A Simpler Life.....

[MtnAngelWV]

Admiring the lush green hills of the passing countryside, I drove farther along with no particular destination in mind. The serenity of the scenery would hopefully put my head to rest. I had to erase all thoughts of the previous night. Etched permanently in my mind were his words of rejection and humiliation. The shock that a year long relationship had ended so abruptly had not yet sunk in yet. Forget the fact that we never so much as had a cross word to each other in all that time. That is until last night. And then it had been a one-sided argument with him doing all the yelling and me the one staring in total amazement. My mouth was agape as the door slammed behind him.

So lost in my own sadness I noticed only too late the sputtering sounds of the aged Porsche’s engine. My first instinct was that I had run out of gas. Glancing down at a gas gauge that read half a tank I realized that this was not the case. Pulling the car to the side of the deserted road I shook my head and wondered what else could go wrong. Well at least fate was on my side in one respect as I did have service on my cell phone. Triple A informed me that a tow truck would be with me shortly.

True to their word a rather dilapidated but timely tow truck arrived. A grizzled old man dressed in blue coveralls climbed from the cab of the truck and walked back toward me. “What sims ta be yur probem ma’am?” he asked.

“Well I am not exactly sure, Sir. It just puttered and died.” I replied hoping that he would not be the one to repair my classic baby.

“We’ll git ya towt in an our mechanic Derek’ll have a look at it fer ya,” the old man punctuated the last sentenced with a spit of tobacco just inches from my gray pumps.

Even though there did not seem to be a town for miles, the ride to the garage was fairly short. Granted the so-called town was small I hoped that the shop would be reputable. The old man climbed out of the truck, not bothering to help me out. I descended from the cab as well and followed him to a small greasy office.

“I’ll go git Derek fer ya.”

I occupied the short wait by admiring the myriad of tool calendars displayed on the office wall. Startled by a low seductive voice, I turned around to gaze into the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.






OCC: I am looking for a male lead to play Derek, a country boy who is good with his hands but can handle himself in other ways too.
My character is Maggie, 32, red hair, emerald green eyes, slim, professional, looking for a simpler life

 

[Vikingboy]

Derek Berryhill

OOC: 28, Derek Berryhill is a country boy who has seen the Big City and come back home. He owns the garage & is his own chief mechanic. Tall & sinewy (6'3", 175#) he has the blond hair cut short, and a clean shaven face. His blue eyes are alive with laughter most of the time. He dresses in a mechanic's overalls and t-shirt, and both have oil & grease on them, as do his hands and right near the mouth & cheek, his face. Derek is thoroughly unattached, although some of the townsgirls who buzz around him, would like to change that. He's unmarried, unattached, but no virgin. He can make more than a motor purr.

IC:

"Hello, Ma'am," I held out my grimey hand. "I'm Derek Berryhill. How can I help you out, ma'am?" I smiled as I took in the redhead in front of me. Quite a pretty lady. She sure ain't from here? I thought. Her Porsche was a beauty too, just like her.

I looked at it, tried to start it, and realized that it wasn't getting any gas. "I'm guessing at a fuel pump, ma'am, though could be the line's clogged. Either way, it'll morning at best 'fore I can get parts or fix it up."

The look on her face told it all. She wasn't happy.

"How can I make it better, ma'am?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

It took me a moment to get my bearings and I wasn't sure I understood what he was saying. The only thing I really heard was that I was stuck in this godforsaken hick town until tomorrow.

"Ummm..did you say tomorrow?" I asked, not allowing him to actually answer my question. "That is so not acceptable. I have a very important business meeting tomorrow. I am willing to pay extra. Isn't there something you can do?"

He just stood there and stared at me as though I had just lost my mind. "Ma'am, I don't think you understand that I don't carry the parts for this make of car in stock. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Well, money was obviously not getting me anywhere. I wasn't sure I even remember how to use my feminine wiles with a man. Okay so maybe I could saunter over just a bit closer to him.

 

[Vikingboy]

Derek Berryhill

"That is so not acceptable. I have a very important business meeting tomorrow. I am willing to pay extra. Isn't there something you can do?"

I smiled. What else could I do? This was a Porsche and the nearest dealership was in Pittsburgh, a 5 hour drive, one way. I could get the pump shipped overnight and it would arrive by 5 tomorrow evening, but there wasn't a darned thing I could do before then.

