Wild Sunflowers Ch 02

Part II

We awoke hours later as dusk was approaching.

"Nothing like three years of waiting for sex to make a girl have a great orgasm," she said.

"Gee," I said. "I was really hoping that my hot body and superior technique played some role in it."

"Oh, Dan, I didn't mean it like that. You were beautiful, are beautiful. You're sweet, you're a great lover and your body definitely turns me on. That was a stupid thing to say. I should just keep my mouth shut."

"Don't worry about it, darlin'. I know you didn't mean it the way it sounded and I'm not really offended. Are you hungry or is it just me? When did we eat last anyway?"

She was apparently still beating herself up for her faux pas.

"Listen, Chuck," I took her hands. "I'm very happy. I know something like what you are really feeling and I'm feeling the same way toward you. The little bit of time we have had together has been something very special and I'm looking forward to more."

Chuck burst into tears. "I don't know what I'm feeling. You are like some wonderful thing that dropped out of the sky. Last night and then this morning were like a-a dream. I'm sorry I'm…"

I pulled her to me before she started berating herself for nothing and held her and just let her cry until her tears were finished.

"Thank you," she sniffed. "I guess I've been crying a lot. I hardly ever cry,

really. Hey, I'm like really hungry. Are you?"

I realized we hadn't eaten since last night around two and I rolled out of bed.

"I don't have any other clothes with me and I'll bet these stink," I said.

"I'll throw them in the washer while we eat," she said. "Do you mind being naked? I don't want you with clothes." Chuck got out of bed and put on a ragged terry cloth bathrobe.

"Oh, is this a one-way deal? You get clothes and I have to go around naked?"

"Yes, uh-huh," she replied with a smirk. "That's the way I like it," she said, checking me out. I started getting hard again. This girl had what I needed.

"Ok, then. I guess I told you you could have what you wanted for a bit. I'll just have to cook naked I guess. I hope you're safe with kitchen knives. Let's find something to eat."

We wandered down the hall to the kitchen and I started opening cupboards. Everything she had was in a box or a can and some of that stuff looked dusty. Here is a girl that doesn't cook much, I thought. There was some brown lettuce in the fridge, a jar of mustard and some mayonnaise, some half-gone broccoli, an onion, a container of orange juice and a carton of milk. I didn't say anything, but I mentally rolled my eyes. "Got any coffee?" I asked.

She was leaning against the counter following my nudity around the kitchen with her eyes and her smile.

"Earth to Chuck?" I said.

"What? Oh, yeah, sure, coffee." And she began puttering around the coffee pot.

"Do you have any chicken or fish or beef or anything?" I asked.

"In the freezer". She turned to me with the brightest, sunniest green-eyed smile I'd ever encountered.

"What are you feeling?" I asked.

"Oh, I am on another planet," she replied. "I'm just so happy. Maybe we should just go back to bed and kiss and fuck. I'd just like to lash my pussy around you and never let you go. "

I didn't really want to argue with that. "You're sweet, but delirious and I'm going to feed you," I replied.

I opened the freezer, and found some chicken breasts.

"Any flour?"

"Cupboard under the counter, left of the sink," she said mischievously.

"Like where you're standing?" I asked.

"Yeah, right behind me."

"You gonna' get it for me?" She smiled mischievously, looked like she was considering it and then shook her head, no, with those sparkling eyes on mine.

I sauntered over, put my hands on her hips and kissed her, pulling her toward me and away from the counter.

"OK, move," I said.

"Uh-uh,"

I nonchalantly untied her bathrobe and opened it. I slid it down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then I enjoyed examining her long body down to her little landing strip. I reached my hand down between her legs and she was wet. I kissed her again while my fingers did a dance on her pussy. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs wider. That was my goal. OK, one of my goals. I got down on the floor and began softly nibbling her clit with just my lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her sweet tush up against my face. What a wonderful taste. Then, I reached between her legs, opened the cupboard door and grabbed the bag of flour.

"Got it!" I cried and stood.

"Not fair! You don't play fair," Chuck cried in between panting.

"Gotta feed you, Chuck, and I think keeping you steamed up is something that I would like to perpetuate" I smiled.

