Jess and the Country Boy

Me and Ryan, the sexy redneck neighbor, had been eye-fucking each other for weeks, ever since I'd moved in with my sister's family a couple months back. He'd recently married, but there was every indication that he already regretted that decision, and every time we'd talk, it became more and more clear that his eyes were roving all over my body and he wanted me... and I was definitely feeling that vibe, getting turned on by his obvious lust...

I'd moved to this tiny town up north to sort of kick-start my life over again after a bunch of things had gone wrong in the city, including but not limited to getting divorced, and my sister invited me to live with them. The only thing I'd left behind was my boyfriend, a sweet, caring older man who encouraged me to find myself. I missed him a lot, but we felt pretty confident we could weather this time apart if we made a point of still seeing each other as often as possible. We still talked every day and it was almost bearable.

I say 'almost,' because aside from missing my bf's company, I also missed getting fucked on the regular. Horniness was a real issue... and it wasn't helped by the presence of Ryan, my sister's next door neighbor, a studly, barrel-chested redneck with a sexy beard and huge arms. In a lot of ways, he was the opposite of my boyfriend, not the type I'd be interested in for a relationship, but who had such a raw, earthy sex appeal I found myself extremely distracted by him.

Out riding quads on the wooded property, or just hanging around the house, I couldn't help but notice that he was definitely hanging around a lot more than when I first moved in, and knowing he wanted to fuck me made my stomach butterfly and my pussy tingle...

One morning, having coffee, I looked out the back door and saw him and my brother in law, clearing trees, and even though it was cold he had his coat off, and I was captivated by his arm muscles working, his tattoos, his beard... he looked up and saw me watching... he smiled and nodded and I smiled back and give a small wave before heading back inside, thinking extremely filthy thoughts...

"Stop it, Jess," I told myself. "You have a boyfriend. Behave..."

A couple days later, he was back, and all of us-- my sister, my brother-in-law, Ryan, and a couple of their friends-- were standing around outside passing a joint around. Ryan didn't smoke, but he hung around anyway, opposite me in the small circle. I was barely paying attention to the conversation because I was acutely aware of his eyes on me and it was distracting... My brother in law said, "Well, I got shit to do, catch up to y'all later," and he left... the others gradually left too, until there was only me and Ryan standing out in the yard, near the tree line.

We were silent for a moment, feeling the awkward tension, until finally he said, "How you holdin up, Jess? Adjusting okay to your new place?"

"Oh, it's not too bad," I said. "Living alone could be hard sometimes but I also like my alone time so it's, you know, a mixed bag. Better than being married haha."

He laughed. "Fuck, that's the fucking truth. I'm starting to think I'm not meant to be married after all." He looked at me intently. "Especially when there's so many enticing options out of nowhere..."

I grinned at him, cocking my head a bit, and laughed. "That's very true..." Then I said, "Give me your phone."

"What?"he said.

"Just give me your phone."

He handed it to me and I inputed my number into it and handed it back. "If you wanna talk. You know. Marriage stuff. I've been through it, so... you know."

I don't know what had possessed me in that moment to do such a thing; it was a lot bolder than I ever imagined myself being. And for fuck sake, I had a boyfriend; why would I encourage Ryan's interest in me?

He put his phone back in his pocket, said, "Yeah? What if I wanna talk about other stuff?" His eyes locked onto mine and there was no mistaking what he meant. I felt my face flush and a warmth in my belly... but I laughed and said, "Dork," and turned around and walked back to the house. I felt his eyes on my ass as I walked away, and I glanced back over my shoulder at him, give a little wiggle, and went in the house...

I knew what had encouraged me to do such a thing. Ryan was sexy as fuck... and I was sooo horny...

I didn't see Ryan for a couple days after that, but that weekend, at about 11 at night, I was messaging my boyfriend when my text dinged. I opened it to find a message saying, "Hey it's Ryan, wyd? Hope it's not too late to text"

Sudden butterflies in my stomach, I waited a few moments before responding. My boyfriend and I had been messaging sexy stuff back and forth and I was already more than a little turned on, and seeing Ryan's message made my pussy even wetter...

Finally, I responded with, "Naw it's not too late, I'm just laying around, can't sleep."

