Hot Rod Ford Love And Happenstance

Hot Rod Ford - Love and Happenstance

From

Living the Dream

Albeit some 18 hours after she made it, Hailey got her wish to sleep with Rod... on the third seat of a crowded SUV, fully clothed. She cuddled up to him, he wrapped her in his arms, and they slept all the way back to the ranch, then went to bed in Rod's cabin and slept until dark. It might not have been what she anticipated when she was so horny early last night, but she did sleep with him.

Rod got up at six feeling extremely hungry, but dirty and nasty smelling. He slipped out of bed, showered, shaved, and dressed, and then woke sleeping beauty. She looked at him, yawned and stretched, which served to emphasize her boobs, as she intended. When he insisted that she get up and get dressed, she tried to entice him to take another shower, this time with her.

He asked for a raincheck, telling her that they had four teenagers and a twelve-year-old camped on the porch, probably wanting to hear all the details and to tell them what had happened on the news in the last seven hours while they were sleeping.

She groaned, but got up and stood beside the bed, giving him a devilish grin as she shucked the panties and bra she wore to bed. Butt naked, she walked toward the bathroom with a lot of hip and body action. Pausing at the doorway, she turned slightly so he had a perfect side view, and asked, "Are you sure?"

It was his turn to groan.

*****

Despite being showered with news updates and questions, Hailey and Rod ate like starving vultures. That Frankie's hamburger was long gone, and their refreshed bodies needed sustenance. The random news reports were coming from various sources, sometimes more than one at the same time, and they were too ravenous to pay good attention early in the meal. Nonetheless, they got the gist.

The police department hierarchy and prosecutor's office were being investigated by the Canadian Security Intelligence System (CSIS), the equivalent of the American FBI, as was the ownership of the night clubs that included Frankie's Bar and Grill.

Investigators for Williams and Williams had already uncovered criminal activities that had been covered up, the attorneys had acquired four new clients who claimed to have been raped and threatened, and four other attorneys had contacted Charlie about clients coming forward with the same complaints.

Frankie's was closed and padlocked. The police spokesman had declared they would have no additional statements until the investigation by the CSIS was completed, and the Crown Prosecutor's spokesman said the same, while claiming that the investigation would uncover no wrongdoing on the part of this office. They were wrong, because Charlie's investigators had already found a series of links among the chief prosecutor, two upper echelon police officials, and with the ownership of the nightclubs and the manager at Frankie's.

All that was good, the First Nations security force headed by Adan Mountain Shadow was on-site protecting them, and they had slept and eaten. Things would have been ideal, had the Olympic selection committee not let Claire know they expected Hailey and her horses at the training site within ten days, or she would be removed from the team.

Hailey had planned to spend the summer at Hartland, but those plans had changed with Rod living at his partner's High Ridge Ranch for a while. Responding to her heart and other parts of her body plans, those plans had morphed into staying with Rod wherever he went, and practicing when she could, and now she had to choose between the Olympics and Hot Rod.

Her head easily made one choice, the rest of her body the other. But Hailey was a

carpe diem

type of girl, and she planned to

carpe noctem

as soon as they could get free of the clingy adults and the overly excited kids. She had ten days to arrive, meaning she had nine days before she had to leave; she fully intended to be much more informed by that time. The Olympics were a childhood dream; Rod was a teenage dream, and after the Bar and Grill, she realized how fragile plans and dreams are. How fragile life is.

But that wasn't her motivation when she claimed fatigue at 10 pm, and dragged Rod back to his cabin despite the teasing protestations of the adults. She directed Rod to sit in the armchair by the fireplace, lit two candles on the mantle, shut and locked the door, closed the blinds, pulled the curtains tight, and triggered her iPhone playlist. Only the candlelight broke the darkness. Without facing him, she began swaying to the suggestive music, as if her body was compelled to move with the melody.

Her pullover was the first to be tossed over her shoulder in his direction, then her bra. The pants made their way down ever so slowly...over that magnificent bottom, down the muscular thighs, until they were piled around her ankles. It took the entire second song to leave her swaying barefoot in her white thong. The third song began and, as she had when she showered, she looked over her shoulder at Rod and beckoned with bedroom eyes.

