5 comments/ 19024 views/ 1 favorites Wild Sunflowers By: Ron Marsh After wife number three left, at the age of 49 with the kids grown and gone, I made a firm commitment to myself to never make a commitment. To a woman at least. Figured I wasn't good at it, or good at picking them or whatever. I decided not to spend a lot of time analyzing it. I just wasn't gonna do it again. The first one drank, played pool really well and abandoned the kids. I ended up raising them, and I'm proud of the job I did. The second was chronically depressed. It was like living in a morgue half the time. She'd done years of therapy, a good part of it I paid for. Even her therapist was frustrated after five years of working with her. I asked myself one day if I was ever going to get what I needed out of the relationship. My answer was no, and I started the untangling process the same day. The third? Well it just got to the point where I was working day and night trying to make her happy. I guess I'm a slow learner. I never gave up easy. Number two was eight years of trying, number three, we were together for ten. I kept looking in the mirror at an older and older face. Part of that was just plain being tired from working seven days a week, both for money to support us and to get a house built. I knew that another reason for that increasingly aged visage was the reality of approaching fifty. When wife number three decided to move to Phoenix to pursue her career, try to get what she wanted out of life, and suck a little dough off of her mother, I hooked up our fifth wheel. We split the cash, she took the new car. I dropped off the RV along with her menagerie of pets. I had already decided that this trial separation was going to be permanent and I worked 'round the clock to get her out of my life. This time, I kept the house, situated in the Rocky Mountain foothills of Southern Colorado, just outside of a tiny Victorian Western town. I had reached the magic age where I had decided it was now or never for good old Dan. I had thought about moving to Southern California, so that I could sail, hang on the beach and watch the thong-butted roller babes skate by. I was also determined to work no more than 45 hours a week and spend my free time getting back in shape, writing and playing music. Anyway, when I dropped the RV off the back of the truck and took off up the freeway, it was like the truck and I had lost ten thousand pounds of responsibility. I felt lighter than I had in five years and oh, it was good. I hit the gas, the truck lurched forward and I was on my way. On the way back from Phoenix, I stopped in Santa Fe to do something that I had never done before. I decided I was going to stop at a topless dance joint I had heard of. At 49, I had never been to a topless bar. Hard to believe, but true. I thought these places were generally trashy and a bit scary. But I did it. I went inside, paid the cover and looked around. It was actually pretty classy inside. A live band was playing a mixture of R&B and techno music and they were hot. There were eight or ten couples on the dance floor, two great-looking topless girls in thongs on separate stages and a handful of single guys scattered around. Half the women on the dance floor were doing a sexy bump and grind with their partners either as a reflection of the two professionals or else to compete for the eyeballs of their boyfriends and the rest of the folks in the place. One dancer was a petite blond with medium natural breasts, luscious legs and a perky little ass. The other was Hispanic, dark skinned, brown eyed and very hot. Well, I had two problems with the place, really. The whiskey was pricey and weak and there were absolutely no single women. With my next drink order, I complained to the bartender about the lack of single females. The bartender was about my age, maybe a few years younger, fit, wearing a black T-shirt with the bar logo on it. I figured him for a Harley guy. "Yeah, not tonight, but usually there are a few. It's just quiet tonight. A couple of our waitresses are single, though. Maybe you ought to talk to them. That one, for example, over there has been single and I think kinda lonely for years. A lot of guys don't want to go out with a topless dancer maybe." I looked at the woman serving drinks across the way. She was tall, really tall, like 6'1." Long bodied, long legged, breasts that I would have given a nine on a ten scale. She had short blonde hair. She was obviously doing her job, talking to the two single guys she was serving. A subtle combination of leading them on and keeping her distance. "Ok, I said to the bartender, wanna send her over with my next drink?" I'd already tipped him pretty good and was obviously not a trouble maker. "Sure," he said. I had no idea what I was driving at, but I was here, I was free and so what the heck, I'll talk to her, I thought. The girl showed up a few minutes later. She looked to be about mid-30's and had wonderful green eyes. "Hi, I'm Dan," I said. "You probably hear this all the time, but you have fantastic breasts. I could worship them. They are like two bright beautiful doves." "Birds, huh?" she said. "I've been told they look like grapefruits, peaches, tomatoes, pears; Fruits and vegetables mostly. Never been told they look like birds. Thanks, I guess. What can I do for you?" "I thought you and I could spend some time together after you get off work," I told her. "It's three hundred an hour," she replied. "I get off at two." "OK," I thought, "I'm coming on to a topless waitress who does tricks on the side. Not really my style and possibly a bit hazardous." "You know," I said, "I've never paid for sex and it's a tradition I think I'll stick with. I was thinking about taking you out to an early breakfast and just talking. You know, conversation. There's a little breakfast place down toward the plaza. They make a fantastic crab and camembert omelet." "Conversation, eh? Well if you change your mind about the three bills, I'll be around 'till two." "Won't happen, but if you change your mind about breakfast, I'm leaving in about ten," I replied. I hung out for about ten more minutes, finished my watered whiskey and headed for the exit. "Oh well," I thought. "No harm done." I felt a tap on my shoulder just as I reached the door and found myself looking into those gorgeous green eyes once again. I'll admit I had to struggle to keep my eyes off her tits. They gave me chills. "Pick me up at two for breakfast, back door, Mr. Birdman." "I'll be here," I told her and walked through the door. I was glad to be out of the place. Not exactly my comfort zone. My mind started making lists and I drove around town and fulfilled them. First a trip to the liquor store for a couple of bottles of white wine I liked, just in case. The wine was called Obsession from Ironstone Vineyards. It is a Muscat with a touch of sparkle, an initial bouquet of wild roses and a citrusy finish. I didn't know if I would need any of these things, but I had been a Boy Scout once and their motto is "Be Prepared." Then off to the groovy food store for a bottle of almond and arnica oil. I like to mix these for massage. The almond oil is really slippery and the arnica adds a great aroma, like being in a birch forest in Sweden when the sap's running. Finally, a trip to the drugstore for condoms. "That's a huge stretch," I thought. Then I splurged and checked into La Fonda Hotel on the plaza. If you've ever been to Santa Fe, you will know La Fonda. It's about three hundred years old. A great little boutique hotel. I showered, shaved and set the alarm for an hour, as it was right at midnight. Then