Page 10 of The Cowboy's Witchy Second Chance
The weekend of the big Corvid Valley Craft Fair arrives, and I am in a tizzy. My checklist is long, but Victor and Dale are helping me with the entire project. They are even working on Sunday to help me run the sales booth. I’m really lucky to have them.
Late on Saturday evening, I get a call from Victor, who tells me he is at the Corvid Valley Medical Center.
“Oh, no! Are you OK, Vic?”
“I broke my dang arm, Alona. I am so sorry. The doctor says she doesn’t want me working until she gives me the OK. I can’t help you tomorrow. I am so flipping sorry.”
My stomach drops into a pit of despair, but I say, “There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I will find an extra set of hands. You take care of you, OK Victor?”
We hang up and I stare at my cell phone. Ford is the first person I want to reach out to, so I dial his number.
“Hey, beautiful, what’s up? All set for your big day tomorrow?”
“Yes, minus the fact that Victor broke his arm. He’s at the hospital right now. I’m down a pair of hands.”
“No, you’re not. What time do you need me?”
My body fills with relief, but, more notably, also an intense feeling of love.
I am in love with Ford Ackerman. Again.
The craft fair goes off without a hitch. I am flooded with customers. Thank goodness Ford and Dale were there to help me. My spell-based soaps are the most popular, too. I think I have a profitable side hustle here.
Back home, Ford helps me bring everything into my soap studio, as I have started calling it. He accidentally spills some goat's milk on his shirt.
“Give that to me. I will wash it.”
“Thanks, babe. Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I don’t want to smell like rancid milk while we watch the movie.”
I laugh and say, “Neither do I. Go for it.”
I finish unpacking the truck and walk back into the house. I hear my shower on and feel a sudden urge.
Walking into my bedroom, I slip off my boots and socks, followed by my dusty jeans. I peel off the t-shirt I wore all day and stand in my room in a pair of flowered panties and a red cotton bra. Barefoot, I pad over to the ensuite bathroom’s partially open door and knock, allowing the door to swing open.
Ford pokes his head out from behind the teal colored shower curtain.
“Why hello there,” he says in his sexy, deep voice.
“I need to shower the day off, too. May I join you?” I ask.
Ford’s eyes fill with love and excitement. Staring at me, he pulls the shower curtain open so that I can step in. His dripping wet muscular body is yummy looking and my pussy cries out to be touched. I toss off my bra and panties into the corner and join him under the steaming hot waterfall.
Ford squirts my body wash on a washcloth.
“May I?” he asks, giving me a look that makes my lower belly tighten.
“Yes, please.”
He slowly soaps up my body, taking his time over each curve, and making sure that my large, heavy breasts are really clean. I can’t wait any longer and guide his hand down to my pussy, where he rubs it vigorously with the washcloth. The mild coarseness of the cloth feels amazing against my throbbing clit and I moan loudly at his touch.
Ford takes the shower spray and angles it so the soap suds run off of me. He then kneels down in the tub, bringing my pussy to his warm, eager mouth. He must have taken a seminar, because I don’t remember him going down on me like this back in high school. His fingers pump inside of me as he flicks his tongue on my swollen clit. I grip his wet, white hair in my fist as I come loudly, my pleasure echoing in the bathroom.
Ford stands up and I grab him, covering him in kisses, and say, “I want you in me.”
Laughing, we leave the shower running while we slip out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and flop onto my bed. My bedspread is getting soaked, but I don’t care. I pull his slippery body on top of me and feel his thick cock push past my puffy lips.
“God damn, I forgot how good you feel,” he hisses into my ear as he thrusts into me.
