Chapter 7 of Princess and the Homecomimg.
Out of the shadows he stepped. The moon was huge and I recognized the cowboy hat first. What was he doing here? Of all places I didn’t expect Mr. Pole dancer. I had heard that the gulf course was a cruisy spot after dark, but Durham here now...?
His shirt was unbuttoned and I could see that he was stroking his chest. The hazy light making the warm putting green glow. As were his eyes, caught like the eyes of a big cougar in the night, shining. Seeing them, I relaxed a bit, here of all places. What on earth was he doing here?
“ Wow, that was some trick jackrabbit! You cleared that eight footer without any effort. This must be my lucky day.” His smile big and friendly. I could tell he wanted to pick up where we had left off in G’s office earlier. He began to take his shirt off. “What say we... I mean, I didn’t think you would be the kind of guy to...” The smirk on his face was beginning to get to me. He smelled of sexy mischief.
There was only one reason for a cat to be out on the 5th green this late. He was looking or hooking or both. On the prowl. I was beginning to wonder about this ranch man with the slow hand.
“Jerry said lot of guys hook up at the 5th after dark. Most of um' had been here. I was feeling a little, well you know...so I thought I’d check it out.” Unconsciously rubbing his crotch he moaned. "What the hell you doing jumping the fence. There’s a walk through right over there." Durham turned and pointed south of the green. "Right there's where he dropped me off."
I’d often seen guys emerging from that spot but never dared to find out where it lead. "I didn't exactly have a choice, sweet cheeks, I almost..."
He didn't wait for my answer. “Come on I’ll show ya." He grabbed my hand in his and pulled us towards the tree line. His washboard side warm, I could feel his body heat. My heart raced. His grip firm. We were in stride. I was begining to feel safe and excited. We stopped at the edge where the two paths veered outward from the spot. "Down there’s the way out," he hesitated, “ but up that a way...”
Durham turned, and roped me in, face to face now. “Up there's a rodeo going on. A naked one." He whispered, "What say you and I do a little bareback riding partner.” He leaned into my lips and planted the longest kiss I can ever remember on me. My tongue darted back and forth with his. My wanting began to push against my jeans. He had soft full lips. Grabbing my hair he pulled me in closer. Hips meeting, sweet corn scotch breath. I could feel his other hand on my crotch. Wanting, we became entwined, like barbwire on a hitchin’ post.
Up the hill past an enormous Oak woods the path spilled out to a clearing. A secret room, perfectly lit by the moon. A storm must have knocked down an old Red Oak leaving this grassy opening. A forest rotunda. The park district had left several of the giant slices placed at intervals around the edge, to big or to lazy to dispose of I guess. It didn't matter the set was dressed.
We weren't alone, several shadowy figures, seemed to be dancing in the tall grass. It seemed as if the foliage was alive, swaying, breathing, figures moving about the trunk pieces. The play had begun without us. Now quiet moans, soft sounds of lust drifting out towards us. There were players all around us. Lustfull lines spoken softly. Taunts whispered about.
Durham pulled me over to an ancient round disk seemingly unoccupied where we could be alone. Scooping up my butt with both of his massive hands he lifted me, placing me atop his lap. Passionately, curiously we explored each other.
“Finally... damn I wanted you this way.” Mouths, tongues, tastes, smells, hunger. Slowly we undressed one another in the warm night. Exploring, biting, sucking. First me then him then me. My skin felt like warm honey in the night air, he tasted like salty sweet southern scotch. I drank in more, nibbling his ear. He oozed sex. It was intoxicating. We rocked in each others arms for what seemed hours. Earnestly wanting more. I felt his desire rise, hotter with more fervent. I pictured him dancing earlier that night to Donna Summers' I feel love. His slow rhythmic moves. It’s so good...it's so good... it's so good. I feel love...I feel love...I didn’t want the music to stop.
Later as we peeled ourselves apart all I could think was...I wanted you this way...
I was begining to rethink Texas... I never figured I’d like Texas.
Every thing’s bigger in Texas!
Thanks Donna and Youtube
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