I ordered her to chop onions and broccoli, while I melted some butter in a beat up saucepan and stirred in a little flour. Meanwhile, I nuked the chicken till it thawed out and cut it into bite size pieces. Once the butter and flour had combined, I began gradually stirring in the milk and added black pepper and salt. By this time the coffee was done and I poured us each a cup to sustain us while we cooked.

"What are we cooking, Dan?"

"Well, we have the fixin's for a cream of broccoli soup, chicken in a lemon wine and peppery kinda' sauce over noodles and maybe some homemade biscuits."

"I have biscuits in a can," Chuck offered.

I barely managed to succeed in not laughing out loud. "I know," I replied. "I think I'll just make some." I make the best biscuits this side of anywhere I can think of and I wasn't about to eat 'em out of a can if I could help it.

Once I got the soup going, I had Chuck toss in the onions and stir it occasionally. She clearly needed something to keep her out of trouble. The cat showed up and I poured a little milk on a paper plate for him.

I turned the oven on. Then I dumped a pretty good-sized chunk of butter in the skillet and started heating some garlic. After a bit, I poured in a third of a bottle of the nice white wine I had brought. Kind of a sacrilege to cook with it, but it was what we had and I didn't doubt that it would make an exceptional dish. Then I squeezed in the juice of a lemon, tossed the chicken in with some black pepper and covered it.

All that was left was the biscuits. She had a food processor that looked none too clean so I washed it, dried it and filled it up with butter and flour and salt.

We added the broccoli to the cream soup base, turned it way down and covered it as well.

"Well," I said, "We have about a half hour to kill, longer if want it to taste like anything."

"Great, let's go back to bed and you can continue what you started."

"Chuck, you're a doll"

She took my hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom. I had determined to pay her back for making me cook naked. Making women beg is one of the greatest pleasures in life. I quickly figured out that idea would have to wait. She wanted to ride and I let her climb on. She wasn't into fooling around and just went right to slamming down hard on my cock while I held her by the waist and drove her onto my hot rod. Her short blonde hair flew and she came faster than most women I've known and she kept slamming me and cuming for a while. What a sight to behold. If an experienced guy like me could be smitten, I was. I barely managed to hold off on my own orgasm. She again collapsed like a blow up doll that has had the plug pulled and just lay with her body on mine panting and trembling. I wanted to let everything simmer a while longer, but I knew with all that additional exercise, she must be all in, so before too long, I slid out from under her and asked about my clothes.

"Oh, I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer!" she exclaimed and headed for the utility room. I thought at the time it was intentional.

We went back to the kitchen and I started the biscuits. Biscuits are a cinch. I used the wine bottle as a rolling pin, cut them in squares, put them on a cookie sheet and slid them into the oven. Then I checked the chicken, stirred the soup and started water boiling for some noodles I had found. Cream soups are supposed to be stirred a lot or they burn on the bottom, but I had long ago figured out that you could put them on an extremely low setting for quite a while and generally get away with it as long as you showed up in the nick of time to give it a stir.

When I turned around to lean on the counter for a while and sip some more coffee, Chuck was standing right in front of me in her ratty bathrobe. "Birdman, you didn't cum. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, girl, though it's nice of you to ask. You did just what I wanted you to do."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I had to think about what to say. Finally, I said this. "Chuck, I'm not in a hurry and now that I've spent time with you, I'm not into a one-night stand. I prefer to think or pretend or whatever that we have all the time in the world. I also almost always have more pleasure giving than getting. Nonetheless, I want to do you again after we eat, babe. I want to play with you while we eat, then I want to go to bed and play and talk and nuzzle and cuddle and get hot and sweaty and use each other mercilessly. Would that be OK with you?"

"Wow, yeah. That would be great. Can we eat now? The smell is driving me over the edge. I sure like you in my kitchen naked. You're gonna' come back, right?"

"Come back to see you? Yeah, Chuck, I am."

In very short order, we were seated at the table with a veritable feast in front of us.

"Chuck," I said. "Would you mind taking your robe off? I'd like to stare at your breasts while I eat."

Chuck smiled her warm smile at me and slipped the robe off her shoulders. "I'd love it if you stared at my breasts."

