She wondered if she had some kind of new look in her eye that drew men to her. Perhaps her feelings showed on her face? Maybe there was an odor about her, like a bitch in heat, that drew men like bees to flowers. Men somehow knew that she wanted dick, that she loved having a man's prick in her pussy and in her mouth.
She smiled. She wondered if her husband would recognize his wife. He probably wouldn't understand the new spell that had come over her. Her husband would never believe that she could actually take a man's cock in her mouth and swallow a man's jism.
"I need a drink," Lynn said.
She was going to do something she'd never done before. She'd never gone into a place alone before and she'd never gone into the type of joints that she saw along the highway. But there was something braver in her backbone and she had to stop.
She pulled her car into the parking lot of the shoddy little joint and stopped. She looked at the trucks in the parking lot and she almost lost her nerve. But then she shrugged her shoulder. She thought she was a completely new woman and now was the time to prove it. There was no sense in staying the timid little housewife any longer. She had been fucked every way possible. There was nothing anybody could do to her that hadn't been done before. There was no reason to be frightened of anybody who would be inside.
"I'm going in," she said. "It's hot and I need that drink."
She was talking to herself to build up her courage. She got out of her car and walked across the parking lot and into the cool, dark interior of the building. Inside was much like she expected. There was a smell of cheap beer and perfume. There was loud music playing. There was a girl, half naked, dancing in a box above the room. Lynn couldn't help but compare herself to the girl. Lynn had her beat by a mile. The girl was tall and skinny and she danced like she was tired. Probably a little place like this couldn't afford a better looking girl.
She felt all the heads turning toward her when she walked to the bar. They were looking at her lustfully and she was pleased by the attention. The place was full of big, beefy looking men. They were the kind of men who had once frightened her. She felt no fear as she sat down at the bar. Only a kind of nervous apprehension.
"Lady," the bartender spoke to her. "You don't want to drink in here."
"Why not?" she asked.
"This is kind of a rough place," he said. "It's no place for a lady like you."
"Today I don't feel like a lady," she said. "And I'm hot and thirsty and I'd like a drink."
"It's your funeral," he said. The bartender didn't ask what she wanted. Instead he put a beer down in front of her. She reached into her purse for change and a hand clamped down on top of hers. The hand felt impossibly strong. She looked up and found a huge, blond headed man grinning at her.
"I'd like to pay for that," he said. "If you'll let me."
"I'll let you," she said.
He sat down beside her. He put the money on the bar and ordered a beer for himself. The bartender gave him a sour look, but he went for the beer.
"I'm Scott Talbot," he said to her. "I haven't seen you in here before."
"That's because I've never been in here before," she said.
"Now that's a shame," he said. "A beautiful woman like you. We didn't know what we were missing."
Lynn sipped at her drink. She found that she liked this tall hulk of a man who sat beside her. He was wearing bluejeans and a faded work shirt that had the sleeves cut out. He was a welcome change from the fat banker. His muscles bulged when he moved and it caused a ripple of excitement on the insides of her thighs. She found that she wanted to know this good looking man a little better.
"You didn't tell me your name," he pointed out.
"I'm Lynn Nobles," she said.
"That name suits you," he said. "I believe you're about the nicest looking thing that's come in here in a long while. You're pretty enough to be a movie star."
"Thank you," she said. She was blushing. She sipped at her drink again. She was getting a nice feeling. It was nice sitting there talking to Scott and feeling a little tipsy. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of a man. Sure, she had enjoyed the sex. But she hadn't really liked any of the men she'd had sex with. Scott seemed like an interesting man.
"What do you do?" she asked. "I mean, for a living?"
"I do a lot of things," he said. "Sometimes I drive a truck, but mostly I farm."
"You a farmer?" she asked.
"There's nothing wrong with being a farmer," he said defensively. She suddenly understood that Scott was feeling a little unsure of himself around her. He probably thought she was some kind of money-married woman, who was out for a little fun. He would really be surprised if she told him the truth.
"There's nothing wrong with that," she agreed quickly. "I'd like to see your farm."
"You would?"
"Sure. I'm in the mood to see it now."
She was trying not to sound like a pick-up. For some reason she wanted this man to respect her as well as like her. But she knew what was going to happen if he got her alone. She wanted it. She needed some good hard fucking from a man who would wipe the memory of the fat banker completely out of her mind.
Scott moved closer to her. She didn't move away when his knee pressed her thigh.
"You want to go now?" he asked.
"Why not?"
"Well finish your beer, sugar," he said.
They were given many jealous looks by the other men in the bar, as Scott took her arm and escorted her outside. She felt shiverish from having his fingers against her. She looked at Scott and he was grinning as proudly as a peacock showing off.
He put his arm around her slender waist and squeezed. She felt a powerful strength in his grasp. It wasn't the kind of strength that John had. Scott's was a new kind of strength, like he wasn't only strong but dependable. It had been a while since she had been with a man who made her feel that way. She felt warm toward him. And willing. Very, very willing.
"How far is your farm?" she asked him.
"Not far," Scott answered. "It's not a very big place, but I think you'll like it."
"I know I will," she said.
His small, well kept farm was about three miles out of town. The farm house looked exactly like a farm house in a picture. So did the red barn. She saw a horse in the pasture. It was everything she had thought it would be.
Scott came around and opened the door for her.
"Oh Scott," she said. "It's grand. I love it!"
She proved her point by standing on her toes and giving Scott a long, wet kiss. She felt tension go through his body. One of his big, rough hands stroked her back. Finally he shuddered and pushed her away.
"You shouldn't kiss a man like that," he said. "Especially a man like me. It's been a long time since a woman's been out here. It makes me want to do things."
"Well, what's stopping you?" she asked.
She'd been teasing him but it was like waving a red cape at a angry bull. He grabbed her and lifted her in his arms. He carried her as easily as he would have carried a baby. He kicked open his front door and took her inside.
She'd known many men lately, but none of them had the hunger she felt in this man.
"Hey," she said. "Take it easy."
But Scott wouldn't take it easy. He carried her into the cool, dimly lit bedroom. He dropped her on her back and stood back to look at her. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her short skirt had slid back to reveal her ivory colored thighs and his mouth watered. Hex big tits pushed out like they were inviting him to grab hold of them.
He dropped down on top of her. His mouth covered hers and he tasted her sweet lips again. He also tasted her tiny little tongue darting into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against hers and he felt his cock growing harder. She wiggled sensuously against him and he felt those big hot tits pushing on his chest like she was naked.