14 comments/ 37579 views/ 14 favorites This Land Is Mine By: TxRad When I bought these hundred and sixty odd acres from a friend of mine, I thought I would build a house and raise a few cows. I'd hunt deer and squirrels or fish the nearby lake. That is the way things are usually done in my part of the country. Central Texas on the other hand is an odd place. There are few minor cities and one major one. It's an area of small towns spotted seemingly at random throughout the woods and fields. The people are friendly and polite enough to traveling strangers and passers through, but if you decide to settle in the area, they don't want to know you until the second or third generation. They'll accept your kids but then what do children know. I guess they figure children are young enough not to know better and can be trained in the proper ways. Adults on the other hand are set in their ways and seem to want to change the status quo. This can't and won't be tolerated. To come into this area dead cold was just my bad luck. The fact that I was in the second half of my life, single, and didn't have kids just added to the suspicion of the good people, my neighbors. What they may have thought of me or about me, I still don't really know. By a very few I was welcomed, but most ignored or shunned me. Now, I'm friendly enough, even out going for the most part, I try to get along with everyone. I patronized the local shops and stores; I had coffee most mornings at the local café. I even had a few beers at the little local bar. I tried to fit in, not to change anything or interfere, just be one of the people who lived here. So much for good intentions. ***** I don't exactly live in downtown, its fifteen miles by road or eight miles as the crow flies to my place. My nearest neighbor is three or four miles southeast across a thick stretch of woods. The property is roughly T shaped, the hundred acres stretches east to west while the sixty acres juts out of the center to the north. The hundred acres sets across two large creek bottoms, one of which is spring fed. It's covered with mostly old hardwood with several large thickets around the edges. The sixty acres straddles a high hill and is mostly small fields separated by lines of hardwood trees and cedar. At the highest point near the front gate is the perfect spot for a house. It's well shaded by large oaks and has a tremendous view of the surrounding area and the large lake to the south. After drilling a water well, installing a septic system, and getting electric power ran the last half-mile into the place, I was ready to build a house. This is where I again ran into difficulties with the local people. Instead of a wood or brick home, I built a red steel loft type barn for a house. I'd been living in a small camper trailer during this time. Now that I had the shell of my house built, I moved in. I figured on living there while I finished the insides. Once I roughed in the kitchen and bathroom, I put the camper up for sale. An ad in the local paper sold it fairly quickly. When I went to town for supplies or building materials, I still stopped at the café or bar, depending on the time of day, to try and socialize. Everyone knew about the barn and the sale of the camper, that's how small towns are. Now everyone wanted to know when I would build my house. When I explained I was going to make the metal barn into a house, everyone thought I was a nut. Metal buildings, are shops or barns, maybe a garage, but not a house. Well, here I am, a middle-aged man with a ponytail and a small goatee, in good shape for my age, single, with no kids or wife, and a nut to boot. The fact that I don't have to go to work every day and seem to be fairly well educated doesn't help the situation a damn bit. Most people probably consider me to be a drug dealer. The truth is that I split a small Lotto jackpot with two other people a few years back. I'm far from rich, but I do have a comfortable monthly income, enough to get a line of credit from my bank and buy this property. The fact that my bank isn't the local bank is why no one knows my business. Some things I like to keep to myself. ***** I worked throughout the summer, finishing the ground floor of my new place. It consisted of one large room, thirty-six feet by forty feet. The kitchen occupied the left rear corner, while the bathroom with a six-foot wall on two sides, is in the right rear, with a washroom and the back door in between. The kitchen is separated from the dinning room by a wide counter and the dinning room is separated from the living room by a cedar post "L" shaped railing. The ceiling is ten feet high at the outside walls and gradually sloped to twelve across the center third of the room. There is a wide ornamental iron, open frame stair starting to the right of the dinning room leading up to the second floor. In the right front corner is a twelve by twenty-guest bedroom, again with the six-foot walls. I liked the idea of the open space layout. The front walls of this bedroom and the living room are mostly glass, so a person could take advantage of the beautiful view, any time they wanted. The second floor is only twelve feet wide, but forty feet long. I planned to put a master bedroom, bath, and office up there. A deck would be added off the bedroom and office to cover the front and rear lower entrances. The front of the bedroom is glass like the lower floor. The view from up there is even more breathtaking. I had first thought to do the same with the office, but decided to use two standard windows instead. My reason was simple, anyone driving in here would have an open view into the office, and I wanted to preserve my privacy. I was in no hurry to finish the second floor. I had everything I needed on the first, for right now. While I was busy with the house, I had a local contractor come out and redo all the property line fences and to add several cross fences. He would stop by to see me from time to time and he really liked the way the house looked, once I got it roughed in. The fact that it looked like a barn on the outside didn't seem to bother him much. I found out later that he was as much an outsider here as I was. ***** As the weather started to cool off, I wandered the lower hundred acres, checking on the deer that lived there. Over the last five or six months, I had seen many deer in the area and some very nice sized ones at that. I figured that a couple of them in the freezer would give me meat for the rest of the year. Since I'd been raised in the country as a kid, I liked wild game more than I liked store bought meat. Squirrels and rabbits are plentiful in the area and would add variety to my meals. I needed a shop built, so I contacted the people who had built my barn house and arranged for one of their salesmen to come by and help me figure out what I wanted and needed. The salesman was supposed to be here around noon on Wednesday. I had planned on going into town to look at four-wheelers early that morning but I got a late start. I ended up buying a nice two hundred cc bike, but the dealer made a big deal about the out of town bank handling the financing. After several phone calls and two trips to the local bank for wire transfers, I finally got the bike loaded and headed for home. I ended up paying cash for it. It was a quarter to one by the time I pulled into the yard beside the house. I hadn't seen a car when I pulled in, so I figured the salesman had given up on me and left. I was unloading