CHAPTER 5
Colt
I drop the plastic shopping bag on the bed and immediately start stripping out of my clothes.
I was able to find a department store close by and I bought a handful of shirts and some underwear to last me a few days. I hadn’t even brought a change of clothes on this trip, but now it was apparent I’d need to be prepared to be here…a few days at least.
I could see in Carol’s eyes that something wasn’t right. This isn’t the life for her. She’s sharp as a tack and energetic as a newborn puppy. I think the big city is taking that from her. I didn’t like the way she reacted to those two douchebags from her office.
Out of respect for her I didn’t make a fuss, but boy did I ever want to go over there and show those guys what it feels like to be bullied. That’s not my style, because back home it never has to be. Everybody treats everyone else with respect. The way those guys were treating Carol? Well, I can give them a taste of their own medicine. A six foot five inch two hundred twenty-five pound taste of their own medicine. And I’m all muscle. They try and hit me they’ll likely break their own wrists, and ain’t no way their punch is gonna do a lick of damage.
But we’ll get that sorted out for her, and for them, real quick.
But right now I need to sort out this massive erection that’s so hard it’s pointing skyward…not just straight out, but straight up. Damn, my dick aches for her. A couple more whiskeys and no telling what might have happened.
I go into the shower and turn on the water letting it run cold. It doesn’t help.
My rod’s like a steel pole that won’t bend or break. You could hang a feedsack from it right now and it would still be as straight and strong as my reinforced barn door back home.
I fiddle with the tiny bottle of shampoo in the shower rack, squeezing half of it in my hand.
I lather it up with both hands, keeping the bubbles in my right hand. I drop my hand underneath my cock, setting my cock in my palm and then I close my eyes.
I run my hand forward and back along the bottom of my shaft. Two strokes later I wrap my fingers around taking as much of my cock as I can into my grasp. It’s just too big right now to get my entire hand around.
I breathe out hard through my nose and flashback to Carol’s final year on my ranch. When she was eighteen or nineteen and she was bending over to shovel that hay. She’d scoop it in the pitchfork and then rotate at her middle to toss it to the side. The way her thigh muscles fired as she squatted to fork the hay. The way her glutes fired as she hoisted it the other direction. The way her back stayed straight and stiff even when angled. Damn, that body of hers was a work of art. She was built for farm work.
And gettin fucked. By me.
And that’s exactly what I imagine as my grip tightens and I picture Carol here in the shower with me as I bend at the knees so our waists line up and then I raise up imagining my dick sliding inside her tight hole. I imagine it’s her first time, and it might not even be a stretch to think so. I never saw her with a boy back home.
My grip tightens even more as I thrust into my hands. I can feel her pussy clamping down on my cock and it sends me over the edge as I blow my load all over the tiles. My body shakes and a second load follows the first.
I lean forward placing my palm on the tiles and my forehead on the back of my hand. I’m breathing hard. I look down and see my cock is still hard as a rock. It’ll calm down in a minute. I hope so at least. This is unchartered territory we’re treading on here. I ain’t never felt something so strong for a woman before like what I’m feeling for Carol.
Sure, a lot of it’s lust, but there’s a whole lot more to it than just that.
I’ve known her forever. She’s good stock. Her dad’s a good man and he raised a true lady. She’s a woman I can trust and one I can build something with. We already have a bit of a foundation. Now I just need to bring in the cement truck and lay that foundation thick and deep and the two of us will be so solid there’ll be nothing stopping us from taking this thing all the way to the sky.
But first I need to see her again. Not in my imagination, but for real.