I evaporated into dreamland, fell apart really. I had driven eleven hours down to Phoenix and six hours back. Straight through. When the alarm went off I got up, washed my face and made a cup of coffee with the little in-room coffee maker. Then I went down to the truck and headed out of town. It was fall, the wild sunflowers had gone nuts along Cerillos Boulevard and I picked a big double bouquet of them and placed them in the back seat next to my cello. I carry the cello everywhere I go. I'd been playing since I was big enough to hold on to one. I play mostly chamber music for a local string quartet and my less expensive cello goes with me everywhere. Having a huge pickup with a full backseat helps. Then I washed and vacuumed the truck. Living where I live mud is a constant companion and even though my truck is old and beat up, I thought it should at least be clean. I pulled into the parking lot near the back door a few minutes before two and popped in a CD. After a bit, the door swung open and there was my tall blonde beauty. I opened the truck door, which turned on the dome light and she recognized me. She was dressed in a white blouse, obviously wore a bra plus a charcoal pinstriped skirt that just about reached her knees. "Half naked on the dance floor and dressed like an accountant when she leaves the place," I thought. I went around and opened her door as she said, "Classy truck," in a tongue-in-cheek tone of voice. She climbed, literally, into the front seat. The truck is a late nineties four by four, three quarter ton, super duty F250 and the seat's about four feet off the ground. "What kind of music is that?" "Oldies, I replied, "from about 1720. It's Baroque music. This particular track is Bach's Suite Number One if G Major." I reached in the back and handed her the flowers. "You're doing me a big favor going to breakfast with me," I said. "Wow, beautiful," she said. "Wild sunflowers are my favorite. They're so wild, and bright and happy, I think." She was truly delighted with them and this was the first statement I'd heard her make so far that wasn't laced with a certain level of cynicism. "Ok, so you're a mountain man with a big truck that looks like it's been through a war, you like wildflowers, think my breasts are birds and listen to music that is four hundred years old. What else?" "I don't know your name," I said. "Oh well, my friends call me Chuck," she said. "Chuck?" "Well, my parents named me Cherisse and I was Cherry 'till I lost mine and so then it became Charlie and someone started calling me Chuck and Chuck stuck." "OK, Chuck. Let's roll." We went to breakfast. The omelets were fabulous. Crab flown in fresh with Camembert and herbs. We had a glass of Chardonnay apiece and we talked, we had conversation. I learned that she had been working at the bar for eighteen months and lived in a single wide on the road to Ocate. I learned that she had a daughter that her first husband had disappeared with over ten years ago. She learned that I lived in Colorado, did business consulting online, wrote magazine articles and stories and played the cello in a string quartet. "That's that big violin looking thing in the back, right?" She was chipper and cheerful and not cynical at all. Ultimately I invited her to come up to La Fonda and listen to me play. "Oh, I don't know, Dan. I'm really tired," she said. "At least she wasn't calling me bird man anymore," I thought. "I would like to hear you play and I think I trust you." "One piece and I'll take you to your car. No funny business." I said. She agreed without too much more arm-twisting. We drove down to the plaza, parked and walked toward the hotel. I took her hand. "Being a bit fresh aren't you?" She asked. "You're a beautiful woman and I like who you seem to be so far." I replied. "I'm too tall and skinny, and my hair's funky." She said. "I think you are a gorgeous statuesque blonde and I love your eyes and I like how your hair is cut. It looks good on you." "Thanks," she said and meant it. Once in the hotel room, I told her to sit in one of the comfortable chairs while I tuned and adjusted the bow. I had been thinking about what to play for her and had decided on Pachelbel's Cannon in D major. This was an arrangement I had constructed especially for my playing style and for the cello. The Cannon is played a little too frequently especially at weddings, but knowing Chuck, she probably hadn't had much exposure to classical music and this was a piece that I loved despite its over popularity. I had perfected this piece over many years of playing. I could play it in my sleep. It was easy for me to get lost in the subtle qualities of each note, filling them with emotion and completely losing myself in the music. I asked her to close her eyes, take a few deep breaths, and to let nothing else exist but the sound. Then I played. At the end of the piece, I looked over at her to see if she had liked it. Her eyes were still closed, but huge tears were running down her cheeks. She had been touched. I said nothing to break the silence and waited. Finally she spoke wiping the tears from her face with her fingers. "Oh Dan, I've never heard a piece of music like that in my life. That was so sweet and sad somehow. I'm sorry. And she started sobbing again." I laid the cello against the bed, kneeled by her chair and took her hand. "Sweet little Chuck," I said. "It's good to cry. It's a good thing." "Why do you like me?" she sobbed. "I know you think I'm pretty but you're not even trying to get me in bed." "I don't know Chuck. I like who you are. Maybe you haven't been around the world, but there's something about you. I think you have a good heart and maybe it just hasn't had a chance to grow enough." She was having some kind of release, as my friends in the psych trade would say, a catharsis at 3:30 in the morning. "Could you play me another song?" She asked. "Just one more, 'cause I'm really tired. Then I have to go home." I pulled the comforter from the bed and told her to hop in. She did as she was told. I covered her up with the comforter, tucking her in like a little child. I sat with my back to her on the bed and picked up the bow. I played a piece that I had written a few months earlier that I was proud of and as I didn't hear anything from her, I played another. "Chuck?" I turned around. She was asleep. I turned out the lights, stood the cello in the corner and prepared to get into the other queen bed. "C'mere. She said and she peeled the comforter back. She slipped out of her clothes without getting up and wormed her way between the sheets. "Let's sleep for a while. That was beautiful." I caught no more than a glimpse of her naked. I stripped off my clothes and climbed in with her spooned her from the back and laced my arm between her breasts. I was instantly hard. She pushed her butt up against me and promptly fell asleep. I worked with my breathing until my ponderous rod subsided and then I was out. It was past ten when I awoke. She was perched on an elbow looking at my face. What a delightful way to wake up and what a sweet smile she gave me when I opened my eyes. "Where did you come from?" she asked me. "You played so beautiful last night. I've never in my life met anyone like you. Men generally want to fuck me, not give me flowers and music." "Yeah, well, I can't say I don't want to fuck you once we get to know each other a little better." I thought honesty was the best policy in this instance. "You had me after the first tune, Dan." She said very sweetly I thought. "I could rent the room for another night and we could spend the day playing in town?" I said. It was