An adult stories – One Last Gangbang Pt. 05 by R410a,R410a I would have gone to one of the big box stores for a lawnmower. Not Les. We drove to a shop just outside the city limits. The sign on the building said, “Justin’s Equipment”, with a big Toro emblem on the end.
As we walked in I heard, “Hey Les, long time no see. Where ya been hidin’? Who’s the pretty gal with you?”
The man looked to be in his mid to late 50’s with greying hair and a bit of a beer belly.
Les waved, “Hey Justin. The new job keeps me hopping and I haven’t needed any equipment since the last I bought from you. Allow me to introduce you to my number one girl, Karen.”
Justin reached forward a big, calloused grease-stained hand and gently embraced mine with a handshake.
“Nice to meet you Karen. You must be sumthin special to rope this stallion in. He was a wild one.”
Looking at Les he asked, “What can I do for ya?”
“We need a zero turn for her yard. Maybe something in the 46 to 48 inch range. Oh, and a weed trimmer.”
A smile came over Justins face, “You came at the right time Les. Toro’s got several spring deals goin on right now. How soon you need these things?”
Les laughed, “Yesterday.”
Justin gave him a stern look, “You always was an impatient cuss. I can git it to ya Monday afternoon. Maybe somewhere around five. I wanna go through everything and make sure it’s up to snuff afore I deliver it.”
I decided to sweeten the pot, “After you deliver can you stay for supper Justin?” I asked.
He grinned, “I was hopin you’d ask. Since my Hazel’s been gone I don’t eat so good anymore. Tell you what. There won’t be no delivery charge since yer bein so kind.”
Les chuckled, “There wasn’t going to be a delivery charge anyway you smart ass.”
Justin shot back, “She don’t know that. You need to be quiet boy. Come on, lemme show you what I think’ll work best,”
I settled on the equipment Les and Justin suggested. I was ready to pay for everything when Les took me aside.
“That’s a good chunk of change Karen. Do you need some help with that?”
I blinked a few times in surprise. No one, and I mean no one, had ever offered to pay for anything of significance before without expecting something in return.
“No, I’m good hon. I have it covered. It won’t be a problem.”
I think that response surprised him. On the way home I asked why we went to Justin’s instead of one of the big box stores.
“It’s simple. They charge the same as Justin but offer no service after the sale. Toro is a reliable brand and Justin will service it as long as you own it.”
I needed to ask, “What did he mean by his Hazel being gone?”
“His wife died somewhere around two or three years ago. He’s been by himself since. Says he doesn’t want another woman. He doesn’t think he could ever love another like he did Hazel. She was a schoolteacher and I have to admit, she was a gem.”
Then he asked, “Where are we going to lunch?”
For me that was a no brainer. “Culvers, of course. I want a sundae after we eat.”
Sitting at the table sharing a turtle sundae I asked.
“So I’m your number one girl huh? Who might be number two?”
He smiled, “My Mom.”
Patting his thigh I crooned, “Good Answer. I can live with that. Did you mean what you said? I mean from the heart?”
He turned sideways and looked at me, “Karen, I’m as serious as cancer. I want you in my life every day from now until eternity. I’m hoping you feel the same.”
I sighed, “I do Les. With all my heart, I do.”
As we walked from the garage into the house he said something about pulling weeds in the flower beds. I grabbed him by the ear marching him down the hall as I started unbuttoning my blouse. I let him know exactly what I had in mind.
“There’s only one bed you’re going to be doing anything in at this moment Cowboy. Don’t worry about foreplay, I’m already a hot mess. I need you lover, right now.”
Clothes were flying everywhere as we stripped one another. He was planning to go muff diving until I pulled him on top of me. I grabbed his cock and had it inside me before he could protest. He was giving it to me in fine fashion when I stopped him. He had a goofy look on his face until I said.
“From behind.”
What we did next was new to me. Without taking his cock from me completely he rotated me so that I ended up on my knees with my ass in the air. I felt his hands grasp my hips as he drove forward. Though we were flat out fucking this was new, it was filled with love and emotion. I wasn’t feeling used in any sense. I was giving myself to the man I had grown to love. This was the Karen I had once dreamed of but wasn’t sure I would find.
I was well on my way to a mind-blowing climax when I felt him tighten the grip on my hips. He let out a yell and slammed into my ass so hard I would have fallen forward if he didn’t have a hold of me. That took me into orgasmic convulsions, my body was quivering and shaking, I felt so weak I wanted to flop onto my stomach. It was he who held my ass in place, with a last loud grunt he let go and I fell forward. He gently slapped my ass as he lay next to me.
“Damn that was good. You are one hot little fuck.”
I patted his hairy chest, “You aren’t so bad yourself studly. I think we’ve both benefitted from our past.”
