18 comments/ 8230 views/ 30 favorites Surprise Chance for Love Ch. 01 By: BlewWater69 This is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. I looked up at the gray clouds rolling off to the Northeast, taking the light rain with them. The beginnings of sunshine could be seen in the rearview mirror of my car. You would have thought the change in the weather would have bright-ened my mood, even with the lateness of the summer day, but not when I was sitting on the side of the road with a flat tire. Worse than that, I was somewhere east of Lake Winnebago, in Wisconsin, on a dirt road. There was only one house in sight, and it appeared quiet. Worse still, my cellphone showed only one bar and my tries at calling for help had both failed. I was beginning to regret leaving work early on Friday so I could be here. Chicago was over two and a half hours behind me now, and I had nothing but country roads and farms scattered sparsely around me. I could hear the voices in my brain of my friends and family questioning my rea-son for being here in the first place. I was here to investigate possibly buying a sixty-acre farm I'd found on a realty listing site. The voice of my best friend and the best man at my wedding, Ben Ward, rang in my head. "What the hell do you want with a farm? You're a hedge fund manager. You'll never make a tenth of what you make now on a freaking farm." Not sure his word was freaking, though. I couldn't argue with that, of course, but at thirty-six I felt like I was in a mid-life crisis. I'd lost my wife, Beth, to progressive breast cancer two years ago. She was my college sweetheart and the total love of my life. Ever since that day, my life just revolved around my work and making money. Yeah, I'd had a few trysts and even a steady relationship for six months or so, but it too eventually crashed and burned. I'd bought toys, like my beloved Land Rover, flat tire and all, and my thirty-nine-foot Hunter sailboat moored in Chicago, but nothing seemed to satisfy my depression over losing the beautiful and fulfilling life I'd had, and planned, with Beth. Somehow, I'd begun to believe changing my life and scenery would be the key. Money alone could no longer fully motivate me. I needed more. My boss had even cooperated when I told him I'd like to work more from home in Wisconsin than to constantly be in the office. I'd keep my Lincoln Park home, as I'd still need it for days I had meetings in the City. As I was one of the company's top fund managers for the last ten years, he was willing to bend a bit from the norm. I was beginning to see what my family and friends were saying as I sat there in my expensive suit. I was so far out in the boonies that none of my big ticket electron-ics could help me. The rain had left the ground muddy and the spare to the Land Rover was nicely secured underneath the back end. I wasn't opposed to changing tires, and thanks to my dad's training I knew how, but the thought of crawling around in the mud in my suit just didn't appeal to me. I finally decided to get out of the car and check out my options once again. I left my coat and tie in the air conditioned car and surveyed the situation. I could strip off my "David Donahue" shirt and only risk my suit pants getting dirty changing the tire, or try walking to the nearest town. Both choices were pretty much unde-sirable. I decided on trying to change the tire, as when I looked around I could see nothing but the one lone farm house and open space. I'd passed a small sleepy town fif-teen minutes back; I figured walking that could easily take me an hour. Also, since it was nearly eight o'clock, I'd be lucky to find anything open or anyone to help. Hopefully, I could change the tire without ruining my pants, and then make my way back to the Sheboygan hotel I'd checked into earlier. Stupidly, I'd been in such a rush to get a look at the farm before meeting the realtor that I hadn't changed or even eaten while I was there. I was midway through taking my shirt off when I saw headlights bouncing up and down on the bumpy road about a mile away. I decided to wait and see if this per-son might be of help. Hopefully, it would be a patrol car or better yet a tow truck. As the car approached, my heart sank a bit seeing it was an older model Outback or Volkswagen. Thankfully, the car did pull to a stop next to mine. I walked up to the passenger side window as it lowered. Before I could say anything a pleasant female voice said, "Having trouble?" "Yeah, a flat, of all things," I said, bending over to see the women behind the steering wheel. I was startled a bit to see bright blue eyes and a beautiful blonde woman looking at me. She smiled as her eyes met mine before she cast them down at my open shirt. I'd gone without a tee shirt today, and my bare chest was clearly visible through the partially-unbuttoned dress shirt. "Um...I was just about to try changing it," I stated. "In those clothes?" "Not much choice," I agreed. "That's why I was taking my shirt off." "I see," she commented, as her eyes once again drifted to my chest. "Might you have a cell phone I could borrow? Mine doesn't get coverage here." "Sure. Are you from around here?" she asked, but with a real questioning tone like she already knew better. "No. Chicago." "Who you want to call?" "A service man?" "I doubt you can find anyone local working this late on a Friday." "Oh? You don't think so?" "Closest gas station is John Park's Citgo in Chilton, and he's closed by now. You might be able to get someone to drive out from Manitowoc, but that will cost you." "I can pay cash." "Well, you're welcome to try," she said, and she pulled her car off the road in front of mine. I thought it was odd that she kept the engine running, until I noticed two blonde-haired young boys in the back seat, strapped into car seats. I guessed they were maybe three or four years old, perhaps even twins. She climbed out of the car and I got a quick look at her before she handed me her phone. She had on short white shorts and a light blue blouse. The white bra underneath was partially visi-ble through the thin cotton fabric. Complete with white sandals, she looked ap-propriately dressed for the summer heat of July. She moved like a long-legged cat. "Cell phone coverage out here is spotty at best," she warned. "Thanks," I said taking the older model phone from her hand, our fingers touching briefly. I cursed myself for not having AAA, forcing me to try to find the closest gas station or repair shop using her phone. She was right. The first two I called just rang and rang. The third answered, but it was just a kid working the cash register and there weren't any repair people there. I realized I was just keeping her from getting home or whatever and handed her back her phone. "I'm sorry...looks like you're right. I can't seem to find anyone. I'll have to tackle it myself before I lose all of my daylight. I just hate to ruin these pants crawling under the car to pull out the spare." "Expensive?" was all she said looking down at them. "Yeah...part of my suit. My jacket is in the car." "Well, wait until I'm home over there," she said smiling, pointing to the one lone house I'd seen before. "Then you can take them off if you want." "What?" "This road only goes to my house and Mr. Crandall's down the road, and he doesn't drive anymore. The chances of you seeing another car on this road are next to none," she said with a beautiful smile. Her face was gorgeous in the slowly setting sun that cast a golden glow over her tanned skin. She looked like an angel with a halo of gold hair. I was lost in those blue eyes, too. I must have been staring for a second and made her uncomforta-ble as she dropped the smile. "Okay...good luck," she said, turning to leave. "Thanks...and thanks for letting me use your phone." She turned around with her car door open as if for a quick escape. "What brings you all the way out here anyway?" she asked, suddenly curious. "I wanted to get an early look at the Martin place," I said. "I'm to meet a realtor there tomorrow morning at nine." "You foreclosing on it or something?" "Oh, no...I might buy it." "Really?" "Yeah. Why? Shouldn't I?" "You a farmer?" "No," I said laughing. "Why do you want a farm, then?" "That's exactly what everyone I know is asking. I guess I'm just looking for some-thing different in my life." "Well, based on the fancy dudes you have on I'd say you are really stepping out from your norm to try farming." "Very true." She went to sit in her driver's