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I didn't start thrusting immediately, but waited a bit to allow her body to get used to my size. When I was certain she was open to me, I began my thrust.
She feels so tight!
Baseball scores! Baseball scores! You can't come yet!
At each thrust, we became more adjusted to one another.
I increased my pace, then moved into her harder and faster. Her tightness drove me to the brink. A wave of ecstasy built up within me, and just as I was about to erupt, I heard her cry out that she was coming again. Almost at the same time, I shot into her.
I crashed on her, though supporting my weight with my arms. We panted as we tried to catch our breath. Sex with her was mind-blowing. I couldn't remember when I have ever been in a pussy as tight as she was. I rolled onto my side and then my back. We both stared at the ceiling, neither of us saying a word. She soon rested her head on my chest, and we both fell asleep. Or at least she did.
I waited till I was certain she was sound asleep. I gently took her head off my chest and placed it on a pillow, then I put on my clothes and went to my room. The sex was great, but I didn't want to wake up in her room.
I had found myself attracted to her all through the evening. While she answered my questions at the festival, all I could think of was my cock in her pussy … even though I tried to convince myself that I wasn't there to meet new women. But when I got the chance to act on the urges I had been fighting all night, I didn't hesitate to take it.
The next morning, I made sure to avoid Lindsey, just for her comfort. I didn't want her to feel weird or wrong about it.
Sex? Always great with a partner like her. So open with her body.
But, man, you haveother pressing reasons for being here.
I needed to find a new idea. I needed to become creative again. And if I were to get involved with her beyond this one-night thing, she would be a huge distraction that I couldn't afford.
Since the Lodge had no weight room, I went out for a hard run.
Two days passed, and I didn't see Lindsey. I always tried to go out when I was pretty certain she was in her room, or in a part of the Lodge our paths wouldn't cross.
After my daily runs, I wandered the grounds and the building where my room was located and noticed more and more the shabbiness of the place. And I remembered what Lindsey had said about buying food for meals on a day-to-day basis.
Maybe she has cash flow problems? Is she really struggling?
Since I had been here there had been very few guests, certainly not a full house.
I wasn't getting any creative ideas in the Lodge, so I decided to go out. That evening I left the Lodge and took a stroll to a bar I had seen on our drive to the festival; it was within a walkable distance from the house. The walk would clear my head. I noticed locals looking at me and felt uncomfortable. I ignored them.
I thought I would find sanctuary in the bar, but as soon as I walked in all conversation stopped.
Are they always like this to outsiders?
If they are, no wonder Lindsey has trouble selling her lodge to visitors.
I got to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. The female bartender seemed cheerful enough. I had been scared that I would be turned away.
Relax! Your money is good here.
I sat to enjoy my whiskey; it was the first I had drank since I came to town. I couldn't deny that I missed the comfort of my own home quite badly. But I was determined to make headway with my work before I left town.
"We meet again, city boy," an unfortunately familiar voice said from behind me. I turned to see the same man who had made us leave the festival with his taunts. Ken.
Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse.
My first thought was to ignore him so that maybe he would go away. But knowing his kind, I knew he wouldn't go away no matter what I did.
"So you're the one who's keeping Miss Lindsey company now, eh?" he asked.
Could she be so loud-mouthed to have told someone else we’d had sex? I couldn’t imagine her doing that, but the thought bothered me.
“You are misinformed," I said, against my better judgment.
