We took the groceries to my place, put them away and shared fresh homemade subs together. We sort of knew a bakery that would cater to our personal needs. I'd had the girls make a half dozen that morning and put them on the steps when they locked up. When we entered the back door and I saw the bag on the steps I knew we'd be having subs for lunch.
Being early we laid down for a short nap. I lay in his arms feeling safe and secure. I was in panties and he in his briefs, skin to skin, a new and welcome sensation for both of us. Beyond a few tender caresses we didn't mess around. Our morning after had been busy and at times exhausting, we needed rest more than anything else. When we woke we decided to catch the 4:40 movie at the cinema.
The movie was fun. We shared a tub of popcorn and a large pink lemonade. There were several mixed race couples besides us, the cutest in our opinion was a very tall thin black guy with a very short round oriental gal. There was no mistake they were in love, he doted over her and they made out like high school kids throughout two thirds of the show. At one point I felt George nudge my side and pointed. She was on his lap facing him and though they were clothed, she was grinding like no tomorrow. I whispered.
"Would you like me to do that with you?"
"Of course I would, but not in public. They should have stayed home and screwed in a comfy bed."
Neither of us felt like cooking and stopped at a rib place called Fat Jacks. Best frickin ribs in town. The place was aptly named, as you entered there sat a HUGE wide assed man. Two stools with a cheek on each. We gave him our order, he yelled it back to the kitchen, took our money and told us to sit wherever we liked. He did this for customer after customer and only once did we see an order come out wrong. They had ordered corn bread and got toast instead, which was immediately remedied.
It was a warm enough evening we decided to walk a bit before going inside for the night. I hadn't grown up in this neighborhood, but after 4 years I knew it quite well. There were lots of folks on front porches and steps. Still light enough kids were playing hop scotch and getting groups organized for hide and seek as soon as it was dark. Those I knew called out, I would introduce my fiancé and the majority were happy for us. There are always one or two who don't like something, we ignored them and walked on.
We'd gone about four blocks when I suggested we sit on a bench in front of the pharmacy.
"Puddin we can walk more if you want, but I'm reaching my limit. Last night was wonderful, but I've never had my beaver torn apart by a big cock before, and I'm still sore. I want to give you the warm creamy pussy I promised earlier, but that won't happen if we walk much further."
George surprised the hell out of me as we stood. He picked me up and was carrying me down the street toward home. I was giggling, laughing and squealing as I kept hitting him in the shoulder.
"Put me down you goofball. What are you doing?"
An old lady on the porch with her husband shouted, "What the hell you care what he's doin? He wanna carry you let him."
"I'm carrying you home, I don't want to take the chance I won't get my treat."
"Georgie. Put me down darling. I can walk, and you'll get your treat, I promise. Put me down Puddin."
Reluctantly he put me down saying he could easily carry me home if I wanted. Looking at his physique I had no doubt he was absolutely correct. I put my arm around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss as the neighbors hooted and howled their approval.
"But Puddin, I want you to save that energy so you can fill my tummy with more of your baby making juice." He looked panicked. "No sweetheart, I won't get pregnant, at least not until we're married. Then I'm going off the pill and you are going to put a baby in me."
At the apartment he wanted to talk before we made love. Wondering how long I wanted to wait until we got married? How many children did I have in mind? If he had an opportunity for advancement would I consider leaving Arkansas? Did I plan to continue baking once our kids were born? I knew his mind had been working overtime.
"Well. Let me answer them one by one. I know that I've waited for you all my life, so I'm ready to get married tomorrow. Secondly, As for how many kids? I don't want an only child like I was, at least two, but I'd like more. Third, moving? I'm not opposed to it, but wherever we go I have to be able to take Auntie and Weezy as well. They're self sufficient so that's not an issue, but I won't leave them. Fourth. My desire is to stay at home with our babies. I can hire a manager and bakers, all I'd need to do is oversee. Does that ease your mind?"
"Immensely."
"Why do you ask though? Is there something new that's developed?"
"I've been offered a position in Iowa with Dairyland Power. I'd be the foreman of a crew again but begin training for a supervisor position. I don't have to let them know for another two weeks and the move wouldn't happen for another four months if I accept it. I only want to be with you though Martha, and if that's here then that's what I want."