His hand was on my breast gently playing, “Yup. But like you said, the past is in the past. I want to build on our future.”
I kissed him, “Sounds good to me. Shall we nap or work in the yard?”
He thought for a moment, “Let’s do the yard. Then we can wash away the sweat and grime together in that fancy new shower you built, have supper and go to bed early.”
I scooted as close as our bodies would allow and spoke in a sexy voice, “Only if you promise to plant more seeds inside me when we go to bed.”
He grinned and answered, “Deal.”
As we were pulling weeds in the flower bed closest to the road I became aware that Les had stood. When I looked up I noticed the creepy guy from across the street approaching. I’d seen him a few times over the winter. He always gave the willies. He tried talking to me one day while bringing in the trash bins. His words were suggestive and inappropriate for someone you’d just met. Like I said, he gave me the willies. When the creep was about five feet away I watched Les set his shoulders and begin to ball his fist.
Les was the first to speak, “Roger. What brings you over here?”
I couldn’t believe what I heard from the neighbor’s mouth.
“I see you guys are an item huh? Well I was gonna start dating her, but I see you beat me to it.”
I was on my feet like a bolt of lightning, geared up and ready to tear this jerk a new asshole. Les looked at me, took my hand and with his eyes silently told me to be quiet. This was new to me, but somehow, I knew that it was okay. He was my security, my knight in shining armor, the protector of my dignity and honor. With the sweeping motion of his arm he gently moved me slightly behind and to his side, then turned to the guy.
“Listen Roger. Let’s settle this here and now. You don’t talk to Karen, you don’t say hello and you damned sure better never cross the street headed to her yard again. If you do it will turn out worse than the last time you messed with my lady. Now get your ass back where it belongs perv.”
Holy shit. What the hell was that all about, I wondered. As the creep hurried back to his yard Les turned, took my hand and said softly.
“I think that’s enough weeding for one day. I’ll make omelets if you’re okay with that?”
Tucking my arm through his I answered, “Anything’s okay with me if I don’t have to cook. What the hell was that about anyway?”
“I’ll tell you over supper. Let’s wash up first.”
We brushed the dirt off before going in the house and proceeded from there. Following a fun shower with lots of playing and teasing Les made supper. As we finished eating, I asked.
“Okay. What was with the guy and you telling him to stay away from my yard. By the way, there’s no way in hell I would let that guy anywhere near me. Much less a date? So what gives?”
“Do you remember me telling you about the Asian girl I dated for a while?” I nodded. “At the time her daughter was seven. Roger was one of those guys who liked to sit in the park watching little girls play on the jungle gym. You know what I’m talking about. Long story short, the mom spoke to a policeman who began to watch good old Rog. After he approached a younger girl in an inappropriate manner, I think she was 10, the cops ended up getting a search warrant for his home and electronic equipment. There was no kiddie porn, but lots of underage stuff on his laptop. That was enough to send him to prison for three years. He’s been out less than six months, I’m surprised he shows his face in this neighborhood.”
I shook my head in disbelief. That kind of shit that happens in other places, not where I live. No wonder Les called him a perv. We didn’t turn on the tv, we sat and talked until it was time for bed. He was explaining to me that the place his mom was moving had an opening earlier than anticipated. He would be moving her at the end of the week and be gone five days. My heart sank. I knew that he needed to do what was needed for his mom, but I didn’t want him to go. Which made me start to cry.
He held me tight and whispered, “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll only be gone a few days. You’ll be alright and I’ll call every day. Promise.”
“But I just found you. What if something happens? What if you get in an accident and die?”
He held me tighter than a minute ago, “First off. No one is getting in an accident. Second, no one is going to die. Third, when I get home we’re going to start planning our life together. I’ve been living with Ma part time and my apartment part time. When I get back I want to move in with you permanently. And last but not least. We need to start making plans to change your last name to Haass, as in Mrs. Haass.”
Talk about being in a state of momentary shock, “But. But Les. Are you sure? We’ve only known each other a short time.”
I loved his answer, “Where in the book of life does it say you have to know someone a matter of years before you know they’re the one you’re supposed to do life with?”
I shrugged.
“Exactly. It doesn’t. Karen, I’ve looked for you all my adult life and didn’t know what I wanted until we met. From that first cup of coffee and cookie crumbs it’s been you and only you I think about. I don’t need to look, or wonder, or wait any longer. I’ll soon be 35, I want a wife and kids.”
Panic wanted to set in. This thing was moving much faster than I envisioned. Then I caught myself. *So what if it’s moving faster than you thought. The man as much as said he wants to marry you. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along? Isn’t this why you left your former life, had your facial features changed and moved a thousand miles away to start over? Yes, it is. It’s okay to let go Karen, it’s okay to belong to him in a loving way*.
