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Chad Derry pulled the twelve-pack of Bud Light out of the display cooler at the local wine and beer shop. A twelve pack along with the full six-pack and a couple of singles in his 'fridge at home should just about do it for the day. His plan consisted primarily of drinking until he couldn't think and then passing out. It'd been six months since his divorce was final; a year of hell before that. And this morning his ex had canceled his visit with his six-year-old daughter. The Ex and daughter were going to San Antonio to do some shopping. He hadn't seen little Becky in three weeks and this was supposed to be his weekend. He'd been looking forward to it for a while, had even spent most of his money on a nice gift for her. He was going to take her to the park, push her on the swings, and play with her all day. A full day of doing whatever she wanted. Now he was going to go get drunk. Hell of a world he lived in.
The bell above the door rang and a gorgeous Hispanic woman in painted on black pants and a deep blue halter top that looked to be a couple of sizes too small strutted in. Her beautiful deep brown eyes, high cheek bones, long aristocratic nose, and full lips were the complete package. Her breasts were large and looked firm. He could plainly see her nipples poking out through the thin fabric of her blouse. His eyes flowed down over her beautiful curves. Her waist wasn't thin, but she wasn't at all fat. It flared out to her wide hips and as she headed down the red wine aisle he saw her full ass, perfectly showcased in those incredibly tight pants. She was a wet dream walking around in the daytime and every move she made exuded sex.
He watched her pick out two bottles of wine and then head to the checkout. Suddenly realizing that he'd just been standing there staring at her the whole time, Chad shook himself into motion to get in line behind her. When he reached her, she was digging through her purse for cash to pay out. The cashier, a grumpy old woman with gray stringy hair, was impatiently tapping her finger on the counter as the beautiful woman searched through her bag.
"Looks like a hell of a party to me." Chad tried to keep his eyes on the bottles of wine on the counter but despite his best efforts they slid down to her gorgeous ass.
She turned and Chad forced his eyes up, over her breasts, and what beautiful breasts they were, especially close up, and then to her eyes. She was smiling at him. Her beautiful smile lit the whole world up. It was playful, sexy, and naughty all in one and he felt himself grinning like a drunk sailor.
The woman looked him up and down suggestively and then licked her lips. "Could be." She said with a slight Hispanic accent that fit her face perfectly.
He was quite a bit taller than her, he was taller than most men, and his height gave him an intoxicating view of her ample cleavage spilling out of the too-small halter. The deep blue contrasted beautifully with her deep mocha complexion. The woman carelessly dropped her change into her purse and stepped to the side but didn't leave.
Chad checked out, paying for the twelve pack with the last twenty in his wallet. When he finished the woman was still standing there, almost like she was waiting for him. He gave her his best smile and started for the door. To his surprise, she walked beside him. At the door, she put her hand on his arm.
"You busy?" She asked.
"Not if you need me not to be. You need a knight in shining armor?" Chad grinned at her.
"Not a knight, just a hard cock. You have a place near here?"
"Wooee. You don't mince words, do you? My place is about eight blocks south off of Pioneer Drive." Chad looked her over again. She didn't look threatening but this kind of shit just didn't happen.
"I'll follow you. If you are game." The woman smiled at him and licked her lips again. Damn. That mouth was sexy.
"Are you a hooker?" Part of him hoped she said no, but he really expected her to admit she was just trolling for a John.
The woman laughed! "Nope. Just horny and in a hurry."
He looked her up and down again. If she wasn't a prostitute then she really should have been offended by that. "Are you for real? You don't have two big ole boys gonna bust me up for sixteen dollars and some change, do you? Cause that and this twelve pack is all I got until I get paid again on Monday."
It wasn't exactly true. It's all he had in his wallet, but he still had a little in his bank account.
The woman smiled up at him. "I'm as real as it gets and I'm not looking to rob you. I just want to get fucked."
He stared at her for a moment. He knew he should run for the hills. Women like this didn't come on to men like him. Hell, his damned ex hadn't fooled around with him for the whole last year of their marriage. Instinctively he looked at her left hand. No ring but her finger was slightly paler where it would be. Probably recently divorced, he figured, that would explain the wild behavior. His eyes flicked up to her breasts. They were perfect and she was showing a lot of cleavage. He looked from her magnificent chest to her eyes. Those deep beautiful eyes. He'd be willing to die just to stare into those eyes for a while. He made his decision.
