Just to be Left Alone (21 page)

My
mouth was open, but nothing came out. I was brain dead.

“Now
what could’ve gone on in that pretty little mind to get you so flustered?”

He
looked deep into my eyes. I just sat there with my mouth open.

“Here,
let me help you with that”

 
He reached over to shut my mouth, lightly
caressed it while doing so. I just closed my eyes and went back to what I was
thinking. I felt his body hanging over mine and held my face up for the searing
kiss he bestowed upon me. Moaning into his mouth, I reached for him. Grasping
his shirt, I pulled him over as I fell backward. He was awkwardly lying across
the sofa, but didn’t seem to care. His lips stayed on mine.

It
went on forever. The kiss seemed endless and I wondered if I could ever get
tired of this. I felt him shift as he circled me into his arms and placed his
knee between both of mine. I knew if he had seen the images in my head, we
would already be naked.

I
unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his shoulders. Liking that I had his arms
pinned to me, I went into attack mode. I reached up and bit him on the neck before
running my tongue over the bite marks. He gritted his teeth. I placed little
love bites all the way across his shoulder. He groaned against my neck as I
followed the path down his sinewy arm before stopping at the inside of his
elbow. There I ran my tongue in a circular path as he gasped against my throat.

I
needed no more encouragement as I did the same to the other arm. The response I
got was his teeth biting into my collarbone as he retaliated. I let him push my
back into the cushions as I bent my neck for him to have more access. It was so
animalistic that I couldn’t help the sounds escaping from my throat.
 

His
nose nuzzled in the valley between my breasts and his hands slid down to my
waistline. I ran my tongue over the path I had created with my love bites and
ended up at his neck again. His hands spanned my stomach with his fingers curved
over my hip bones.

He
gasped again as I traced a wet path just below his ear lobe and then I decided
to see how sensitive his ear was. I bit on the tender lobe, his fingers shot up
to cup the sides of my breasts. Even with my bra on, I was turned on enough to
feel the heat of his hands through the fabric and wires. As usual, I wanted to
be naked and grinding under him. I wasn’t shocked at that thought anymore. We
would inevitably be joined sexually. I knew it was only a matter of time.

He
moaned and kneaded my chest until I felt the coil of heat run up my core. I
knew I had to stop this soon or give in heart, body and soul. I pulled my mouth
away and put my wet lips into the hollow of his throat.

We
were both breathing long pulls of air. Neither of us moved. I wondered if I had
gone too far. I bit my lip and waited for any sign of his feelings. He shifted
his weight to lie mostly on my side, up against the back of the sofa. I
snuggled closer and breathed in his heady male scent.

We
lay like that for a while, eventually he rolled off of me and offered his hand
to me. I took it and he pulled me up into a big hug. I smiled and wondered what
he was thinking.

Then,
I heard a whisper in my ear, “I think my coals are hot now.”

He
chuckled as he spun away from me and into the kitchen to grab up his grill
items before heading out to the grill. Sure enough, the grill was smoking away.
I laughed.

“I
guess we’re having smoked chicken instead of grilled, right?”

“Whatever
it is, I can tell you it’s not as hot as we are. This just happens to be more
edible.”

I
saw two lawn chairs in the shed so I popped them out at a safe distance from
the smoke. I got our teas and I helped him with the seasonings before I relaxed
in the chair with my tea.

The
sun was fading in the distance. The colors were clear and beautiful. I watched
Conrad turn the meat and passed him his tea every few minutes, but I just sat
there feeling serene. This was the kind of thing that I needed. Times were
stressful and things were made more difficult than they needed to be. I wanted
my life to be more peaceful, when I could get these things settled down.

Work
was a singular situation that brought up more stress, even though I loved my
job. Jason was a completely different planet than my days at the dismantled job
site. I made a promise to myself right then and there that I would strive for
this kind of day to be a habit. I knew I could make it happen.

“Hey,
chicken’s done. Wanna grab the glasses and head inside for the salad?”