I pushed back slightly, “Lester Haass. Did you just propose to me? Because if you did it was a shitty attempt. If you want me to be your wife and have babies, then do it right. Put an engagement ring on my finger.”
He moved me into an upright position on the couch facing out.
“I need you to stay just like that for two minutes Karen. I’ll be right back.”
The old me wanted to creep back in with thoughts of. *What the hell is going on? Why am I sitting here like a Dodo bird and where the hell did he go*? I quickly stopped that mental shit storm and relaxed as I sat waiting. He couldn’t have been gone a minute when I saw him coming down the hall. Without saying anything he took my hand and knelt.
With sincerity written on his face he spoke, “I’ve wanted to do this for weeks.”
Raising his free hand he had an open ring box with the biggest rock I had seen in a long time.
“Karen, will you marry me?”
I flew forward with such speed that it knocked him backwards. I lay on top of him smiling.
“Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes. Where did you have the ring? Put it on my finger, please.”
After sliding the ring on my finger he kissed me. A long, tender kiss and then spoke.
“I bought it after we went to the volleyball game. I just knew inside that I was going to ask you to marry me. I’ve carried it with me every time we’ve been together since. You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth.”
“Les. I want to make love to you. I want to ride you, I want you to play with my boobs and shoot all that baby batter deep inside me. If we’re going to get married we should practice making babies.”
He had his sweats off and was opening my robe as I pushed my panties down and mounted his hard as steel cock. I have always preferred a cut, thick cock with a head that looks like a helmet and Lester didn’t disappoint. As I slowly lowered myself onto him I could feel it spreading me and the walls hug as I sank deeper. My ass was touching his thighs in four strokes. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts. The next ten minutes were mind altering.
I used every trick I had ever learned thinking that I would have him coating my vagina in a few minutes. Not so, he lasted far longer than I thought he would. I was working frantically when he muttered.
“I’m almost there. Cum with me Pretty Lady.”
I could feel the semen pushing through the ureter headed for my vagina when the walls of my pussy contracted. It was as if my body was trying to draw him in further. He was pushing up, making deep groaning noises as I was pushing down. A long Ahhhhh left my lips. I flopped forward onto his chest as the last spurt left his cock. I was exhausted, worn out and ready for bed. But first, a quick shower together.
Lester was up at five. He was ready to leave when I woke at six.
“I should go babe.” He said. “I need to change before I start work and I want to check on Ma. I haven’t talked with her all weekend. If it’s alright with you I’m going to bring clothes with me so I can stay overnight.”
“Sure. Bring clothes and whatever else you need to stay with me every night. What about this afternoon when they deliver the mower? Will you be here?”
“Yup. I’ll be here. I’ve already adjusted my schedule. I love you Pretty Lady. I’ll be here by four thirty.”
“Okay, great. I can get off by four and I’ll meet you here. What should we do for supper?”
He chuckled, “I have a feeling that once you know how to operate the mower I won’t see you until the yard is done. I’ll take care of the trimming. Let’s pick up a pizza, then we don’t need to be concerned with cooking or clean up.”
“We can’t do that Les. Justin is staying for supper. Remember?”
“Oh yeah. That’s right. He loves brats and beer. I’ll pick up some brats and do them on the grill, he’ll be happy as a pig in mud.
Kissing him goodbye I cooed, “What a guy. I can’t wait to show my ring to everybody at work.”
To say time spent at the office was mayhem would be almost accurate. Everyone loved the ring and mostly the fact that he had proposed. Walt called me into his office. Sitting in an easy chair next to me he took my hand.
“I’m happy for you Karen. I called Annie and she sends her best wishes. I know that Les is moving his mom this weekend but let’s get together after he’s back. Just the four of us. Do you think we can make that happen?”
I smiled, “I’ll make sure it happens and thanks. Knowing that you and Annie approve makes a world of difference to me.”
Les was sitting on the stoop talking with Justin when I got home. They were about finished with a beer each, I figured the two of them had been there for a while. The mower was unloaded and sitting in the driveway looking all shiny and new.
Justin stood and shook first Les’s hand and then mine. “Thanks for buyin the mower and trimmer. I know we was gonna have supper but the widow Lyons asked me to supper. We been friends since grade school and she makes the best damned apple pie. Her neighbors will probly be there so I wanna make sure I get there early for a piece of that pie. We’ll probly play cards like usual. Thanks again.”
As he was driving away Les and I went into the house.
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“I was finished before two so I called Justin. He wanted to be done before five and agreed to bring the mower right away. It’s gassed up and ready to go. Why don’t you change into work duds, and we can get started.”
As I was changing I heard the mower start, it sounded as if he was moving it into the back yard. He shut it off just as I was walking out the back door.
“I thought it might be better to start in the back yard. You’ll have time to get used to it back here where no one will see if you make a mistake. By the time the back is done you’ll be comfortable and ready to take on the front yard.”