the four-wheeler, using a couple of scrap pieces of two by twelve as ramps, when I saw a jeep coming up the old road from the bottom. I was all set to chew some major ass, as I figured it was some local yokel, trespassing. Many people had used this land over the years for hunting, as the dentist that owned it lived several hundred miles away. With the new fences, there were hundreds of new "No Trespassing" and "No Hunting" signs, so I thought that the word was out to everyone about the new ownership of the place. As the jeep stopped next to my truck, I saw that a woman was driving. When she got out of the vehicle, all thoughts of ass chewing took on a completely new meaning. From her hiking boots to the faded blue Jean cutoffs she wore, was about a mile of the most beautiful long legs I had ever seen. The cutoffs were well filled, with a bare flat stomach, above that. The sleeveless crop top she had on was hot pink and vee necked. The cleavage displayed by the vee wasn't large, but it was in keeping with the rest of her long slender body. I just stood there taking her in, with my mouth open. I was leaned into the bike as it slowly rolled down the boards. It was picking up speed and my mind wouldn't let loose of the girl long enough for me to find the brake handle. A smile was playing around the corners of her mouth as she saw my expression. Then she realized I was about to lose the bike. Quickly she ran over and grabbed a hold of the handlebars, slowing it and breaking the spell my mind was under. I clamped down on the brake handle and it slowed even more. It was now sliding on the boards, but it was under control once again. I eased up on the brake as the rear tires touched the ground and let it roll back until it was completely off the boards. "Are you all right?" She asked. Not waiting for an answer she continued, "I should have stayed in the jeep until you had it unloaded, but I didn't know I was going to have that kind of effect on you." I kicked the bike into gear so it wouldn't roll any more and looked up at her. The half smile was back, playing around the corners of her mouth. Sea green eyes locked onto my brown ones for a second and the smile bloomed. I felt myself grinning like the idiot I was. "Hi," she said, "I'm Linda and I'm here to help you pick out a shop." When I didn't say anything and continued to stare at her, she added, "You weren't here when I arrived, so I took a little drive down through your place. I hope you don't mind." 'It's a question and it requires an answer.' My mind told me. I blinked twice and said, "No. I don't mind at all." I was still staring but the grin was now gone. She took a deep breath and turned to look around the place. "Where do you think you want to build your shop?" She asked. With eye contact broken, my mind shifted gears and I said, "I'm not sure. I don't want it too close to the house, but close enough so I can run water and electric to it." Looking around, she asked, "House?" I chuckled and shook my head. "I'm getting used to that question. The barn in front of you is actually my house." She cocked her head to the side and grinned, before she said, "I should have known that. Not many barns have glass fronts on them." She paused looking around again and asked, "Well then, let's start with a size." That, I had an answer for. "I think thirty by forty will be about right. I need room for a boat, the four-wheeler, maybe a car, and then room to work on stuff." She nodded as she continued to look around. As she started to walk around the front of the house, I followed her. She glanced through the dark glass front as she walked past it but didn't stop, or say anything. Once we were on the other side of the house, she stopped and looked around. After a moment she asked, "Were you planning on using it for a garage also?" I thought a moment and replied, "No, not really, but I do need somewhere to park out of the weather." She grinned and said, "That one is easy. We add a slab and a kick out on this side of the house. It will look like a part of the main building if we enclose the ends. That will also put your truck and whatever else you park there, out of sight from the driveway. That has good value as security and privacy. No one will know whether you're home or not." "I like that," I said, "If we do that, then the shop would fit nicely into those cedars over there. The cedars would hide it partially and the big oak would give me afternoon shade. That would keep it cooler in the summer." Linda walked over to and then around the small cedar thicket. Once again, I found myself studying her body. She was around five foot nine, but mostly legs. Her long stride caused her ass to sway sharply back and forth, as her hips moved from side to side. She walked on the ball of her foot but without the normal bounce. It was fascinating to watch. When she went out of sight behind the trees, I found myself wondering, what it would be like with those long legs wrapped around me. When my manhood gave a twitch and started to harden, I dropped that thought quickly and went back around the house for a tape measure. I returned to find Linda pacing off the distance the carport would stick out. I grinned and said, "Here let's try this. It'll be a little more accurate." She laughed and took the tape from me. "Now why didn't I think of that? Here, hold it to the corner of the barn, I mean house, while I see where it will go to. We'll need twenty four feet, plus about ten feet for the driveway and turn around." The fifty-foot tape didn't quite reach the cedars and she said, "There's plenty of room here. I do want to measure the shop layout, so I can tell if it will fit without a lot of clearing. I'd hate to have to take down any of those beautiful trees." As I followed her down past the row of cedars I said, "We think alike on that. So far, I've only had to take out a couple of small trees and some brush. I like keeping things as natural as possible." We spent a half hour moving the four sticks around to mark the corners of the shop. At last, Linda started to roll up the tape, saying, "It will fit nicely right here, and the only thing we'll have to do, is to trim one limb on that big oak. Is that ok with you?" Nodding, I walked back toward the front of the house and then a little farther down the hill. I turned and looked back to where the shop would stand. Linda came with me and stood looking as I did. I glanced at her and said, "It looks good from here, in my minds eye anyway. Let's see what it looks like from the gate." "Ok, let's take the jeep." I grinned and replied, "Hey, I have a new four-wheeler, let's try it out." With a laugh she said, "I don't know about that. Do you ride it any better than you unload it?" "Riding won't be a problem. The distraction that caused my problems earlier will be behind me and out of sight," I said softly, almost to myself. She laughed and said, "I'll take that as a compliment." Glancing sideways at me she added, "Ok, I'm game to try anything, at least once." I grinned to myself as we climbed on the bike. The ride up to the gate was uneventful, but I was wrong about not being distracted by her. Although she wasn't sitting right up against me, I could still feel her body close by, her hands were on my hips and her thighs, and knees were touching me. At the gate, I turned and headed us back toward the house. At the first clear spot from where I could see the place, I stopped and sat there looking. I tried to picture what it would