"But isn't it like 50 below zero up there?"
"No, heavens no. I'm not going to say it never gets below zero, but it isn't often and it doesn't last more than a few days when it does happen. If we took this position we'd be moving to a city called Decorah, population is around 8,000. It has a Kohls, a Home Depot, a Menards, A Wal-mart super center and one of their Neighborhood Market grocery stores, along with dozens of other businesses. Including about any type restaurant you want within reason."
"Yes, but what would I do? I won't know anyone there."
"You didn't know anyone here either. And there is only one fresh bakery left in town, the others have closed. An organization out of La Crosse called Kwik Trip have some of the best convenience store/gas station combinations in the country. They also sell boxes of donuts based on impulse buys. The locals go there because the other bakeries have closed. They've come to realize Kwik Trip is more convenient, but nowhere near the quality. The city is ripe for a new bakery"
"Is that where your family is from?"
"Nope. Mine are located on the west side of the state, a few hours drive. I won't lie to you, it's nowhere what you're used to. You've always been big city. Life there would be significantly slower, which at first will have the tendency to drive you mad. However, the sense of community and belonging are felt in most places. The crime rate is non-existent compared to where we live now."
So much to think about, so much to ponder. What would Auntie and Weezy think of the idea? Would his family openly accept me? Hell, would the community accept us as a mixed race marriage? It was much more common in the south than it was in the north. Not looked down upon, just less common. It makes sense, if there aren't a lot of mixed races there won't be as many mixed marriages. We would need to discuss this further, but at the moment, I wanted that meat pole of his buried deep inside my body.
"Puddin. This all needs to be discussed at length, but right now I need to reward you for not hitting anyone today. I promised you some warm creamy pussy, and baby that's exactly what is waiting for you. My panties have been wet for hours, take me in the bedroom and ravage my body."
He roared like a lion and picked me up running down the hall. We were laughing and having fun as we tumbled onto the bed. His hands were everywhere at once. I stopped him and told him to slow down, he could have all he wanted once my body was used to being impaled, but for now he needed to go a little slower. He slowed down, kissing and fondling my body. As I lay there he unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my pants, slid the blouse off, pulled the pants to my ankles and discarded them, then pushed up my bra, mauling my tits with his lips.
As he sucked and played with my breasts his hand was in my panties. I told him to take them off. He told me unh,uh, he liked sliding his hand into my heretofore forbidden place. As he removed my bra and finished on my nipples he inched his way south, burying his face in my muff and breathing deep. His face lifted and repositioned directly above my clit area. I watched as he studied it, like he was a general on a hilltop strategizing how he would attack and conquer. He removed me panties and kissed my clit hood once, then twice, a third time and the hood opened. I saw him smile as he switched positions to be in line with my body, his face against my vulva.
I smiled as he looked up and said. "You're beautiful."
I jumped when his tongue touched me pushing my body into him. His tongue pierced my labia, both outer and inner with one swipe. I squeezed my legs on his head and shuddered. By now my head was back and I was gripping his hair for all I was worth. It wasn't until he said "ouch" that I was aware of how hard I'd been pulling. I loosened the grip and stroked my fingers through his sandy blonde locks.
He concentrated on my clit next, sucking it softly, licking, finding my hot spot and attacking it. I was putty in his hands within minutes. Hips rolling, then bucking, then stabbing at his tongue. My stomach muscles were quivering and contorted, my breathing almost non-existent. This orgasm was much stronger than last nights. Auntie was right, it's all fun from this point on. I finally screamed his name and bent my body forward at the waist as I clenched my legs. My entire body shaking, twitching and my hips convulsing.
As I lay back my body felt completely used. "Oh my God George. That was like a freight train drove right through me."
Looking down I saw his face and upper chest were drenched. He was grinning and I was confused.
"I think you squirted. I'm pretty sure that's what it's called. I lapped up as much as I could, but you just kept squirting and squirting. I've read that doesn't happen very often, and here you are the second time being eaten."
"My gosh Puddin, if that happens every time you eat me, I'm going to die young. Would you like me to blow you? I will if you want, and I'll try to swallow everything."