"Ma'am, I don't think you understand that I don't carry the parts for this make of car in stock. I apologize for the inconvenience."

She just looked at me like I was stupid. I'd heard her and I knew that she was in a hurry. But, heck, how much can a man do?

"Look, I'll call the major Porsche dealership in Pittsburgh and get them to ship it overnight. It'll be here by noon if we're lucky & they haven't closed already. But that's the best I can do for you."

She had moved closer to me and said softly, "Please, can't you do better? I mean, this town is so, well, tiny, and where could I stay? I have to be at the meeting in the morning. Can't you just get it going?"

I laughed. "No Ma'am, I cannot just get it going...but I can offer you dinner, if that'll help make up for the inconvenience. I can even put you up at my house tonight, so you don't have to pay to stay in Bernie's motel...It isn't up to your class."

She was a piece of attitude, but hell, I didn't blame her. This town's only 250 people, not where you want to spend a night.

I went to the phone and dialed the dealership....it rang off the hook. "They're closed. Looks like you'll be here tomorrow, too. I'm real sorry, Ma'am."

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Living in the city for so long had definitely jaded me and spoiled me. First of all I could not believe that I had to wait for the part but I wasn't so stupid that I didn't realize my baby was a special car. I would have to pull all my reserves and be patient.

As far as the jaded part, his proposal of staying at his place was absolutely ridiculous. I mean I had only just met this man and he was already trying to come on to me. I seriously doubted that this man was accustomed to being rejected but I could never stay in a strange man's house no matter how attractive he was.

"Sir, I suggest you take me to this Bernie's Place and let me judge for myself if the accomodations are up to my standards." I thought to myself that a grease monkey's house probably wouldn't meet my standards either so who was he to judge.

Derek impressed me by escorting me to a fully restored '66 Mustang. I respected anyone who owned a classic car. The car rumbled to life and in ten minutes we pulled into a pot hole filled gravel parking lot. In front of my eyes was a dilapidated white building. I rang the buzzer and stared in amazement at the peeling paint as I waited for someone to answer the office door. A middle-aged man opened the door sporting a tobacco stained white t-shirt that didn't quite cover the swell of an obvious beer belly.

I groaned to myself and knew at that instant that Derek's home had to be a better alternative to the shabby office I could see just past "Bernie."

"I am sorry to disturb you , Sir. I am afraid I have made a dreadful mistake. You have a nice day!"

I practically ran back to the mustang. "Ummmm, is that offer still good?"

 

[Vikingboy]

I wasn't sure who this woman thought she was, but she was about to get an awakening.

"Sir, I suggest you take me to this Bernie's Place and let me judge for myself if the accomodations are up to my standards."

Well, hell, if she wants to stay at Bernie's and hear the teenaged couples fuck all night in $5 an hour rooms, let her, I thought. So I washed up, changed into my jeans, denim shirt, and "boy" boots, and then I escorted her to my Mustang. My baby. I bought her when I was a sophomore in high school and restored her from front to rear. I noticed that "the Lady" was eying the car, impressed. First thing I've done that's opened her eyes, dammit.

I drove her to Bernie's and it took about two minutes to turn her prim little ass around. I bet that Bernie was looking her over like one of the teenage sluts who graced his bed from time to time.

Anyway, when she came back to the car, her tone had changed.

"Ummmm, is that offer still good?"

"Sure is. But first, I think we should be on a first name basis." I held out hy hand. "I'm Derek."

She replied with a quick handshake, "I'm Maggie." And for the first time, I held her hand, briefly. Then she pulled it back like it was on fire. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Pleased to meet you, Maggie. It's a bit of a drive to the house, so why don't you pick out a CD to listen to."

As we drove, I listened to the music, to her voice as she sang along, and glanced over at her. Very pretty, but out of your league, I thought. Still she was fun to look at, shorter than me by at least 6", slim but nicely built, red hair, and those eyes...so green and mesmerizing.

She asked me about myself, sort of off-handedly, so I told. Mom and Dad live up in Wheeling and have plenty, so I took advantage and went to CMU (Carnagie Mellon) for engineering and business. On the side, I've been doing auto work since I was 10, and I've saved my money big time. Enough to buy the garage and my house when I graduated five years ago. It may be a small town, but I've got a big time garage and I make enough to live good.