"What the hell. Let's go. Where are you parked?"
"The yellow Miata. You?" Her smile widened, showing her beautiful white and perfectly straight teeth.
"The blue F-250." His pickup was a bit of a junker. His dad had a ranch outside of Weatherford and he often helped out on weekends. The work was rough on a pickup.
He walked her to her car. Her bright yellow sports coup was beautiful and immaculately kept. When he opened her car door for her, she brushed close to him, sliding into the low seat.
"It's not far" he said still admiring her gorgeous body.
"I can keep up." She closed the door and started the sporty car's engine.
He almost jogged back to his pickup. As he drove to his apartment he constantly checked his rear view mirror. The woman was a good driver and stayed glued to his bumper the entire way. When he parked she whipped in beside him.
Taking a deep breath, Chad climbed out of the pickup and walked her up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor. It wasn't a bad place, small, but not bad. He wished he'd picked up before going out for the twelve pack, but then he hadn't known he would be bringing home a hot woman. He still couldn't believe this was really happening and he expected any moment for her to back out and laugh at him.
Once they were inside, Chad suddenly didn't know how to proceed. He didn't have any real experience with bringing home a woman he'd just met who said she just wanted to fuck. The woman glanced around his apartment and saw the picture of his ex-wife and daughter that was next to the TV.
"Is that your wife?" She asked, pointing.
"Ex-wife and daughter." All things considered, he'd still rather be spending the day with his daughter. He looked at the picture and wished again that he could just be around her. But this woman was a very nice consolation prize.
"How long has it been?"
"Six months since it was final. It was over for us a year before that." Remembering that year was painful.
"I'm sorry." Her face showed that she really was too. He wondered about that.
"Don't be. Seven years was a good run. I'm over it. For the first three months I couldn't look at that picture, but it's the only one I have of my daughter." Chad forced a smile back to his face and turned from the picture to study the woman.
"She's a beautiful little girl." The woman turned to him and stretched her arms up around his neck.
She pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips met and an electric jolt went from his lips straight to his dick. Her lips parted in an invitation and he took it, sliding his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, the woman dropped her hands down and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled away briefly.
"You're a beautiful woman." He looked into her eyes then took her back into his arms.
He moved his lips to her ear, kissing it gently, tasting her. Her skin was soft but her earrings were hard and he moved his mouth down to her neck. He let his hand slide down over her waist, past her hips and back to gently cup her amazing ass. This woman was a goddess. He'd never been with any woman who was half as sexy as her.
His ex-wife was a thin woman, tomboyish, and always prim. Well, she had been in public. In private she could be pretty crass. When he first found out she was having an affair, it had destroyed him. He'd gone from extreme anger to depression back to anger. For a while he hated her and what she'd done. He'd felt betrayed and abused. Only his love for his daughter kept him from just leaving. They tried counseling. They'd tried talking about it. He found out it hadn't been her first affair. She'd had many starting the first year of their marriage. She needed the excitement, she'd said.
Chad eventually gave up and filed for divorce. It'd been a messy divorce. Divorce with children is always messy, he guessed. But now it was over. Eighteen hundred a month was supposed to buy him one weekend a month with his daughter and at first he had also been the babysitter of choice when his wife had a date. He never complained. She dated a lot and it let him see his daughter more, but lately his wife had not been using him as a babysitter and he really missed seeing his daughter. He still enjoyed the weekends Becky, his daughter, stayed with him, but recently his ex had started taking those away too. It was frustrating. If he didn't pay child support he could lose his driver's license, his job and even be put in jail, but if Jennifer, his ex, wanted to withhold visiting rights she could do so with impunity. Frustrating.
The beautiful woman he was holding pulled his shirt open and back off his shoulders. He had to release her for a moment as she shoved his shirt off and then reached down and yanked his belt open.
"I want you," she hissed as she unbuttoned his fly.
Dropping his shirt to the floor, he took her hand. "Let's go to the bedroom. It's a little more comfortable."