Sunday and I didn't really have to go back to work if I didn't want to. "Nah," she said. "Why don't we go get my car and you can follow me home? I'd like to take you to my place." I checked out, drove her to her car and we hit the freeway out of Santa Fe. We ended up down a dirt road driving through juniper and rocks. We finally stopped at a piece of dirt that looked just like the surrounding hills. It was covered in yucca and chollo with a few scrubby wind-blown junipers. The only difference between this place and the surrounding miles of red dirt was that there was a singlewide trailer and a few pots of flowers out front. It looked downright lonesome. I parked the truck behind her old Saturn and met her at the door as she was turning the key. I'd grabbed the cello out of the back and my sack of purchases from last night. "It's not much, but I own it." She said. "Not the land, though. An old vaquero owns it and he let me put in the septic and electricity and phone in exchange for lifetime rental. He says it's been in his family since the Spanish land grant days. He's a neat old Hispanic man in his late eighties. He's harmless, but he's been flirting with me ever since I met him ten years ago. We're really just good buds. You might meet him. He comes over for coffee usually on Sunday mornings, but he hasn't been well lately, so I don't know." "You know, it's what's inside that makes a house a home." I told her and we entered. "I need a shower, she said. "We both need a shower," I replied, "and I haven't had enough sleep by a long shot." "I'll feed the cat, we can take a shower and we'll go to bed!," she said gleefully. "Bed's my favorite place." An orange and brown tabby showed up to curl around her calves. He soon got the attention and the food he wanted and we headed for what served as the master bedroom. "Me first," she said, grabbing some clean towels, "but maybe you want to watch?" "I'd like nothing better than to see you naked," I replied. She started slowly unbuttoning her blouse never taking her eyes off mine. "I want to do this for you." She said. "Maybe you should play a strip song on the cello." "Don't know any, but please don't stop." I told her. "What do you like, Dan? Do you like what you see? Do you like me?" as she removed her blouse exposing a lacy bra that reached just above her nipples and highlighted her cleavage. "I like you, Chuck. I love your long, lanky body and those legs that go all the way up to..." "To what, Dan? To where? What do you think is at the end of my legs?" she asked unzipping the skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She was wearing a blue thong that was practically transparent and small enough to fit in a matchbox. "Is this where my legs end?" she said running her fingers down inside the front of the thong. Come on, speak up or this is all you'll see, Dan. Cat got your tongue?" She was still looking directly into my eyes as she reached behind her back to undo the bra. "Wanna see my tits, Dan? You said you could worship them. I have a good memory. Come on baby." I walked across to where she was standing and kissed her like I had longed to kiss her since I saw her tears last night, or this morning or whenever it was. She embraced me. I put my hands on her waist and slid them up to her shoulders pulling the bra straps down her arms. I didn't let go of her wrists, just held them and continued the long kiss. I had to reach up a bit, which was a new experience for me as she was a full inch taller than I. She raised her head and sighed giving me perfect access to her throat and I kissed her long neck all the way down to her collarbone. I moved her hands behind her back and held them with one of mine. I placed the other hand behind her shoulder blades and pulled her to me, exploring her shoulders, and then down her breasts with my lips and tongue. I stayed away from her nipples preferring to work the curves above them, inside them and finally below them circling my way slowly toward her aureoles. She mewed like a kitten thrusting her breasts forward and I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked it like a child. Now she moaned and started breathing more rapidly. "Let me take a shower and then you may continue." she finally said, pushing me away. "But first let me remove my thong" Again, she looked me in the eyes saying, "This is yours if you want it." She slipped the little thing down her long, long legs and stood up waiting for me to comment. Wild Sunflowers Ch. 02 Part II We awoke hours later as dusk was approaching. "Nothing like three years of waiting for sex to make a girl have a great orgasm," she said. "Gee," I said. "I was really hoping that my hot body and superior technique played some role in it." "Oh, Dan, I didn't mean it like that. You were beautiful, are beautiful. You're sweet, you're a great lover and your body definitely turns me on. That was a stupid thing to say. I should just keep my mouth shut." "Don't worry about it, darlin'. I know you didn't mean it the way it sounded and I'm not really offended. Are you hungry or is it just me? When did we eat last anyway?" She was apparently still beating herself up for her faux pas. "Listen, Chuck," I took her hands. "I'm very happy. I know something like what you are really feeling and I'm feeling the same way toward you. The little bit of time we have had together has been something very special and I'm looking forward to more." Chuck burst into tears. "I don't know what I'm feeling. You are like some wonderful thing that dropped out of the sky. Last night and then this morning were like a-a dream. I'm sorry I'm…" I pulled her to me before she started berating herself for nothing and held her and just let her cry until her tears were finished. "Thank you," she sniffed. "I guess I've been crying a lot. I hardly ever cry, really. Hey, I'm like really hungry. Are you?" I realized we hadn't eaten since last night around two and I rolled out of bed. "I don't have any other clothes with me and I'll bet these stink," I said. "I'll throw them in the washer while we eat," she said. "Do you mind being naked? I don't want you with clothes." Chuck got out of bed and put on a ragged terry cloth bathrobe. "Oh, is this a one-way deal? You get clothes and I have to go around naked?" "Yes, uh-huh," she replied with a smirk. "That's the way I like it," she said, checking me out. I started getting hard again. This girl had what I needed. "Ok, then. I guess I told you you could have what you wanted for a bit. I'll just have to cook naked I guess. I hope you're safe with kitchen knives. Let's find something to eat." We wandered down the hall to the kitchen and I started opening cupboards. Everything she had was in a box or a can and some of that stuff looked dusty. Here is a girl that doesn't cook much, I thought. There was some brown lettuce in the fridge, a jar of mustard and some mayonnaise, some half-gone broccoli, an onion, a container of orange juice and a carton of milk. I didn't say anything, but I mentally rolled my eyes. "Got any coffee?" I asked. She was leaning against the counter following my nudity around the kitchen with her eyes and her smile. "Earth to Chuck?" I said. "What? Oh, yeah, sure, coffee." And she began puttering around the coffee pot. "Do you have any chicken or fish or beef or anything?" I asked. "In the freezer". She turned to me with the brightest, sunniest green-eyed smile I'd ever encountered. "What are you feeling?" I asked. "Oh, I am on another planet," she replied. "I'm just so happy. Maybe we should just go back to bed and kiss and fuck. I'd just like to lash my pussy around you and never let you go. " I didn't really want to argue with that. "You're sweet, but delirious and I'm going to feed you," I replied. I opened the freezer, and found some chicken breasts. "Any flour?" "Cupboard under the counter, left of the sink," she said mischievously. "Like where you're standing?" I asked. "Yeah, right behind me." "You gonna' get it for me?" She smiled mischievously, looked like she was considering it and then shook her head, no, with those sparkling eyes on mine. I sauntered over, put my hands on her hips and kissed her, pulling her toward me and away from the counter. "OK, move," I said. "Uh-uh," I nonchalantly untied her bathrobe and opened it. I slid it down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then I enjoyed examining her long body down to her little landing strip. I reached my hand down between her legs and she was wet. I kissed her again while my fingers did a dance on her pussy. