Tell Me What You Want 9

Of course the thought crossed my mind just like it always did and probably always would so I didn't think too much about it when I texted George the handyman the previous evening. For one, it's a fairly common name and for two, it had been ten years and by now I'd learned that the chances of this George being my George were pretty slim (especially considering he lived in California, not Colorado) so at this point I'd given up any hope of ever seeing him again. Until I answered the door that morning and there he stood.

'Holy shit!' He said as we stood there staring at each other. Holy shit, indeed.

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I'd needed a break from everything for quite some time so last winter, while things were slow at work, I agreed to let my little sister arrange a getaway for me. She called to tell me she found a nice cozy cabin with a fire pit and a hot tub in a tiny Colorado town right at the base of a snowy mountain range. Two weeks of quiet relaxation in solitude. Heaven. There was a pond nearby that was completely frozen over, for ice skating, Layla said. I didn't ice skate and I wasn't going there for that anyway. She knew I just needed to get away to disconnect from work stress and that I really needed to be anywhere but home thinking about anyone but the guy I'd ended things with just before the holidays.

She even arranged to have a case of wine and some gourmet chocolates and other holiday treats, some books and some luxurious bath and diy spa treatments to be delivered the day after I was scheduled to arrive so I wouldn't have to pack anything but my comfy clothes, my winter boots and my favorite pillow and blanket. She made me promise to stay at her house on the way back for at least Christmas night.

The drive out was nice but a little lengthy. I love a good long solo road trip; just me and my music, my coffee and the open road. The map app on my phone said the trip was nearly eighteen hours. I called her at hour fifteen.

'Where the hell did you send me to, Layla?'

'Um, excuse me? I sent you to an idyllic cabin in the woods for an unforgettably tranquil holiday getaway, you jerk! Duh!'

'Did you memorize that from the website?' I laughed.

'Maybe not the jerk part. How far away are you? Is Truck Norris going to make it?' Referring to my little old black Jeep pickup. My dad and I had restored it together before he passed away so my mom gave it to me after he was gone.

'So far so good, my map says I have three hours to go but I need to stop for real food.'

'I wish you'd stopped here for the night.'

'Well I'll be seeing you and Marty and the kids on Christmas still, I was just excited to get out there.'

'I get it, it's been a lot lately.'

We chatted about Christmas presents for her boys and then I let her go so I could find a restaurant to stop and eat, stretch and rest a minute. I got back on the road and drove the remaining three hours without stopping. The snow held off until just before I arrived and I was glad I didn't have to bring much in while it was storming. The exterior of the cabin was all decorated for the holiday. It was a beautiful little place from what I could tell in the dark.

The ambiance inside was welcoming and warm, a Christmas tree glowing next to a fire place in the front room with a large leather sofa, complete with a green and red chenille throw and matching pillows made to look like wrapped up Christmas presents. I took my bag upstairs and changed into my warm dry sleep clothes. I lit a fire in the bedroom fireplace and then got into the giant cozy bed. It wasn't long before I fell asleep, reading a spicy romance novel I have read at least a dozen times. Clearly my romantic side craves the familiar.

I slept late the next day and when I woke up I got dressed and walked over to a cafe I saw on the drive in for a late breakfast. The thick layers of snow covering everything made the tiny town center look like it was a set for a holiday movie. There was the cafe, a post office with some benches and a bronze statue out front, a small grocery store, a used bookstore and that was basically it. Everything was decorated for the holiday season. I always love all of the lights this time of year.

The cafe was practically empty and it was nice to sit and eat my breakfast in the quiet, something I didn't often get to do at home. I usually just ate at my desk at work. I paid my bill and got a box for my leftovers and headed over to the bookstore. I love the smell of a used bookstore and you can never have enough books. Well, if you're me you can't.

I took my time looking around the little shop and didn't find much in the way of books but I did get a snow globe with a little fire engine inside and a small atlas, framed in a glass shadow box. I was on my way back to the cabin when a man with dark hair in a white pickup truck drove past me as I was crossing the street near the hidden property the cabin was nestled in. For a moment I thought I saw him just like I thought I saw him hundreds of other times over the last decade. He probably didn't even drive that truck anymore, I reminded myself.