He pointed out what I needed to know to operate it, started it and then went through everything again. I was apprehensive.
“Do you really think I can do this hon?” I asked. “I’ve never driven anything like this.”
He laughed, “You never rewired a house or remodeled a bathroom either but that didn’t stop you. Of course you can do this. Just take your time. I’ll be right with you the first bit.”
I started the machine, turned on the blade switch and slowly inched forward as Les walked beside me. It took three passes before I was comfortable turning quickly at the end of a cut. By then Les was smiling, waived buh bye and grabbed the weed trimmer. He was right. I loved this damned machine, it was mine by golly. The hum of the engine, the vibration from the deck below. I smiled thinking about the amount of power beneath me and me in control. Sort of like riding Les the night before. Then I laughed out loud.
I never imagined a lawnmower could be seen as something to inspire erotic ideas about my lover boy.
We had finished and cleaned the machine before putting it away when we heard someone calling, “Hey you guys.”
It was Tom and Betty. Tom was pulling a wagon behind with their little girl in it. Betty was smiling as she hugged me and whispered.
“Congratulations, I heard Les proposed.”
About the same time I heard Tom proclaim, “Way to go Les. It’s about time you got married. We’re happy for you guys. When’s the wedding?”
We looked at each other and chuckled, I spoke. “To be honest we haven’t set a date. Les is moving his mom this weekend, we’ll talk about it when he gets back.”
Betty smiled, “Don’t wait too long. We’re going to make another baby soon. Maybe we could be pregnant at the same time.”
Talk about being thrown for a loop. We weren’t even married and Betty has me pregnant at the same time she is. Thank God Les came to my rescue.
“I think you’ve got the cart before the horse Betty. We need to be married first.”
She scoffed, “Yeah, well don’t wait too long. As the comedian says, Git r done.”
After they left it was time to grab a pizza. We jumped in his truck, I called as we drove, it would be ready when we arrived. Somehow it didn’t matter that we were in grubby clothes, we were together. Besides they had a drive through window, no one would see us anyway.
Work was as usual the next two days. I felt bad for Les, I was due to start my period on Wednesday and feeling crabby. Not only was my body in turmoil but I didn’t want to be without Les for a week. He surprised me by taking me out for a meal Wednesday evening instead of us cooking. We were in a booth eating when there was a commotion on the other side of the room. A much younger woman walking with an older man was making sure everyone know she was present. Not rowdy, just noisy. Talking loud and very animated.
Her dress was no more than six inches below her butt, she had on spike heels and her hair was as fake as her tits. Silicone doesn’t jiggle the way breasts that size would if they were real. I noticed that Les looked her way a few seconds and turned back to his meal. He made a funny “Pffft” sound and shook his head a few times. I watched a little longer knowing exactly where that young lady was headed. I had once been as she is. I touched Les’s arm which made him stop eating and look at me.
“Would you want me to dress like that?” I asked.
He set his jaw, “Hell no. I love all that sexy stuff you wear underneath but that’s for my eyes, not someone else. No, I like the way you dress. Don’t change it for me.”
I needed to clear the air, “I have shorter dresses and skirts. Are you saying that you don’t want me to wear them?”
“That’s not what I meant. Yours are midthigh at most. You have the body for it and you’re always a lady. Her ass is hanging out and her chest is about to fall over the top of that dress. Why the hell would he want every guy in the place leering at her?”
I knew why, but I damned sure wasn’t going to say anything. Nope, those days were long gone and ain’t never comin’ back. I was content with the thought of being his loyal, loving, attractive wife. I didn’t need anything or anyone else.
By the time we got home I felt like shit. I wanted to make love with him one more time before he left, but that wasn’t going to happen. Lying in bed I apologized and asked if he would like me to take care of him another way. His answer melted my heart.
“You don’t need to do that babe. I’m a big boy, I can control my urges until I get back to you. It’s not likely I’ll be turned on by a park full of senior citizens. If you’re feeling better when I get home you can show me how much you love me. Or. Maybe I’ll show you why you’ll be glad you’re going to marry me.”
Thursday Les rented a trailer and spent the day loading what his mom was going to take. She wanted to spend one last night in the house and suddenly realized that she had no bed. Les brought her to the house where we had supper and spent the evening chatting before bedtime. We were up at 5, his mom cooked breakfast. After we ate they loaded their overnight bags in the truck. I was standing by the truck crying when Les took me in his arms, wiped away my tears and kissed me passionately.