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs wider. That was my goal. OK, one of my goals. I got down on the floor and began softly nibbling her clit with just my lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her sweet tush up against my face. What a wonderful taste. Then, I reached between her legs, opened the cupboard door and grabbed the bag of flour. "Got it!" I cried and stood. "Not fair! You don't play fair," Chuck cried in between panting. "Gotta feed you, Chuck, and I think keeping you steamed up is something that I would like to perpetuate" I smiled. I ordered her to chop onions and broccoli, while I melted some butter in a beat up saucepan and stirred in a little flour. Meanwhile, I nuked the chicken till it thawed out and cut it into bite size pieces. Once the butter and flour had combined, I began gradually stirring in the milk and added black pepper and salt. By this time the coffee was done and I poured us each a cup to sustain us while we cooked. "What are we cooking, Dan?" "Well, we have the fixin's for a cream of broccoli soup, chicken in a lemon wine and peppery kinda' sauce over noodles and maybe some homemade biscuits." "I have biscuits in a can," Chuck offered. I barely managed to succeed in not laughing out loud. "I know," I replied. "I think I'll just make some." I make the best biscuits this side of anywhere I can think of and I wasn't about to eat 'em out of a can if I could help it. Once I got the soup going, I had Chuck toss in the onions and stir it occasionally. She clearly needed something to keep her out of trouble. The cat showed up and I poured a little milk on a paper plate for him. I turned the oven on. Then I dumped a pretty good-sized chunk of butter in the skillet and started heating some garlic. After a bit, I poured in a third of a bottle of the nice white wine I had brought. Kind of a sacrilege to cook with it, but it was what we had and I didn't doubt that it would make an exceptional dish. Then I squeezed in the juice of a lemon, tossed the chicken in with some black pepper and covered it. All that was left was the biscuits. She had a food processor that looked none too clean so I washed it, dried it and filled it up with butter and flour and salt. We added the broccoli to the cream soup base, turned it way down and covered it as well. "Well," I said, "We have about a half hour to kill, longer if want it to taste like anything." "Great, let's go back to bed and you can continue what you started." "Chuck, you're a doll" She took my hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom. I had determined to pay her back for making me cook naked. Making women beg is one of the greatest pleasures in life. I quickly figured out that idea would have to wait. She wanted to ride and I let her climb on. She wasn't into fooling around and just went right to slamming down hard on my cock while I held her by the waist and drove her onto my hot rod. Her short blonde hair flew and she came faster than most women I've known and she kept slamming me and cuming for a while. What a sight to behold. If an experienced guy like me could be smitten, I was. I barely managed to hold off on my own orgasm. She again collapsed like a blow up doll that has had the plug pulled and just lay with her body on mine panting and trembling. I wanted to let everything simmer a while longer, but I knew with all that additional exercise, she must be all in, so before too long, I slid out from under her and asked about my clothes. "Oh, I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer!" she exclaimed and headed for the utility room. I thought at the time it was intentional. We went back to the kitchen and I started the biscuits. Biscuits are a cinch. I used the wine bottle as a rolling pin, cut them in squares, put them on a cookie sheet and slid them into the oven. Then I checked the chicken, stirred the soup and started water boiling for some noodles I had found. Cream soups are supposed to be stirred a lot or they burn on the bottom, but I had long ago figured out that you could put them on an extremely low setting for quite a while and generally get away with it as long as you showed up in the nick of time to give it a stir. When I turned around to lean on the counter for a while and sip some more coffee, Chuck was standing right in front of me in her ratty bathrobe. "Birdman, you didn't cum. Did I do something wrong?" "No, girl, though it's nice of you to ask. You did just what I wanted you to do." "What do you mean?" she asked. I had to think about what to say. Finally, I said this. "Chuck, I'm not in a hurry and now that I've spent time with you, I'm not into a one-night stand. I prefer to think or pretend or whatever that we have all the time in the world. I also almost always have more pleasure giving than getting. Nonetheless, I want to do you again after we eat, babe. I want to play with you while we eat, then I want to go to bed and play and talk and nuzzle and cuddle and get hot and sweaty and use each other mercilessly. Would that be OK with you?" "Wow, yeah. That would be great. Can we eat now? The smell is driving me over the edge. I sure like you in my kitchen naked. You're gonna' come back, right?" "Come back to see you? Yeah, Chuck, I am." In very short order, we were seated at the table with a veritable feast in front of us. "Chuck," I said. "Would you mind taking your robe off? I'd like to stare at your breasts while I eat." Chuck smiled her warm smile at me and slipped the robe off her shoulders. "I'd love it if you stared at my breasts." "Whoa, you're making me hard again" I dropped off the chair, climbed under the table and crawled over to her lap. She spread her legs for me. I wrapped my hands around her tight little dancer's ass and pulled her toward me. "Mmm," she giggled above me. "The chicken is great. Try the sauce." She reached down. Her fingers were coated in the white wine sauce. She inserted them into her juicy little hole and spread some on her lips. She was right; the sauce was divine. "I think you just added the magic ingredient." I mumbled into her. She ate, I continued to enjoy her wonderful pussy and she became much more vocal about the quality of the dinner. I was as hard as a steel pipe. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," she was already panting, moaning and thrusting herself against me. I knew she was close again and I'd never had more fun in my life, so I wasn't going to stop. I shoved her into my face and caressed her thighs. I sucked her little clit and began circling it with my tongue. She started pumping into my face. In a moment she issued a long, loud growl of delight. I went back to my place, grabbed a napkin and wiped my face. Then I picked up my fork and dug in. She was lying back in her chair panting, a fork still in her hand pointing off into space, her hair disheveled and her bathrobe around her waist. She shook her head at me. What a delightful sight. "Wow," she exhaled. "Mmmmm," she purred. She was right, dinner was fabulous and after she recovered a bit, she had a sip of wine and resumed eating. "What is this wine?" she asked. "I like it." We never really did get to sleep after that. I guess she felt like she owed me one and we left the dishes on the table and went back to bed after dinner. We made love. I did have an orgasm that time. We drifted off and then one of us would wake up and begin caressing the other all over again. At one point when we were awake and slowly and thoughtfully fucking yet again, we heard the coyotes howl. We stayed engaged and squirmed nearer the curtains covering the window. It was one of those goofy and contorted things to do and giggling ensued. When we finally were able to reach the curtains and pull them open, we could see the moon starting to come up over the Sandia Mountains. I howled like a coyote and she joined me. For some twisted reason that got me excited and we howled together while I renewed thrusting which made her howl the more. I know we fell asleep again sometime later. Dawn found us cuddled together talking about nothing that I can remember. It was Monday morning and I had clients that would be ringing the phone. I also had a three-hour drive to get to the phone and the computer and knew I needed to get started. "Sorry, girl, but I have to hit the highway", I said. "Will you really come back?" she asked hesitantly. "Yeah", I said. "How about Friday night?" "I'll be working at the bar" "Yeah, I forgot I have to share those lovely nipples with the general public," I answered. "Please come back. I don't want to lose this. You can play me some more music," she said. "Have cello will travel. I'll be back on Saturday night around 2 AM. Pick you up at the back door for breakfast?" Then I kissed her, donned my clean but wrinkled clothes and headed down the dusty road to the freeway. So I went back to the cat, my RV and the office. I worked a busy week. Conference calls, emails, projects and plans. You know the drill. I even made a little money doing it. I slept some on Saturday afternoon and left around ten to do a few things in Santa Fe. Of course I brought the cello and had warmed up a few pieces I thought Chuck would like. Prepared as ever I brought some extra clothes and stopped at a 24 hour grocery to pick up some vittles in case we ended up in her kitchen again. On the dot, there was my sparkling tall blonde at 2 AM. I hopped out of the truck and opened her door. "Hey, beautiful. It's so good to see you," she said and gave me a quick kiss. "Let's just go to my house. Is that OK? We were going to go have breakfast, but I'd rather just be alone with you." "Sure. That'd be great, Chuck. I'll follow you out there." So I did. The cat met us at the door. I found out his name was Marvelous Kitty or Marv for short. Worked for me. I brought in the cello, groceries and a huge bundle of sunflowers. I could tell almost as soon as we entered the house that something was wrong with Chuck. She looked a bit down. "The flowers are beautiful. You are so sweet to think of them again." "Ok, spill it, Chuck." I said. "Something's up. What is it?" "Oh. I didn't want to talk about anything serious. I just want to be with you and hold you and stuff." "Yeah, well. I care about what's going on with you and obviously something is." "OK. I guess I have to tell you, but let me take a shower first." She showered and came out in her bathrobe toweling her hair and looking pensive. I had loaded the groceries in the fridge and then waited for her on the bed, but she wanted us to go to the couch in the living room. I had no idea what bomb she was going to drop, but we had hardly gotten off the bed last weekend, so the couch seemed formal. "Damn," she said. "I just want to kiss you and play and be light, but I have to talk to you about something that happened tonight." "I'm ready," I said. "Ok, I told you that my ex ran off with my daughter, right?" "Yeah" "Well I took the job at the topless place because I wanted to hire a detective to track him down and I needed the extra money. I work during the week at the Trader Joe's on St. Michaels. I'm a cashier. I don't think we got into any of this last weekend, did we?" "No." I said. "I did hire a detective and paid him a lot of money and nothing ever turned up. I took the job at the topless place because I had wiped out my savings and if I ever did find the bastard I might need a lawyer or something. Tonight, one of the girls quit and they want me to do table dancing to take her place. All I've ever done there is serve drinks." "I've heard of table dancing and I can pretty much guess what goes on." "Haven't you ever been to a strip club?" she asked. "The only time in my life I have ever been in anything like that was the night I met you. No, I have never been to a strip club. My feeling is that when money is added to sex, it just isn't a good thing. Even though Stiletto's is a pretty classy place, I doubt I'd ever go in one again. But, that's just me." "Well, I don't want to do it and I don't really need the extra money at this point. The reason I live in this funky place and drive that funky Saturn is that I've been saving every dime since my ex left so I can get my kid back if he ever shows up." "How old is she now?" "Maria is twelve, her birthday was three days ago and I don't know if I'm ever going to see her again" and she exploded into sobs. "I can't imagine what it must be like to have your daughter disappear like that," I said and reached out to hold her. She let it wail once I got her in my arms and sobbed for a while. I petted her head and let her go for it. How a so-called human being could run off with someone's child and be gone for ten years without contact is beyond me. I had raised my daughter on my own, basically because her mother was too busy entertaining herself to care. I had the chance to watch all of those moments and days and years of her growth and development. From stuffed animals and skinned knees and being afraid of the dark to wondering what she would be when she grew up. I wouldn't trade it for the world even though it required many years of self-denial and relative poverty as most single parents could testify. After she had pretty much soaked the front of my shirt, she said "As long as I was working and putting the money in the bank, I guess I felt like I was doing something to get Maria back, but it's been ten years and I don't know. I gave them notice. I'm quitting. Maybe I can get a weekend job in a restaurant. I don't want to work in a bar anymore. It stinks and people get drunk and stupid and come on to me." "Well, is there anything I can do?" "No. I guess I just needed to tell you. You know what? You probably expected me to come home and have fun with you, but I feel wrung out. I'm sorry, Dan. Are you sure you want to hang out with me? I have all these problems." "Yeah, Chuck. I'm very sure. It's rough. Maybe we can do something about Maria. I don't know what off the top of my head. She's somewhere and people can't just hide forever. It's good to talk about things. I don't have any expectations. I know you worked all day. I had no idea you were working all those hours though. You must be burned out." "Yeah, I am and maybe I'll take a couple of weeks off before I jump into another job somewhere, if I can even find one. I'm tired. I feel like I've been