He responded immediately, "Same lol. Not laying down though, just sitting around drinking and thinking about shit" I said, "Yeah? What kind of shit?" He wrote, "Oh shit about a little hippy chick that just moved in next door lol"

Oh boy, here we go, I thought... knowing I was about to hit a point of no return... I could turn back now, be a faithful and loyal girlfriend, or I could flirt more openly...

I didn't even make a conscious decision... I just typed, "Yeah? What about the little hippy chick next door?" And before I could even think about it, I added a little grinning devil face emoji...

He took a long minute to respond, and I could see the dots moving as he typed... and then finally: "Pretty inappropriate shit for a married man lol"

My boyfriend was messaging me, but I ignored him for just a few minutes and, with slightly trembling fingers, knowing I was crossing a line, I typed, "Well there's no harm in having thoughts...it's not like I haven't had my share about a certain hot married country boy next door lol"

He wrote: "well like you say, nothing wrong with thoughts... no matter how dirty they are ;-) " Then, "How about a sexy pic? Just for the thoughts..."

I typed, "You want me to send dirty pics? To a married man? Lol"

He quickly wrote, "Ugh, sorry, that was fucked up, I shouldn't have asked," and I responded, "Oh I didn't say I wouldn't... lol" He messaged back with "hahaha fuck, you are evil"

"Lol... okay, hang on one sec..."

My heart racing, I scrolled through my pics and found one I'd taken for my boyfriend a few days earlier, one of me from behind, in panties and a bra, showing off my ass. I took a deep breath, and then sent it...

There was a long moment after that of Ryan not responding, and my heart was pounding... and then he wrote, "Oh my god. Jesus Christ, I am so hard right now... you are so fucking hot"

Grinning, my pussy getting hot and wet imaging him hard for me, I wrote, "Oh yeah?"

I was interrupted just then by my sister calling from upstairs, "Jess, you awake? Can you help me with something?" I snapped back to reality and said, "I'm awake, be right there," and closed the message without saying goodbye, as if I got caught doing something bad... which I had... but strangely, I didn't feel particularly bad about it. Grinning to myself, I headed upstairs to see what my sister wanted...

The next morning, I woke up late, and still bleary-eyed, I responded to my boyfriend's messages from the night before... "Sorry, baby, I fell asleep," I said. I almost started to tell him about my conversation with Ryan-- he doesn't mind me flirting with other guys as long as he's in the loop-- but for some reason I didn't, thinking to myself I'd get to it soon enough... after a few minutes, I grabbed a towel and headed upstairs to make some coffee and take a shower...

No one was in the house, and I figured they must all be outside or off running errands or something. I peeled off my tee-shirt and panties and stepped into the hot shower... and glancing out the shower window, I spotted my brother-in-law and Ryan hanging out in the yard, only feet from the window.

The moment I saw him, he happened to look at the window and spot me... I realized he could see my tits from his vantage point, and I had a brief moment of shyness, thinking, "shit, I have to cover up," but then a warm flush coursed through my body as he grinned at me, and I grinned back, rolled my eyes, and took my shower... when I looked back, I saw that my brother-in-law had distracted Ryan and was pulling him away... but as they walked off, Ryan waved at you... I winked and waved back, wet and naked...

A few minutes later, I was out of the shower, wrapped only in my bath towel... I peeked out the bathroom door to make sure no one was around so I can dart back downstairs to my room; the coast seemed to be clear. I stepped out of the bathroom and through the kitchen, back to the stairs... I was almost there when a voice from behind me said, "You take long showers."

I turned around, startled, and there was Ryan, leaning against the kitchen counter, grinning at me.

I was very aware of muy near-nakedness, only a thin bath towel hiding my body from him. He was eyeing me up and down, not bothering anymore to hide the raw lust in his eyes...

I said, "I thought you were outside," and he said, "I was. But I came in hoping to catch a glimpse of the hot little hippy girl..."

I shook my head, laughing. "Asshole," I said, good-naturedly. "And just what would your wife say?"

"What would your boyfriend say?" he countered, "If you could see you standing there in nothing but a towel, flirting with some other guy?"

"Fair point," I said. "But I'm gonna go get dressed now."