She had planned a great finale to her little strip tease, but he was on her in two strides, and she was lying on the bed with her thong being yanked down her elevated legs before she could protest - had she chosen to.

Jonathon had introduced her to cunnilingus, and Mr. Fielding had greatly increased her appreciation of the practice, but Rod! Holy smokes! Maybe it was because it was him; maybe it was because he took fifteen minutes to fondle, squeeze, nip, lick, and suck every square inch of her legs and butt with his hands and mouth before he touched her molten pussy, but she went off like a Roman candle when he did!

And he wouldn't stop! She writhed and wriggled, pushed and pulled, but he was attached to her puss like a barnacle, and she experienced so many climaxes they began to run together. That fingers were embedded in her available holes was also a factor, but his adept oral manipulation of her clit and digital massage of that little bundle of nerves under her mons took her from one precipice to the next, without a break!

Periodically, he would finger her bunghole, and she would skyrocket again. Until Rod showed her a medical website, she had no idea the anus reacts to touch, pain and temperature sensation, or that the anal canal is infused with a variety of specialized sensory nerve endings. She had lived this long without connecting pleasure with that organ!

When his mouth finally broke the seal on her clit and his fingers left her clefts, it actually got worse! She didn't even know her belly was an erogenous zone, but it was tonight! She did know her jutting breasts were highly sensitive and had been key to her previous seductions, but not like this! Never like this!

How could he turn licking around the base of her breast into a mini orgasm? And then he attacked her sensitive nipples like a piranha, all teeth and tongue, and she humped the leg he had placed between hers in response, while crying out in excitement. When he finally had mercy, he crawled up further and rammed his tongue past her tonsils in the course of their first kiss of the night, and she learned how good she tasted mixed with his saliva!

She was positive that no one had ever been more needy, more ready than she, but when his horsecock tried to enter her tight little chamber, it made her aware that does size matters when you are joining for the first time. The contest was between her burning need to feel him inside her, and the simple fact that he didn't fit!

But she continued writhing, he continued pressing, withdrawing, pressing, and the spongy head finally spread her vaginal opening sufficiently to force its way inside. Had she not been honest about her prior experiences, Rod would have believed she was a virgin, and she shrieked like one when he finally penetrated.

Once the head and an inch or few were inside, he remained still, leaving it up to her to decide when and how to proceed. She moaned and whimpered, but unconsciously began moving her hips to gain a better feel for the monster implanted in her. Rod's girth created another problem for her tight vagina; with even the slightest movement of the shaft high against her mons, her

glans clitoris

was significantly impacted.

With her other two partners, either she or the partner had to rub her glans to invigorate it, but his thick cock did that quite well - perhaps too well! She learned then that one way to relax the vagina to accommodate size is to have orgasms, which began after about four or five short strokes.

The more the better with orgasms, and after several, she could feel him reaching and filling previously untouched areas deep inside her. At some point, she felt him swell to even greater size, thrust as deeply as he could, and send spurts of molten lava against her nether walls. She was no longer truly sentient, but as her insides spasmed in reaction, she became certain his potent seed would surge into the cervical os, fertilize all available eggs, and she would birth a record number of babies in nine months.

And then there was stillness and silence, and she felt warm and fuzzy, both inside and out.

Some lengthy period of time passed before he withdrew and rolled beside her, wrapped her in his arms, and whispered caring words - words that expressed his appreciation of her. He kissed her warmly, sweetly, and held her as she rested. A side sleeper, she turned so her tight butt was against his groin, draped his top arm over hers, nestled her breast in his hand, and snuggled her head on his shoulder.

They were soon asleep, but sexual excitement trumped exhaustion around two, and again at six. Hailey had never spooned with a man before, so she had never awakened with a hard cock rubbing her perinium. She wriggled around until the hardness was in the right place, and ignoring the soreness from earlier, pushed back until he was inside her.