Just as she asked if I were married, we pulled up to the "cabin", a log house, cathedral ceiling in the living room, modern kitchen, full bath with a whirlpool, and two bedrooms...the guest room with a bath off it, and the master, which adjoins the full bath. Her eyes seemed to widen when she saw it Not what she expected from a dumb grease monkey, I thought.

 

[Vikingboy]

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[MtnAngelWV]

I felt slightly rattled as we pulled into the long widing driveway that ended at a rather large log home. It was almost as if he had stepped into my dreams at nightand plucked this house out. I had admired homes just like this on many occasions. I couldn't help but wonder if he had built this home just for me but hat was absurd I knew. Then I wondered what else he could have spied in my dreams and hw he could ake them come true also. I had no idea where these thoughts had come from or where they would lead.

At this exact moment I felt bold, almost brazen if you will. Standing in the immense foyer I turned toward him and lifted my head ever so slightly, my lips longing to be kissed. Unfortunatley, or maybe fortunately, he missed the signal altogether and instead showed me the bedroom I would be stayng in.

He then asked me what I would like for dinner and I wondered where he would order in from since there was nothing near this oasis. He laughed low and hard and informed me that he would be cooking. I blushed ever so slightly at my misconception of him yet again. This man had so many surprises up his sleeve.

 

[Vikingboy]

When she entered the house, I sawthat look in her eyes. She was...enchanted? awe-struck? She looked around then looked up into my eyes. No, it was hunger, but I knew that if I gratified her hunger too soon, I'd lose her and my control over the situation. So, instead of taking her then and there, I showed her to the guest room.

While she was inspecting and relxing in her room, I took a quick shower and changed into comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. No reason to get too formal, I figured. After all she's staying here; I'm not out to bed her. I put on some jazz and got a cold glass of wine.

After she got settled, she reimerged, still in her traveling clothes. I asked her what she wanted for dinner and she looked at me like she couldn't believe her ears. "Where do you order from?" she asked.

I laughed, "I cook, Maggie. Is steak alright? I like my meat medium rare. How about you?" After she stammered her order, I offered her a large glass of Chardonney and retired to the kitchen.

She followed, sipping her wine as she sat at the kitchen counter and watched me move through the kitchen.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I supposed that my life had been much too sheltered as I watched Derek emerge from his bedroom. At first I judged him a little too harshly yet again. Jeans and t-shirts never did belong in my world, save for the short time in college when I dated Nick. I had to adit, however, that the outfit fit in snuggly in all the right places. Suddenly I felt a slight stirring from deep inside, one that I had thought I had lost a long time ago.

"Steak sounds perfect to me, Derek. Make mine the same as yours please." I responded in a breathier voice than normal. I could ony ask myself what the hell I was doing here, with this man, trying to seduce an almost perfect stranger. I would have liked t blame it on the wine but the truth was that I had an almost uncontrollable hunger for this man.

I offered to set the table and in practically no time we were seated down to eat. I tried to concentrate on the perfectly prepared meal but I barely tasted each bite. I felt full but not satisfied.

"Damn it," I whispered softly, not exactly sure if my words were even audible until I noticed the look on his face. He was gentleman enough to not even ask what my comment was all about. I thought that he may have even grinned slightly. It was almost as if he were toying with me.

 

[Vikingboy]

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I made dinner. She was a beauty, dressed in a white blouse and a flowing skirt, neither of which did anything to hide her exquisite figure. Her eyes, though; a man could lose his soul in those green eyes. They seemed to flash as she watched me. She was interested all right.

Her voice during dinner was low, smoky, seductive, as she talked about her job and the stresses of work in the big city. As we ate, the wine took effect, as did the dinner of steak, asparagus spears (from the small garden out back), baby potatoes, and a cheesecake with Irish coffee. Yes, I was out to impress this woman, out to seduce her in my own way. The jazz played in the background and she laughed softly and sensuously at the stories we swapped.

After dinner, I changed the music to dance numbers...slow, easy music. I took her in my arms and we began to dance, close and closer. Her scent was intoxicating, her body supple, her movements sure yet swaying. She brushed her hips against mine and I felt my cock lengthen and harden in my jeans. When she brushed against it again, she made no move to break that contact. I slipped a hand to her lower back and held her there.