look like with the addition and the shop. Linda leaned forward and said, "I think it will look great." I had come to the same conclusion, but I was in no hurry to say so. I was enjoying the feel of her against my back. Finally, I nodded and said, "So do I. When can they start work?" She paused a moment and then said, "I can have a crew out here tomorrow afternoon to frame up for the slabs and have the cement poured on Friday. That will give it the weekend to cure before they start construction." I nodded again and said, "Ok, let's do it." I started the bike and slowly drove back toward the house. About halfway back, she leaned against me and asked, "What color do you want on the Shop? The same as the barn, I mean house?" Thoughts of colors and her warmth, chased each other around in my brain for a second or two before I asked, "Do you think the red would look good or should it be another color?" She continued to lean against me as she thought about it and then replied, "Yeah, I think the flat red will look good. It'll tie everything together, but it won't be overpowering." I nodded as we rode on toward the house. I parked the bike by the front door and asked her as we got off, "Will I need to come into the office to do the paperwork like last time?" She laughed and replied, "No, I can fill it all out right here and now. I'll have to call to confirm some prices and to make sure we can start on it tomorrow. Other than that, it's a done deal. Before I left to come out here, my boss told me that whatever you wanted was already pre-approved. Let me get my brief case and phone." ***** As we went in the house, Linda was looking around. I led the way to the dinning room table and indicated for her to take a seat. She laid her briefcase and phone on the table and looked around some more. "Hey, I like this. It could use a few more windows but other than that, it's really nice." "Thank you." I replied and added, "I considered adding windows on the side walls but haven't figured out how to blend them into the buildings outside appearance." She thought about that for a moment and then said, "Maybe you could make them look like stall doors. You know, with the bottom half shut and the top of the door open. The top would actually be a window." I grinned as a picture of what she described flashed across my mind. "Damn, why didn't I think of that? It's so simple." I was thoughtful for a second and then added, "I wonder if the open door could be done in such a way as to be used as a shutter; maybe even where you could open and close it from the inside." Linda laughed and said, "Boy, you want it all don't you. I don't have an answer to that one but it shouldn't be hard. A hand crank or an electric motor, like a gate opener might work." I looked at her and grinned as I said, "You're one smart lady. I'll have to figure out something to repay you for your ideas." She looked at me for a second and then started to say something but changed her mind. "Ok, what is it? You were going to say something but didn't. Go ahead, you might be surprised by my answer." She grinned and shook her head slightly. "I don't know you well enough yet, maybe later when we know each other better." "Ok, just remember, I owe you," I said and sat down at the table. She joined me and it took the better part of an hour to get all the paperwork done. She made her calls and work would begin the next morning. With the papers signed and in her briefcase, she stood up and stretched up on her toes, her arms high over her head. The short blouse rode up high enough to show about the lower half inch of her breasts. I grinned and admired her body from head to toe again. I also noted her great tan and the fact that there were no bikini lines on the parts of her breasts that I had glimpsed. She finished her stretching, saw me looking at her, and smiled. "I get stiff when I sit to long. At the office in town, I'm always behind a desk and when I get a chance to get out in the field and do something, I still end up doing paperwork. If I didn't workout and watch what I ate, I'd be as big as a house. Actually, I was at one time and I hated it." "I find that hard to believe," I said. "You're one good looking lady and in a hell of a lot better shape than I am." "Thanks. It takes a lot of work to stay in shape," she said, looking around my house again. "You've done quite a bit of work around here; I can't get over how great a house this place makes. Can I get the fifty cent tour?" "Sure," I said and showed her the bathroom, laundry room and guest bedroom. She asked about the short walls and I explained the fact that I liked the open concept and that it let the air circulate freely. "What's up there?" She asked pointing to the iron staircase. This Land Is Mine "Nothing right now." I answered and filled her in on my plans for the upstairs. "Danged, if you ain't got all this figured out right down to the last detail," she said with a chuckle. She turned, looked out the front windows of the house, and told me, "That is a great view, you can even see the lake from here. This is a really great place for a house." "You should see the view from upstairs, its even better." I told her. "Can I?" She asked turning back toward me. "Sure you can, but there's a dollar admission charge," I said with a grin. "I've got to pay for this place somehow." She laughed and started to dig in her pocket. "Never mind, I'll just take it off what I owe you for the ideas." I followed her up the spiral stairs and enjoyed a view that was worth a whole lot more than a dollar, believe you me. Her tight ass was working under the shorts right in front of my face and as we made the turns going up, I got several good glimpses of her breasts under that short blouse. By the time, we reached the second floor there was something very tight in the front of my shorts. The staircase exits straight at the front wall. The view is the first thing that you see as you rise above the floor level. "Oh my God, this is great," she said and walked over to the glass wall. She admired the view for a while as I continued to admire her. I still hadn't seen any sign of a tan line and I wondered if she used a tanning salon to get an all over tan. Finally, she turned and looked down the length of the unfinished area. She walked over to the far wall and looked back out the windows before looking at me with a grin on her face. "Boy, you talk about a bed with a view, making love in here would be almost like being outdoors. With the bed here, you'd wake up to this every morning and go to sleep with a sky full of stars." "That's what I wanted, a place to sleep that would let the outdoors in," I said grinning back at her. Visions of us making love in here were flashing through my head and not helping my tightness problem at all. I decided it was best to let the love making part of that sentence pass without comment. She continued to look at me for several seconds, after I quite speaking and then she tilted her head slightly to the side. "You're not wearing a wedding ring, does that mean you're single? I glanced at her left hand and saw that it was bare also, as I answered, "My wife passed away a good number of years ago, and my kids are grown and out on their own. I don't have a girlfriend at the present time, if that's your next question. I'm presently alone and I haven't been looking for anything or anyone. I've been way to busy building this place and getting settled in." With a grin I added, "No, I'm not gay and yes, if