His warm, hard body enveloping hers, his cock inside her, his top hand mauling her tit and nipple, and his bottom hand wrapped under her waist so his fingers could strum her clit - she was slowly transformed into a state she had never even envisioned! The resultant orgasm was mighty, though not as potent as those experienced earlier; yet, everything taken together, was somehow even more fulfilling.

The six o'clock breeding was quite different. She awakened with the stiff cock pressing against her little butthole, and briefly considered giving that a try. The size of his equipment vis-a-vis that of her opening was the problem, and, after a single effort, she reversed course.

In her seven previous experiences she had never tried 'cowgirl,' and this seemed the right time. Her cowboy was still asleep, so she rolled him onto his back and straddled him. The soreness in her nether region was greater now, but not great enough to keep her from giving it a go.

Her sturdy mount was awake now, watching her with those steel-blue eyes, but he didn't move. This was her show, and he let her carry on. She was so wet it was easier this time, but it still took several minutes before she was seated, hands on his chest, celebrating that her mons was against his, and that the head of his cock was somewhere in her upper stomach, or maybe chest.

She could sit there, but not move without squealing in pain. And then he placed his hands on her hips, pushed them back and forth, and then around; back and forth, around; over and over until the heat of their loins seared the pain and soreness. She leaned over and fed her hard teat to his mouth; he latched on and nursed it as if seeking milk, and strange coursings and spider webs of delight encircled her body.

The next time he pushed her hips back, he held her pussy a few inches above his groin and began to thrust up into her. His cockhead rubbed over her clitoral glans each time he thrust, and she yelped or whimpered with each stab. When she was very, very close, he turned her hips loose, and they became a blur as she sought the thrill of yet another climax.

He took a breast in each hand, cupped it, and took turns nursing them. It didn't take long for her, or for him, to reach that magical moment of divine pleasure, and this time they reached it at exactly the same second. That intensified the experience, and when it finally passed, she was lying atop him while he gently stroked and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She had never felt this sated and contented in her life, and she dozed off again with his cock still inside her, helping retain the copious fluids seeking release.

The coffee maker began brewing at 6:20, but neither knew nor stirred from their adjoined position. It took Carl's heavy hand on the door and his loud voice to wake them, but all he got in return was Rod's shouted "Go away!"

He laughed, but persisted. "I would, but I don't want you to open the door in a state of undress the digital cameras with zoom lens and TV cameras along the highway can record for posterity. It seems your little tale has caught fire on social media, in print, and on the airways, and it looks like we're hosting a Taylor Swift concert out here, and they're waiting for the gates to open! So make sure you look presentable when you do walk outside.

"Breakfast has been eaten, but Lisa, Gina, and Sarah are prepared to cook more biscuits, sausage, and eggs when you make it to the house."

"Mr. Anderson," Hailey called out, "Can you get one of the women to go to my cabin and pick something for me to wear. I don't think these clothes are going to work for picture day!"

After Carl laughed and left, she hit her lover on the near shoulder and exclaimed, "I get to use the shower first! It's going to take a while for me to get all that gooey stuff you deposited in me out, and to clean my abused body! In fact, it may take a bottle of aspirin to allow me to get up and shower, you brute!"

He just grinned and replied, "I'll take responsibility for the first few, but you are solely responsible for the last two, you insatiable little minx!"

She purred and nestled against him. "Do we have to get up? I don't want to face reporters, or even our parents. I just want to stay here in bed with you, honey. In fact, I don't want to ever leave your bed!"

"Works for me, although eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy sounds pretty good after all the exercise I got last night. Think we can get them to bring us each a plate? We have coffee."

They were well on their way to round five, or whatever, when Gina knocked on the door. "I have some clothes for you, Miss Media Darling!"

They were still naked, clothing laying where they dropped it, but there was no escaping this. "I'll put something on and let her in. You better get started on that shower," Rod directed.

She scampered to the bathroom, and he sprayed half a bottle of air freshener around while grabbing their clothes and putting on a pair of shorts. Gina knocked again and said, "Okay, if you don't want fresh clothes and your makeup kit..."