I looked down into her eyes and saw an emerald fire buring there. And I lowered my lips to touch hers....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

It was still so hard for me to believe that I could have anything in common with this country man. I should have put all the stereotypes of people like him out of mind. I must say that he did make it easier for me to accept the fact that he was educated. Perhaps he was the exact type of man I had been seeking all my life.

Again it was as if he could read my mind and knew that jazz was the one music that neer failed to get me in the state of mind for romance. I wondered if he knew that every nce in a while I would lower my hand beneath the table and lightly caress my thigh.

After dinner, Derek changed the music to slow, seductive tunes. When he took me into his arms, I felt an electrical-like current run through the length of my body. A low moan escaped my lips as his embrace tightened around my waist. Flowing along the floor, two bodies became one. The feel of his hardening member against my leg should have forced me away from hm but instead I pressed my body closer to his. He smelled woodsy and the odor intoxicated me more than the wine.

Then I was totally drunk of him when hs lips pressed against mine. His lips were tender yet the heat was undeniable. I knew that I would surrender myself completely to him. My hands wound around his neck and I buried my fingers into his lush hair. Fevered for mre of him I brushed his lips with my tongue, allowing myself to probe the inner wetness of his mouth.

 

[Vikingboy]

Derek Berryhill

Slowly, slowly, my innervoice told me, as my tongue probed at her lips. I was on fire, in desperate need of this woman, this sophisticated, worldly, unattainable woman.

Her breasts pressed into my chest as she gripped the back of my head and pulled me into her kiss. Her fever stoked mine and the flames rose. I glided my left hand down to cup her firm ass and pushed her into my erection. I could smell faint wisps of arousal from her body.

We danced on (or as some would say, "fucked on the dance floor"), our arms tight, our bodies close, our lips locked. When she broke the kiss, I dropped my lips to her neck and kissed my way to her earlobe. As I sucked it between my lips, I whispered, "You're so delectable. I want to have you for my real dessert, Maggie. I want to devour you, taste you, all of you." And I started by nibbling her earobe, while we "danced".

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Maggie

My body had never felt so much heat before. Derek fanned the flames of my desire higher and higher until I felt as if I would crash to the earth, nothing left of me but burnt cinders. My body ached for more of his artful ministartions. My head, on the other hand, screamed to stop this madness. I barely knew this man next to me.

I yelled for him to stop but he kept pressing further ahead until I realized that no sound was coming from my mouth except whimpers of delight. I begged my brain to quit reasoning my pleasure away. I finally prevailed as Derek nibbled my earlobe. My one biggest weakness.

"Take me, Derek. Make love to me as you have never loved another before me," I whispered lightly. Obeying my wishes, he lifted me into his arms and began to carry me into his room. At that exact moment I heard a crash of thunder and wondered if it sounded somewhere deep inside of me or was it outside.

I fiured out the source of sound as we entered his bedroom and I noticed the torrent of rain pounding against his picture window. He laid me gently on the king sized bed, looking deeply into my eyes. The fire behind the gaze was unmistakable. I kneeled on the bed and began to undress him. I felt terribly bold at that exact moment.

Once I had removed his shirt, I trailed my tongue from his neck down to the soft hair just above his pelvis. His low moan fueled my desire. Unable to resist my advances he lifted my head to mine and kissed me deeply.

 

[Vikingboy]

The thunderstorm crashed upon us as we went into the bedroom. My arms were full of wriggling, gorgeous woman. Once she was on the bed, she took charge, pulling my t-shirt from my jeans and over my head.

I looked down at her as she trailed kisses down my neck to my chest and nipples. There she stopped to kick and suck at them, nipping them boith before she moved down across my flat belly. She tugged on the trail of short hairs descending from my navel to the waistband of the tight blue jeans. My cock was screaming to get out!

She undid the beltbuckle and the top of the jeans with her hands, then took the zip tab in her teeth and tugged it down. Just as my cock was freed and ready to spring out, a guigantic flash & boom and the lights went out.

The only light in the room was from the fireplace where a small fire blazed away.

I looked down in the dim light to see her mouth descending onto my engorged cock.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Maggie

I was no longer ale to control myself,the wanton, lustful creature had to be loosed. I slipped his jeans down his lithe thighs and admired his large, hardened member. For a split second I was awe strucked by its magnificence. I felt the need to worship it entirely. Give it the attention it so deserved.