seat only to stop suddenly. She turned back to me and stared at me as if sizing me up again. "I could give you some clothes from my husband to change the tire." "Really?" "Yeah...you look to be about the same size as him." "I just need pants if you have them." "I think we can wrangle up a tee shirt too. Just one question first before I take you to my house?" "Yes?" "You're not an ax murderer or thief or anything are you?" "Not hardly." "Good, because my boys need protection," she concluded. "Get in." I strode quickly to her passenger seat while hitting the lock button on my car re-mote. The seat was up and it took me a bit to cram my six-foot, two-inch frame into her Jetta. She noticed and told me how to adjust the seat back before driving off. It took all of a minute to cover the quarter mile to her farmhouse. I helped her by opening the back door on my side and unbuckling the seat belt for the boy on my side. I fully expected her to tell me she'd take care of it, but she didn't. Instead she said, "That's Blaine and this is Blake by the way. They're identical twins and just turned three. I'm Elizabeth Barton." "Jackson Thompson." The boys had both been playing with some type of game platform, but stopped to look curiously at me as I helped Blaine down and out of the car. The boys ran into the house, glad to finally be out of the car. I was surprised to see them open the door only to be immediately lovingly molested by twin dogs. "Bonnie and Clyde...go potty," Elizabeth said, pointing to the open garage door. "Beautiful dogs," I remarked. "Brittneys...from the same litter two years ago. Gifts from my parents." The dogs got one more face lick in on the boys and sniffed me out before scurry-ing out into the yard to relieve their bladders. Elizabeth followed the boys into the house and told me to leave the door open behind me, for the dogs. We en-tered through the laundry room and then into the kitchen. The boys kept going into the family room, where toys covered the carpet. They were really cute kids, with longish blonde hair over their ears. "Would you like a drink of something?" Elizabeth asked me. "Sure, but I better hurry if I don't want to change the tire in the dark." "Yeah. You'll find pop in the refrigerator and the glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink. Help yourself while I get the clothes." The dogs came rushing back in, circled me again for a few pets, and then ran back to the boys. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a can of Diet Pepsi, opened the top and took a drink. The cold fizzy liquid tasted great and reminded me I'd neglected dinner. I glanced at the boys playing together on the floor nicely, with the dogs hanging around them. Sliding glass doors led off the kitchen onto a fair-sized deck and the fields beyond. Moving to the doors, I looked around the back-yard and the distant fields around the house. Corn about chest high covered the low rolling hills. "Here we go," Elizabeth said from behind me, entering the kitchen. "I found sneakers, too. They might do the job, temporarily." "Oh, great," I said turning to her. She handed me a pair of worn jeans and a Milwaukee Brewers tee shirt, along with sneakers that looked like a pair of slightly worn Nike cross trainers, not unlike my own. "The bathroom is there," she said pointing. "Thank you...you're most kind." "It's nothing. I can't see you possibly ruining such nice clothes and shoes." I went into the bathroom and took the opportunity to relieve myself, too. The pants fit nearly perfectly, so I reasoned her husband must be almost exactly my size. The shirt was a tight fit, but not uncomfortable, and would do nicely for the brief time I needed it. Even the sneakers fit fine. I emerged from the bathroom in about five minutes, holding my good clothes. Elizabeth was busying herself at the sink with dishes, but she stopped when she saw me out of the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry everything looks like such a mess, but keeping up with those two is a full time job. I can run you back to your car if you want. The boys will be fine for two minutes. Besides, I've wanted to check the range on this monitor," she said holding up a kid's monitor. "It's okay; I can jog back." "No, it's no problem." I followed her back out to the car in the garage, admiring her figure along the way. She appeared to be about five foot seven in her sandals, with long, lean and shapely, tanned legs, a tight waist, and a nice bulge to her breasts. Her ass, though, might just have been her best asset. I wasn't sure if I detected a small wiggle as I followed her. Fortunately, I averted my eyes in time to keep from get-ting caught looking as we got in the car. In another minute, we were back at my car. She appeared to drive with a bit of speed. We drove in silence, but before I got out of the car I thanked her and said I'd re-turn the clothes as soon as I was done. "Keep them," she said. "I don't need them back." "I'm not sure my Chicago White Sox friends will like my wearing a Brewers shirt," I kidded. "Besides, won't your husband get mad at you giving away his stuff?" "It fits you nicely," she claimed, and even took a second to look me up and down. "No, my husband died over two years ago from cancer." "Oh...I'm sorry," I said. "And I feel like such a fool." "Don't...but thanks...those clothes have just been taking up space anyway." "I share your pain." "What do you mean?" "I lost my wife to breast cancer two years ago." "I'm sorry, too." "It's okay...I'm dealing with it...but I'd still feeling funny taking the clothes." "Please don't. It's okay. Take that tarp to lie on." "Thanks for everything, Elizabeth," I said, realizing I might not see her again if I didn't return the clothes. "You're welcome. I hope the tire changing goes easy enough for you." The monitor crackled and you could hear the boys fighting over a toy. The dogs were barking now, too. "Sounds like I need to get back, but you see those clouds over there?" she asked, pointing to the west. "Yeah...pretty black. I hope they hold off long enough." I studied her face as she looked off into the gloom of the clouds. Her expression showed sadness that I couldn't quite figure. She didn't seem in too much of a rush despite the yelling and barking on the monitor. "I guess that thing works this far from the house," she finally said. "Yeah. It's pretty impressive," I replied. "Look," she said softly without turning to look at me. "Where are you staying?" "I have a hotel room back in Sheboygan." "That's nearly forty minutes from here." "Yeah." "Did you eat before you broke down?" "No." "Come to the house after you're done and I'll fix you something." "That would be great, but I don't want to put..." "No trouble, but are you sure I can trust you?" "You can." "I think of myself as an aware person. I don't want to be one of those stupid women who make a mistake in trusting someone. I have to be even more cau-tious, with the boys." "I'm very safe, Elizabeth," I stated. "Give me your wallet." "What?" "Give me your wallet!" "Okay, sure." She took my wallet without even moving her head, still looking off to the growing darkness to the west. She popped open the fold to where my license showed, and looked down. "Jackson Thompson Junior. Your dad was Jackson Thompson too?" "My grandfather too, but my dad didn't go by junior." "I like family traditions. Okay, Jackson. Come up to the house when you're done." "Thanks, Elizabeth. I'll do that." "Call me Elly, please." "Jack." "See you soon, Jack." "Thanks." I got out of the car and Elly sped off to answer the screaming from the monitor. Looking off to the west I realized I had to hurry if I was going to keep from being soaked. The tarp was a great plus and I quickly spread it under the back of the Land Rover. It took me a few minutes to analyze how to get the spare off and a bit of finesse to get the screw undone and the tire off. Next, I retrieved the scissor jack from below the carpet and panel in the trunk. I easily found the spot on the frame to lift the back right quarter and was a bit im-pressed with myself when I raised the car quickly. I loosened the bolts before lift-ing the tire off the ground. Jacking the car higher, I had the tire off and the new one on in just a few minutes. I tightened the bolts to hand tight and then lowered the car a bit to keep the tire from spinning as I further tightened it. Finally, I threw the spare in the trunk along with the jack, just as another lightning bolt lit the