I find the right lady and she'll have me, I'll probably marry again, someday." She laughed and said, "Damn, such a straight, full answer to such a small inquiry. I've got a feeling that somewhere in the near past, you've been hurt by someone you really liked." I chuckled and replied, "Not only are you smart but you're a mind reader too." "It's just a female thing," she said with a grin. "It's our secret weapon, you know. We sense things that men have no knowledge of and it's another way we keep you in the dark." I chuckled and said, "All this time, I thought it was just the fact that no woman, wanted to see a happy single guy. I thought that there was a law of nature, that every man should have a woman to torture him, which would keep her happy." Linda laughed and shook her head, "You're smarter than you look, if you've figured that out. Mother Nature is a woman after all and she's the one to blame for those laws." I laughed at that and then stood there looking at her for a moment. I realized that I had a smile on my face and had, had since she had arrived. "You know, I've enjoyed your company immensely. I hope you come back and visit me some time." "I've had a nice time myself and you're not a bad guy as men go. I'd love to come back and visit you," she said with a smile of her own. "When?" I asked jokingly. She looked at me for a second and then grinned, "I work tomorrow and Friday in the office but how about this weekend. We can watch the cement cure, together." I laughed and replied, "Great, I'll make sure there's a case of beer on hand so we have something to toast the curing with." She laughed and headed for the stairs. "Yeah, you're just like the rest of the guys I know, get a girl out in the woods, get her drunk, and take advantage of her. What time should I be here?" She asked as she went down the stairs. I chuckled and answered, "Make it early, so I can take advantage of you a couple of times." She laughed and headed across the room to get her briefcase and phone. "Promises, promises," she said. "All I ever get is promises." I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Any lady that looks as good as you should have no problem getting anything and everything she wants." She turned and looked at me. "Yes, you're right, the only problem with that, is finding the right someone to give it to me. You wouldn't believe the number of assholes in this world. Married men, men with girlfriends or fiancées, losers, boozers, abusers, the list is endless. In my few mad moments of depression, I feel like all the good guys are taken already." I laughed and replied, "I understand that, I've seen them all and I can't understand why they all have such great women at home and all I can find are women with more head problems than brains." She looked at me for a long minute and then smiled, "I guess us women aren't the only one with problems finding someone. I just never thought of it from a man's point of view before. I know both types of women you're talking about. The ones with an asshole for a partner, they're all the time bitching about how bad they are treated and threatening to leave but they always stay or come right back. The head cases as you call them are another story all together." She paused thoughtful for a second, looking out the front windows, and then added, "I think I used to be one of those, until I took responsibility for and charge of my life. That's when I ditched the loser I had and got my act together. It was a hard road for a long time, but I got a good job and lost a ton of weight. I decided that life was too short not to be what I wanted to be." Taking a deep breath, she let it out sharply. "Some things are still hard, living alone, eating alone, being alone, fending off unwanted advances, some of which aren't really so unwanted but are unwise, shall we say." She stopped talking suddenly and looked over at me, a sad look on her face. I took a half step towards her, I wanted to take her in my arms and just hold her. She took another deep breath and tried to smile before she said, "I'm ok and I'm sorry I spilled my guts all over your new dinning room. I'll have to remember to clean it up when I come back Saturday morning." She did smile then and started walking toward the door. I followed her out to her jeep as all the things she had said replayed through my mind. As she was getting into it I said, "I'm sorry I made you sad, that was the last thing I wanted to do." She grinned and replied, "You didn't start that, I did remember. I'm the one who asked if you were married, it just snowballed from there. Anyway, this week is nearly over and I always get depressed on the weekends when I don't have work to keep me busy." I grinned and said, "If work is all it takes to make you happy, I have enough around here to make you ecstatic." She chuckled, started the jeep, and replied, "I'll see you Saturday. Do I need to bring anything?" "Just your beautiful self and maybe your string bikini to entertain me," I said with a laugh. "You can get some sun if you want to, I won't be a slave driver." She slipped the shifter into drive and grinned as she said, "I don't wear anything when I sunbathe." With that, she made a tight turn and headed off up the driveway, as I stood there with my mouth open. ***** I spent Thursday morning on the tractor, mowing the open patchwork of fields on the hillside below the house. When I returned for lunch, the work crew was already busy with the framing for the slab of the addition. The foreman had a couple of quick questions about the staked area for the shop but otherwise; he seemed to have everything under control. He said he'd have no problems finishing up the dirt work and the framing today. The sun was low behind the trees by the time I finished my mowing. I parked the tractor by the portable building I used for temporary storage and headed toward the house. A shower would sure feel good, the day had been warm, and I'd had my shirt off for most of it. The mower had kicked up quite a bit of dust and I was covered with it. With the sun almost down, it was cooling off rapidly. I spent a few minutes checking on the construction and it all looked like it was ready for the concrete. I headed on into the house for my shower. ***** As I was toweling off after my shower, I thought I heard a knock at the front door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and took a look out the bathroom door. I couldn't see anyone through the glass wall and chalked it up to my imagination. Who would be out here at this time of the evening? I took off the towel and went back to drying my hair, using a blow dryer. When I finished, I headed for the bedroom and a clean pair of shorts. As I crossed the open area by the stairs, I definitely heard a knock at the front door and then it opened. Linda's head appeared in the opening and there was a big grin on her face. "Oh shit!" I said as I took four quick steps and entered the bedroom. I heard Linda laugh and then she said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you at a bad time. Not that anything I saw looked all that bad." She laughed again as I heard the front door close. "Very funny," I said as I got my shorts on and grabbed a t-shirt. "I've definitely got to put a signal bell on that front gate or a security gate up, one." With the t-shirt on, I headed for the front room. Linda grinned at me as I came out of the bedroom. "Oh, you're not happy to see me? I was very happy to see you," she said with