"Whoa, you're making me hard again" I dropped off the chair, climbed under the table and crawled over to her lap. She spread her legs for me. I wrapped my hands around her tight little dancer's ass and pulled her toward me.

"Mmm," she giggled above me. "The chicken is great. Try the sauce." She reached down. Her fingers were coated in the white wine sauce. She inserted them into her juicy little hole and spread some on her lips. She was right; the sauce was divine.

"I think you just added the magic ingredient." I mumbled into her. She ate, I continued to enjoy her wonderful pussy and she became much more vocal about the quality of the dinner. I was as hard as a steel pipe.

"You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," she was already panting, moaning and thrusting herself against me. I knew she was close again and I'd never had more fun in my life, so I wasn't going to stop.

I shoved her into my face and caressed her thighs. I sucked her little clit and began circling it with my tongue. She started pumping into my face. In a moment she issued a long, loud growl of delight. I went back to my place, grabbed a napkin and wiped my face. Then I picked up my fork and dug in. She was lying back in her chair panting, a fork still in her hand pointing off into space, her hair disheveled and her bathrobe around her waist. She shook her head at me. What a delightful sight. "Wow," she exhaled. "Mmmmm," she purred.

She was right, dinner was fabulous and after she recovered a bit, she had a sip of wine and resumed eating. "What is this wine?" she asked. "I like it."

We never really did get to sleep after that. I guess she felt like she owed me one and we left the dishes on the table and went back to bed after dinner. We made love. I did have an orgasm that time. We drifted off and then one of us would wake up and begin caressing the other all over again. At one point when we were awake and slowly and thoughtfully fucking yet again, we heard the coyotes howl. We stayed engaged and squirmed nearer the curtains covering the window. It was one of those goofy and contorted things to do and giggling ensued. When we finally were able to reach the curtains and pull them open, we could see the moon starting to come up over the Sandia Mountains. I howled like a coyote and she joined me. For some twisted reason that got me excited and we howled together while I renewed thrusting which made her howl the more. I know we fell asleep again sometime later. Dawn found us cuddled together talking about nothing that I can remember.

It was Monday morning and I had clients that would be ringing the phone. I also had a three-hour drive to get to the phone and the computer and knew I needed to get started.

"Sorry, girl, but I have to hit the highway", I said.

"Will you really come back?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah", I said. "How about Friday night?"

"I'll be working at the bar"

"Yeah, I forgot I have to share those lovely nipples with the general public," I answered.

"Please come back. I don't want to lose this. You can play me some more music," she said.

"Have cello will travel. I'll be back on Saturday night around 2 AM. Pick you up at the back door for breakfast?" Then I kissed her, donned my clean but wrinkled clothes and headed down the dusty road to the freeway.

So I went back to the cat, my RV and the office. I worked a busy week. Conference calls, emails, projects and plans. You know the drill. I even made a little money doing it.

I slept some on Saturday afternoon and left around ten to do a few things in Santa Fe. Of course I brought the cello and had warmed up a few pieces I thought Chuck would like. Prepared as ever I brought some extra clothes and stopped at a 24 hour grocery to pick up some vittles in case we ended up in her kitchen again. On the dot, there was my sparkling tall blonde at 2 AM. I hopped out of the truck and opened her door.

"Hey, beautiful. It's so good to see you," she said and gave me a quick kiss. "Let's just go to my house. Is that OK? We were going to go have breakfast, but I'd rather just be alone with you."

"Sure. That'd be great, Chuck. I'll follow you out there."

So I did. The cat met us at the door. I found out his name was Marvelous Kitty or Marv for short. Worked for me. I brought in the cello, groceries and a huge bundle of sunflowers. I could tell almost as soon as we entered the house that something was wrong with Chuck. She looked a bit down. "The flowers are beautiful. You are so sweet to think of them again."

"Ok, spill it, Chuck." I said. "Something's up. What is it?"

"Oh. I didn't want to talk about anything serious. I just want to be with you and hold you and stuff."

"Yeah, well. I care about what's going on with you and obviously something is."

"OK. I guess I have to tell you, but let me take a shower first."

She showered and came out in her bathrobe toweling her hair and looking pensive. I had loaded the groceries in the fridge and then waited for her on the bed, but she wanted us to go to the couch in the living room.