nearly dark sky. It was nine thirty, and I gave thanks to daylight savings time. I could see a sheet of rain coming at me. I jumped into the Rover and sped to the house. Elly had smartly left the garage door open for me, and I got into the gar-age just as the rain started pelting my car. I looked back out of the garage and smiled as the thunderstorm opened up. As I walked to the door to the house it opened, and Elly let me in. She smiled as she hit the close button on the garage door and I entered behind her. The lights were on in the house now and I didn't see the kids or the dogs. "A burger work?" she asked. "Thanks. Sounds perfect," I replied. "Wash up and sit here," Elly said. I washed my hands and forearms in the kitchen sink, and she led me to the kitchen table. I sat at the head of the table, where she wanted, and she served me a burger on a bun with steak fries. She put a catsup bottle on the table and a glass of water. "You want a beer or something?" she asked. "A beer would be great," I said. Elly brought me a Samuel Adams as I started eating like a starved animal. The burger tasted great with fried onions on it. I put catsup on my plate and dipped the steak fries with my fork. I was halfway through the burger before I even looked up. Elly was smiling at me. "What? It's wonderful," I praised. "It's been a while since I watched a hungry guy eat," she joked. "I forgot what male starvation looked like." "Funny. Laugh all you want," I replied as I took another bite, with a smirk on my face. Elly continued to watch me eat, smiling the whole time. I was almost finished with the burger and working on the last of the fries as she started talking to me. "Jack, did you and your wife have any kids?" "No. We were both into our careers at first. She was a nurse." "What do you do?" "I'm a hedge fund manager in Chicago." "That sounds lucrative." "It can be, and for me it has been." "Don't they want a lot of money for the Martin place?" "It's been on the market for fourteen months, and they've lowered it to $1.1 mil-lion." "Wow! You really interested in buying it for that?" "I don't know. I need to look at it. I've loved lakes since my childhood, when we used to go to Green Lake, here in Wisconsin. I'm more interested in the frontage on Winnebago than the farm, though, to be honest." "Winnebago is different from Green Lake." "Yeah? How so?" "Bigger, for one, and not as deep. On the eastern side, here, we have to deal with ice melt in the spring." Surprise Chance for Love Ch. 01 "What's that?" "Sheets of ice can flow across the lake as it melts and do a number on the eastern shore. That's why you don't see docks, at least permanent ones, here." "Really." "Yeah. You need to learn more about Winnebago." "I guess I do. Are there positives to consider too?" "Well, if you like to fish, it's a good fishing lake, and you can even catch sturgeon." "I'd heard that." "Would you farm at all?" "I think I'd try, but I still intend to work my job for now." "That's good, because that property hasn't been farmed properly for years." "What do you mean?" "Since old man Martin died, the kids have tried from afar to hire others to farm it. They live in Florida and Georgia, from what I know. They couldn't care less about the property and only want to sell it." "I'm glad I met you, or I wouldn't have known any of this." "I've lived here for ten years, so I pretty much know what goes on." I pushed my empty plate away and grabbed my beer. I looked at the label and up at Elly. She seemed to be studying my face. "That hit the spot. Thank you." "You're welcome." "Are the boys in bed?" "Yeah; they were exhausted after being at their grandparents' place all day. I put the dogs into my room, too." "Good beer choice. You a beer drinker?" "Somewhat, but I prefer something else for a high." "Really," I chuckled. "What is that, pot?" "No, moonshine." "What?" "You heard me." "Really? Moonshine?" "Yes. Want some?" "You kidding me? You really have moonshine?" "Yes. One of my neighbors does a brew." "Is it good?" "Awesome. You want some?" "Sure. Why not?" Elly got up and disappeared into a walk-in pantry. She emerged with an unlabeled gallon jar. She put ice from the freezer into two glasses and poured some of the clear liquid into both. She walked to me with a smile on her face. "Drink it slowly," she warned. "You drink it straight up?" "Yeah. It has a lemony flavor. Try it." I sipped it and so did she. I took a second sip and had to admit it wasn't too bad. The lemon helped cut the high alcohol content. I liked it. "Not bad," I said. "Not too strong?" "No. The lemon helps cut the strong alcohol." "See? I told you." She took another sip and smiled at me. I sipped and returned her smile. I could feel the alcohol seeping into my veins, as a heat seemed to rise in my body. She was still smiling at me and her beauty had me spellbound. "This stuff is great," I said. "Told you," Elly giggled. "We could get drunk on this stuff quickly." "Yeah...true...but it feels good. I haven't relaxed like this in ages." "Honestly, me either." "Jack, I have to tell you something before we get too drunk." "What?" "I called the sheriff." "What?" "No, nothing about you, except I told him I had a visitor, gave him your name and driver's license number, and told him not to worry about the car in my driveway." "You did?" "I'm sorry, but I have my sons to worry about. Look at it this way...now I can re-lax, as it were." "I'd glad you did." "Really? Why?" "I don't want you to have to worry about me. I'm what you see, nothing more." "I like what I see," Elly said, with a big smile. "Me too." "Yeah, sure! The alcohol makes everything look good, right?" "What are you talking about? You're beautiful." "You're nice, but I've felt like a 'has been' for a while now." "You're no has been, Elly. That's for sure." "Thanks. You want some more?" "Just a little," I said, swishing the ice in my glass. Elly replaced our drinks with fresh ones. She gave me more than I really wanted, but gave herself the same amount. She had only just sat down when she looked at me for a long time without talking. "What?" "You want to stay?" "Okay." "I prepared a room in case you wanted to." "Thanks. That would be wonderful." "You want to shower?" she asked. "Maybe I should," I agreed. "Here...I'll show you where things are." I followed Elly up the stairs to the second floor. My eyes never left her incredible butt the whole way up the steps. She took me to a small bedroom with a single bed. On the bed were towels already laid out for me. She pointed to the bath-room across the hall. "You can shower in there." "Thanks." After she left, I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. There was a tooth-brush in an empty glass on the sink as well as a disposable razor on the sink. I stripped off the sweaty shirt and the jeans, turned on the water for the tub and climbed in naked. I stepped into the water once it was hot and moved the valve to the shower position. It felt great and I just let it run over me for a while. I found shampoo in the shower and quickly washed and shaved my nightly stubble. Once dried off, I went to my room with a towel around me. Surprisingly, I found a new tee shirt and gym shorts on the bed. Donning those, I went back downstairs. I found Elly watching TV in the family room. She was curled up on one end of the couch. She'd changed and had a thin robe on. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I took a seat on the couch opposite her. She smiled sweetly as I sat, but then returned to watching the TV. She had the news on. "Want to watch a movie or something?" she asked while sipping her drink. My drink was on the coffee table between us. It had been refilled. I took a sip while looking over at her; she pretended not to notice. "That sounds great," I offered. "We can find something on Netflix," she suggested. I watched her shuffle through several selections until we settled on a James Bond movie. She started it and we sat back sipping our drinks, the alcohol once again warming my insides and making me relax. "Have you dated since your wife died?" Elly asked, somewhat out of the blue. "I have, but not a lot, and not with much luck," I replied. "How about you?" "No, not much to choose from around here," she said with a slight chuckle. "Yeah. Not much for population, huh?" "Pitiful. You want to marry again?" "I hope to...yes...someday." "That's nice." "How about you?" "It's a little different for a simple farm girl who's the mother of two young boys." "I suppose that's true, but that's not an answer," I pressed. "Of course, I'd like to. I hope I can find someone who wants me." "What are you talking about? You're a beautiful woman. Any guy would be blessed to be with someone as great as you." "That's sweet of you, but you don't even know me." "True, but if I buy the Martin place we'll be like neighbors." We watched a good hour of the movie without a word. My watch said it was eleven thirty. I'd been up since six thirty and was beginning to feel the alcohol and the late hour. My eyes were getting heavy and a little panic hit me as I real-ized I had to be up and ready for the realtor at nine. I hung in another half hour and finished my drink, but I was feeling loose and ready for bed. I glanced over at Elly and she was staring intently at the screen. Her drink was empty too. One part of me wanted to cross the short distance be-tween us and hold her in my arms. The other said don't be a fool and mess things up. I listened to the latter, whether right or wrong. "Elly, I'm about to fall asleep. I think I better go up to bed since I have an early meeting with the realtor tomorrow." "You should," she agreed with a slight slur to her speech. "You're going to watch the end of the movie and be okay?" "Yes. Goodnight." And I left. I brushed my teeth and hit the sack. The bed was small for me, but comfortable. I fell asleep quickly and didn't wake until my cell went off at seven thirty. I got up right away, showered again, and dressed in some clothes Elly had put on a chair for me the day before. The slacks and shirt were a good match, and though older looking, fit well and looked okay. I went down the stairs at ten after eight. Elly was already awake. The twins were watching some cartoon on TV with a dog each in their laps. I barely entered the kitchen when Elly looked up from the stove at me. Like the night before, she was dressed in a thin robe. "Hungry?" she asked. "Sure." I sat at the kitchen table and Elly served me a plate of fried eggs, bacon, and pan-cakes. The syrup was already on the table and she called the boys to join us. They didn't come right away, but did when Elly promised pancakes with syrup. She helped them into their chairs, served them and then herself. There had been coffee at my place at the table and I drank it black, like always. The dogs circled the table like hungry beggars. I watched as she dished out the pancakes to the boys. As she leaned over the ta-ble to cut their pancakes, I glanced up and noticed her robe had parted at the neckline. It hung open enough for me to see the tops of her breasts. The soft flesh looked inviting and my eyes might have lingered this time just a bit too long to avoid detection. After breakfast, the boys left the table quickly after their mother wiped their sticky hands and chins. Once again, I tried not to get caught observing her ample tits. The thinness of her robe didn't do much to hide the silky nightgown beneath. My mind was working overtime trying to picture her naked. It was twenty before nine before I realized it, and I gave my apologies as I bolted for the garage door and my car. After I left I realized I didn't exactly know where the driveway was to the Martin place and thought I should have asked Elly. I drove back toward the main road and this time noticed the mailbox with Martin on it. I'd missed it the day before. I turned down the driveway and found an SUV parked at a house about a half mile down the road. The sign on the side door of the car said "Winnebago Realty," and an older woman was on a cellphone stand-ing outside the car. I got out of the Rover and greeted the silver haired woman. She had a very pleas-ant smile and a welcoming handshake. "Mr. Thompson?" "Yes. Mrs. Warner?" "Yes, nice to meet you. Did you have any trouble finding the place?" I considered telling her about all the trouble the day before, but decided against it. The less she knew of that day the better. "No." "Good. What would you like to see first?" "I don't care. Give me your normal routine," I said. "Okay, let start with the house and then the barn. We'll finish with a drive around the property." "Sounds good." The house was about the same as Elly's, a two story square box of a farmhouse. It was small, with three bedrooms on the second floor and one and half baths. The barn was better, in the sense that it seemed more complete. Inside the barn were a large John Deere tractor and several other large farm machines. They all were part of the deal, as the family wanted nothing more to do with the farm or farming. Lastly, in Mrs. Warner's car, we toured the property. She followed a dirt trail out along the bare, weed-infested fields. They weren't planted this year with corn or soybeans, or anything else. It seemed such a waste that the farm was idle. We finally circled around the sixty acres and turned off to the waterfront. There was a small boathouse, but it was set back over two hundred feet from the edge of the lake; probably a result of what Elly told me about the ice melts in the spring. I asked Mrs. Warner to stop at the end of the road, close to the lake's edge. I got out of the car and strolled alone along the shoreline. The property had over six hundred feet on the lake, but it was just raw shoreline, nothing developed. I was a little disappointed in the look. I remembered the place at Green Lake from my visits as a kid; it was smaller but quainter, with a small dock and sandy beach. The beach here was sandy, but full of overgrowth and trash. When I got back in the car with Mrs. Warner, she drove back to the house along the continuation of the trail. It was then I realized we'd just made a very big circle and the house was not that far away from the beach. A slight hill blocked the view of the house from the beach, and vice versa. She pulled her car up next to mine. "Well, what do you think?" "Interesting," I answered. "Interesting good, or interesting bad?" "Not sure, really. I'm still kind of processing it." "Okay." "Let me think about it over the weekend." "Sure. I think the family is motivated to sell and would drop the price further." "Okay. That's good," I acknowledged. I let Mrs. Warner pass me on the driveway, and I paused at the corner where the Martin driveway met the dirt road. I could go left, back to Sheboygan, or go right, back to say goodbye to Elly and the boys. I'd already said goodbye so it wasn't like she would be expecting me. I really wasn't sure if this property was what I wanted. If I passed on it, though, there was nothing to keep me in touch with Elly. Surprise Chance for Love Ch. 02: Saturday This is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. ***** I turned right and drove the short distance back to Elly's house. It was about 11:30 Saturday morning, and there was a strange car in the driveway. I paused at the entrance to the driveway and asked myself whether I should just leave since she had company. The vehicle was an older model Ford pickup with tools like shovels and rakes in the back. Was it a relative or a friend, a worker, or someone else? I dismissed the first two, thinking the car was too old and dirty to be family member or friend. Of course, anything was a guess, but I took the chance and drove forward. Getting out of the car, I listened for any signs I would be interrupting anything. Hearing none, I walked to the front door despite the garage being open. I rang the doorbell and the two dogs immediately started barking. They kept at it until I finally heard Elly yelling at them to calm down. I could see a figure, presumably her, coming toward the front door, through the thin curtain covering the small window on the door. Elly opened the door with the dogs still barking around her. "Oh, Jack." "Hi, Elly. I'm sorry to trouble you again." The dogs brushed around me looking for petting, which I gave them, but soon bolted into the front yard to go potty or just check it out. "It's no trouble at all. What's up?" Elly said. "Well, I just wanted to say goodbye again, and thanks for everything." "Did you like the Martin place?" "Not sure. It needs lots of work and the beachfront was not quite what I expected or hoped. "Oh. Does that mean you're leaning towards passing?" "Maybe. I haven't decided, and I told the realtor I'd think about it over the weekend." She looked at me and the original smile she had when she first came to the door faded and I worried I might have said something wrong. Could she be mad at me for wasting her time? "Jack, please walk around back with me for a second," she said, stepping outside and pulling the door shut behind her. I followed her, trying not to stare at her butt. She had on short denim cutoffs and a sleeveless small flowered white shirt. Obviously, it was the heat of the summer's day influencing her choice of dress. The dogs bolted by us as we headed around the side of the house toward the back deck. They chased each other and ran up to an Hispanic looking fellow standing by a running tractor. He looked to be in his forties or so, as he bent to pet the dogs. He stopped and looked up as we neared. "Miss Elly, I'm ready to head out." "Jose, this is Jackson Thompson and he is looking at the Martin place. Let me talk to him for a bit and I'll drive out in the 4-wheeler with the boys." "No hurry, Miss Elly. