He growled. Low. Deep.
She shivered against the worn smooth post in the corner of the living room. Her clothes hanging in strips around her exauhsted body. The faint smell of newly cut wood and leather rising up to meet her. Why she had agreed to these games, she will never know. It all started to innocently.
Her strong legs buckled under the weight of her bags. The leashes for her two busy puppies tugging back and forth, wrapping around her ankles. “New here it seems.” She startled, nearly dropped the bags and the leashes. “You are standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Taking up the whole walk space.” She imagined muscular arms opening and closing, demonstrating her “rude” behavior. She could smell something familiar in the air. Leather? Whatever it was it annoyed her. Couldn’t he see she needed some help? “Oy, don’t forget your veggies. Dropped ’em.”
The nerve. If her hands were free. If the dogs weren’t there. *be nice* she chided. *No use poking up the new neighbor with some sassy attitude. You moved all the way to a new country for a change. You are determined to be a happier, less stressed person* A deeper breath in and out, she let go of the frustration. Just like her guided meditation steps said to do forcing a smile onto her face she slowly turned. “Hi, could you be so helpful and …”
It was his eyes that stopped her first. His amused and dancing eyes assessing her. Knowing she needed help. Knowing he could offer it, calmly he stood leaning against her car. Rolling his thick fingers together against his pants. The toe of his boot resting calmly on the walk way. In his other hand her carrots looked strangled, she thought. Like he could just .. choke the life out of something with those big .. powerful .. unf. Calloused hands.
He offered the carrots to her. Slowly. Their rough texture resting on her lips. He smirked. The dulcet tones of his accent ripped through her pelvis when he offered one mind blowing word. “Open.” She did. Right there in the middle of the street. She opened her mouth to hold the carrots. “Now where’s the keys, ay?” Her eyes dropped to the wiggling fingers of her left hand. He snickered. “All tangled up and everywhere to go.” The warm flesh of those enticing hands circled around her fingers. Working quickly to untangle her bondage. He freed the keys. “Best not take anything. You’re like a set of stacked blocks. Might just topple over if I pull something out.”
She watched him. The way his pants hugged his thighs. Then the way the fabric worked over a toned rump. *get it together* she warned herself *walk. Follow him. He has your damn keys!* she moved cautiously up the walk. Following closely. He unlocked the door and stepped inside to hold it open “Nice set up you got here. But unless you mean for me to see you stark naked you might want to close your shades in the morning.” His voice moved in waves over her as she set the bags down in the living room.
“I’ve been wondering”, he said casually, “what you get so worked up about around 2 every morning. Your moans cause me to get no sleep.” She removed the carrots and smiled. “Well that’s none of your damn business. Is it? Now thank you for your speedy assitance but you can kindly leave my doorstep.” He stepped back seeming momentarily affronted. “A southern girl eh?” His dark chuckle filled her head with warm pulsing thoughts. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
Months passed with them skirting around one another. Her sassy sideways glances, his cool nonchalant demeanor. She remembered to keep her drapes drawn and her grocery trips light. But fuck him if he didn’t like seeing her naked. Every now and again she could hear him talking on the phone. His voice always bringing to mind hauntingly sexual thoughts that she brushed away.
The Holidays rolled around and she was curled up on the couch with a glass of wine. The dogs chasing some new found ball. A sharp noise caught her attention and she peeked out the window. Her “new” neighbor stood in his front yard, drunk and … what was he wearing. A Santa suit? She laughed as the oversized bag tangled up in his boots. Giggled again as he nearly fell over trying to untangle himself. Slowly she stood and slipped her feet into a pair of shoes.
“Looks like you need some rescuing.” His fierce eyes caught her off guard again. “Ah. It’s you. Miss Southern United States.” He grumbled under his breath as she knelt down to untangle his bags from his feet. Giggling at his drunk predicament, time froze when she felt his fingers slide through her hair. They felt exactly as she remembered. His fist closed for a moment and titled her head up. She bit her lip fighting a moan. “Santa says you’ve been quite naughty with your cheeky behavior. Come inside”
Now two hours later her naked breasts hung heavy and bruised. She watched Santa rub oil onto his hands, warming them as he sauntered over. The slow trail of his bites marked fire down her belly toward her dripping center. As his mouth newred he said one word “Open”. She did.
This short snippet and more were inspired by a lovely friend of mine. Our overseas flirtation and his wonderful photos often causing me to have,some times, very naughty thoughts. He’s so graciously allowed me to use the photo that inspired this tale. I hope it inspires you a bit too.
The delectable man himself, you can see him and his amazing work on fetlife. FH_CREATIONS
Happy holidays my lovely friends.