Slowly I encircled the head of his cock with my tongue. I ran down the length of his to his firm balls and continued to lick around them. As if it were possible, his cock grew in my hand as I placed my tongue lightly at the opening of his anus. I knew that I must taste his manliness at that exact moment.

My tongue carressed its way back up the length of his penis and guided it into my hot mouth. After a few strokes of my mouth down and back up the shaft I could taste his juices oozing down the back of my throat.

A flash of lightning illuminated his masculine features when I looked up into his eyes. His response to me was pure animal lust. I squeezed his cock slightly to allow his juices to trickle out onto my lips. Rubbing my tongue across my lips I savored every drop.

 

[Vikingboy]

When she swallowed my cock, I felt the lightning enter the room. Her ministrations to my hardness were so lust-filled that I could barely control the urge to take control of the action. But I clenched my fists and simply loaned my delight.

I had never felt this from any of the local girls. No one of them could take my entire cock into her mouth or open her throat to it. Maggie worked wonders on my erection, making my knees weak. And the storm outside wascas unabated as her lust, and mine.

A flash and a crash indicated a tree was struck, but it could not have been as aflame as my lust. Then she broke contact and sat there, looking up at me, her tiny hand wrapped around my hardness, a beatific smile on her face as she licked her lips.

I moved onto the bed and kissed her as my hands unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. I wanted her naked, in my bed, legs spread so I could unleash her completely with with hands and tongue....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

My breath caught in my throat as he gingerly laid me back on his bed. His hands were hot and surprisingly gentle on my fevered skin. Derek undressed me completely and sat for a moment gazing down at my nakedness. Normally I would shirk away from a gaze such as his, but not tonight. Not with this man.

His tongue lightly brushed my lips before it worked its way down to my neck. His teasing sent my emotions on a roller coaster of lust and longing. His mouth found first one breast then the next, suckling each hardened nipple. I pressed my chest deeper into his mouth, desperately needing his touch.

An electrical current ran through my body when his tongue licked its way down to the soft mound between my legs. His fingers gently pulled my lips apart and I felt hisgently lapping on my clit. After a few moments, unable to stand his teasing, I grabbed his head and pushed it tighter against me. Thunder crashed outside as I arched my back and was rocked by an earth shattering orgasm.

 

[Vikingboy]

Derek Berryhill

My need was great, but I wanted her my way...I wanted to drive her crazy with lust, to keep her aroused all night and to satisfy her as no city man could.

I undressed her slowly, savoring the sight, the opalescent, almost transparent bra and panties that hid her treasures, but still showed them to me. When I slid the panties from her, she arched her back and spread her legs, showing me her trimmed bush and wet puffy lips. Her nipples were long and erect, begging me to take them between my lips and teeth. I looked at her lying on my bed, trying not to squirm in her heat. Her scent was that of a woman ready to burst with passion.

I kissed her lips, then licked down her neck, and nibbled at her shoulders. I kissed and nibbled across the tops of her breasts, then under them, lifting their weight to lick under them. I squeezed them slightly as I brought my lips to her nipples. My tongue fickered out and caught each nipple, then my lips sucked each in. I grazed her nipples with my teeth. The whol,e time, I rocked my hips so that the head of my cock brushed her mons.

I moved down, lifting her ass off the bed as I kissed her belly. Then I brought my tongue to her cit and teased it out of its hood. Her hands grasped my hair and pulled mke into her sex. She begged me to eat her, lick her, make her cum. I delayed briefly, until she pulled my hair to make me eat her.

And I did, driving my tongue deep into her pussy, dragging it up to her clit. I devoured her, feeling her writhe under my tongue, hearing her moans, teasing the orgasm from her.

After ten minutes, I rose and said I wanted more. "Hold onto the headboard," I said. She reached behind her and grabbed the bars of the wrought iron headboard. "Do you like a little kink, Maggie?" She looked up puzzled. "Just a little, so I can taste all of you, my sweet. Please?"

I smiled down at her, waiting....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Maggie

Grabbing the headboard tightly I listened to his words carefully. He was asking me if I liked a little kink. No one had ever asked me that before so I was naturally apprehensive. My fingers clutched the wrought iron tighter out of sheer nervousness.

"I..uh..I.." I stammered at my loss for words. Cleraing my throat I started again "I am not sure I know what you mean Derek?" I wasn't exactly closed to his suggestion. Just a bit unsure.