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson." Jose climbed up on the tractor and started off into the corn fields, pulling a trailer with fencing material. "He's a great worker," Elly commented. "He really has weekends off, but he is so dedicated he wanted to get a start on fixing the fence over on the Martin property border." "You're fixing a fence between their farm and yours?" "My farm is only thirty acres, and I raise a few cattle over there to supplement our food supply and make a few extra dollars." "Is raising cattle a good way to go, versus farming?" "I need to check on Blaine and Blake. Can you come inside with me?" I followed her again, as she called the dogs to come. Blaine and Blake were in the family room, behind a kid's gate blocking the way out. They were playing with different things in separate parts of the room. It was probably why everything seemed peaceful. "Keeps them corralled," she whispered over her shoulder. "Have a seat at the table and I'll get us a couple beers." "Sounds good. Thanks." I couldn't help but watch Elly as she moved around the kitchen. Her blonde hair was once again in a long bouncing ponytail. I caught glimpses from the side of what was probably a sports bra under her shirt as her arms moved. I averted my eyes to look outside just as she turned from the kitchen with the two opened beers. "Cattle ranching is okay, but it's not for the faint of heart. I find it better to spread my acres between cattle and crops." "Interesting. I guess I'd have a lot to learn about all of this." "That's why you hire help like Jose to work for you." "That makes sense." Elly looked at me thoughtfully for a second, she then added, "I have a confession." "Really?" "Yeah. I was hoping you'd come back here after your appointment." "Oh?" "Yeah. I wanted to hear what you thought of the Martin Place." "Like I said, I'm still thinking about it." "You did. I was just about to make lunch for the boys. Stay for lunch?" "You already fed me a bigger breakfast than I'm used to, but I suppose I could. I need to borrow your phone once more, though. If I don't call the hotel soon they might sell the clothes I left in my room." "Sure. It's plugged in over there on the bar." "Thanks." "You like tomato soup and grilled cheese?" "Sounds great. Can I help with anything after my call?" "Just keep an eye on the boys, please." "Ok, done." The hotel was cooperative and agreed to store my suitcase until I returned. I found that if I needed to stay again they had rooms open. Blaine was playing with wooden toy trains. I sat down on the floor cross-legged with him and watched for a little and talked to him about what he was doing before I touched any piece or made any suggestions. He seemed happy to have someone to play with, so I helped him build a different track set up. Not to be left out, Blake joined us and soon we were all working together to set up the trains. I lost track of time until I spotted Elly watching from the entrance to the family room. I had no idea how long she'd been standing there. She saw me notice her and said, "Lunch is ready, boys." "Not now, Mommy," Blaine said. "I'm not hungry," Blake added. "Come on boys...let's eat lunch," I said getting up. They looked up at me, discouraged I'd stop playing with them. Then Blaine came running saying he wanted to sit by Mr. Jack. Blake claimed me too. Elly smiled at me as we pulled the boys' chairs close to mine on either side. As we started eating the soup and grilled cheese, the boys watched me eat and tried to duplicate what I was doing. They weren't bad with a spoon, either. Elly must have done a good job training them. "Mommy, can Mr. Jack come to the movie?" "Ah...I don't know, Blaine. He might want to get back to Chicago," she stated, but her eyes seemed to question that. "Can he, Mommy?" Blake added. "It's up to him, boys." "Um...the movie?" I queried. "There's a new Pixar Dinosaur movie at the drive-in theatre I promised I'd take the boys to tonight. It's followed by the new Star Wars movie, but we might not stay for all of that. It depends on them." "Sounds like fun," I agreed. "Really?" Elly asked, sort of surprised I'd consider it. "Great," Blaine yelled, as he pushed his mostly finished sandwich away. "Let's play more trains, Mr. Jack." "I get the red one," Blake yelled, referring to a train. He also pushed his plate away, with his sandwich half-eaten. He'd eaten the middle out of it, but left the crust of the bread untouched. I'd finished eating, so with a smile to Elly I let them pull me out of the chair and back to play. We played trains, then colored, and then played with cars in a toy parking garage. I was beginning to wonder what would be next when Elly called them for naps. They fought the idea until I offered to help put them to bed. So up the stairs we went, with Elly freaking out the whole way, apologizing that the beds weren't made. It took a few minutes to get the boys into bed and somewhat calm. Elly and I went back downstairs and turned on the monitor. I helped her clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I appreciate your playing with the boys, but you probably have better things to do." "It was fun for me too," I replied. "My sister has two little girls. Not quite the same for me." Elly laughed, "I suppose not, playing dolls." "They're very cute and sweet, so I do like being with them," "You have any pictures?" I showed her several pictures of the girls, my older sister, and my brother. She also got to see my parents, as the pictures were from my younger niece's fourth birthday. "Beautiful girls," "Thanks." "You have a nice family," Elly stated. "Yeah, they're cool. How about you? Did you say you were at your parents' the other day?" "Yeah, they live up in Appleton and pitch in with the twins when they can. My father has arthritis pretty bad so he doesn't get around well, and as you can see keeping up with the boys is a full-time job." "That's for sure. Siblings?" "I have two older brothers, but they both live out in California. They're each married with a son and daughter. We don't get to see them as often as I'd like." "That's too bad." "Want another beer?" Elly asked. "Sure, but are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" "Is it that easy?" Elly joked with a very cute laugh. Elly got us two more beers and put another twelve-pack from the garage into the fridge to cool. I followed her out onto the deck and we sat at a picnic table opposite each other. She put the monitor on the table between us. The sun was bright and warm, and the long khakis and short-sleeve dress shirt Elly had given me for my meeting with the realtor were too heavy for sitting in the afternoon sun. "Hot out here, huh?" "Sure is," I agreed. "Wait here. I think I have some shorts and a tee shirt I can get for you." "That'd be great." Elly left with her beer and I took off the dress shirt before it got soaked with sweat. The sun felt good on my bare skin, but I could feel myself perspiring from the waist down in the khakis. I took a few good pulls on my beer. The cool liquid felt good in the sun. I was just sitting back looking off into the fields when Elly returned. She'd changed into a bikini with thin white cotton shorts covering the bottom. She handed me a bathing suit. "See if this fits you." "Right here?" I joked. "Your call," Elly quipped back. "I think I'll use the bathroom again." I returned just wearing the swimsuit. Elly had grabbed two new beers for us and was just finishing her first. Mine was empty, too. We clicked cold beers and toasted. "I'm lucky you had all these clothes," I stated. "Actually, you are lucky. I'm pulling most of these out of boxes I'd prepared for the Salvation Army. If it's okay