I see him twice a week, well almost. Just to look at him, brings shivers down my spine. He was probably in his late fifties, about 6 feet tall. With salt and pepper hair, cut real short military syle. His brown eyes often showed stress, but I could see through them. There was something special about him, what I am not sure. He was a dashing man his clothes so clean and crisp, not typical for a rancher. For eight long years we talked a quick, “hi, how are you?” or “the weather is good today, I am glad the rain finally stopped.” Was all he ever said to me. I wanted to tell him on how much I wanted to know him better but, I know I shouldn’t. He was married, I think. I purposely came around the counter or out from the stocking the shelves just to brush pass him. To smell his cologne and to touch him was so mystical to me.
I happen to be on the ranch one day, for a parade. He was there, dressed in his Sunday best. I try not to get to close to him but, he comes over to me. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” He said. I could not believe what I was hearing. “Sure.” I answered casually. I follow him down the road for a spell in my car. We pull into the parking lot of the cafe and go inside. We sit down with our coffees and talk. It was like we had known each other for years, old friends just catching up. After we finish our coffee he asks if I would like a tour of the ranch. Of course, I say yes. We spend about an hour or so touring around the vast ranch. We stop at a small lake, under a big maple tree. He puts the windows down and turns off the truck. He looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes of his, I can feel myself melting away. He speaks quietly to me, I have to give myself a shake he was putting me under his spell. “I know you have feelings for me; I see it in your eyes and feel it when you brush against me.” He said. I was speechless; he did notice me all those years. What was I suppose to say. He leans over and quietly says, “May I.” “Yes,” I whispered. With my heart thumping so fast, I was afraid I might do something stupid to ruin this moment. He kisses me ever so gently, I couldn’t move. Oh, how I wanted more, I think he must have sensed it to. This time his gentle kiss was full of passion, as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. It is darting back and forth, to and fro exploring every inch of my mouth. I can taste the sweetness in his mouth yet, feel the full desire of his passion. As he stops for a breath, he looks at me and says, “Mmm not bad at all, I am starting to feel better, what about you?” I open my mouth to say something but, nothing comes out.

We carry on kissing each other passionately for quite some time, both of us starving for more. I can feel his hand upon my breast squeezing harder as his kisses become stronger. I can feel and taste the sweet sweat of his body. I lower my hand wanting to touch the bulge still growing in his pants. He stops me and says, “not yet my love.” His hand under my top now is moving quickly from one nipple to the next squeezing them harder. I carefully start undoing his shirt buttons, oh how I wished for snaps. I press myself up against his bare chest, feeling his heart and breathing patterns race upon my face. I suck one of his nipples into my mouth. He moans and pushes me back. He raises my top exposing my full breasts for him to see. I soon feel him sucking eagerly upon my breast. I lower my hand once again, this time I know he can’t stop me. I unzip his pants and find his manhood largely erected uncomfortably in his underwear. I carefully let it out and start to rub it. As I rub his penis up and down, I knew I wanted more. I wanted him in me so badly I could feel the wetness grow between my legs. He continuously sucks away at my breasts, first the right then the left. He’s driving me crazy, I moan. His mouth comes up to mine and muffles my moans. We are lost in the moment of time. Kissing passionately, exploring what we could. Still playing with his manhood I feel him shake all over as he spills his juices all over my hand and himself. I am not ready to let go as I am not sure when the next time would be, if there was to be a next time. He darts his tongue into my mouth one last time. I try to bite it, just to keep it there longer. Our kisses come to a painful stop. We both look at each other shaking our heads in disbelief. Is this what we have been missing all these years, I do not know. After cleaning ourselves up and fixing our clothes properly, we continue on our way back to the little cafe. Once there we say our goodbyes. As I drive away I wondered if it would be different when I saw him again.

A couple nerve wrecking months have passed and I still have not seen him, I want so much to be in his arms again that it hurts. I want and need to feel loved again, as he had made me feel that day at the lake. I want him even more, just once to be inside of me, to make mad passionate love to me. Was I being selfish in wanting so much from just one man? I didn’t know the answer. It’s almost midnight and I am closing up the store. I lock the doors and turn walking down an aisle to go out the back door. Half way through the store I hear someone banging on the front door frantically; I turn around towards the door. I look; tears come to my eyes as I run towards him. I drop my keys trying to open the door. Shaking uncontrollably I unlock the door and run into his arms. Tears pour down my face, I am crying hysterically now. He lifts my chin ever so gently with his warm strong hand and wipes away the tears. His other hand draws me in closer to him, he lowers his lips on to mine. We stand there outside the doorway, locked in the power of love. As our lips part, he looks down at me and says, “Hi, how are you? Nice weather we’re having.” I smack him.

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