tired for a long time and my feet and legs are killing me. I worked the morning shift at Trader Joe's and then started at the bar at eight o'clock." "Ok, doll. We're putting you directly to bed." We went to the bedroom, I took her robe from her and refrained from devouring her with only the strongest will, pulled back the sheets and she sank into bed. I stripped, climbed in beside her. We kissed. "Oh, I've missed you this week." "I've thought about you every day, Chuck." "Do me?" "I thought you were tired?" "I want you inside me. I might behave like a sack of spuds, but would you just climb on top? I'd like to go to sleep with sticky thighs and you wrapped around me in a haze of sexy musk." Well, that was hard to argue with. I was reasonably rested up from my nap that afternoon and had been anticipating hot sex with this goddess all week. Certain parts of me instantly sprang to attention and I lowered myself gently on to that luscious woman, slipped inside her and then used her for all I was worth. She took me in and surrendered herself to my lust. As I was drifting off to sleep, she said, "Oh, I didn't tell you, Sr. Antonio Velasquez, the patron of the family that owns this property is coming over for coffee. He's feeling better." Wild Sunflowers Ch. 02 "The old guy that owns this place? What time would that be?" "What time is it?" she asked. "Just after four", I answered. "Oh, he'll be over in about an hour and a half," she giggled. "He gets up early and he always comes over on Sunday morning for coffee and to hit on me." "5:30!" I cried. "He's coming over at 5:30?" "Yup, goodnight. He doesn't know about the topless place, so don't say anything," she mumbled and was gone. I somehow didn't relish being awakened by pounding on the door in a short while, so after she was truly out, I crept out of bed and went to the kitchen. I knew that if I went to sleep no old man with a fancy Hispanic name was going to get me out of bed, so I decided to just stay up. I was pretty bleary, so I put the coffee pot on and thought about a few things, primarily, Chuck's daughter Maria and how to find her. I also thought that if I went very far down this path, I was likely to become more entangled than I perhaps wanted to contemplate. After a half hour of that thought process and wondering about my growing feelings for that beautiful long-legged woman in the bedroom, I got up and started puttering around the kitchen. For some reason, I'd bought a bunch of pecans at the grocery store on the way down. I like 'em in a salad and they're handy to toss in other dishes. I realized that I could probably scrounge up the makings for a coffee cake if I looked around. The only thing I hadn't located was honey and then lo and behold in the back the cabinet where the flour lived, I scored. This was another of those quickie recipes in my repertoire and I figured I could pull it off without my cookbook. There's really nothing else in it except tons of butter, flour, milk, sugar, honey and a generous pile of pecans. When I heard a rattling truck pull up right at 5:30, I was just taking the coffee cake out of the oven and it smelled and looked great. I had a full pot on as well. I opened the door for Sr. Antonio Velasquez and introduced myself. Chuck was right. He was pretty old and he looked at me like at any moment I might run over his dog or steal his gun or cheat at cards. He was short, stringy tough-looking with a few days of beard on his brown face. He looked like you could pick him up and sling him over your shoulder. Same could be said for a rattler, but it'd be a bad idea, I thought. "I met Chuck last weekend and we've become friends," I told him in reply to that look on his face. He grunted. Didn't seem like a good sign. "Where is she? What's that smell?" he asked coming into the kitchen. "Oh, Chuck told me you'd be over so I made coffee cake. She's still in bed. Should we roust her out?" I replied. He grunted. "She's been working at that titty bar all night again. Leave her sleep. She's never out of bed when I come over and I have to pound on the door for ten minutes to get her attention. Then I have to make the coffee while she sits there staring into space. Hell, she can't even make beans" the old man says. "You don't look like much," he said, cutting himself a huge piece of coffee cake. He poured himself a cup of coffee and started eating. "She said you didn't know about the topless place", I replied. "I was to make sure not to mention it." "I know a lot of things she don't know I know", he said. "The night she was harassed by that young Mexican over there, I knew about it and I can guarantee you, he won't be doing that again. Showed up on his doorstep a few days later with my 45 and told him not to go back in there. Another thing she don't know. When I go, I'm giving her the best forty acres of what's left of the family land and my kids don't know nothin' about it. Don't you tell her now." "No," I said. "I won't." "Where you from?" he asked between bites with a sidelong look. "Oh, all over", I said. "I was born in Michigan raised in Texas, lived in Vermont, twenty-five years in Oregon doing various things and then to Southern Colorado, where I live now. How about you?" Sr. Velasquez grunted. "I was born about a half a mile from here and never been further than Texas and Mexico. That was in the old days when we traded horses and some cattle. I'll die here not too long from now. I got cancer. Don't tell Cherisse. She don't know." "Yes sir. More coffee?" He got up with a grimace of apparent pain and poured himself another cup, took another big chunk of coffee cake and grunted, "This is purty good. What you got there, a little bass?" he gestured with his cup at the cello. "It's a cello, kind of the same thing, a little higher pitch." "I used to play the guitaron in a mariachi band." He said. "Know any Spanish songs?" "Sure do," I said. I walked over to the cello and started in on an ensemble piece by Pablo Casals called La Sardena. I had rearranged it so that I could convey the emotion of the piece with a single cello. It wasn't anything like authentic, but it had a great Spanish flavor and feeling. I had the old man tapping his feet and staring wistfully into space while he chewed and sipped. "That's good. Do you know any Mariachi? How about Amor Prohibido?" "Yeah, actually it's one of my favorites" and I played that as well. Mariachi on the cello? Yeah, I know, but I had been moved by a deep interest in the passion of some of the Mariachi in the last five years of living in the area. I had adapted some of the slower ones to my instrument, mostly the sad ones. Mexico blues, I called them. "You're good, you know. We used to play that at weddings and funerals. It wasn't the right kind of thing to play, but everyone liked the way we played it and we didn't know a whole lot o' songs. People weren't choosy back then. Lots of places didn't have radios. I remember the girls used to come around after we played that and I woulda had to fight 'em off if I cared to. That's how I met my Maria. She was a woman, a real woman. She fell in love with me the first time she heard me play and she was dead set on having me. I was still having too much fun. It took her a year to convince me to marry her. We was married fifty-two years and I never regretted a day of it. She passed on nine years ago now and I've been on my own over at the rancho ever since. If it wasn't for Cherisse, I don't think I'da bothered to stay around." His eyes glistened and mine did as well. "So you and Maria, you lived on the land here and raised cattle and horses?" The old man snorted. "Hell we stole