I had no idea what bomb she was going to drop, but we had hardly gotten off the bed last weekend, so the couch seemed formal.

"Damn," she said. "I just want to kiss you and play and be light, but I have to talk to you about something that happened tonight."

"I'm ready," I said.

"Ok, I told you that my ex ran off with my daughter, right?"

"Yeah"

"Well I took the job at the topless place because I wanted to hire a detective to track him down and I needed the extra money. I work during the week at the Trader Joe's on St. Michaels. I'm a cashier. I don't think we got into any of this last weekend, did we?"

"No." I said.

"I did hire a detective and paid him a lot of money and nothing ever turned up. I took the job at the topless place because I had wiped out my savings and if I ever did find the bastard I might need a lawyer or something. Tonight, one of the girls quit and they want me to do table dancing to take her place. All I've ever done there is serve drinks."

"I've heard of table dancing and I can pretty much guess what goes on."

"Haven't you ever been to a strip club?" she asked.

"The only time in my life I have ever been in anything like that was the night I met you. No, I have never been to a strip club. My feeling is that when money is added to sex, it just isn't a good thing. Even though Stiletto's is a pretty classy place, I doubt I'd ever go in one again. But, that's just me."

"Well, I don't want to do it and I don't really need the extra money at this point. The reason I live in this funky place and drive that funky Saturn is that I've been saving every dime since my ex left so I can get my kid back if he ever shows up."

"How old is she now?"

"Maria is twelve, her birthday was three days ago and I don't know if I'm ever going to see her again" and she exploded into sobs.

"I can't imagine what it must be like to have your daughter disappear like that," I said and reached out to hold her. She let it wail once I got her in my arms and sobbed for a while. I petted her head and let her go for it. How a so-called human being could run off with someone's child and be gone for ten years without contact is beyond me. I had raised my daughter on my own, basically because her mother was too busy entertaining herself to care. I had the chance to watch all of those moments and days and years of her growth and development. From stuffed animals and skinned knees and being afraid of the dark to wondering what she would be when she grew up. I wouldn't trade it for the world even though it required many years of self-denial and relative poverty as most single parents could testify.

After she had pretty much soaked the front of my shirt, she said "As long as I was working and putting the money in the bank, I guess I felt like I was doing something to get Maria back, but it's been ten years and I don't know. I gave them notice. I'm quitting. Maybe I can get a weekend job in a restaurant. I don't want to work in a bar anymore. It stinks and people get drunk and stupid and come on to me."

"Well, is there anything I can do?"

"No. I guess I just needed to tell you. You know what? You probably expected me to come home and have fun with you, but I feel wrung out. I'm sorry, Dan. Are you sure you want to hang out with me? I have all these problems."

"Yeah, Chuck. I'm very sure. It's rough. Maybe we can do something about Maria. I don't know what off the top of my head. She's somewhere and people can't just hide forever. It's good to talk about things. I don't have any expectations. I know you worked all day. I had no idea you were working all those hours though. You must be burned out."

"Yeah, I am and maybe I'll take a couple of weeks off before I jump into another job somewhere, if I can even find one. I'm tired. I feel like I've been tired for a long time and my feet and legs are killing me. I worked the morning shift at Trader Joe's and then started at the bar at eight o'clock."

"Ok, doll. We're putting you directly to bed."

We went to the bedroom, I took her robe from her and refrained from devouring her with only the strongest will, pulled back the sheets and she sank into bed. I stripped, climbed in beside her. We kissed.

"Oh, I've missed you this week."

"I've thought about you every day, Chuck."

"Do me?"

"I thought you were tired?"

"I want you inside me. I might behave like a sack of spuds, but would you just climb on top? I'd like to go to sleep with sticky thighs and you wrapped around me in a haze of sexy musk."

Well, that was hard to argue with. I was reasonably rested up from my nap that afternoon and had been anticipating hot sex with this goddess all week. Certain parts of me instantly sprang to attention and I lowered myself gently on to that luscious woman, slipped inside her and then used her for all I was worth. She took me in and surrendered herself to my lust.

As I was drifting off to sleep, she said, "Oh, I didn't tell you, Sr. Antonio Velasquez, the patron of the family that owns this property is coming over for coffee. He's feeling better."