coming along nicely." 

She clamped her hand over the mouth piece and whispered fiercely, "Stop it, I'm going to explode in about a second." Her hips were working her sex against my face in time with the movements of my tongue. 

Carmen took her hand off the mouthpiece and said sharply, "Jimmy, can I call you back in a few minutes. I need to do something and it can't wait." 

It took her three tries to hang up the phone and then her fingers were in my hair and she was coming like mad. It was the most vocal climax I had heard her have by far.

*****

When she finally released the death grip she had on my hair, I sat up and crossed my legs between her feet. She was still breathing hard and had her eyes tightly shut. From this point of view she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her hands now that they were free, landed on her thighs and slowly ran up and down the firm flesh. Then they teasingly moved to the sensitive area of her inner thighs and slowly upward, passing on each side of her sex and caressed her stomach, moving slowly upward until they reached her breasts. Each hand caressed, squeezed, and slowly massaged a round firm globe for a moment, before tugging at the hard nipples. 

With a long sigh, she moved her arms above her head and stretched. As she relaxed, she opened her eyes and looked at me, grinning, she whispered, "Arse hole."

I laughed and replied, "Scruffy old cowboy, huh. Pay backs are hell, aren't they?

She laughed and shook her head. "Jimmy was wanting to know if I met you last night. I'm not sure what he is up to but believe me, it is not good. He's after something or has a plan in mind. He even wanted to know if I would go to New York with him for a couple of days. He knew I was off from work this week."

I got serious for a moment and asked, "Could it be that he's had second thoughts and wants you back?"

She laughed and sat up, crossing her legs Indian fashion like me. "Yes he does, but I don't want him back. I had, well enough of him and his ways. Too tell the truth, I was never anything more than a trophy for him to show off in front of his family, friends, and associates. I wanted to be a wife, a friend, a lover, and a partner. He didn't need any of that, he had his business and that took up all of his time."

She looked about ready to cry, so I moved forward and took her in my arms. I held her for a moment before she pushed me away, looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I can't believe that you would do something like that while I was talking on the phone, especially while I was talking to my ex husband."

I chuckled and asked, "If you didn't like it, then why did you come like a crazy woman?"

She looked at me sternly for a second and then laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. Smiling she shook her head and leaned forward to kiss me as she whispered, "Crazy cowboy."