cattle and horses from those uppity Texans half the time. Then we'd go down into Mexico and sell 'em and steal some more while we was down there and bring 'em up to sell to the Texans to replace the ones we stole. They treated us like dirt and were living on our land. Almost got myself killed several times. Got the scars to prove it. Sometimes we'd go down into Mexico and round up some horses or cattle and drive 'em up to Santa Fe to sell. Then we'd save one out and kill it and have a big fiesta." "How long has your family been on this land?" I asked. "Oh, since the late sixteen hundreds. The land was part of a grant that my abuelos got for holding off the Indians and setting up a trading post here in Ocate. It was over a hundred thousand acres back then, but there's only a few thousand left now. The house and barns are cavin' in and I've just let 'em go since my Maria died. It don't matter now. The kids live in Albuquerque; some of 'em live in California. They don't care about it except for the money it'll bring when I finally die. Play me another song. Do you know Serenata Huasteca?" I played the piece for the old man. When it was finished, Chuck came stumbling out in her bathrobe. "That was beautiful. I'm sorry I missed it. Hi, Tony! What have you boys been doing?" "Well I'm sitting here talking to one lucky gringo, if he's getting to spend time with you." Tony replied. "He can cook and he sure can play that big violin. How are you, my darling?" "Oh, sleep walking, so far. How you doing, Tony?" she asked concerned as she grabbed a cup of coffee. "Ok, I guess. I haven't been able to come over lately. Wasn't doin' too good last week, but I feel better now. What are you doing picking up men and bringing 'em home, Cherisse? I thought you 'n me had a thing goin'" "We do, we do, Tony. You'll always be my first love, but you like Dan Ok?" "Yeah, well, I can't like him too much if he's takin' you away from me." Tony replied. "I'm not goin' anywhere as long as you're around, Antonio." She pronounced his name with a Spanish accent. "Usted es mi un amor verdadero. You are my one true love." "Well it won't be long for me anyway." He said. "I'm almost ninety and now he comes along just when I almost got you convinced to marry me. Hard for me to like a guy that steals my girl." Tony turned to me. "I'll tell you one thing, Cherisse ain't no gold-digger, I can tell you that. I don't have much money, but there's over three thousand acres left of the old land grant and I'd have given her all of it. Anything she wanted. Anything at all." "You're a sweet heart, mi amor. I'll always love you best." We visited for over an hour after Chuck got vertical and then Sr. Antonio Velasquez headed out in his pickup. I still wasn't sure whether or not he liked me and maybe he wasn't sure either. "He's a proud, old Mexican", I said after he drove off. "He isn't a Mexican, Dan, and he wouldn't like it if you called him that. He's Spanish. His people were from Spain. Mexico didn't exist as a country when his family came to Ocate. Oh, maybe there was some intermarriage with the Indians, but he is Spanish to the bone. Santa Fe is the oldest city in the US." "I didn't know that." "Yeah, there were Spanish explorers here in the fifteen hundreds." "Wow, I'd like to learn more about that. How are you feeling after your two hours of sleep?" "You're a sweet surprise to wake up to, Dan. Maybe we should grab that coffee cake and go back to bed." And we did go back to bed, went pretty much straight to sleep too and didn't stir until after three. Given our twisted schedule we had about 14 or so hours to do what we wanted and we were now well rested. We each jumped into the shower, as it was barely big enough for one guy with a hard on. We had a quiet afternoon. We had wandered down to an arroyo where we walked through the bosque, (the cottonwood stand surrounding the dry creek bed), holding hands, kissing occasionally and not talking a great deal. The clouds broke out around 4:30 and by five the thunder and lightning began. The rain began to pour down in huge drops only a few moments later and we took shelter under the overhanging branches of one of the big cottonwoods. Now this is normally about the dumbest thing you can do in the high desert of Northern New Mexico. First you have a decent chance of being hit by lightning since the only thing taller than a mule is one of those cottonwoods and then there's the danger of a flash flood in the arroyo. We talked about making a break for it but decided against it. Guess we were feeling lucky. I sure was. Something about the wind and the crashing thunder and rain in the leaves and highly charged air fired us both up and before we knew what we were doing we were tearing at one another's soaked clothes and rolling in the dirt and leaves like animals. It was good; funky, lusty, growly good. It gave me some ideas for future play in the bosque and that made me hard all over again. I also had another idea I wanted to talk to Chuck about. It was almost dark, the rain had stopped but the blowing wind cooled us off quickly. Our clothes were wet and muddy and there wasn't much point in putting them back on again, so we pulled our runners on over our bare feet, picked up or clothes and picked our way carefully between the cholla, prickly pear and yucca back to the house wearing nothing else. The sky had cleared and the first stars were beginning to appear by the time we made it to the house. I told her on the way back that I wouldn't be able to come next weekend and that I'd be gone all the following week. I had a trade show where I was doing some work, the Consumer Electronics Show in Vegas. The usual story. Clients had waited until the last possible minute and had piled work on me a couple of weeks before the show. I shouldn't even be away from the computer now I told her. I'd be working 'round the clock until the following Monday morning when I would get on a plane with whatever I had accomplished and deliver it to the clients at the show. Then I had to spend the week in meetings and conferences, give two talks myself and do some sales training for another exhibitor. This was the annual big show for Consumer Electronics and I had three clients in that space. It was also the biggest show in Vegas and one heck of a drag. "Here's the deal Chuck," I had said. "I'll be working my butt off while I'm there. I can't miss a single opportunity to connect with each of my clients and with any potential clients. This only happens once a year and it's a big deal. If you think you can stand it, I want you to come with me. I don't doubt that having a statuesque blonde follow me around would be an asset to my business, but that's not why I want you to go. I want you there so we can be together and have some playtime. You'd have to disappear when the heavy conversation started. Alternately, you could cruise the strip, shop or whatever. My usual schedule is getting up at around 6 AM, going to the show until 5 or so. My evenings involve dinner with clients and then drinks with other people after dinner. I am free Tuesday night and you are welcome to join me for the dinners. The guys may not pay much attention to what I'm saying and the women will probably be jealous of you, but we can work with it. It'll be busy: A whirlwind tour. We would be leaving Monday afternoon and returning Friday morning." "I can't just up and leave," she said a bit wistfully. "And I can't really spend the money on the plane fare." "The flight's cheap and it's on me. The cost of the room is already covered, 'cause you're staying with me. Come on Chuck. I can't guarantee it would