My eyes couldn't help but move down his body, and I could see that his cock was hard in his jeans, a huge bulge that was impossible to hide, and my brain was spinning with the thought of walking up to him, grabbing that cock, and finding out firsthand just how big it really was... it would be so easy to just drop the towel, unzip his pants, and drop to my knees in front of him... but my brother-in-law was out in the yard, and I didn't even know where my sister was at the moment.

He clearly sensed what I was thinking, because he was thinking the same thing. "You need any help down there?" He grinned.

"I think I'll be okay," I said.

"Another time, then?"

I didn't answer, only smiled and shook my head and started toward the stairs. When I was at the top of them, Ryan said, "See you in a bit, I hope," and I looked back at him and impulsively flipped up my towel and flashed him my ass, then, biting my lip, I headed down stairs quickly, leaving him speechless, with his mouth hanging open...

Ryan texted me a few times over the next few days, but I only answered briefly, and with cryptic heart and devil face emojis. With time to think, I was amazed at myself at how far I'd let it go... I'd sent a sexy pic, plus he'd seen my tits, and my ass. And every time I started to tell my boyfriend about it, something stopped me... "do I like having a dirty secret?" I wondered. "I should stop, I really should... he's married... I don't want to ruin a marriage..." but then I thought, well, would fucking him ONE time ruin the marriage? If it was our own little secret? Besides, I was going to be moving out soon, another couple weeks, probably... and it's not as if I wanted a relationship with him, I wasn't attracted to anything but what he looked like, and how big that redneck cock might be...

And damnit, I had a boyfriend. What was I even doing?

I didn't have an answer, but I found myself laying down at night and getting myself off to the thought of fucking him... knowing that he was probably getting off to the same thought...

The next few times I saw him, over the next few days, we didn't talk much, as there were always lots of people around, but our eyes were always on each other, locked, and his always seemed to be saying, "I am going to fuck you. It's going to happen..." and my eyes were always saying, "Yes... I know..."

It was a Friday night, and there were a few people over at the house, including Ryan, sitting around the living room socializing. I was sitting on the floor, a blunt was being passed around, and Ryan was on the sofa closest to me... every time I passed the joint on, my arm slid against his leg, but he didn't move. I could feel the heat from his body, and smell his man-scent... he'd been working outside all evening, and the masculine smell of him was making me dizzy... he smelled raw and unrefined, a redneck scent... As usual, his wife wasn't there, and my brother-in-law teased him about it a little. Ryan said, "I don't mind, it feels good to be away from her for a while. And besides, I like the scenery here better." His leg pushed against my shoulder when he said that, but no one but me even payed attention to the comment... he was slightly drunk...

I got up to go to the kitchen for a drink, and Ryan said, "Hey, Jess, will you get me another beer?" I turned around playfully, said, "What am I, your maid? Get it your own damn self," smiling. Everyone laughed, teasing Ryan, and he laughed and said, "Oh, fine," getting up and following me into the kitchen... I realized that I had just accidentally created a moment of alone time with him, and my tummy flipped a little...

I went to the refrigerator with Ryan only a step behind me. I fished him out a beer, grabbed one for myself while I was at it, and when I handed him his, his fingers brushed along the back of my hand, sending chills through my body. I leaned back against the counter, took a sip of my beer as he cracked his open and said, "This is the first time we've been alone in a room since I saw you almost naked..."

"Yep," I said, and my gaze was unwavering on his eyes.

He took a step forward so that he was only inches from me, close enough that his scent almost overwhelmed my senses... He needed a shower, but something about the rawness of it made me flush... There was nothing polite or civilized about him; he was like an animal, radiating raw sex, and I could feel his naked lust coming off him in waves. The sexual energy filled the space and the people in the other room didn't exist...

He said, "You smell good..." and I whispered, "So do you," still not breaking eye contact. He ran one rough, calloused hand along my cheek and down my neck, and said, "I've been thinking nonstop..."

"About what?"

"About what it would be like to fuck you..."

While the sounds of laughter and talk came from the living room, a million miles away, Ryan pushed up against me, breathing against my neck, and I could feel his huge, hard cock pressing against my tummy... his hands moved over my hips and I could feel his heart pounding... he whispered in my ear, "I need to taste you... I need to feel you underneath me, moaning my name while I fuck you..."

I knew I should break away, this was way too dangerous, I should push him away and leave, but I didn't... my heart was pounding and my pussy was hot and wet...