Walking up the driveway back at the cabin, I saw Layla's gift order of wine and chocolates had made it to the porch so I brought everything in and unboxed it all and put it away. I smiled when I opened the box containing a cute little pajama set with cartoon owls in Santa hats on it. We always give each other pajamas for Christmas, it was a tradition from childhood. I kicked my boots off and poured a large glass of wine and went to turn the hot tub on. It seemed to be malfunctioning so I checked the breaker and it was on. I got in touch with the owner who gave me a number for a repairman so I texted him.

'Hello, my name is Cori and I'm staying at the Fletcher's cabin. They said you'd know where it is but I can give you the address if you need it. I'm having some trouble with the hot tub, any chance you can come out and see why?'

It took him a while to respond.

'Hi there, the earliest I can come by and take a look is tomorrow morning. Will you be around then?'

'Yes that works, thank you! Nine-ish?'

'See you then.'

I ran a bath and relaxed in the tub for a little while with some music and my glass of wine, hair masked and legs shaved. When I got out I dried off and put my new pajamas on and fell asleep to a Christmas movie next to the tree in the front room without a single thought whatsoever as to which direction the market was moving in. Total bliss.

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I'd just finished pouring my coffee when the doorbell rang the following morning. I was still in my new sleep set and the little tank top was almost transparent so I threw a flannel on as I made my way to the front door. On my way there I saw a white pickup truck parked behind mine from the front windows of the cabin and my heart jumped. I couldn't be, could it? No fucking way!

But when I opened the door, there he was. It really was George. My George. 'Holy shit!' He said, looking as stunned as I felt. 'I just knew it had to be you!' He said, 'I've never met another Cori. Ever.'

I was stunned. He smiled that smile and reached out to hug me as I tried to recover from the shock of actually seeing him again, I couldn't believe it. He looked slightly older with a little grey in his beard but it was definitely him. He wore the same cologne and the scent of him made so many memories of the time we spent together ten winters ago flash through my mind while I stood there up against him with that free-falling from the tippy-top of a rollercoaster feeling in my gut.

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When I met George I was working in a gas station and he was in the area from out of town to build an indoor pool he had designed for some wealthy family who'd bought some property in the mountains in Utah. I'd moved there for a guy but I had arrived too late in the season to get a job at one of the resorts so I was kind of stuck at the gas station and soon found myself also stuck in a relationship that wasn't going anywhere.

George came into the store one afternoon to get gas and the card readers on the gas pumps were acting up so he hit the Call Attendant button outside and then he proceeded to undress me with his eyes as I walked out to help him.

'Lucky me...' he said, smiling at me.

I internally rolled my eyes because I got hit on by just about every man that came into that store and I was totally over it.

'It's freezing, shouldn't you have a coat?' He asked.

'Right' I said, ignoring his question and pushing the cancel button on the pump. 'You'll have to pay inside after you fill up because our card readers keep doing this so go ahead and hang the pump up and I'll authorize it from inside.' I turned to go back in and felt his eyes on me as I walked away.

'Thank you!' He called after me. 'Sorry I called you all the way out here just to push a button!' He said, chuckling. When he was done outside he came in to pay for his gas and he mentioned that he was not from there and asked for my recommendation for where to get some lunch.

'...so what's good around here, Ass Man?' He laughed.

I was wearing the assistant manager work badge that was supposed to say 'Asst. Man.' below our boss's name but Mary, my charming and hilarious coworker had blacked out the letter 't' with a sharpie. I told him the taco shop next door was good. It was good authentic Mexican food and the older woman who owned and ran it, Cecelia, was funny and sweet and she needed the business.