“No need to cry Karen. I’ll be home in 5 days. I won’t leave you, we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”
He held me another minute or so and then let go. We didn’t exchange any more words, just a simple kiss and then they were gone. I watched the taillights until he was out of sight. I thought about calling in sick but decided not to. I would only sit around missing Les and feeling sorry for myself. I walked into the office with red puffy eyes. Audrey and Walt knew that Les was moving his mom and went out of their way to try and make me feel better. Walt insisted that I come to their house for Saturday supper and Audrey wanted me to come to her house on Sunday for a barbecue. Some sort of neighborhood thing.
Les called just after lunch to tell me where he was, and that traffic was light so they were making great time. If it was just him, he would have pushed through and gotten there in a day, but with his Mom along he was going to stop for the night somewhere around six. I was sitting down with my supper which amounted to a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk when the phone rang. They had stopped for the night. His mom wanted to shower and freshen up so he made his way to the lobby. We talked for at least thirty minutes before he had to go. They were going to a Perkins restaurant for supper at his mother’s request. He texted just before nine telling me that he loved me, and they were going to bed.
My bed seemed empty after having him next to me for almost an entire week. Not only the loving sex but his arms around me making me feel wanted and safe. Not to mention warm. Sleep was fitful at best. I couldn’t seem to find a comfortable or warm place no matter how hard I tried. That apparently ended at some point because I woke with sunshine peeking around the curtains. I quickly grabbed my phone and saw that I had missed a text from Les at 6:20. Panic wanted to set in until I calmed down telling myself I had nothing to be concerned about. He would know that I was sleeping. I knew that Les kept his phone in a holder on the dash when he drove, I would call him in a minute. As soon as I had relieved my bladder and taken care of other hygienic needs I called.
I was so excited when I heard, “Hey babe. Sleep well?” Then his mom saying loudly, “Good morning.”
I was so happy to hear his voice I was almost in tears, “My night didn’t start out very good. I miss having you next to me. I tossed and turned a lot but eventually went to sleep. How about you? Did you sleep well?”
He laughed, “After I put in ear plugs so I didn’t have to listen to ma snore.”
She interrupted, “I might snore, but I don’t fart all night.”
I was smiling to myself. We hadn’t reached that stage in our relationship, someone farting under the covers. During our ten-minute conversation he told me they would reach her new home by noon. He was going to stay a few days to get his Mom settled in and then be home by Tuesday night. I did laundry, grocery shopping and other small errands throughout the day. When I arrived at Walt’s just before six I didn’t like what I saw in the driveway. Junior’s truck. I stopped a house away and quickly called Annie.
“Hi Karen. Are you on your way?”
“I’m just down the street from you. I think I’ll take a rain check, I really am not in the mood for a confrontation with your son. Thanks for the invite though.”
Annie replied in a soft motherly tone, “Junior’s not here honey. He didn’t take his truck this time, it’s parked in our driveway until he gets back next month. They left earlier than I thought they would. Better hurry, the gravy is nearly ready.”
I knew deep in my heart that one day I wanted to be just like her. Calm, balanced, wise. She was good for me even if I didn’t know it yet. Walking into their house I felt a sense of peace, a safe place if you will. Somewhere the new Karen could feel accepted for who she has become. That life died when I drove away from Carolina, and I wasn’t about to resurrect it. No, I would learn how to be a Midwest Ex farmers wife from people like Annie, Audrey and Betty. I remembered Annie’s advice of so many weeks prior. If the past stays in the past there’s nothing to lie about.
Dinner was enjoyable but I could tell that Walt was uneasy. Finally Annie turned to him and said, “Go. We can’t talk girl talk when you’re around anyway.”
As he pushed away from the table grinning Annie looked at me. “The golf courses are about to open, he wants to go to the driving range with his buddies. It’s his one vice and if having to be an occasional golf widow is the worst that happens. Well, that’s just fine. He always comes home right away, no taverns or other junk.”
Before I knew it we had talked away most of the evening. I needed to get home and ready for my nightly call. As we hugged at the door Annie held me a moment longer looking into my eyes.
“Thanks for coming and thanks for this evening. Our daughters live so far away. Having you near seems like having another daughter I can talk with. Call me anytime. Good night hun, say hi to Les when he calls.”
Les and I had arranged a video chat time of nine o’clock each night. We were alternating nights and tonight it was it was his turn to call. I got home in just enough time to get my surprise ready. I quickly fluffed my hair, put on a little make up and slipped into lingerie. When his call came through I was ready.
Sitting on the bed I answered. “Hello stud. I’ve been waiting for your call. See anything you like?”
It was probably my imagination but I was sure he drooled when I came on screen. His expression was one of pure delight.
“You don’t play fair naughty girl. Do I see anything I like? Yes. I like everything I see. You make my dick hard.”
I giggled, “Show me.”
The phone jostled around a bit and there it was. My man’s cock, stiff as a broom handle. I squealed with delight.
“You’re making me horny Cowboy. Are you sure you can’t get home sooner? My period should be over tomorrow.”
