“Very good,” Jack said. “You are progressing well and as long as you keep practicing there is no reason you can’t become an expert marksman, or markswoman, in this case. Erin smiled and felt her attraction to the rugged outdoorsman grow deeper. Not only was he physically attractive, but his Zen-like state also drew Erin in. She was always worrying about something and knew it was an unhealthy way to live life, but she didn’t know how to stop her mind from wondering down the rabbit hole. Still, she had hope. When she had the rifle in her hands and was entirely focused on her breathing and the target in front of her, Erin felt at peace.
Jack pulled her out of her haze. “Do you want to ride back and check out that leak, or would you like to take some more target practice?” Erin had forgotten all about the leak and looked up at Jack. “Can you teach me to fix the leak like you’re teaching me to shoot a gun?” She realized her tone was that of a child speaking to her father and she blushed. There was no way the man could not know the effect he had on her and Erin decided to stop trying to hide her admiration for the man. She would be more forthright with her desires and if rejected her, then so be it. At least she would know if he was interested in her sexually, and if it turned out he wasn’t, she could begin to cultivate a friendship with the man. Jack Riggans had a certain aura about himself and Erin wanted a sip of whatever he was drinking.
“Let’s head back,” she answered. “The sun is a little intense right now, and I don’t want my tan to get any darker.”
Jack nodded and motioned for her to follow him. He walked to a patch of trees behind the range and moved a bundle of brush that was covering up his motorcycle. He must camp out here when it's not raining, Erin thought to herself. Explains why he's always around when I go shooting.
"You gonna be ok on the back of my bike?"
Erin nodded and watched as the bow-legged stud mounted his steel horse and put out a calloused hand to assist her in climbing aboard. Erin gripped him by the forearm and felt his muscles turn to stone and he hoisted her ass onto the bike.
“Wrap your hands around my waist,” he instructed and Erin obliged. He turned the key and the beast roared awake. Erin felt the rumbling between her legs and sighed. This ride was certain to make her horny as hell.
After checking to make sure Erin was secure, Jack picked his foot off the ground and the two were on their way. Jack rode much quicker than Erin expected to and she gripped him tightly out of fear of falling from the bike and killing herself. Jack’s midsection was hard and as Erin bounced up and down against the hard saddle on the bitch seat she felt herself moisten. “Oh my God,” she thought, “I hope I don’t have an orgasm while I’m back here. Erin could see the cabin in the distance and closed her eyes and begged her body to cooperate. “Please, not right now,” she begged, “just let me make it home without making a fool of myself and I promise to finish the job myself, in a nice warm bath with candles lit…Erin moaned and realized she was just making matters worse.
“Are you ok back there,” Jack hollered back. “Are the bumps hurting you?”
“I’m fine,” Erin lied, “just focus on the road.”
Jack reduced the bikes speed. The turbulence from the ride lessened and Erin regained some of her composure. There were nearly at the cabin by now and she began to relax. At the very least she wasn’t going to cum all over Jack’s hog, at least not his steel one and for that she was grateful.
Jack pulled the bike alongside the cabin and helped Erin off. She could feel the wetness between her legs as her swollen lips grazed against each other and she had to down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning as she jumped off the bike. She watched as Jack swung himself down and took special notice of the bulge in his crotch. Jack Riggans wore his jeans tight and Erin was treated to quite the show, however brief it was. “Maybe that’s why he walks the way he does…”
When her peep show came to an end, Erin led the man into the house and pointed at the kitchen sink. “I heard it leaking the other day and when I looked under the sink there was a small puddle. I did my best to stop it, but truth be told I have no idea what to do under there. I’m sorry to bother you with something that’s probably an easy fix.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said and crouched down to get a better look under the sink. He fiddled around for about thirty seconds and asked headed towards the pantry and came back out with a toolbox Erin had noticed when she was cleaning. She had tried to move the toolbox on her own, but it was too damn heavy. She watched as Jack effortlessly carried it across the kitchen and wished he were around all the time. Erin felt completely at ease when Jack was around and began to hope the sink proved to be a complex job. She doubted it would be, however, and frowned when Jack bent under the sink and got to work.