It was in the same building as the convenience store and George sat down at a table where I could see him from my post while he ate. I tried to ignore him as I placed a call to our maintenance man about the card readers. When I hung up, Mr. Flirty Pants was talking to Cecelia. They were laughing and I couldn't tell what they were talking about because they were both speaking in Spanish. He kept smiling at me whenever I'd look over and we'd make eye contact. He even winked at me a few times. This fuckin' guy, I thought to myself. I had to admit it though, he did have gorgeous dark eyes and hair and a genuine smile and I noticed how he was kind to Cecelia. When he was done eating he came back over to my counter and introduced himself. He thanked me for the recommendation, winked at me again and left. When I came in for my shift the next day, Mary handed me a slip of hotel stationary with his name and number and 'Dial this number for a night to remember.' Seriously?

I threw it away and Mary said,

'Are you kidding me? Cori, you should call him, he is smoking hot and he's totally into you!'

'Hell, I'll call him for you!' Cecelia added from her register where she was ringing up a customer. 'Y'know my grandmother used to say that the best way to get over a man is to get under another one!' Mary and I cracked up as her shocked patron paid for his tacos and left in a rush. This was Utah, after all.

They weren't wrong, he was nice enough and definitely very good looking but I was tired of dating or rather failing at dating, and the guy I'd moved there for was still a bit of question mark anyway.

I saw him again a few days later when he came in for coffee and said 'I was a little disappointed to hear you'd put my number in the garbage but the good news is I'm willing to give it to you twice.' he winked and handed me another slip of paper with his number on it. Mary and her big mouth. Great. The way he said 'give it to you twice...' made me think about giving it to him twice. Maybe three times. He really was sexy. '...for a night to remember,' the first note had said. It was getting pretty difficult to resist him.

He caught me staring when he turned around and said 'I think you're out of lids over here.' I almost didn't hear him. I walked over and grabbed a sleeve of lids from the cupboard below the coffee nook but they were the wrong size and I said 'Nope, not the size I'm looking for.' I was crouched down at eye level with his hips and he was standing quite close to me with his hands in his pockets. He adjusted his hands, pulling the denim tighter across his crotch and said 'Oh, sorry about that!' almost laughing. I looked up at him and realized I hadn't misheard him. I couldn't help but laugh but I didn't say anything about the completely pornographic thoughts of him swirling around in my mind.

I handed the correct sized lid to him and caught the subtle soapy scent of his cologne as I stood up straight. I love a sexy man wearing cologne; it turns me on, what can I say? He followed me to the register and dug some change out of his pocket, smiling that smile at me. When he went to leave he paused at the door to turn around and say 'Seriously. Call me. Let's go out to dinner.'

I still didn't call him but I definitely wanted to so I did call my boyfriend and tell him it was over. He sounded relieved and I told him I'd be by to get my things later in the week. The next day went by and I didn't see George in my store. Then I got sick and had to stay in bed for two days. When I got back behind the register, I found a post-it in Mary's handwriting that just said 'George called. Twice.' I smiled and decided I'd call him the next day I had off. Later that night though, as I was about to lock up, he showed up in the parking lot. Mary admitted to me later that she'd told him that I'd be closing that night.

I swung the door open for him and said,

'You need gas at midnight? Or coffee?'

'No' he laughed 'You need help cleaning up?'

'I'm almost done but you can come inside.' Come inside? I thought to myself. You little hussy! I locked the doors and turned the neon 'Open' sign off once he was inside and I said 'Just need to stock a few things in the cooler.'

He followed me in there and helped for a minute but I bumped into him and he caught me and held onto me to keep me from falling backward. I smiled up at him, slightly embarrassed by my own clumsiness. He smiled back at me and pulled me closer and before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair. He kissed his way down my neck and the scratchy scruff of his beard against my skin was all I could think about in that moment. I ran my hands down his back to his ass and pulled him closer so I could feel his hardening cock against me through our clothes. He moaned into my mouth and tightened arms around me. There was a lot of heat between us despite the fact we were making out in the walk-in. We didn't fuck in the cooler that night but we came close.

When we walked outside he waited while I locked the store doors and then walked with me to my car where he pulled me close and kissed the hell out of me again. I'd left my jacket behind the counter inside and it was freezing out but all I felt was the heat, radiating from George's body.