for me to say, though, I'm kind of glad you got that flat." "Me too." "My god, you look great," Elly commented, looking at my chest. "You must work out a lot." "Not really. Actually I don't work out, so to speak, I hate it. No, I play tennis at least three times a week in the summer and squash all winter." "That keeps you looking like you do? Wow!" "Well, I confess to liking sit-ups, too. I try to do a hundred most nights before bed." "Whatever you're doing, keep it up," she encouraged. "Thanks. I should say the same thing. You're incredible looking." "Really?" "Yes! You must realize that you're gorgeous." "You're very kind, but I haven't done anything special for years. I guess I keep weight off running a farm and carrying two three-year-olds around. They weigh about thirty pounds each, so carrying them is quite a chore. As you've seen, keeping up with them is not for the faint of heart, either." "I bet." "Your girlfriend is a lucky gal." "No girlfriend." "Really?" "No. I was slow to date after Beth died, and honestly most of them were of the one night stand type. I did date one woman for several months, but that was never meant to last. How about you?" "I haven't dated at all. I'd try to convince you it's because of the lack of good potential suitors around here, but the truth is I just haven't even had the time or interest in looking." "I guess we're fairly similar in that regard." "True, but you've at least started stepping out." "Yeah, but I measure everyone against Beth and I'm afraid I've set the bar high." "Me too. Ben was the love of my life, and with two young boys I'm probably not the ideal candidate for most men." "I don't know about that," I argued. "I think it's probably true, but you could be an exception, with the way you play with them." "Thanks. They're great boys." "Hey, let's move over to those lounge chairs so I can get the sun on my front." We moved across the deck, from the picnic table to two white lounge chairs. I sat down first and took a drink of my beer. I watched Elly take off her white shorts to expose the small bikini bottoms that barely covered her sweet ass. "I like tanning when I can," Elly said. "You won't find me complaining," I quipped. "Am I painting a good picture for you?" Elly asked with a cute giggle. "Like a Mona Lisa." "Good," she added smugly, taking her chair. "That's nice." "If I didn't know better, I'd say someone planted nails on the road so I'd get a flat and meet you, all to get me to buy the Martin Farm." "Oh, really? Would that work?" Elly prodded jokingly. "Maybe," I replied and chuckled too. "Mmm. You're doing a great job stroking the ego of a woman who hasn't had male company in many years. You trying to push my buttons, Jack?" "If I could." "Ha. Are you looking for another fast fling?" Elly joked. "I'm just looking and liking what I see." "Good," Elly exulted, as she took a pull of her beer and settled back, looking up into the sun as if absorbing its rays. We talked for the next hour, mostly of our pasts and our likes. We talked of places we'd been and where we'd like to go. She brought up a place to eat on the way to the drive-in theatre, which got us into talking of food. I think we were both enjoying the company and the conversation when the monitor crackled to life. Elly said it was Blaine waking up. After getting the kids up, I agreed to play with them while Elly quickly drove out to see whether Jose needed anything. When she came back about half an hour later, I was playing whiffle ball with the boys in the backyard. I was teaching them to swing the bat at the ball, letting them take turns at batting and playing catcher. The boys were thrilled when they hit one of my close underhand pitches. The boys and I were still in our swimsuits. Elly had covered up to see Jose, but quickly changed back into her bikini to join us. Blaine and I played against Elly and Blake. Elly's rule was I had to swing with only one hand to make it fairer. I was delighted to see the progress the boys made and how they seemed to like the game. I was more observant of how athletic Elly appeared, and watching her swing the bat and run the makeshift bases in her bikini was a real treat. She was so good, she and Blake won the simple game we played. By the time we finished, we all needed showers before leaving for dinner. It took over an hour for Elly and me to get the boys and us all ready. Elly provided me with shorts and a tee shirt, while she had on a print summer dress that fell to about mid-thigh. Her hair was down and combed like golden flax. It was six o'clock before we set out in my car. I'd volunteered my car since it was much bigger and there was room for the boys to sleep in the back if they got tired. Elly said they rarely both made it through the whole first movie, as it was late by the time it was dark enough for the film to be played. The restaurant was on the way to the theater. It featured Italian food; Elly explained that the boys loved spaghetti and garlic bread. The place where we stopped was not much more than a local town's café, but the food was good and in large portions. I insisted on paying for the meal and movies, as payback for all her help and for letting me stay and eat with them. It was nearly eight by the time we entered the drive-in theater. Having eaten so much, no one wanted anything for snacks. Also, Elly had packed a few healthy snacks like grapes, apples, and bottles of water in a carry bag. It was a warm summer night so I kept the Rover running for cool air much of the time till it got dark. As the dinosaur movie came on, the boys sat in the front with Elly and me. Blaine sat on my lap and Blake on Elly's, though I was never sure from just appearances. The boys lasted through most of the first movie, but were falling asleep even before it was over. Smartly, Elly had packed pillows and small blankets in the back of the Rover after I had removed the flat tire. We put the guys down to bed and enjoyed a bit of her snacks before the new Star Wars movie started. The movie lasted well over two hours so it was past midnight before we got back home, a little tired but impressed with the movie and the fun evening. I enjoyed Elly's company and conversation a lot. I helped Elly carry the boys to bed and get them tucked in. They only slightly stirred the whole time. When we were done, we went back downstairs. Elly asked if I wanted a small glass of moonshine. We sat down on the sofa in the family room and flipped on a late-night show. I sat down in the same corner of the couch as the night before, but this time Elly sat closer to me, in the middle, when she returned with the drinks. She had her exposed bare leg up on the sofa, pointing toward me. "Thank you so much for agreeing to stay and go to the movies with us. It was definitely more fun for me and the boys. They like you a lot. I think you'll be a great dad some day." "Thanks. You're already a wonderful mom." "That's sweet. Thank you. So tomorrow you head back to Chicago?" "Yeah. I need to be there for some appointments on Monday." "Are you still thinking about the Martin Farm?" "Yes, but I haven't decided anything." "Well, the boys and I would love to have you as a neighbor. I know it's a lot of money, though." "The realtor thought they might be motivated to move on the price." "It has been on the market for a while, and the kids don't want to be farmers." "That sounds good. Maybe I'll offer them a lower price to start, and see what happens." "That's a good idea. Are you still doubtful about the property?" "Elly, I really need to think it over." "I know you do. Here's to a good ending, or beginning, as it were," Elly said, lifting her glass as if we should finish them. "Want some more?" "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I mused. "Yeah. I want to take advantage of you," she quipped. "Hmm...should I be scared?" "Maybe," she joked, as she got up to refill our glasses. Elly came back and sat just like before, but maybe a bit closer. Her bent knee was nearly touching my hip. She handed me my drink and we toasted to meeting again. She leaned in and kissed me. It was a very soft and tender kiss. I wanted more, but she pulled back. "Jack, I like you. The boys like you." "I like you too. And them." "As I told you, I haven't been with a man in a few years now." "It's okay. You don't have to..." "No...no...what I mean is that I'm horny as hell and I feel like raping you right now." "So what's stopping you?" "I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me, and