He sighed, “I wish. I need to stay and help Ma. Everything is moved in, I promised that I would help her get it put away tomorrow. If I get done early enough Monday I may start for home early.”
We spent another ten minutes squeezing kisses through the phone before ending the chat. I removed the lingerie, put on a pair of cotton panties, my oversized shirt and was asleep the minute my head hit the pillow. When Audrey called Sunday morning I told her that I was still having my period and wasn’t sure I would be there for the BBQ. Something inside was telling me not to go, thankfully I could use my monthly as an excuse. Work on Monday seemed to drag. The morning felt like a week and the afternoon was no better until my personal phone rang at 3:56.
“Les? Is everything alright? Why are you calling so early?”
He chuckled softly, “Can’t a guy call his fiancé whenever he wants? I wanted to let you know that I’m on the way home. I left just after lunch, I should be home around four or five in the morning.”
“Are you sure you should drive all night? I want you home safe and sound.”
He answered in a soft steady voice, “I’ll be fine Karen. If I get tired I’ll stop and sleep for an hour. That’s not likely to happen though, I want to get home and be with you. I don’t have to be back to work until next week. Do you think you can get time off?”
“I’ll ask in the morning. It’s short notice but maybe I can get Thursday and Friday off. What did you have in mind?”
His response surprised me. “I want to get the property listed and arrange for an auction of what I don’t want to keep. I know of seven acres just north of town that we can buy, maybe build a new house there. Your three-bedroom ranch won’t be big enough for a family if we have more than two kids.”
I liked the way he was thinking. “Okay, I’ll ask Walt. I’m pretty sure that will be alright. Can we go look at the property you’re talking about?”
“Sure. We can do that. Listen, don’t wait up for me though. I’ll crawl in bed when I get home. I’ll call around ten tonight so you’ll know where I’m at.”
I had a light supper, read for awhile, and went to bed dreaming of being Les’s arms once again. I was dead to the world until I felt the bed move slightly and looked at the clock. It was 3:48 am. As he slipped under the covers I scooted sideways so I lay in his arms. As we kissed his hand went to my breast and then down my tummy inside my panties. I was so glad my period had ended late Sunday night. As he played I began to get warmed up as they say. Breaking a steamy kiss I asked.
“Aren’t you tired? You’ve been driving over 12 hours.”
Pushing my panties down he growled, “I’m tired, not dead.”
As he mounted me I opened my legs in anticipation. It wasn’t fast and furious, it was slow and deep. We whispered our love for one another as we moved in unison. Our making love that night was the first time we had cum at the same time. Prior it had been one slightly ahead of the other. Not tonight, we climaxed within a few seconds of each other. As he handed me a warm washcloth he stroked my face and whispered.
“I’m sorry to wake you, but I needed you so bad. I’ve missed you so much.”
I tossed the cloth somewhere towards the bathroom having no idea where it landed in the dark. I would find it in the morning next to the shower curb. Snuggling tight to Les I cooed.
“I’m glad you did. I needed you as much, I just wasn’t sure if you would want to after driving all night.”
Laying on my side with my leg over his abdomen, my arm over his chest, and my head on his shoulder I whispered as we drifted off to sleep, “You can have me anytime you want me.”
Tuesday seemed to fly by in comparison to the day before when I was waiting for Les. Walt confirmed that I could have the rest of the week off if I wanted. Considering I hadn’t taken a vacation or personal day since I started working I accepted his generous offer. Walking in the house after work I was greeted by an aroma I had never encountered before. It smelled delicious. Les was at the range stirring whatever it was. Next to that were potatoes boiling. There were bread sticks in the oven and a pie on the counter.
Wrapping my arms around him we kissed. Pushing my abdomen into his I spoke in a sultry voice.
“You didn’t need to go to all this trouble to get back in my pants. I told you that you could have me anytime you wanted.”
His expression was one of mischief, “This has nothing to do with getting your panties off and you impaled on my dick. If we’re going to continue christening every room in this house we need to eat. Simple as that.”
I smiled, pushed my pussy tight to his leg and whispered, “Every room?”
He smacked my ass, “Damn right girl and if you don’t stop teasing I’ll turn this stove off and screw you right here.”
I reached behind him and turned off the stove. I was hustling out of my underwear as he was pushing his to the floor. I spun around, grabbed the edge of the counter and waited. In a second he was in me. We didn’t last long, when we finished I cupped myself and ran to the laundry room bathroom hoping to keep that jizz from running down my leg. After cleaning myself I found Les at the stove continuing with supper as if nothing had happened. Walking behind him he reached back and grabbed my arm. Pulling me close he lifted my dress, patted my bare bottom and told me to change. Supper would be ready in five.
When I returned he helped with my chair. The table was set, the food ready. Mashed potatoes, hot bread sticks right out of the oven and a stew to go over the potatoes. I commented about how good it tasted and how wonderful it was to have him cook supper.