'Now. Will you please call me and let me take you out? If you don't want to have dinner together maybe we can just go coat shopping instead.' He teased.

I laughed and promised to call him. I drove home and made use of the shower head in my bath tub, remembering what his mouth felt like on mine and how his arms felt, locked around me. I got out and got in bed and fell asleep, thinking about George and his hands, his mouth and his tongue, his cologne and his cock.

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Our first date was at a steakhouse in the ski resort town. We'd smoked a joint in his truck on the way there and by the end of our meal, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves in our booth. It probably didn't help that we were discussing our personal turn ons. I was a little reserved but he was completely open about what he liked. He lowered his voice and told me that he loves explicit dirty talk. The way he looked at me when he said it sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

'It's so sexy when a woman tells me what she wants, what she likes' he said and then added 'So if you say it, I'll probably do whatever you want...' his smile encouraging me to say something dirty to him.

'I...don't think I...I....' I stammered.

I really wanted to but I was shy and unsure of myself; I was still pretty inexperienced in my early twenties. I'd had a little sex, what I thought was hot sex until George got ahold of me that December. He hadn't told me how old he was but I guessed thirty, maybe early thirties. He seemed to have more confidence, was more experienced than I in this regard.

'Want me to go first?' He whispered to me. Um, yes please! I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I shivered. He pressed his lips to my neck and then flicked his tongue back and forth over the pulse in my neck. He put his hand on my leg and slid it up underneath my skirt, curling his fingers around the back of my knee. I couldn't make myself speak, I was breathless. I'd never had a make out session this hot and certainly not in a public place.

'Yes....' I finally breathed. I could barely ask him to do it, how the hell was I going to go second?

'I want to taste you.' He breathed into my ear, making me gasp and attracting the attention of one of the waiters. He continued, 'I know that you're wet right now and I want to put my fingers in your pussy and lick them so I can taste you....' Oh my god, I thought I'd go up in flames.

I kissed him hard and felt his hand moving upwards, over my knee, up my thigh and in between. Thrills ran all through me as I parted my legs, granting him better access. I'd have let him do exactly as he'd described but we were abruptly asked to leave and we quickly paid the bill and drove away, a little embarrassed but laughing about the stern expression of the young restaurant hostess, kicking us out for being lewd. It took five minutes to get to his hotel where he ushered me into the elevator. Pinning me against the wall, his mouth hot on mine, he ran his hands down my back, squeezing my ass and lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

In his room he kicked the door closed behind him and carried me to a chair and sat down, still holding onto me. I straddled his lap, grinding myself against him through his jeans and my panties, kissing his mouth and neck while he unbuttoned my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra because I'd removed it in the swanky restaurant bathroom. His warm hands felt good on me. He took his shirt off and his naked chest up against mine felt even better.

'Say what you want' he said 'and I'll do it...' he said again in that low sexy voice of his.

'Mmm I want you....'

'Want me to what...?'

'I want you to... I want you inside me.'

Hearing myself say this made me even hotter and he reached under my skirt, pulled my panties aside and drove two of his fingers into my pussy, making me moan.

'Like this...?' He whispered in my ear, pushing his fingers deeper inside and moving them quickly back and forth. I did mean his cock but I wasn't about to complain. He took his fingers out from between my legs and licked one of them and then placed the other one against my lips. I like the way I taste so I sucked his forefinger into my mouth and he groaned and said 'You're so goddamn hot.'

We kissed for what seemed like hours in that little desk chair and then we finished undressing each other as we moved to the bed. He had a little bottle of lavender scented oil that he poured all over me. He spent what felt like an eternity, rubbing my entire body down, touching everywhere but my pussy, making me squirm, teasing me. His hands were big and warm, calloused, skilled, strong. Feeling them slide all over me was an almost overwhelming turn on.

'What do you want?' He asked again. I moaned as his hands rubbed my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy where I was dying to feel his touch again by then.

'Please George...' I pleaded, trying to move closer to his hands.