another laugh. I grinned and shook my head. "You caught me at a bad time, but I'm very glad to see you. I just didn't expect you until Saturday." "It wasn't a bad time for me," she replied with a chuckle. "It didn't look like it was going to be very busy tomorrow, so I decided to take an early weekend. I hope you don't mind me showing up unannounced." "No, I don't mind at all. I just hate giving a free show." I replied with a chuckle. "I do have to do something about that gate. I've gotten into a habit of running around here naked or only half dressed at best. A guy could get into trouble doing that." "I don't have a problem with nudity," Linda said. "Some of the other ladies around this county might, but I don't. I run around my apartment naked most of the time." I grinned, as a vision of Linda nude floated across my mind, there was also a twitch in the front of my shorts. She chuckled and added, "Oh, you find that idea interesting, do you? Well, be careful what you wish for, you might just get it and then where would you be?" I looked at her sharply for a second and then grinned as I replied, "Hornier than I am now and probably a lot more embarrassed." She laughed and shook her head. "Spoken like a true dirty old man. At least you're honest about it. That's more than I can say about most of the guys I meet. Most of them would have asked why I still had my clothes on." I chuckled and told her, "That thought crossed my mind, I just didn't say it. But now that you've mentioned it, why do you still have your clothes on?" Linda looked at me for a moment with a grin on her face before she said, "Give me time to get to know you a little better, and I'll probably be out of them most of the time." She paused and then chuckled. "Hmmmm, that could be interpreted several different ways, couldn't it. I think you know what I mean though. I feel comfortable around you and...." She paused another time and then added, "Well, I guess the word is safe." I shook my head and then laughed. "Well, there goes my reputation. When women start thinking they're safe around you, then it's all over. I might as well pack up and head for the dirty old man's retirement home." Linda laughed and shook her head. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." I chuckled and asked, "Have you had supper yet?" When she nodded, I said, "Well, I haven't and driving that tractor all day has me hungry as a wolf. Come on and have a beer while I fix me something." ***** Linda sat at the end of the counter in the kitchen and sipped a beer while I made my supper. I learned that she had been raised on a farm not far from here and had married right out of high school. She had lived in a large city up north, where her husband had found a good job. She had been pregnant when they married and had a daughter. The daughter was twenty now, married, and lived in town. "Yeah, the more money he made, the more he spent, and the more time he spent at work or somewhere other than home," Linda said as I sat down next to her with my plate. "I was always home with our daughter and felt trapped. We never went anywhere together. He stopped most nights at a bar with his friends and came home drunk. He never was physically abusive but mentally, that was another story. I made up for my loneliness by eating and the bigger I got, the less time he was home and the more he pushed me away. It just kept on getting worse and worse." Linda paused to sip her beer. "Kathy was about fourteen, when I caught on that he had a girlfriend on the side. That snapped me out of my depression and made me mad. For the first time in my life, I started to think about my daughter and myself. Did I really want to continue to live like I had been and did I want my daughter to think our relationship, my husband's and mine, was the way life had to be." She paused and stole a green bean off my plate. "You don't cook to bad for a guy. At least you eat on the healthy side." I grinned and said, "I learned to cook in self defense. My wife didn't like to cook, it was a chore to her, and the food tasted like it too. As for eating healthy, I'm showing off a little bit because of all the weight you said you'd lost. This is not, shall we say, a normal meal. I know I need to lose some more weight and that I should eat like this all the time but I like food. I needed exercise more than I needed to change my diet. This place has given me something to do and has gotten me up off my dead ass. I haven't lost much weight but I have lost a lot of inches off my middle." "You don't look bad at all. When I left my husband, I weighted twice what I do now. The only things I miss are my boobs," Linda said with a smile and a shake of her head. "That was the first place I started to lose weight." "Large breasts are overrated," I said with a grin. "They may be nice to look at but they play hell with your back and sooner or later they end up in your lap." Linda laughed and nodded. "You seem to know a lot about tits, not to own a set." I chuckled and replied, "I'm a man, they're something I think about a lot." She laughed and shook her head. "I think you're the first guy I've ever heard admit that." She looked at me for a second and then went on, "I think that's one of the reasons I decide to come out here. I don't date people I work with, nor do I date customers. There's something about you that I trust and I don't think you'll take my being here as a sign I'm easy, if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I know, I'm safe. Boy, talk about a blow to the old male ego," I said with a deep sigh. Linda laughed and then leaned over to kiss me on the cheek before she said, "You're not that safe. I am, but you're not." When I looked at her and cocked my head questioningly to the side, she laughed again and got up off the stool. "I think I'll have another beer on that note. Are you ready for one?" "Sure, why not," I said as I got up and carried my plate to the sink, so I could rinse it. I loaded the dishwasher and turned to see Linda watching me. "What? You didn't think I was going to leave all this in the sink did you?" "Most men would." She replied with a grin. "Well, haven't you figured out yet, that I ain't most men?" I asked with a grin of my own. "I'm beginning to think that way." Linda replied as she handed me my beer. "To bad we don't have a fireplace to get cozy in front of." "That is going in the master bedroom upstairs. I wanted one down here but haven't figured out where to put it." I told her. "Are we talking wood or gas?" She asked as she walked towards the living room. "The one upstairs will be gas. I can't see carrying wood up the stairs. I'd like to have a wood burning one down here. I thought about putting one on that bedroom wall but the chimney would have to pass through the bedroom upstairs, so that won't work. I guess that outside wall would be about the only place but would it look right, that's my only question," I said as I followed her. "Instead of the conventional hearth and mantle, how about if you lay your firebrick in a square, and face it with stone. Build it up about three feet or so. Stack firebrick against the wall and then hang a black wrought iron box above it with a large diameter stack coming out of that through the roof. It would be open on three sides and would look something like a blacksmiths forge." Linda said slowly. She was standing in the living room and turned toward me. "How does that sound to you?" She asked. "You are a genius! I could just kiss you, you're so smart," I said with enthusiasm. She grinned and said softly, "Well, why don't you?" I looked at her for about a heartbeat and then stepped forward to do just that. My hand was on her waist as our lips met. I had only meant to kiss her softly and sweetly but as our lips touched, a current seemed to surge between us. She slowly moved forward as I did and our arms went around each other. About the time there was smoke coming out of my ears, Linda broke the kiss and took a slow half step back. She blew out a noisy breath and whispered, "Boy, talk about being careful of what you wished for." I wasn't sure if she was talking to herself or me but I knew what she meant. "I'll second that," I said softly. She grinned at me and took another step back. "I think I had better sit down and drink my beer, like a good little girl." "Uh huh," I said with a grin of my own. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Slipping off her shoes, she curled her feet up next to her butt and leaned back with a sigh. I sat down in the recliner and let my eyes wander over her. She was dressed in jeans and a peasant blouse, probably what she had worn to the office. "Hard day at the office?" I asked. She chuckled and nodded. "A long day is more like it." She took a sip of her beer and added, "I like my job, but I hate all the paperwork. I would much rather be out selling buildings or inspecting jobs, anything but doing the paperwork. The boss can't see it my way though." She chuckled again. I grinned and said, "Ok then, I'll just work you this weekend and not make you do any paperwork. How does that sound?" She looked at me for a second with a big grin on her face before she replied, "Hmmm, there's several ways I could take that and both of them sound interesting." I chuckled and shook my head as I said, "You know what I meant, but now that you mention it...." I let the sentence trail off. She laughed and said, "Down boy, roll over, heel." This Land Is Mine I laughed and said, "Yes dear." Still smiling she cocked her head to the side slightly and looked at me. After nearly a minute of studying my face, she said softly, "You're very comfortable being you. What I mean is, that you know who you are, and you like that person. You're very self confident without being arrogant. I think what I'm seeing is the real you, no more, no less." I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I said, "I'm just me. It took me a long time to get here but you're right, I do like me now. I didn't care one way or the other for a long time, actually I didn't even think about it." I was wondering where this was going when she said, "You wouldn't believe some of the acts I've seen guys put on." "Oh yes I would, I'm a guy remember. I've put on a few acts in my lifetime, some have worked, and others haven't." I paused to sip my beer before I went on, "I finally figured out that being me was the best act of all. It sure makes life a whole lot easier." Chuckling, Linda sat up, saying, "I was afraid you were going to say that. Now you're in trouble and I've got a big problem. Part of me says to run like hell out that door and another part of me says go over there, sit down in his lap, and kiss the hell out of him." She turned her beer up and finished it. When she turned it down, she grinned and said, "I think I'll have another beer and think about it." I didn't know what to say, although I knew which one of those I'd vote for, if I were asked. She stood up, moved to the end of the coffee table, and stopped. She looked at the empty beer bottle and then glanced at me. With an impish grin, she sat the bottle down and walked over to my chair. "I don't really need another beer and to hell with common sense," she said as she sat down in my lap and cuddled up with her head on my shoulder. "Don't make me regret this," she whispered softly. "I won't if I can help it." I replied in a soft whisper of my own as I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly. She rolled toward me and put her arms around me, returning the hug. We held each other and for some reason, that just seemed right. After a while, Linda sighed and said, "This feels so good and so right. I feel so peaceful and content." "The same thing has been going through my head." I told her as I ran my hand up and down her back slowly. She sighed again and snuggled closer. A moment later, she softly said, "I brought my sleeping bag so I could sleep on the couch but for some reason, I don't think I'll need it." With a grin I asked teasingly, "Oh, is it that warm in here, that you won't need it?" I could feel her chuckle, more than I heard it. "Well, I'm afraid that you will need it. I think I'll air up the queen sized air bed I have in the closet, so we can sleep upstairs, under the stars," I whispered into her hair. She raised her head and looked into my eyes for a second. "That sounds wonderful," she whispered back and then we were kissing. Softly and sweetly at first and then it built slowly, seemingly in small stages until it reached a point where we both moaned softly and broke it off. We were both breathing hard as she returned her head to my shoulder and snuggled up. "Wow!" she whispered under her breath. I nodded my head against her hair and replied, "Yeah, me too." We sat there a long time, just enjoying the feel of our hearts beating together, our breathing almost synchronized. My hands would wander up and down her back from time in a tender, gentle caress. Her hand on my back would open and close when I did, her nails scratching gently against the cloth of my shirt. She took a deeper breath and let it out with a murmur of pleasure. Slowly she sat up and smiled down at me. "Ok, you find that air mattress and blow it up, and I'll go get my overnight bag and the sleeping bag," she said softly, a grin growing on her face. "Anyway, I have to pee, beer does that to me," she added as she climbed off my lap. When she was on her feet, she leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. When she broke the kiss, she sighed and straightened up. "Come on, I think we're ready for bed. What do you think?" I nodded and replied, "I'm sure of it." Then I stood up from the chair and asked, "Are you sure about this? I know I am but I want you to be also. There's a lot at stake here to screw it up by getting in a hurry." Linda grinned and replied as she came into my arms, "I am now." Then we were kissing again and this time the passion was right there from the start. Our tongues were fencing and dancing as our hands explored each other's backs and butts. When my hands cupped her denim cover ass cheeks and squeeze gently, she moaned deep in her chest, and pressed her body tighter to me. I could feel my hard manhood trapped between us. From the way she moved her hips, I knew she felt it to. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pulled back from me. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she blew out the last one and whispered, "Go get that damned bed before we end up on the couch." Then she turned and hurried toward the bathroom. I stood there looking after her for a second as my brain re-engaged its clutch. Then I grinned and went to get the damned bed, knowing that this meant something special to both of us. ***** I had the bed blown up, a new blue sheet and two pillows on it, when Linda came up the stairs. I had turned on the work light hanging next to the stairs, when I had come up. Linda stopped as she reached the light and grinned at me. She still had on the peasant blouse but now it was around her chest below her arms. It made a very short dress, ending high on her thighs. All I could do was stare, her long beautiful legs, bare arms and shoulders had me mesmerized. "I take it, you like my improvised night gown? The one I brought to sleep in is ankle length and flannel. I thought this would be much better." I cleared my throat and swallowed. "You thought absolutely right," I whispered, my voice not working right. I cleared my throat again and said in a more normal voice, "You are one beautiful lady and somehow that outfit fits our first might together perfectly." Glancing down at her sleeping bag dangling from a short cord, I chuckled. "Even that is fitting." The bag had pictures of Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy on it. She laughed as she lifted it and started to unroll it. "It belonged to my daughter years ago and it's the only one I could find," she said as we unfurled it and spread it over our bed. When we finished, she looked down at the bed and grinned, "Something old and something new, something of mine and something of yours. There's even something blue. It looks like it's trying to tell us something. All we'd need is something borrowed." I slowly walked over to the light and turned it out. When I turned back, I said, "No, we don't need anything borrowed. Everything we need, we bring with us, and give freely to each other." I walked over and took her in my arms, kissing her lightly on the lips. Her arms came up to circle my waist. As I brushed my lips over hers a second time, she made a soft whimpering sound and pulled herself closer to me. "We've already made a mess out of my jeans," she whispered, before I kissed her softly and then nibbled on her lower lip. Her hands moved up my back to my head and my shoulder, the whimpering sound a little louder this time. Then we were kissing passionately. She molded her body to mine as my hands roamed over the thin silky cloth covering her back and butt. Her fingers on one hand were tangled in my hair and the nails of the other were slowly raking across my shoulder and upper back. We were both moaning softly. At some point, we moved to the bed and lay down without breaking the kiss. How is unclear to me, but we did. I ended up on my back with her half on top of me. Her right leg was between mine and I could feel the heat of her womanhood pressed tightly against my hip, my hard manhood was under her upper thigh. My hands moved down along her back and ended up on her warm bare ass, where the blouse dress had rode up. She moaned loudly and her nails dug into my shoulder. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and got up to her knees, peeling the dress off as she went. My eyes roamed hungrily over her body in the dim light from the stars and the stairwell. She grinned at me and whispered in a husky voice, "Get those clothes off, buster, it's fixing to be a long rough ride." I didn't need a second invitation and started wiggling out of my t-shirt. She grabbed the back of it and helped me. The shorts followed quickly, but not quick enough. They were still around my ankles as she straddled me and sat down, pressing her hot wet sex against my hard shaft. We both groaned loudly. Her hands found my chest as she rocked back and forth, rubbing herself all along my length. After a second or two, she whispered loudly, "Oh God," then she tensed up as a shiver ran up and down her body. I could feel her sex get hotter against me as her hips flexed several times quickly. She let out a long drawn out groan and slowly collapsed to lay her head on my shoulder. A shiver ran up along her body ever so often as she lay there getting her breath back under control. She sighed after a while and sat back up, pressing her sex even tighter on my shaft as she looked down at me. Slowly a smile filled her face and she said, "It's been a very long time since I really wanted to put my heart and soul into making slow passionate love. I do tonight, with you." The smile turned to a grin before she added, "Boy, are you in trouble, I hope you have good medical insurance." I chuckled at that, which moved my shaft against her. She shivered, the grin disappearing. I flexed my hips slowly against her, as her hands returned to my chest and she arched her back, her head going all the way back. I reached up and softly ran the palms of my hands lightly over her hard nipples. She groaned and then moaned loudly as I closed my hands and gently squeezed her small breasts. They fill my hands completely and I run my fingers over and around them, again brushing my palms over her nipples. Her hands came up to cover mine as she groans loudly again, her sex working in counterpoint to my shaft. I could feel her heat and wetness as she rubbed against me. Suddenly, she froze and moaned loudly as her hips jerked several times, a hot flood coating my manhood, which brought a loud moaning, groan to my lips. Slowly, she lay back down on my chest and slipped her arms under my shoulders, as my hands came around to hug her body to me. We were both breathing in short rapid breaths. Her body gave a short shivering quiver from time to time. After a few minutes, she sighed and kissed my shoulder. "Maybe I'm the one that's going to need the medical insurance," she whispered softly and then giggled like a schoolgirl. I chuckled and said, "I'm definitely going to need flood insurance if you keep that up." We both chuckled for a second and then she groaned softly. "Oh, no fair. I'm so sensitive right now, that even laughing gives me a jolt and a tingle. Would you be mad if we rolled over and cuddled for a little while?" She asked. I grinned, kissed her shoulder, and then replied, "No, I understand completely and there's no reason for me to be mad. Crazy yes, but not mad. Roll off me and lay on your side, I'll cuddle up behind you." She did as I suggested and sighed deeply as I cuddled up behind her. She had her head on my left arm and held onto it with both hands, pulling it around just under her breasts. I brought my right arm over to hug her right below that. She sighed again and cuddled back tighter against me. My hard shaft slipped easily between the firm cheeks of her ass as she wiggled it. "Hmmm, he seems to find him a home either way I'm facing," she whispered. I chuckled and replied, "Yeah, and very nice homes at that, at least this one is a little drier but the other one is much hotter." She wiggled again and I felt my shaft slid easily along the crease of her ass. "Damn, I must have really made a mess, if you're that slippery." She flexed her hips slowly as I slipped deeper between her warm cheeks. "Ummm, that does feel good though. We'll have to investigate it some times in the near future. Right now, I'm a tired puppy." I flexed my hips to meet hers for a second or two and then said, "Yes, that does feel good, and yes, we will definitely check it out." Suddenly I yawned. "You aren't the only one that's had a long hard day. Maybe we need to continue this in the morning." She nodded and whispered, "I think that's a good idea, we can just lay here and watch the stars until we fall asleep. They are so beautiful." "So are you," I whispered as I kissed the back of her neck. "So are you." ***** I have no idea when we fell asleep but it didn't take long. I know exactly when we woke up. The blast of a cement trucks air horn brought us both up to a sitting position as it reverberated through