a part of me is screaming wait, don't move too fast." "It's not a problem..." "I have to confess something else, too." "What?" "I know you've been with many women, and that's fine. But I've only had two lovers my whole life. I had a steady boyfriend all through high school, but that died with our going away to different colleges. Then I met Ben my freshman year in college, and we married soon after we both graduated. We waited a few years before having the boys and then, as you know, he got sick." Surprise Chance for Love Ch. 02: Saturday "Elly..." "No, let me finish. It's not like I'm a prude or anything, and I think of myself as pretty good sexually, at least my only two lovers seemed to like what we did, but I'm a little nervous that I might not be as knowledgeable as your city girls." "Don't be. It's okay." "I'm sounding like a little girl, huh?" "You're fine." Elly leaned in and kissed me again. This time the first kiss led to more, and soon we were embracing and kissing passionately. I couldn't see what she was worried about; her mouth tasted sweet and so soft. Her lips were tender and her tongue responded enthusiastically. We were kissing for about five minutes when she pulled back. "Jack, I'm not on the pill or anything, and I don't want to just do it and have you take off tomorrow only to never see you again. I'd feel bad about that later. Like I should have known you better first." "Okay," I said, not sure what more to add. Elly kissed me again and moved fully against my side. I turned as best I could in the seat, but her closeness prevented much movement. Instead, I ran my hands through her soft beautiful hair and caressed her smooth neck. Her hands were on my chest and holding the back of my head. As we kissed and our tongues teased each other, I felt her hand slip further until she moved it between my legs. She was so beautiful and I was turned on so much, my dick was already trying to find room in my shorts and underwear. When her hand rubbed over my growing erection I could feel it surge with life. "Hmm," I moaned into Elly's kiss. Her mouth and hand were driving me crazy. I slipped my hand from her hair to her shoulder and over to her breast. She let me squeeze her breast as she cupped my bulging cock in her hand. Our kisses were hot and urgent, as if we couldn't wait and we were trying to devour each other's mouth. God, I wanted to make love to her the rest of the night. Elly broke off our kiss and looked intently at me. Her lips were red and moist in the light from the kitchen. Her beautiful blue eyes darted back and forth across my face as if she were reading me. Her hand was gently squeezing me as I did the same to her sweet breast. She continued to study my face as her hands quickly moved to lower the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. She grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down over both breasts. Her strapless bra followed, and soon her bare tits were right there, firm and so beautiful. Her nicely sized aureoles were gorgeous deep pink, with nipples the size of the ends of my pinkies to the first knuckle. I wanted to suck them so bad. I looked her in the eyes as I slowly moved toward them. My hands were first and then my lips. I kissed first between her soft mounds, and the smell of her perfume and her body drove me mad. Like everything about Elly, her breasts were perfect. From experience, I guessed them to be C's, but it was the way her nipples sat high and inviting on each one that made them simply magnificent. My mouth moved slowly across her delicious soft flesh and I left trails of wetness as my tongue sought more of what my lips tried to caress. Elly moaned and pulled my head to her tits. When I started sucking her nipples, I could hear her inhale. She groaned aloud and felt my expanding cock. She trembled as my other hand held her back to allow me to feast on her incredible mounds. "Oh, god, Jack. You're driving me crazy." I sucked on her nipples and darted my tongue around them. I brought my hand from her back and kneaded and teased the one I wasn't sucking. Elly groaned aloud and shuddered as I devoured her beautiful tits. After a while longer, she stopped me by pushing me back. She had a dreamy, far-off look on her face, but it quickly came back. She looked at me for several seconds. "I just came from your doing that." "I thought you might have." "That was wonderful, Jack. I think I totally soaked my panties, but I want you now. I have to see your dick. Let me take it out, please." "Okay, I'll help." "No...please...let me. I haven't seen a man for a long time and I want to do this." "Sure." Elly leaned over me with her wonderful tits on full display. I caressed her bare back, all the way down to her covered ass as she opened me. First she released the belt, and then the zipper. It felt good to have the tightness around my crotch lessening. "Okay, help me by lifting up," Elly said. She pulled my shorts down to my knees and then to my ankles. I helped by kicking them off onto the floor. The bulge from my nearly full erection made a huge tent in my boxers. Elly's hands wrapped around the bulge and squeezed gently. "Oh, my god, Jack. You feel quite big." I shifted in my seat to help a little, and Elly managed to maneuver my stiffness through the slit in my boxers. My cock jumped free and proud. Elly gasped. "Wow! That's pretty big, Jack. It's a bit bigger than my two previous ones." "Yeah?" Now, I'm not that big, just about seven inches or so. Many girls have said I'm pretty thick, though, so I take that as a better compliment. "Let's get these off you," Elly said, referring to my underwear. I lifted up and let her remove my boxers. She stared at my cock as if to devour it with her eyes. Her hands slowly encircled it, as she managed to put both her small hands on me at once. She slowly moved it around, checking out ever aspect of my cock and balls as if inspecting a new exotic toy. Neither of us said anything for a while. "Jack, it's magnificent. I love it. It's so beautiful. I've only held two of them in my hands before, but I love playing with dicks. My husband and boyfriend loved my handjobs and I hope you will too. I just love watching a dick shoot and I'm dying to see your beautiful cock cum. Oh, my god...I can't wait." "Play with it to your heart's content," I encouraged. "Just lie back and wait a second. I'll be right back." I could hear Elly run upstairs and return quickly. As she ran and jumped back on the couch, I couldn't take my eyes off her incredible breasts as they moved and bounced. She smiled at me as she positioned herself. I could see she had run upstairs to get a tube of lube. She uncapped it and squirted some into her hand. She rubbed her two hands together and dropped a big dollop on the head of my cock. "Oh, how I've missed playing with a cock," Elly exclaimed. "This is going to be so great. Truth be told, Jack, I've been thinking about this all day." Elly moved the big dollop of lube around the head of my dick; she spread it around, and the touch of her hands sent shivers down my spine. My cock was like a flagpole now. The head was swollen as big as I could ever remember. Having this lovely goddess caress my cock was like heaven. My balls reacted too, and I mentally tried to suppress any further excitement to stave off cumming. "Oh, god...I think it's even bigger now, Jack. You have the most gorgeous cock ever." "Well, I..." "Please let me just play with it, Jack," Elly pleaded. Her hands were already slowly working the lube into the skin and up and down the shaft. She seemed to know what she was doing, as she hit all the right spots but backed off to other areas before it got to be too much. She teased me till more precum emerged from the tip, then she stopped and slowly rubbed it around with her fingers. "That feels incredible, Elly." "I may not have been with too many guys, but I always loved giving handjobs. I only gave up on my virginity to my boyfriend just before we parted at the end of the summer before college. I guess it was a sorry attempt on my part to try to hold on to him. You know, give him something he'd wanted all summer. Up until then I kept him pretty happy with my handjobs and blowjobs. "I can see why," I groaned as she teased around my cockhead. "Ha ha," Elly laughed. "I shouldn't tell you all this, but I'm really kind of cock crazy. My husband always said he was the luckiest guy in the world. I can't believe I held off for two years." "He was probably right," I