He grinned. “I wasn’t sure you would like it. It’s Venison stew. You obviously like it. Oh, I bought the pie.”
I wasn’t sure how to reply. I had never had wild game of any kind. I’d had pheasant under glass and other delicacies like that, but never a wild animal.
“Um, yes. It was good. I’m glad you waited to tell me. Did you shoot the deer?”
Shaking his head slightly he answered, “Nope. One of the plumbers I used to work with is an avid hunter. He gives me some venison every year. This one was very tender, that isn’t always the case. Pie?”
I nodded. We were up early Wednesday, had breakfast at Maggies and made way for the homestead. We spent the morning going through the machine sheds marking what he wanted to keep and what was going on the auction. He was originally going to list the property with a realtor but decided to include it in the auction. With ag land in Southern Nebraska bringing in three thousand or more per acre he was expecting quite a windfall. 750 acres of row crop land wouldn’t last long at auction.
It was after two when we left the farm. I had packed a lunch which we ate on the way to the seven acres Les had told me about. It was perfect, there were two smaller outbuildings in decent shape. The house had been torn down which was making it hard for the people to sell with only seven acres. As we walked around looking things over he stopped and held me from going further.
“What do you think Karen? Could you call this home if we put up a nice house? There’s room enough to store the tractor I want to keep, we could raise some chickens, ducks, maybe a hog and a steer. The kids could have a pony, there’s room for a garden if we want one. Talk to me hon.”
As I surveyed the land with my eyes I smiled. I could see us on this property with three or four kids running around. I’d never had a garden but I thought that sounded nice. Farm animals, why not? I turned to Les.
“If you’re with me I’ll love it. Can I have a white picket fence?”
Les looked around a bit before he answered, “Well, not the entire seven acres but yeah, we could put up a fence around the front yard I suppose. Then the kids could play without you having to be outside every second.”
I did what I so often did when his answer pleased me. I slipped into his arms and patted his chest. Looking into his baby blues I said softly, “Let’s buy it outright.”
He looked concerned, “Okay. I know the people who own it. I’ll see if we can make a deal where we buy it outright after the auction.”
I wanted to say we could buy it outright as soon as we wanted to. I certainly had enough money, something inside told me to hold back. It was fast food for supper and then the evening meeting with the auction people. It was decided that the auction would be held in three weeks, they would start prepping things over the next 2 weeks. He also told Les it was a smart move to sell the land at auction. His comment was that land was bringing higher prices at auction than through a realtor.
It was well after nine by the time we got home. I felt grubby and wanted a shower. Les joined me for not only a shower but some play time with me bent over holding onto a grab bar while we made love. I hadn’t given him a blow job yet and had considered it when we talked about showering together except I was too damned horny.
Lying in bed I was uneasy about not buying the land right away. No one had shown interest but who knows what might happen in the next three weeks. Besides how long would it take for all of the legal junk to be finished after the auction before he would see the money. I was in his arms and whispered.
“Honey. Are you awake?”
He gave a manly reply, “Mmm-hmm.”
“Do you remember me telling you that a sizeable inheritance had helped me move here and buy this house outright?”
He shifted so we were face to face. “Yes, I remember. Why?”
“Because we need to buy that land right away. I have enough money to buy it outright, then we can find a contractor to start house plans.”
He reached over and turned on the lamp. Looking into my eyes he asked, “Just how much money did you inherit?”
I wanted to tell him the amount but knew I needed to keep that to myself until we were married.
“It doesn’t matter how much, I have enough to buy that property before someone else does. When we’re married we can pool our money together, then you’ll know.”
“I don’t know Karen. What if we don’t sell the land and equipment for what we think it will bring?”
I needed to put his mind at ease. I could buy that place and still have a ton of money.
“But it will bring in what you want and the land will sell. If we’re together Les, then we’re together with or without a piece of paper to say so. Don’t get me wrong, I want that piece of paper, but we need to buy that place. I can have the money transferred by Friday.”
What he did next made me wet and horny again. “Then we need to get married sooner rather than later.”
I reached across his chest, turned out the light and turned on the charm. Forty minutes later post coital bliss had us nearly asleep when he asked.
“How many from your side do you think will attend?” Les asked. “I know your mom is dead, but what about relatives?”
My answer was easy, “Nobody from my family will be here. Mom had one sister, now deceased, I have no idea who my father was and I’m an only child. I have two families I’m close to that I would like to invite, no one else.”
He pulled me close, “Then I’m gonna call Mom in the morning. We need to get to the courthouse tomorrow and find out what we have to do. I’m ready if you are Karen.”
I cooed softly, “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. I want to start a family right away.”
