Page 54 of Blue Collar Babes

“You’re gorgeous,” I counter.

“It’s not a contest,” she says with a giggle.

“I know, but damn.” I bite my bottom lip and as she turns to walk to my room, I can’t help but smack her ass.

“Oh!” She gasps as I do. A perfect sound that I can’t wait to hear more of.

“Can I try something with you?” I ask when we make it to the bedroom. Carrie’s already laying on the bed with hooded eyes and a come hither look.

“Try what?” she asks curiously.

“I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you,” I say. I walk over to my dresser and pull out a rope used for this purpose.

“I’ve never been tied up before… but I think I’d like it,” she whispers.

“We can stop at any time,” I reassure her.

“I-I trust you,” she says quietly.

“Okay.” I head to the bed and begin tying her wrists up. First together, above her head and then to the bedpost. I make sure it’s tight enough where she can’t break free, but not too tight where it should be hurting.

“You feel okay?” I ask, checking in.

“Perfect.” She smiles. Then I lean down and begin kissing her. My body straddling hers as I grind my hips on her waist and slide off her panties. Down her legs and off the bed, they go flying.

“I want to savor my time with you,” I whisper. It’s more intimate than I anticipated, but I am starting to like her. I want to take my time with making her come for me, just in case this is one of the last times I’ll get to see it.

Slipping my body between her thighs, I take my time kissing her inner thighs. Sucking lightly on her hips and kissing her pubic bone until I can feel her wiggling under me. She is desperate for me to touch her, and fuck if I’m not too. So I slide my tongue between her thighs and taste her for the first time all day. Tasting her is like finding a new favorite food. I only want to taste her and her alone from now on. She is sweet and in this moment, she is all mine. She starts bucking her hips to my face, and I look up at her from her core.

“Oh god, you look so good between my legs.” She moans. Her breath is heavy and I lick long and slow, trying to sop up every last drip of her.

I move my hands to her chest, taking her nipples between my fingers and pulling. Just enough to feel her getting wetter from my touch. She starts to wiggle against the ropes, and I almost think she’s going to ask me to untie her, but she stays strong. So much so that I slide my hand, cupping it around her sex and press hard. Carrie screams at my touch, and I smile. There is nothing more satisfying that pleasuring a woman like this.

Going back between her thighs, I wish I had toys or a strap on I could use on her but I am so eternally single that this cabin isn’t meant for a fling. I almost wish she could stay longer and we could try more things together. But just as easily I push those thoughts aside. I don’t want to get attached to Carrie any more than I already am. I had learned the hard way that women will always let you down, and Carrie is a city girl at heart. It isn’t like she is suddenly going to uproot her life and live her for me. There is no point in even entertaining the idea. So I finish fucking Carrie, making her cum twice before I untie her, once with my tongue and once with my hands. Before we both fall asleep laying in each other’s arms, trying to convince myself that this is only a fling.

NINE

CARRIE

I wake up on the last day of my trip to the smell of bacon and something sweet.Waffles? Pancakes?I can’t quite tell. I am alone in bed, unless you count Axel, who climbed into bed with us at some point during the night. She was curled up at our feet snoring away. It is kind of cute honestly. But I climb out of bed, searching for something to wear, and settle on one of Chris’s oversized flannels. I button it up most of the way and slide on a pair of fresh panties. That is all I really need to wear anyway, right? It isn’t like Chris is going to complain.

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Chris is in the kitchen, spinning between the coffee maker and the stove. Which is cooking bacon andpancakes. Mmm.

“Nope, the smell did. I’m starving.” I groan and take a seat at the counter near her.

“Good morning.” She surprises me with a quick kiss on my lips and then she’s back to cooking.

“Good morning.” I smile back. She hands me a plate and then slides some food on it. Chris hands me a hot mug full of steaming coffee and I groan. I could get used to this. Fuck, this is my goodbye breakfast. It isn’t like she is going to ask me to stay or anything.

“Are you up to anything today?” I ask Chris.

“I don’t have any work to do, so I’m all yours.” She smiles while she readies her own food.

“I have to get some writing done, but maybe you can sit with me while I do?” I suggest.

“I’d love to.” She nods.

So after breakfast, which is delicious, I settle on the couch and attempt to dig in to my manuscript again. But as I sit there with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen sitting across from me, I can’t help but open up the story I started about her. I’m already halfway through it, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to add more to it. I lay my feet across Chris’s lap while she’s scrolling on her phone. I wonder what she’s doing with no wifi and limited service, but I don’t ask.

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