Page 6 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
I'd love to do the same with her.
And just like that, an image flashes in my mind.
Even while staring into her eyes, I hadn’t missed her curvy body under her baggy clothes.
For a second, I had let my gaze dip to where her breasts swelled over her shirt.
And her jeans stretched tightly across her ass as she walked away from me.
Fuck, I must be a giant pervert because I can’t get her out of my mind. It's no comfort that I'm not usually like this. Typically, I'm not the type of guy that’s led around by his dick and allows himself to get horny all the damn time.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with a woman since my ex left me, almost two years ago.
Or maybe there’s just something about her that’s completely captivated me, something beyond her beauty and her body.
Maybe it's the hint of vulnerability in her eyes.
I want to lay her down on the softest mattress I can find,and cover her precious, feminine curves in sheets of finest satin. Then I want to give her a massage that loosens all that muscular tension from her body. If she'd let me, I'll kiss down her neck and across her shoulders as I do so. I'll pay special attention to those breasts, slowly licking and nibbling her nipples until they're tight and swollen, pointing to the sky. And then when she can't take that anymore, I'll continue downwards, dipping my tongue into her belly button while scenting her, making sure she's ready.
Then I can slowly lap at her center as she moans and unravels even more of the tension, letting it melt away into oblivion. She’ll mewl and move underneath me, and I'll hold her stomach down and eat her out, using my entire face to do it, so I can get lost in her taste and her scent.
The image becomes even more vivid the more I let myself fantasize. I have a hand around each breast, plucking at her nipples with my thumbs and fingers. Her pussy glistens for me and trembles for more of my tongue. I give it to her, pushing down on her clit, enjoying the feel of it throbbing on my tongue.
Jesus!
Suddenly, I come to an alarming realization that my truck has shifted to the left and I’m about to veer off the road into a culvert.
With just fractions of a second to spare I manage to jerk the damned thing back onto the road, and I sit blinking at the windscreen in disbelief. My heart is pounding in my chest and I let out a long breath, realizing as I do just how long I must have been holding it for.
I can't believe I just did that! Nearly drove myself off the road, because I was daydreaming about licking a stranger's pussy until she came all over my face.
God and my cock is still hard too, despite the danger…or maybe because of it?
Wes would have a field day if he could see me right now.
I take a few more deep breaths then let out the clutch and get back on my way. Thankfully, it’s only a few minutes later before the turning to the Norris estate comes into view. Surrounded by acres of mature woodlands, our winding private road leads eventually to a two-story wooden lodge, the original part of which was built sometime in the late eighteen hundreds by our great grandparents and lived in and slowly added to by generations of our family ever since then.
The unknown woman parks behind a junk Toyota that’s been there since forever, and I park a little down the way from her.
As I apply the parking brake and turn off the ignition, I watch her tear out of her vehicle and storm towards my window.
Her face is tense, her eyes are wild, and perversely, my stomach tightens with excitement.
She looks like she's coming over to have a fight.
CHAPTER 3
Patty
The old silver and blue truck has been following me for some time now.
I saw it back in the gas station, parked behind my car, so it probably belongs to the drop-dead gorgeous giant that glared me down in the doorway. Perhaps it's just a coincidence that he's moving in the same direction as me, but my paranoia refuses to believe in coincidences anymore.
We've passed three exits and he hasn't taken a single one of them.
The alarm bells are now clanging in full force, and my gut churns with an ugly feeling.
I take the fourth exit, as directed by the gas station assistant, and our new friend follows suit. I glance away from my rearview mirror again as we begin to rise in altitude and we're soon surrounded by a forest, lush with trees as far as the eyes can see and obviously planted, not naturally occurring. Again, as directed by the gas station assistant we take the second right turn onto a private road with a hand painted sign marked “Norris” together with an arrow pointing up the hill.The road is single lane and barely more than a track, and again the truck follows us into the forest. The track is narrower and more enclosed than the highway and the trees are no longer a thing to be admired from a distance, blocking out the sun and providing us with some pleasant shade to drive within, plus a wide range of attractive greens and browns of the various leaves and branches to admire as we drive by.