moaned. "Yeah, I would literally blow him whenever he wanted. It got us into trouble on occasion. "You're serious?" "Sure thing. Twice, truckers caught me on my knees with my head bobbing in his lap. They drove along beside us for miles and watched me doing him. Oh, god! I shouldn't be telling you this." "No, I think it's cool. You don't mind a little exhibition, then?" "Well, I don't seek it, but if it happens, let's just say it turned Ben on like crazy." "What's the strangest place you ever blew either guy?" "Wow...that's a tough one. There were quite a few, actually." She laughed. "Oh my, you're going to think I'm not normal." "It sounds wonderful to me, good clean fun between lovers and husband and wife. How many marriages do you hear about where things get boring quickly? Lots, and I bet Ben never got bored." "I'd say not. Well...let me think...probably on a plane. The mile high club, you know. It was coming home from college spring break in Florida, junior year. It was a red-eye and the plane was fairly vacant. We slipped into the bathroom together. I was nervous, though, and maybe he was too, because I made him cum in like two minutes. God, I'm laughing just thinking about it." "That's very cool." "How about you? You're the big ladies man here." "I'm not that much of a ladies man. Beth was the sixth girl I'd ever been with. Since then I've done more, but just one nighters. Like I told you, wham bam stuff." "Wow...you've been leaking a lot," Elly exclaimed. "Is it time to get you off?" "Yeah, I think I'm ready." "Okay, but let me build you up to a crescendo. I like to see how far I can get it to shoot up," she added with a chuckle. "You're something," I said. "Something good, I hope." "Definitely." Elly worked expertly on my cock, which was already as taut as a bowstring. Her fingernails scratched deliciously at my engorged balls. She applied more lube and worked my shaft with soft and firm squeezes that forced more blood into my cockhead. Her touches had it looking an angry, bulbous, red-purple. Pre-cum boiled out of my peehole and ran down to her hands. Only on every few strokes did she come all the way up to rub over my sensitive cockhead for a second, driving me nuts. When she sensed I was right there, she knew exactly how to make me shoot. With one firm hand stroking my cock, she used the other to tease just under the rim of the cockhead on the bottom. "Argh," I growled as she tormented my cock. "Let me see it, Jack. Please let me see it." "Oh, god...here it comes," I hissed. "Yes! Oh my god, I've missed this so much," She exclaimed. The eruption started deep in my balls and bolted forth with incredible force. The first shot blasted a good foot into the air making Elly nearly scream for joy. The second followed, even bigger than the first, and nearly as high. Elly squealed as she worked even harder to squeeze the milky spunk from my testicles. The third upsurge was thick and still shot up six inches. Although the first two landed mostly on my shirt, the third came down on her fingers and wrist. I raised my ass off of the couch as if the fabric was now super hot. The last spasms forced me to close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "Holy shit, Jack, that's a lot of cum," Elly praised. "I love it." Not wanting to miss any of this experience, I forced my eyes open despite the incredible tiredness sweeping over me. Elly's hands had slowed, but she continued to softly squeeze more of the cum from my shrinking cock. I moaned continually and lurched when she teased the hyper-sensitive cockhead. She giggled cutely and leaned over and gave the cum-slick head a friendly kiss. "What a good boy you are," Elly chuckled, talking to my dick like it was a little kid. "And you're oh so strong to shoot that much and so high." "Oh geez, that was unbelievable," I commended. "You like my handjob?" "Well, I've only had one," I lamented, "but if they're all like this, then, yes." "Good." "My turn," I offered. "No...it's not necessary." "Really. I'd gladly return the favor." "That's good to know, Jack, but I'm fine. I really do get incredible joy and satisfaction just by doing you." "Okay, but it seems unfair." "Not to me, but I might take you up on it at a different time." "You're going to make me come back, aren't you?" "Precisely," Elly admitted with a big snicker. "If I didn't know better I'd say you're working with the realtor, Mrs. Warner." "Ha! That's not a bad idea, really. I should make her split the commission with me. I could use the money. I know Sally Warner, too. She's a nice lady." "With you in her court it might be a very tempting offer." "Good. Let me get some tissues to clean you up." "Okay. And just a little more moonshine," I pleaded. "Okay, but it's late. The boys will be up in like four hours." "Geez, I guess you're right." Elly came back quickly with the tissues and the wonderful clear liquid. She handed me my glass and set hers down, then proceeded to clean me up. I offered to do it myself, but she said it was her mess too. She started to laugh and I asked her why the humor. "Ben liked this shirt," she observed, "and here you've cum all over it." "Yeah, I bet he'd be pissed at that," I agreed. "I'm sure," she said, picking up my deflated cock so she could wipe it with the tissues. "Even soft, he's beautiful." I watched her clean me up and I knew she noticed, as I certainly did, that my cock was reacting to all the attention already. Just having her touch me was enough to get him to roll over and lengthen for more playtime. "I think he's anxious for more," Elly quipped. "You know it," I said. "How long can you stay tomorrow?" "Not too long, maybe till noon or so." "Stay for a little after lunch. The boys will go down soon after." "I guess I could." "Great. I want to show you something, anyway." We headed to bed after cleaning up the room and turning off the lights. Elly gave me a very passionate kiss at the top of the stairs that lasted longer than just a casual goodnight kiss. Our relationship had evolved a lot in two days. Despite the hour, I lay awake thinking about the day's events and especially the time at the end with Elly. She was so beautiful and funny. I really enjoyed spending time with her. The fact that she acted a little kinky sexually was a good turn-on, too, not a turn-off. I learned what it is to be a parent at about 6:20 the next morning. Two small creatures were jumping on my bed until their mother came to the door and yelled at them to get down, and that it wasn't nice to disturb a sleeping guest. She made them say they were sorry, but the next words out of their mouths were asking me to come play. "Sure," I said, but Elly shooed them off till I could get up properly. "Sorry about that," she said after they were gone thundering down the stairs. "Oh, my god. Are they up this early all the time?" "Yup; sometimes they're earlier. They woke me at 5:55. You got an extra twenty-five minutes." "Lucky me," I groused, but not to seriously. "Breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes," Elly stated before closing the door again. I thought about rolling over, but figured what the heck. They'd only be back up here in a few minutes anyway. I quickly showered and shaved in the bathroom across the hall and brushed my teeth. Elly had laid yet another tee shirt and shorts at the foot of my bed; I dressed and was downstairs in maybe twenty-five minutes. Breakfast was indeed ready. Waffles covered in maple syrup and bacon, with orange juice. The boys were already seated and eating. They greeted me upon sitting down. "Mr. Jack? You want to play trains again?" "Sure Blaine," I replied, guessing correctly that it was him only because he was seated in the same place as the day before. The breakfast was great and Elly joined us soon after I sat down. I was starved. I looked up from a hearty mouthful of waffles to see her looking at me. She had a devilish little smirk on her face and she winked at me. I smiled back. "This is great. Thanks." "You're welcome." "You cook breakfast like this all the time?" "No, not really, but I do most weekends." "A guy could get fat living here," I accused. "Not hardly," Elly chuckled. "You've obviously never worked on a farm before." "Yeah. I guess not." "It will keep you in shape, no question." "I suppose you're right." "Did you have fun last night?" Elly asked. "Wonderful." "I wasn't too aggressive or weird was I?" "Not at all. Quite the opposite. I loved it." "Good," Elly said, and she got up to start clearing the dishes.