the un-insulated metal walls of the loft. From the looks of the sun, I figure it was a little past eight. The crews were here to start pouring the slabs. "Damn, those guys sure know how to screw up a wonderful wet dream, don't they?" Linda said with a groan. We had been still cuddled up tightly when the air horn went off. I reached out and pulled her back down onto the airbed, ending up on top of her. I kissed her lips softly and smiled. "Wet dream huh, starring anyone I know or just the local football team." I asked as I kissed the end of her nose. She laughed and wiggled her arms free to wrap them around my neck. "Hey, I ain't telling all my secrets. Anyway, how do you know it wasn't the girl's soccer team? Or both for that matter." I kissed her lips softly again and wiggled a little myself, working my way between her legs. She giggled and then groaned as my hardening member rubbed across her clit. I held still for a moment as she quivered all over. "Hmmm, that must have been some dream, you're as wet and sensitive as you were when we went to sleep last night." She shivered and then grinned. "I think it was that giant hotdog of yours that was moving ever so gently in my buns, with your breathing all night, which had me dreaming. It could have been your strong arms around me, so warm and gentle. Damn, either of those would give any girl wet dreams and together, they sure got to me." I grinned and whispered, "Speaking of hotdogs and buns, I think it's time I slipped one into the other and whipped up some cream sauce, what do you think of that idea?" She grinned back at me and chuckled. "I hope they don't have a boom truck out there pouring that cement or someone's going to get the thrill of a lifetime," she said softly as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. She shivered as she moved against me. "Speaking of going boom, that's what I'm going to do the whole time you're stuffing that sausage into me." She tilted her hips as I lifted mine. She shivered again and whispered, "So hold on tight, you're fixing to find out what the word wildcat means." I flexed my hips slowly and gently, trying to avoid rubbing her clit. She was so wet that within a moment, I was sliding across her skin effortlessly. The next thing I knew, she lifted her hips and tilted them as I pressed forward. My shaft slipped into her hot velvety opening and Linda gave out with a loud moaning groan. I pressed on forward as her hips rolled up and down slowly; the groan was growing closer to a loud incoherent growl. Linda's head was rolling back and forth and her heels drummed on my ass as though she were trying to literally drive me in. When my hips pressed solidly against hers, she yelled and bucked her hips wildly against mine. I just held still and held on. The bright sunlight streaming through the tall windows was bouncing off the wall to throw a beautiful golden light over us. Linda's lips were drawn back in almost a snarl, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. The growling was subsiding in volume but not in intensity. Earlier I had felt her nails rake down my back and settle into my upper ass, or so it felt like. Now they released me and slowly came back up along my spine but much gentler this time. The motion of her hips was working her tightness around me and I could feel my own orgasm growing. I looked out the window, trying to distract myself from the wonderful feelings that she was generating. Her hips slowed and settled into a smooth rocking rhythm that soon had my hips moving in counterpoint to it. As I did, the growling stopped and a murmur of pure pleasure came from deep in her chest. Her face slowly relaxed and after a minute or two, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. Our hips would meet in a gentle kiss and then part for a moment, only to close for another soft kiss. Linda sighed deeply and whispered softly and breathily, "I see you lived through it and I seemed to have also. It's been so long since I've made love with someone beside myself that I was kind of worried. I thought I might turn into a monster or something." I smiled down at her and whispered, "I think I know what you mean, and it's been a while for me too. Right now, I'm doing silly math problems to keep from exploding. I want both of us to enjoy this as much as possible." While I was talking, she licked her lips and arched her back a little more. Her hips moving more forcefully up to meet mine. With a soft groan deep in her chest she whispered, "You don't have to worry about that on my account. In fact, you'd better hurry a little or you're going to be late." She groaned a little louder as a shiver ran up and down her body. I leaned down to kiss her and forgot about the math, she was a lot more exciting to say the least. My hips moved quicker on their own and hers matched me perfectly. Soon, we were moaning into each other's mouth as we kissed passionately. I could feel her body tensing up as her orgasm approached, her warm velvety sex squeezing and rippling along and around my hard manhood. Her body arched up forcefully as a warmer wetness flooded along my shaft, her sex clamping down around me. She broke the kiss as a deep groaning yell escaped her lips, her orgasm rolled over her in wave after wave. Mine was only a short ways behind hers and I sprayed her insides with jet after jet of hot semen. Each spurt brought a louder yell from her and a loud groan from me, our hips now locked together in a tight embrace. We lay there for a long while, catching our breath, and then we slowly rolled over onto our sides, breaking our connection. We both gave out with soft murmurs as we did. Linda cuddle up against me tightly and sighed deeply. I hugged her tightly and did the same. ***** Linda moving next to me brought me up out of sleep. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me smiling. "Hi," she said softly. "I need to go pee and clean up this mess we made." I smiled back at her and then kissed her softly on the lips. When I nibbled on her lower lip, she whimpered softly and kissed me harder. After a second, she pulled back and grinned. "That's just making the mess bigger and I do have to pee." "Want me to come hold your hand and then scrub your back?" I asked with a grin of my own. She chuckled and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Give me a minute or two head start and then you can come scrub my back. I'm not quite ready for the hand holding part while I pee yet." I chuckled and said, "Ok, I'll let you off easy this time but next time...." I let the sentence trail off. She laughed and then groaned as she got up to her knees. "I think I used a few muscles that didn't get exercised with all that working out I did." She grinned down at me and winked. "We'll have to work on that won't we?" This Land Is Mine I laughed and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan to me. What do we call it? Sexercise?" Linda laughed and started for the stairs. "Hey, you might want to take this with you," I said and tossed her the peasant blouse. "There's a work crew outside and the front wall of the living room is all glass, remember." She laughed and slipped the blouse on as a dress again. "I forgot. You're right, that front gate needs a bell or something and I'll have to watch it or I'll end up like you last night when I got here." She blew me a kiss and headed down the stairs. I lay back and grinned at the ceiling, life was wonderful, wasn't it? Now, it is, my mind answered.