He put a hand under my chin and lifted my face to his and his mouth moved closer so that I could feel his beer breath on my lips...

My brother in law called from the other room, "Hey, grab me one too while you're in there, huh?" And the spell was broken...

I gently pushed Ryan away, catching my breath, and said in a quiet, wavering voice, "Are you out of your mind..." but I wasn't sure if I was talking to him or myself...

I grabbed another beer from the fridge, looked again at Ryan... his face was flushed and his hard-on was apparent through his jeans and down almost half the length of his thigh... He looked like he wanted to say something, but his brain was scrambled, just like mine was... I took a deep breath, smiled at him, getting myself back under control, and right before leaving him in the kitchen, I said, "Well... you got my attention..." and he watched me as I walked away...

A couple hours later, I was back downstairs, messaging with my boyfriend. At one point, I typed out what had happened with Ryan, coming clean about the whole thing, but then my finger hovered over the "send" button for a long moment before going back and deleting... there was still time to tell him all about it, it didn't have to be then... I could save it for face to face, I told myself... I was still extremely turned on, so I put on some skimpy panties and bra and a sheer shawl and took some sexy pics for him... then he wrote an impromptu sexy story for me and I read it, touching myself, but imagining Ryan in place of whatever person my boyfriend was writing about...

I came hard, and a few moments later my boyfriend wrote, "Hey, do you mind if I call you real quick before you go to sleep?" and I said, "Sure, baby... give me just a few minutes first, okay?" It was almost 1 in the morning by then and I had to pee. I slid a pair of skimpy shorts on over my panties and headed upstairs...

It was dark and everyone seemed to be asleep, but as I headed into the bathroom I noticed someone laying on the couch... Ryan. He'd probably had too much to drink and decided to just crash there. His shirt was off, revealing his hairy chest and tattoos, and if I hadn't just had a good orgasm I'd have been sorely tempted to crawl onto the couch with him... He stirred a little as I headed toward the bathroom, so I hurried in and close the door behind me.

A couple minutes later, I left the bathroom and started heading down the dark hall back toward the basement, when, behind you, Ryan said quietly, "Hey."

I wasn't startled. I knew it was going to happen, somehow. I turned around and saw him standing there in the dark, the only light coming from outside, wearing nothing but jeans. Our eyes locked but I said nothing as he stepped up to me, forcing me back against the wall, put his rough hands on my naked hips, and pressed his mouth against mine...

I didn't fight it. As our tongues played at each other and his hands moved over my tummy, he pushed against me, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my hip... I put my arms around his neck, kissing hard, and my hips pushed back against him... I wrapped one leg around his torso as his mouth moved from my lips to my chin and then my neck... his teeth nipped at my throat as he started grinding against me...

He smelled like stale sweat and beer, scents I never thought in a million years would make me wet, but it was so animalistic, so savage and beast-like, my body responded almost against my will... my hips gyrated against him as he kissed my neck, and my fingers entwined in his dirty hair...

His mouth moved back up to my face and our lips meet savagely as his fingers started to stray down my shorts... my own hand moved to his cock, so hard and huge in his jeans, and I rubbed it as his fingers found my clit...

I gasped, soaking wet now, and his jeans were slightly wet from pre-cum. His rough fingers slide into my pussy, in and out, and I could feel an orgasm building...

The phone in my shorts pocket buzzed softly... shit, my boyfriend... I was so close to cumming...

The phone kept buzzing, and Ryan said in my ear, "Is that your boyfriend?" I nodded, barely able to speak. He said, "Answer it..." I shook my head, my hips moving against his fingers, and he said again, in my ear, "Do it..."

I stopped rubbing Ryan's cock and answered the phone... Breathlessly, I whispered, "Hi baby..."

My boyfriend said, "Hi cutie... why you whispering? Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Ryan's fingers were moving faster and faster in my pussy, and his tongue was playing along my neck, his hard cock pushing against my hips. I said, "No, it's okay... I'm upstairs... trying... ahhhh fuck... trying to be quiet.... Fuck..."

"Oh, okay," he said. "You want me to call later, baby?"

"No, no, it's.... Ahhhh... it's okay..."

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, breathlessly. "I'm... I'm good, I'm just....You doing good, ba... baby...?"