be a blast, but at least we'll get to have some play time together." "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to go. You know I've hardly been anywhere. I was born in Rio Rancho about twenty minutes from here and I've been to Los Angeles exactly once. I was practically the only whitey in town in Rio. I don't know, maybe if I called Maria or Katie and see if they can take my shift at Trader Joes and Tony would probably come over and hang out with Marv and feed her. You know what? I'm gonna go! Thank you for asking me!" and with that she flung her arms around my neck smooshed my lips with hers and jigged her way around me while I stood there with a foolish grin on my face. Then I took her hand and we headed inside. To be continued. Wild Sunflowers "You're the hottest, sweetest girl I've every seen. I love your little landing strip and I'm going to make you cum over and over again until you tell me to stop." "Well OK, then," she said and she twirled around and headed for the bathroom allowing me to enjoy her athletic dancer butt. I couldn't help but follow. "Nope" she said, closing the door in my face. "I'll be right back." I threw myself across her bed and waited for what seemed like an eternity listening to the shower and then her knocking around the bathroom. The door finally opened and she stalked out on those long legs wrapped in a fluffy white bath towel that covered her breasts, but wasn't nearly long enough to cover where her legs ended. "Your turn," she said and I headed for the bathroom. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off where I can watch? Please, Dan. Stand right here in front of me and let me see you." I turned back around to face her. "Chuck," I said, "You're a beautiful woman and you deserve the very best that life has to offer." I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Life has not been kind to you and now it's your turn in more ways than you can imagine." I removed my shirt and started on my belt, pants button and zipper. "For the rest of today and tonight, I am going to give you whatever you want and need." With that I dropped my pants to the floor. I wasn't wearing anything else. Chuck laughed and clapped her hands once. She was as delighted as a kid at Christmas. I meant what I said and I knew she wouldn't be disappointed. I waited like she did for comment. She walked over to me, stopping at the point where she would have squished my throbbing toy. She pushed it down between her legs, then pulled on the bath towel, letting it fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around me. "I don't know who you are or what planet you came from, but thank you for choosing me to be with right now. I'm going to give you what you want. My pussy is dripping wet and swollen and I am so happy." She released me after a long sweet, but lascivious kiss and pushed me toward the shower. "I'll be waiting for you on the bed, Dan," she purred. Well that was motivating, very. I showered, shaved and was out of there in about seven minutes flat. I entered the bedroom completely naked and still very hard. Chuck was on the bed all right and she was fast asleep. This was a bit discouraging to certain parts of my anatomy, but overall I knew we were still both pretty zonked from last night and I wasn't in a hurry. I spent a good deal of time looking across her back and her wonderful ass to her legs. The package was just too much so I crawled on top of her and slowly lowered my weight on her, tucking my cock down between her cheeks. "Mmph" she said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I fell asleep. I promised you pussy, didn't I?" She turned her head to look at me, but couldn't quite get there. "Get off of me for a minute, ya' big brute." I raised my weight up on my knees and she slithered around so she was lying on her back. That was just too much for me. My cock throbbed and pulsated over her landing strip. She looked down at it. "Put it in" she said. "You'd like that wouldn't you, Chuck, you beautiful thing." "Mmhmm," she replied. "Yes I would very much." "Are you in a big hurry or can I just look at you for a minute or three?" I scanned her up and down enjoying the anticipation. "You're a lot to look at," I told her. "I have a lot of work to do." "OK, she said, "but fuck me first, Dan, pleeease," she whined. I raised a knee so she could open her legs. She spread them out and I began teasing her slit gently open with the head of my cock. I knew better than to plunge in. I reached into my bag of tricks and pulled out a condom and the bottles of oil. When Chuck saw the condom she said, "I haven't had sex in three years, Dan, my tubes are tied and I've been tested for STD's." "Then what's the deal about the three hundred dollars an hour?" I asked. "Well I do get asked, and I thought if I put a high enough price on it that it would shut them up, and it has. No one's ever taken me up on it and I wouldn't go with them if they did. I'm a romantic at heart and what I have isn't for sale." "Fair enough," I said. "I've been with one woman for the past ten years and just to make sure, I did the AIDS test twice recently and I'm fixed also." I dropped the condom back in the bag, rolled off to one side of her and opened the almond oil. I applied it liberally to my hand and then to her slit working a well-lubed path to her hole. "Kiss me," she said. I kissed her hard, then softer, finally barely touching her lips with mine as I let the folds of her labia slip between my fingers and found her clit. "In me," she yelled. "Stick it in me." So I did, little by little letting her have more and more of me until I was in right down to the root. That's when she started bucking and pumping. She grabbed me by the shoulders and leveraged my body against hers slamming her sweet little pussy up against me. I raised my self back to my knees. She wrapped her hands around my hips and wouldn't let me go. I wasn't used to making love with a woman with her dimensions. It was a new experience for me to find someone as vigorous and powerful as I was. After a few minutes of this, I guess she became frustrated and threw me to one side following me with her pussy and her body until she rolled on top. Then she started using me to meet her own needs pummeling me with that juicy body of hers. Her nipples had hardened and she there were beads of sweat between her breasts. Finally she looked deep in my eyes and said, "Bird man, I'm going to come all over you. Right nowwww!" And with that she was as good as her word. I thought she was going to take my dick right with her. She tightened her vagina and was wringing me out. I've learned to hold out as I've grown older and I managed to wait until she collapsed on top of me. Just when she'd lost it completely and was practically drooling on my chest in a stupor, I sped up bucking her ass up off the bed rhythmically and shot my load all the way deep inside her. It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had and I let out a loud roar. Then I relaxed completely enjoying the feel of being squished down into the bed by a real woman. I wasn't in any hurry to extricate my cock from her so I grabbed a pillow from above us and pulled it down to where she could rest her head on it. She traced my lips with her finger and kissed me and then laid her head on the pillow. I covered us with the comforter and ran my hands down to rest on her buns. I gave her several more deep thrusts for good measure and then we fell asleep with her on top of me. At some point she slid off. I put an arm under her neck and she used my shoulder as a pillow as we floated away. To be continued....