"Wait!" he yelled, "I'm about to open the door."

Gina walked in, sniffed, and laughed; I don't think I've ever smelled that particular Glade fragrance before," she teased. "So, where is the media darling?"

"Taking a shower, washing her hair, and doing whatever you ladies do to look and smell so good," he teased back.

Gina looked at him, shirtless with ruffled curls, and asked, "But she's okay? Her mom and aunt are worried."

A lot of answers ran through his mind before he settled on one that didn't go beyond the direct question. "As far as I can tell. She's singing in the shower, if that means anything," he teased.

"I'll bet she is," Gina teased back. "So you slept well? Made up for all the missed sleep from before?"

Rod just grinned at her until she shook her head and giggled, and then he said, "I'm certainly feeling refreshed, and I think Hailey will say the same. Now, what's all the 'media darling' talk?"

"It seems Hailey's interview emboldened both witnesses and victims, and the investigations are uncovering more each news cycle. There are some pretty big names involved," Gina explained.

"Hailey's become the 'cause celbre' of the week, and you are her fearless companion! Of course, her natural beauty is part of it, so her mother and aunt have a very nice, very conservative dress and shoes for her. You might want to look through your wardrobe and decide how you want to present yourself, because you two are going to need to have a press conference sometime today, to keep the momentum and uncover more bad guys!"

"How about I go full-on cowboy? She's an Olympic Equestrian hopeful, so..."

"Yes, that will work! And don't lose that Texas accent this time! Western Canadians love Texans."

"Yes mam, I kin do that just fine, if ya want," he replied, with a thick twang. She grinned and asked if he needed anything else."

"If'n you still have some of those biscuits and gravy, sausage and eggs, we could surely use some!"

"I'll bet you could," she teased back, "but you have to come to the house. Tell the Princess to get dressed and come on over so the womenfolk can assist her in preparing for her next media triumph."

****

The breakfast was scrumptious, and word one was never spoken about their night together. Rod was decked out in rancher gear, including well-worn boots and spurs. The dress mom and aunt Angie had chosen wasn't quite what Hailey had in mind, but she didn't want to go back to her cabin. Fortunately, Gina also wore size 4, and had a closet full of fashionable dresses she rarely got a chance to wear.

"Back home in Vancouver, in my parent's social circle we attend formal and informal parties quite often, so I have an unusually large collection of dresses. I think a large number would look good on you, Hailey. I know your preference is to dress down, but I think today calls for something young and fashionable, and I have just the dress. It looks like you're my shoe size too, and I have the perfect heeled sandals to wear with the dress. If you like it, we can then delve into my jewelry case, and doll you up even more.

"It sounds silly, but your TV debut two days ago was as disheveled Hailey, and today you have the chance to present a more elegant version of yourself. Your equestrian crowd is rather snooty anyway, and it would be good for them and the Olympic selection committees to see another version of you. As you know but fans usually don't, most of your competition is closer to fifty than forty, so having a classily dressed young beauty can't hurt your standing, especially with those who matter the most for your future, including sponsors.

"And frankly, if I were you, I'd make sure Mr. Ford is in every possible shot. As gorgeous and as attractive as you are to men, he oozes the kind of masculinity that attracts women in the same way. Like it or not, you are now a celebrity, so don't blink and don't back away. Embrace it, use it, and enjoy it while it lasts!"

When she emerged, followed by Gina, everyone but Rod stopped and stared. As spectacular as she was dressed like this, he had seen the most spectacular version of her, and clothes only hindered his vision of her naked. Still, this was a side of Hailey he hadn't seen, and he was impressed.

Claire and Angie insisted that she model for them, and she did, strutting, spinning, and posing, maintaining her good humor as she was visually examined and complemented. She would be examined much more critically in a few minutes, so this was practice.

Randy and Danny were wide eyed, Mandy and Andi treated her like a pop celebrity, and Mom and Angie commiserated about the oblivious little girl they raised being dressed up like that. Rodney just looked at Rod and said, "Good luck, but I think you're in over your head."