I
nodded and grabbed everything before going in ahead of him. I had the salad out
and the rolls turned on in the warmer while I got some salad dressings out. He
yanked the rolls out as I got down the plates and we sat together at the bar
after refilling our drinks. We ate in silence, but I definitely let out a small
moan as I bit into the steaming chicken breast.

“You
like my meat? I seasoned my breast just right and knew they would melt in our
mouth,” he said as he handed a napkin to me.

I
needed the napkin, because at that point, I was choking on his meat. He laughed
and then smacked me on the back to keep me from choking further. I had tears
running down my face and was a gasping mess. I felt great.

“Yes,
your meat was so good that I choked as my mouth revolted to having to swallow
it. It wanted to stay in there all night.”

I
grabbed my tea to dislodge that feeling in my throat and grabbed his napkin to
wipe my face. It took a few minutes for us to stop laughing and get back to
dinner and another minute for me to start hiccupping.

I
managed to get the rest of my food down and only once had him offer me peanut
butter to take away my hiccups. Afterward, we went outside to watch the last of
the sunset. He gave me a hungry kiss before tucking me in the vehicle for my
ride back home. I rode home with a smile, even with the lingering hiccups.

* * * *

I
lathered on my lotion and grabbed my stuff as I headed outside the next day. I
figured two hours out in the sun would be good before I showered off for my
lunch date with Conrad.

I
felt languid when I went for my shower. I dressed in a denim mini skirt with a
bright yellow sleeveless blouse. I was grabbing my sandals as I heard my phone
ring at twelve-thirty.

“I’m
fifteen minutes away, will you be ready?” Conrad asked.

“Yep,
I only need five and just got hungry. Where are we going?” I knew he had
errands to run while we were out.

“I
have a load to drop off and then scrap metal to pick up for the sculpture.
We’ll work in a steak dinner somewhere in there.”

“Sounds
good to me. I’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes. Bye.”

I
hung up and headed to the bathroom for some mousse and a few quick swipes of
makeup before I grabbed my hobo bag and headed downstairs. I was only standing
there for three minutes before he pulled up in his truck.

He
admired the expanse of my legs as I hopped up into the seat. His hand
immediately went to my thigh as he pulled me to him for a hard kiss.

“You
look mighty tasty in that outfit, my dear,” Conrad said as he casually looked
down at the skirt that had ridden up when I had gotten in the truck.

I
didn’t even pull it back into place since I enjoyed him admiring my legs. Who
cares if it was only three inches away from showing my underpants, no one else
could see it. I snickered as I imagined myself wearing this another day, except
purposely forgetting the underpants.

I
told him just as much. The truck swerved.

“Wow,
I didn’t think I’d get that kind of response.”

“Young
lady, that was dangerous. Try to keep those thoughts to yourself when I’m
driving.”

I
reached over to pat his right knee and he smiled at me.

When
we got to the restaurant it was later than the normal lunch time. We got seated
at a booth in a sunny corner and heard slow country music playing over the
speakers. We quickly ordered and sent the waitress on her way. We talked about
ourselves as we listened to the soothing music.

Our
food showed up, but we kept up the conversation. We even tried each other’s
food. I had gotten the blue cheese filet and he had ordered the Hawaiian
ribeye.

“Dreams.
What dreams do you have?” I asked.

“Lately,
wet ones.”

I
choked on my potato.

“Okay,
breathe.”

He
patted me on the back as I chugged down enough water to get my lungs clear.

“Wow,
seriously?” I asked between gasps of air.

“Yes,
seriously.”

“I
will rephrase the question. What dreams do you have for the future?”

“Sex
with you, owning my own fabrication business and a long motorcycle trip one
spring.”

“That
sounds like fun. Where would you go?”

“I
love the mountains and would also like to drive down the coast checking out
places that I’ve never been to.”

“I
like it. I have always wanted to travel, but it doesn’t work with my career.”

“Where
would you go?”

