“Jack, what do you do out there?”
“On the road?”
“Yeah, what’s it like?”
Erin watched as he took the corner of his napkin and cleaned his mouth up. She’d noticed his impeccable table manners and was quite impressed. “Well,” he began, “it’s a lot of open land, and sky, and I like that. I like to those things, nature and whatnot. It makes me feel like I am connected to the earth. Working them oilrigs hurt my soul, seeing nothing but dirt, grime and smog for sixty hours a week really screwed me up. Before I worked up there I took nature and all her beauty for granted, but not anymore. No, now I need to see as much beauty as possible, and as often as possible.” He stared right into Erin’s eyes as he said those final words and she nearly fainted. There was no mistaken what had just occurred and Erin had to look away. She felt herself blushing and looked away. How should she respond to such obvious flirting? She decided to say nothing and simply smile.
The two lonely souls finished dinner in near silence. The tension in the room was thick and Erin was certain she was about to have her carnal dreams fulfilled.
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“So tell me about yourself Erin. What made you move from the city to out here.” The pair were sitting on the couch in the living room sipping wine and eating small pieces of the apple pie Erin had baked for dessert. The question caught her off guard, as she wasn’t used to Jack taking the lead in any conversation, never mind inquiring about her life. The sexual tension from dinner had dissipated and Erin had begun to worry she’d mistaken Jack’s overture for something it wasn’t. She also feared he was having second thoughts because of his deceased wife, Sarah, but realized there wasn’t much she could do about that. She already felt a little crappy for trying to seduce a man who still loved somebody else, and decided she was just about done trying to force the issue with Jack Riggans. If he wanted her, he could have her. If he didn’t, well then it wasn’t the first time Erin had been rejected, but it would certainly sting the hardest.
“Well, I was born and raised in Chicago and life was pretty tough early on. Eventually my mother got a decent job and moved us closer to what somebody might call “civilization” but those early hard years had a profound effect on me. I think because I grew up in such a cramped and violent environment that I have always sought refuge of some sort. I wouldn’t say I was miserable living in the city, but I certainly was never content either. I’ve been taking trips across the country all my life, perhaps looking for a place that felt more like “home”, but I never found somewhere that felt right. Until I came to North Dakota and found this cabin, anyway.”
Jack nodded and downed the rest of his wine. “You’re a very brave woman,” he said. “Moving out here took a lot of courage, especially since you’re surrounded by nothing by white faces, and I commend you for that.”
Erin smiled and couldn’t recall the last time someone had made her feel so special. Dinner had gone just about as well as she could have hoped and now the two were less than a foot away from each other and drinking wine. The sexual tension was thick, but there was till the giant elephant in the corner: Sarah, Jack’s dead wife. Erin decided it was time to bring her up and get it out of the way. She took a deep breath and took the plunge. “Jack, there’s something I need to ask you and I apologize ahead of time. “It’s about your ex——“
Jack moved forward and placed his fingers over Erin’s mouth. She looked up into his hazy eyes and watched as he inched closer and kissed her on plump lips. The kiss was electric and sent shivers throughout her body. “Jack, are you sure you want to do this?” he ignored her and picked up her up off the couch and held her in his arms. Erin felt like a little girl cradled in his strong arms laid back in delight as he carried her upstairs and into the master bedroom.
Jack laid Erin on the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. She offered no resistance and their tongues clashed as both their bodies prepared for the forthcoming activities. Erin could feel her pussy pulsating and couldn’t recall the last time, if ever; a man had made her so horny. She’d always grown up finding most men sort of dorky, but here was one who made her lips swell like no brother ever had. She could usually tell within an instant of kissing a man how good the sex would be, and after feeling Jack’s tongue tussle with hers, she knew she was about to be ravished.
“Jack,” she moaned, “Please be gentle.” He growled and playfully bit her neck, causing Erin to quake in his arms. He ran his tongue along her cream colored skin, removed her shirt and took a hardened nipple in his mouth. Jack flecked his tongue and Erin groaned into the night. With his mouth pressed tightly to her bosom, Jack unbuttoned Erin’s jeans and spread her legs wide. His eyes fell upon her throbbing lips and Erin shuddered. The desire emanating from the middle of her legs was strong and Erin found herself pushing her mound closer to Jack’s mouth. His tongue found its way down her tensed goose bumped inner thigh and when he passed over her bald mound she shrieked.