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I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, and then headed back to Pappy’s to get more information about Ginny. Maybe he could give me the information about where she was staying and why she was in town. Since I wasn’t able to get that information from her before she rode off; revving the damn bike so loudly that she couldn’t hear me speak. She was really trying to avoid me, but that wouldn't continue.
She would be screaming my name before she knew it. Honestly, this girl was too much work. Normally I wouldn’t waste another minute on her, but now it was like she was the forbidden fruit; enticingly delicious and entirely unattainable. I needed to get my dick wet pronto, maybe it would take my mind off her.
In the meantime, while plotting my next move, I needed a distraction. Maybe one in the form of a fiery redhead. I scanned the beach for long legs attached to an ass I wouldn’t mind staring at from behind. Normally I searched for the look of desperation, but truthfully, I needed one with a little self-worth. A bit of a challenge if I was being honest with myself.
A sea of sun-kissed skin had my interest piqued. It was a good day to be out on the prowl. The single moms chasing their rugrats around. When you helped them corral their heathens, they showed their gratitude on their knees.
The half-inebriated college girls sunbathed topless, begging for attention. Then there was my favorite population of vacationers; the divorced cougars. These women were goddesses. They knew exactly what they wanted and they didn’t expect romance afterward. They were entirely too busy with their own lives to worry about whether or not I could cuddle after a good lay. They were confident and fearless. They're usually down for just about anything in the bedroom and what man would not like to have a hot Milf wrapped around his cock for an afternoon.
Ding...ding...ding...The bells and whistles went off in my head when I spotted her. A cougar eyed me at eight o’clock. Long tan legs that stretched out for days. Auburn hair cut like a pixie, no-nonsense, yet sexy at the same time. Confident in the way she stared directly at my body like it was her own personal playground. Her eyes traveled from my toes slowly ravaging every inch of me to feast on all my assets.
I had no issues bedding a woman old enough to be my mother. As long as she didn’tlooklike my mother, I was game. All I saw were women. Confident women were my kryptonite and cougars came very close. Most of the time our excursions ended with them tapping my butt and biting my earlobe before heading back to their normal lives of PTA meetings and playdates. No expectations for more were ever discussed on either end of the partnership. Just an understanding that we were fulfilling each other's needs.
I tilted my head and gave her the come-talk-to-me-nod, and she walked in my direction. It was just what I needed to move on to the next step. She tried to sway her hips, which was lacking in comparison to Ginny’s, but I tried not to focus on the dislikes. I mentally smacked my head and tried to focus once again on this brown-eyed girl. I still couldn’t stop comparing all her features to the beautiful Virginia.
She was stunning. Her golden-brown skin shimmered with a speckle of freckles on every inch of exposed flesh. Her auburn hair was perfectly quaffed against her face. Her large-rimmed sunglasses gave her the wealthy vibe, which meant she had places to be, so she wouldn’t need to spend a lot of time with me. She smelled fresh and clean. A light powdery scent filled my nose and had my interest piqued. She tilted her glasses down and peered over them. Her lips moved; however, I didn’t hear a word she said and honestly didn’t care what she was asking.
My eyes wandered back over her shoulder to the Ginny look-alike who just turned over to tan her backside. The wave of desire that swept over me had me mesmerized. However, I had a sure thing staring right at me. A beautiful sure thing who came to me. What was I thinking? I focused my efforts on the woman in front of me and asked, “Want to come to my place?”
Unfortunately, she scrunched her nose. She must’ve noticed my indifference.Fuck.
She quickly changed her face to a gentle smile and said, “Enjoy your day at the beach, sexy,” and walked away, patting my ass and leaving my dick dryer than the Atacama Desert on a good day.
I tried again with some lady that seemingly resembled Ginny and I finally succeeded in bringing her back to my place. She walked around, looking at the wall decor. Good thing this was just a place for my hookups, I wouldn't want some psychopath coming over pissed off at me because I just wanted to screw her while trying to relax in my own home. It happened before, and I learned my lesson. Cops couldn’t do shit either. What’s the point of having a restraining order with no names to give, since I don’t even bother remembering it in the first place?
