"Yeah! That's right, we are!" Jay huskily beamed, elated with the unexpected consequences his boldness had brought about. "Here, let me have that hoe and see what I can do!"
"Oh dear… I can't let you do that, Mr… Jay," his vibrant young neighbor cooed, an almost helpless smile lighting her delicate features. "You know, it's my hobby. I just love flowers and gardening, but Stan despised it, and he made me understand when I started that I wasn't to call on him for any help." She made a timid little laughing sound which pounded the blood in Jay's veins. "That's why you always see me out here puttering alone…"
"Well, you haven't been doing much puttering with this bush, girl," the big, bearded writer said. "I know, 'cause I've been watching you…!"
Jesus Christ! Jay inwardly swore. The way she was looking at him, like a Goddamned little cuddly kitten! What the hell, he couldn't even answer her, and his crazy cock had just given a telltale lurch! He reached out and took the hoe from her gloved hands. Finally: "You just stand back and let old Jay root that sonofa… that bush out o' there for you, honey…!"
She said something dainty but he didn't catch it all. The bearded man was too gratified to bend over and hide his lengthening hardness from her pretty eyes. Christ, he didn't want to look like a Goddamned lecher to her right off the bat! Eagerly, he worked, gouging the tool into the earth with powerful strokes, the perspiration beading on his broad forehead from the liquor he'd drunk and a general lack of regular exercise. He thought of Beth for a fleeting moment, then of Sara's husband, Stan, and what he, himself, was sweating his balls off trying to gear toward. Several times, Sara "ooohhhed" and "aaahhhed", reminding him not to sever any roots, then praising him in the next breath.
"My… you're so strong, Jay!" she exclaimed in a breathless whisper, as she knelt beside him closely watching. "I-I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you for this! You're just a darling, is all!"
For answer, the perspiration-soaked author worked harder, completely out of his element and loving it! Hell, he was making points and he knew that for sure! But he hardly dared look at her, the way she was kneeling beside him on all-fours! Goddamn, he could nearly see the very nipples on her firm, lush tits… could see them embossing the flimsy material in tiny, hardened buds! Christ, if only he could know what she was thinking!
Sara could actually smell the masculine aroma of his powerful body from the toiling strain of his efforts! Her young, soft belly responsively quivered from the heady stimulant she had not really known since accompanying her football-coach father into the team's empty locker-room at night all those years ago! No, that wasn't exactly true! Jeff, the boy she had almost married before Stan… after a tennis match…! God, how she'd always wanted to make love to him then! He had been big like this man, Jay Durke was big, never the prim and proper Adonis type such as Stan, but barrel-chested and hairy, a brute man, every inch of him… like her daddy!
Ooohhh… it was happening to her again! The hunger that Stan could never satisfy… or would never permit that she sate! Again? Lord, had it ever left her since Jeff? Her Jeff… long dead in Vietnam…! Why else had she taken to exhibiting herself in the front yard of the beautiful home Stan had given her… except to entice this beast of a man who wrote naughty books and was the replica of the male image forever haunting her most secret thoughts and desires? God, he could be her daddy, himself!
Oh, she was a fool! What could come of it except a deeper longing? Stan would be closing soon and coming home. And there was always Vickie Davis right across the way who seldom missed much… and who was very jealous. She certainly couldn't afford to have Vickie get down on her… or Lancer! If it hadn't been for those two beautiful creatures, she would have probably ran off in the night babbling insanely while she… she fingered herself…!
"Oh, shit!" Jay hoarsely blurted, half straightening and shaking his big hand. Blood spattered from his fore-finger and palm as he realized his vulgarity and stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Sara. Mistake…"
"What happened, Jay?" she concernedly asked getting to her feet to grasp his hand and look at it.
"Oh, I ripped it on some thorns is all," he shied as she took his big hand in her two small ones. "But I got the damned thing loose. All we have to do now is move it wherever you want…"
"That can wait until another time," she said, gently tugging a small thorn from his hefty palm. "This is nasty looking. Come into the house and I'll doctor it up for you…"
"Nawww, that ain't necessary, Sara," he replied with a grin. "It's nothing…"
"Maybe not, but these rose bush gashes can be very sore. Come on now, I insist!" the petite, raven-haired beauty pressed, the holding of his huge hand sending further sensations of tingling excitement soaring through her young body.
"Well… all right… if you insist. But it's silly. Only a few scratches…"
"I know, dear, but it's the least I can do after the way you've helped me this afternoon…"
Dear! Holy hot-box! That's what she'd said! Dear! Goddamn! And she was still holding onto his hand, leading him into the house… and what a house! Man, that Wilson bastard had some loot! This was luxury…!
"Only a few kid scratches," he mumbled as she led him through into a hallway and finally the most splendid bedroom he'd ever seen. Damn, he'd been writing about these pads from the beginning, but this was the first one he'd really ever laid eyes on! And the Goddamned bathroom…! It was as big as Beth and his living room for Chrissake…!
"Now, let's wash it off good, dear…"
Crap, there it was again! Dear! And she was rubbing right up against him while she rummaged in the medicine cabinet! Damn, her curvaceous young body was like a tinder-box… and his stupid cock was getting as hard as a piling! "Look, Sara, this isn't necessary… just a little scratch…"
"You be quiet, you big doll!" she softly replied, closing the cabinet door and smiling at him in the mirror. "I'm going to fix this hand if I have to take you down and sit on you! Understand?"
He could only gape at her, skyrocketing emotions ripping back and forth through his big frame. Big doll! And the way she was looking, smiling at him! Something was going to happen between them! It was for friggin' sure, because he couldn't hold himself back, and she didn't look as if she wanted him to…!
"Damn, Sara…!" he choked, gaping down at her vibrant liveliness, almost naked and childlike next to him, yet the voluptuousness of her mature young body firing his brain with the truth!
Jay hardly knew what he did as he swept an arm around her, lifting her from the floor as if she were weightless, her softly curved body burning into his as he held her there and kissed her full on her receptive mouth! He sensed her arms wrapping around his neck, her luscious, vibrant body clinging passionately to him when he rammed his hot, thick tongue into her tiny mouth like a raping snake!
"Oh… oh, Jay…!" she hotly hissed into his face when they broke and he still held her. "I-I needed that, darling! Honest to God… I really needed it!"
He let her down easy, his breathing rasping from his lungs like a bellows. "I… I got carried off there, Sara… baby! Goddamn! You're something else…"
"Oh please? Don't be sorry! I don't want you to be sorry, Jay darling!" she partially whimpered.
The big writer's head reeled! He had to keep hold of himself! He looked at his watch! "Listen… Stan will be closin' and coming home! It's after six! I better get out of here…!"
"What about your wife, Beth?" she put to him.
"Oh, she's out tonight. No problem there, but we don't want to get you in the bag…"
"Here, let me put some of this iodine on those scratches," the raven-haired young wife said as he released her and she swabbed the tincture over the bloodied gashes. "It'll only burn for a minute." She finished and looked up at him. "Thank you for everything, darling Jay."