but stopped as if pole-axed. An angel in dungarees
stepped from the back porch and headed toward the mechanic. His
cock tried to fuck his belly button. He felt like running to tackle
her onto the ground, his need so great. Gasping, he stepped behind
the nearest large oak and clutched himself. I can’t go to her in
this condition. Unzipping, he leaned back against the rough trunk
and took his erection in hand.
Only a few strokes, and his manhood jerked
and pulsated. Straining to control the gut-deep groan coming up his
throat, he pumped with one hand, clutched his balls with the other,
and watched his seed spurt to the earth. After regaining his breath
and rearranging his clothes, he circled the tree and made for her.
He tried to placate his embarrassment over his lack of control by
remembering he hadn’t seen a woman in years except a flash of one
beside the road while riding in semi-trucks.
He slowly approached her, keeping his eyes
focused on the ground. Already, his cock twitched and his face
burned.
“Yes, may I help you?”
Her voice rang through his body like a wind
chime, and he met her eyes, gasping. The eyes of a tiger. Jerking
off his billed cap, he covered his instant erection. His testicles
curled into tight balls, and his shoulders slumped forward.
Lips tight against his teeth, he said, “Mr.
Stanton, down at the store, said you might need some help, and I’m
volunteering. Ma’am.” God, don’t let me embarrass myself.
“Are you alright?” She flipped a long, ebony
braid over her shoulder.
He could only nod while his eyes followed her
hand as she bit into an apple. More than anything in the world, he
wanted to lick the apple juice from her bottom lip. Wouldn’t mind
having the apple. His body began trembling as he watched the apple
go back to her mouth.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Her expression
held caution, but those wonderful eyes filled with compassion. Not
waiting for an answer, she said, “Come. Sit on the porch and I’ll
bring you something to eat. Want a beer or iced tea?”
All he could do was nod again, follow her
across the yard, and up on the porch. Thank God, the old man’s
presence would keep him straight. His imagination went wild
thinking about throwing this woman to the ground and fucking her
brains out. In his mind’s eye, a black-robed man pointed a long
finger at him, and saying, “Ten to fifteen.” He ground his teeth
together. I’m not fit to be around a woman. As she went inside, he
dropped into an old-fashioned porch rocker.
He lifted his arm and sniffed. Damn, she’d
probably faint if she caught a whiff. Checking to make sure the
mechanic remained, he noticed a water hose coiled on the side of
the barn. He ran to it, turned on the spigot and let the hose spray
over his body. His head back, he let the water run through his hair
and down his face.
“What in Sam Hill you doin,’ boy?” The old
guy stared at him.
Gordon turned to answer and groaned. The
angel stood on the porch watching him, her jaw dropped.
“Cleaning myself.” He couldn’t bring his eyes
away from the woman and began to have another problem. It seemed
simply looking at her made his cock stand at attention. She went
back into the house. He turned away from the man’s eyes, slipped
his hand under the waist of his pants. Several quick strokes and he
ejaculated so hard his legs buckled. Damn, boy, settle down. Two’s
enough for today. His balls still felt as if they had a bucket load
ready to blow.
Putting the hose down the front of his
trousers, he turned, almost bumping into the lovely woman. Her eyes
widened and she laughed. Handing him a bar of soap, she spun around
and ran to the house. Face burning, he lathered head to toes over
clothes and shoes, rinsed and then turned off the water.
Walking toward the house, shivering, a voice
behind him said, “Now, there’s a crazy SOB.”
Goldie removed a meat loaf from the oven
wondering why the hell she continued to cook as if
stepped from the back porch and headed toward the mechanic. His
cock tried to fuck his belly button. He felt like running to tackle
her onto the ground, his need so great. Gasping, he stepped behind
the nearest large oak and clutched himself. I can’t go to her in
this condition. Unzipping, he leaned back against the rough trunk
and took his erection in hand.
Only a few strokes, and his manhood jerked
and pulsated. Straining to control the gut-deep groan coming up his
throat, he pumped with one hand, clutched his balls with the other,
and watched his seed spurt to the earth. After regaining his breath
and rearranging his clothes, he circled the tree and made for her.
He tried to placate his embarrassment over his lack of control by
remembering he hadn’t seen a woman in years except a flash of one
beside the road while riding in semi-trucks.
He slowly approached her, keeping his eyes
focused on the ground. Already, his cock twitched and his face
burned.
“Yes, may I help you?”
Her voice rang through his body like a wind
chime, and he met her eyes, gasping. The eyes of a tiger. Jerking
off his billed cap, he covered his instant erection. His testicles
curled into tight balls, and his shoulders slumped forward.
Lips tight against his teeth, he said, “Mr.
Stanton, down at the store, said you might need some help, and I’m
volunteering. Ma’am.” God, don’t let me embarrass myself.
“Are you alright?” She flipped a long, ebony
braid over her shoulder.
He could only nod while his eyes followed her
hand as she bit into an apple. More than anything in the world, he
wanted to lick the apple juice from her bottom lip. Wouldn’t mind
having the apple. His body began trembling as he watched the apple
go back to her mouth.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Her expression
held caution, but those wonderful eyes filled with compassion. Not
waiting for an answer, she said, “Come. Sit on the porch and I’ll
bring you something to eat. Want a beer or iced tea?”
All he could do was nod again, follow her
across the yard, and up on the porch. Thank God, the old man’s
presence would keep him straight. His imagination went wild
thinking about throwing this woman to the ground and fucking her
brains out. In his mind’s eye, a black-robed man pointed a long
finger at him, and saying, “Ten to fifteen.” He ground his teeth
together. I’m not fit to be around a woman. As she went inside, he
dropped into an old-fashioned porch rocker.
He lifted his arm and sniffed. Damn, she’d
probably faint if she caught a whiff. Checking to make sure the
mechanic remained, he noticed a water hose coiled on the side of
the barn. He ran to it, turned on the spigot and let the hose spray
over his body. His head back, he let the water run through his hair
and down his face.
“What in Sam Hill you doin,’ boy?” The old
guy stared at him.
Gordon turned to answer and groaned. The
angel stood on the porch watching him, her jaw dropped.
“Cleaning myself.” He couldn’t bring his eyes
away from the woman and began to have another problem. It seemed
simply looking at her made his cock stand at attention. She went
back into the house. He turned away from the man’s eyes, slipped
his hand under the waist of his pants. Several quick strokes and he
ejaculated so hard his legs buckled. Damn, boy, settle down. Two’s
enough for today. His balls still felt as if they had a bucket load
ready to blow.
Putting the hose down the front of his
trousers, he turned, almost bumping into the lovely woman. Her eyes
widened and she laughed. Handing him a bar of soap, she spun around
and ran to the house. Face burning, he lathered head to toes over
clothes and shoes, rinsed and then turned off the water.
Walking toward the house, shivering, a voice
behind him said, “Now, there’s a crazy SOB.”
Goldie removed a meat loaf from the oven
wondering why the hell she continued to cook as if
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