She examined every inch of my place. I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her curvy frame. Her body was soft and pliable under my touch. She was very responsive, pressing her body into me. Her little moans left the back of her throat causing my cock to stir.
She thrust her ass into me, and a whimper left her lips when she felt me pressed hard against her tight ass. I allowed my hands to travel up her stomach and grasped both of her breasts firmly within my grip and thrust my hips into her. She reached back and used her fingers to fondle my hair. Our bodies rubbed together in a dance of sensation.
I lifted each of her hands and placed them firmly on the wall and commanded her to stay put. I allowed my hands to roam her body, trailing down her arms until goosebumps pebbled her skin. I methodically massaged her skin until I reached the apex of her thighs. I tapped her thighs to cue her to spread them wider. She obeyed without a word. I continued my massage rubbing the wet spot on her leggings until the groans coming from the back of her throat sounded animalistic.
Her long blonde hair hung around her shoulders. I couldn’t even see her face. Which made it easier to imagine she was the one woman that I have been begging to bury my cock inside all day. The moment I imagined that Ginny was the one I was touching, I became a man possessed. I grasped her leggings that clung to her hips and yanked them down like a man on a mission. I spread her legs wider and dropped to my knees. I stared momentarily admiring the soft pink skin on display before me and couldn’t help but to start devouring her. Her reactions were making me harder with each moan and I already felt like I was about to explode, but I’ll be damned if I finish without being inside of her.
I stood and took the condom out of my back pocket and slid it on my hardness.
Without warning, I entered her slowly picturing Ginny sliding her skin-tight jeans down her curvy hips. Gripping her hair induced a moan from the back of my throat. I thrust my hips until I could no longer hold it. When I finally hit the spot, the fake Ginny and I fell off the edge together in a blissful symphony of guttural moans. We collapsed on the ground together and just stayed in eachothers arms basking in the euphoric bliss.
I awoke hours later on the floor alone. Just as I liked it, satisfied, and sated with the smell of sex permeating the air. I stretched my aching muscles and moaned loudly enough to echo throughout the room. The cool tile on my back felt good against my skin. I peered around the room in hopes to find that my lady friend had shown herself out and from what it appeared, she had.
GINNY
Crisis averted this time. Thanks to my Roadster. Hunt couldn’t stop staring at me. Years ago, his stare would have had me melting in my boots. Now all I saw was the stupid boy who used me. I vowed no one would make me feel like that again.
Yet, here I was, back home after some douchenozzle broke my heart. Not only did I find my ex, Adam, pinning the neighbor to the wall with his dick. I left him every dime we saved for the bike shop. We had been saving for three years, but my temper superseded my brain the moment I saw his bare ass and the surprise on her face. He didn’t even stop when he knew he was caught. The wicked grin on his face was the catalyst for my short-term psychosis.
I watched the fire blaze as I drove off in my Roadster. His naked ass standing outside the small cape cod rental and our whore of a neighbor wrapped in the rug, sneaking back into her run-down shack next door.
I could always make more money, but we had our ten thousand dollars down payment, and I killed myself working in that bar, serving the lowest of the low to make a quick buck while fixing up bikes on the side. I worked my fingers to the bone for nothing…
I thought he had changed, became a better man, more mature. But he had no respect for the businessorfor me.
As for Hunt, thinking I'd never see him again, today was a memory I wanted to keep buried. Of course, that wasn't the case, his stare fucked my insides and I needed to stay as far away as possible if I didn't want my life ruined once again.
As soon as I entered Pappy's house, his wife, Mary greeted me with a smile and a hug. Her sweet nature drew me to her with open arms and when she wrapped her arms around me the comfort of her soft embrace brought the essence of peace.
"Welcome back home, Sweet," she whispered in my ear, then she extended her arms to have a better look at me, "you sure changed a lot Missy," her infectious smile never left her delicate face. Her brown eyes were warm like chocolate. Her soft features moved with ease.
"It’s good to be back," I always loved the smell of the salty beach, just something about it that calmed me. I answered while looking at my clothing attire, "Yes, I hope it’s a good change, I do feel good."