Thursday was a whirlwind of activity. The courthouse for a marriage license, me being in touch with my attorney to get money transferred, Les calling his mom and me contacting Cara as well as Elvis and SooLin. After talking with everybody it was decided that we would marry the following Friday. We would make travel arrangements for Cara and her family including her new hubby.
On Friday we closed on the property. That evening we drove to it, put down blankets and made love under an oak tree at the very back where no one could possibly see us. He smiled.
“It’s really ours now babe. Next week is gonna be a mad house, and the auction will be the following week. We’ll have to wait for a honeymoon.”
I patted his chest, “I don’t need a honeymoon, I just need you. I’m beat, take me home I need to sleep.”
The following Friday with my closest friends from the past, Walt, Annie, Audrey and her Ed on my side I said I do to the man of my dreams. His side had close to fifty people that all cheered when he said I do and slipped the ring on my finger. We didn’t bother to go out of town after feeding everyone at a local restaurant with a banquet room. We went home and made love twice before calling it a night.
Saturday and Sunday saw us helping friends and family be on their way via flights or over the road. Hugs, tears and countless smiles somehow made it easier to say goodbye. In the few days that followed I contemplated whether I would ever tell Les of my past, making the decision not to. Elvis’s words spoke loudly from within, “There’s no future in the past.” It had already been determined that we wouldn’t ask about the others past, there would be nothing to lie about.
As for my former life being discovered one day. I had always used an alias for my prior business, all my financial transactions had gone through a lawyer I trusted implicitly with my money, taxes, and all legal transactions. There was nothing to trace and no need to muddy the waters so to speak. We were happy and content as the new people we had become. Better to leave it there and go forward.
The auction was a smashing success. At the end of the day it was Moss, Tank, Junior and Walt who bought the land corporately. All 750 acres. After the fees and legal transactions were paid for including taxes Les realized a profit of over 2.8 million dollars. The day after the money went into an account in our name I contacted my lawyer and combined my 1.4 million with Les’s. The following week I quit my job, Les kept his saying he needed to stay connected to the community.
Our five-bedroom house was completed by December, we moved in on January first. What a way to usher in the New Year. We’d been in the new house less than three months when my name changed again. Not only was I Mrs. Lester Haass. I would soon add the word, Mommy.
Seven years and four kids later we felt our family was the perfect size. The kids did have a pony. We also had chickens, ducks, a pig and two steers. I surprised myself by learning how to garden. We love the fresh produce. I also learned from Annie how to can and put up preserves.
There are days I sit on the porch watching the kids play in the yard surrounded by a white picket fence and think. I started life as a woman who sold herself to men of substantial means. That girl died when I moved west. The new Karen will live and abide until my death with the honorary title of Mrs. Haass and of course. MOMMY.
The money? After watching a documentary on the sex trafficking of children we found an organization whose sole purpose was to find and rescue these children. After having my lawyer research the organization and determining the money went to rescuing people and not line someone’s pocket we chose to get involved. Our one and a half million-dollar anonymous contribution was greatly appreciated. The remainder? Our kids needs will always be met. Their wants might not, but their needs will be. Their education needs, be it the trades or college, will be covered entirely. As they age we will take them places and do things we were never able to do.
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I realize this has been a long story without a lot of sex on an erotic writing site. However I think there’s more to writing than one sexual encounter after another. The timing of the stories was weird as well. They were submitted in due time but somehow missed the que for publishing in a timely manner.
Comments and opinions were all over the place, most positive. Two items that came up several times. How prostitution and romance can possibly go together. And that they would need to come clean about their past sex lives, mainly hers. My thoughts while writing were as follows.
First. Is a former prostitute not allowed to find romance, or have a loving family? If you read the story carefully you would have seen that one of her rules was always the use of a condom. Why wouldn’t the emotions she had once turned off not be allowed to wake again with a loving man?
Second. Considering she had used an alias, had facial surgery to alter her appearance and now resided a thousand miles away why would she need to disclose every sordid detail of her past? Or him to reveal his for that matter? Why would you even want to know every detail of your spouses’ past sex life? If he or she satisfies you, who cares?
This story was waaaaayyyy outside the lines for me. It’s a story about redemption for a young lady who decided she was through with her former life. For those who say people can’t change I say bullshit. I know dozens of people who’ve led unsavory lives and then turned the page so to speak. It’s not that it can’t be done, it’s more in line with most don’t want to do what it takes to change their life. I once read a quote that stayed with me, “You can walk away from your enemies, but you can’t walk away from your friends.”
In other words, the part of your life you abhor you easily turn your back on. But there are still things we hold onto. We may say that you don’t like it, but we don’t let it go. Even if it continues to be destructive. The only one who can change you … is you.
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“Happy Trails To You. Until we meet again.”
For those under 40 or don’t know who Roy Rogers is. Google the phrase.