“I
have always wanted to go to Greece, Spain and Ireland.”

“I
would go to Hawaii and Africa,” he said as he finished off his steak.

I
gave him the last bite of mine as I patted my full belly. We turned down any
desserts and sat back for a little while.

“Let’s
get a little deeper with the conversation. Sex. I’m being presumptuous about us
having sex one day. What are your turn ons and turn offs?”

 
“You know my neck is sensitive. I like just
about everything you do.”

“Yes,
the neck is nice. I also like how you clench up your stomach when I go anywhere
near it. I like my ear sucked,” he stated.

“I
don’t like my feet to be messed with.”

“Some
people love to have their toes sucked on.”

“Not
me.” I shuddered.

“Any
fantasies?”

“Um,
well, maybe a few.”

“Come
on, don’t be embarrassed. How can I fulfill them if I don’t know about them?”

He
nudged my shoulder and turned his eyes away which made it easier for me to
answer.

“I
would love to go camping and have wild sex out in the open, under the stars.”

“Okay,
go on.”

“I
don’t have a lot of experience, although there are some wild ideas I have had.”

“Such
as?”

“I
would love to be sitting in a dark booth while someone gives me an orgasm.”

I
grabbed my drink to hide my face.

“That
can be arranged,” he whispered into my ear.

I
hastily looked around at us being in full view of the lobby and my heart
skipped a beat. I heard him chuckle.

“Not
right now. Calm down.”

I
drank my cold water. I was quiet as Conrad paid the waitress and we headed back
to the truck.

I
turned up his radio when I got in there and tried to get over my embarrassment.
He kissed me on the cheek and headed toward the steel warehouse.

We
made small talk about our families until we got to the warehouse and then he
was all business. He handled his business and then we headed back toward his
cabin. There were no more questions about sex.

It
was dark as we got to his place so I turned on the lights to the shed as he
started unloading his materials. The largest copper piece would go with him for
the sculpture. That piece was wrapped and tied down in the bed before we went
inside for a few hours.

“Are
you having lunch with your parents tomorrow?” He asked me.

“Yes,
at their place.”

“Does
that mean that you need to go home soon?”

“No,
I don’t have to be there until after eleven so I’m good for a few hours. What
do you have in mind?”

“We
can watch a movie or play games, like strip poker or strip monopoly.”

“I’m
not wearing enough cloths for strip anything.”

“That
depends on the stakes of the game,” he said as he wagged his eyebrows at me.

I
went to the chest that held board games and yanked one out.

“You
want to play a block stacking game?”

“Yep,
let’s see who has the best concentration.”

“You’re
on.”

By
the time we set it up for the second time, we started getting a little more
inventive. I tried to distract him by blowing in his ear or flashing a little
cleavage. He kept up his concentration, so I started to get more aggressive. He
decided that turn about was fair play. He started by staring at me while I
tried to take a piece out and then started coughing. I was just as determined.
I ignored him.

It
got worse when he leaned over to blow hot air on my neck, which gave me
shivers. He was happy that worked in his favor so he kissed my ear on my next
turn. I got back at him by putting wet lips on his ear lobe. He almost dropped
his piece.

Half
of the pieces were still there as we waged our own battle. I saw that his next
move was chancy, so I started unbuttoning the top two buttons on my blouse. It
showed quite a bit of cleavage and the top of my buttercup lace push up bra. He
stopped his move and dove for my chest. I laughed as he pushed his nose against
the front clasp in between the lacy cups.

He
got back up and went back to his chosen piece. He successfully maneuvered it
out. I was determined to do better. His fingers walked their way up my bent
leg, just below the hem of my skirt. I almost dropped my piece as his finger
probed to my lace panties. In return, I waited until he was removing his piece
to slip my finger under the front clasp of my bra until he heard the click of
it opening. He held his piece, mid-move, as I slowly slid the straps out of the
shoulder openings in my shirt and tossed it in his lap. There he stared, at
soft yellow lace that was warm from my skin.