Hank stretched. He had a good night's sleep and he slept in the same attic loft that Amy and he had made love in. No love making this time. Amy said with all the people in the house staying over there was no chance. Amy was sleeping with her sister. Carrie and her cousins were nearby. So Hank got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat.
As he entered the kitchen, he found Amy's dad there.
"Want some coffee? Kettle's hot," Joe asked.
"Yes, sir," Hank answered.
"Cut out the sir crap, Hank. It's Joe," he said. "Thanks again for the picture. Amy said she had quite the time in DC. Really showed her a good time. Do you know the President?"
Hank began to talk about DC and his work. He smiled as he thought about "the good time" he showed Amy. As they talked it became easier and easier for both of them to share thoughts.
Hank stayed away from discussing the past. It seemed like a good idea. Even thought he wanted to know why and he wanted an explanation, he didn't ask. He didn't think it would do any good. If Joe wanted to talk about it, he would. His comment yesterday seemed to say it all. One thing Joe did say was he misjudged Hank and surprised to hear he was doing so well especially in the field he chose.
Time had not been good in political terms to Joe. Fifteen years ago Joe was a big man in the State. He could make or break people. What he said went but now he was just an old politician who was cast aside by the new blood. He was a State Rep but that was all. What really hurt was that one of the new blood was Roger Perry.
Roger was moving ahead. There was talk of him being the next governor or US Senator. He knew all the right people and had built a well run staff. His divorce from Amy slowed his climb but he had recovered. From what Hank knew of the divorce, some messy details like Roger sleeping around were kept out of the news and Amy made out alright. The really sad part is Roger learned all he knew from Joe, only did it better.
The rest of the family showed up one at a time. Amy was surprised and relieved to see the two of them getting along. She truly loved her dad but she couldn't forgive him. She was afraid Hank would be bitter or worse show it. The way Hank was handling things made her realize that he was very special.
After breakfast Amy informed Hank that they were going horseback riding and packing a picnic. Also that Carrie was leaving with Jesse and her children to spend a week at their house. Tonight Hank and she would be going home to her house. It wasn't that far away. About an hour.
It was close to eleven before everything was ready. They said good bye to Carrie and the cousins, packed lunch, saddled the horses and set off. Amy led the way. Following her, Hank found himself watching her ass bounce in the saddle. It was hypnotizing. She kept a "fine seat".
Hank occasionally went riding in DC. He dated Chrissie, from the Air and Space museum, and they would go for rides along the old Chesapeake Canal. Chrissie was quite a girl. Hank dated her right after his divorce. It was Chrissie who introduced him to Brianna. She was into kinky sex especially in public. She told Hank that she wanted to do it on horseback along the Canal. They never did which was OK with him. He still saw her but only on the rare time he wanted something very different.
Amy had ridden all her life. She found the big animals relaxing to be around. She could just lose herself and her cares as she rode.
It was only a short ride when they halted near a stream that was in the back of the farm. Here the stream widened out to form a pond. There were flat rocks right along the edge and the trees made it a very secluded place. They dismounted and tied up the horses. Amy unpacked the saddle bags. She brought a large blanket which she spread on the rocks. She then brought out some cold chicken and fresh cut veggies from yesterday. From the other bag, she produced a chilled bottle of wine and 2 plastic glasses.
"You thought of everything," Hank said shaking his head.
"I use to come here a lot, just to get away. Jesse and I would swim here when we were teenagers. Afterwards we just lie in the sun and talk about many things." Here Jesse and she would share secrets.
As they ate, Amy told Hank she and Carrie had stayed up late last night talking, girl talk. It was the first time the two ever had a talk like this. Not mother daughter but woman to woman and it felt nice. Amy felt Carrie was OK with what was going on right now.
Hank asked in all seriousness, "So I passed the audition?"
"Yes, silly," Amy laughed. "Let's go swimming!" With that she peeled off her top and started wiggling out of her pants. "Last one in...."
"Hey, no fair!" Hank yelled.
It was too late. Amy was running towards the water. Hank watched her go. "Damn," he whistled under his breath as he watched her naked body dive into water.
The water felt cold compared to the heat of the air. It caused her nipples to harden. The coolness caused her to sigh as it flowed between legs, meeting the warmth there. She watched Hank gingerly enter the water. His cock already beginning to get hard and erect.
"Jesus," Hank yelped. "It's cold!" He could feel his balls shrink but it didn't seem to affect his cock. He looked around for Amy as he waded deeper.
Amy sank down in the water, completely submerging and swimming until she reached him. She rose up slowly before him, her body mere inches from him.
Hank reached out, his hands closing around her hips as he pulled her toward him. He leaned into her breasts, slowly licking the water off one nipple, then the other one. Amy groaned with pleasure. Hank smiled, and then leaving her breasts, kissed her.
She was desperate to get closer. Amy straddled him, the base of his cock brushing against her pussy as they kissed long and deep. She pressed her breasts against his chest as his hands caressed her back and squeezed her ass cheeks.
God, how she wanted him in her. She reached down and closed her hand around his erect shaft. She stroked him soft and slow until Hank growled with lust. She gasped as he stood up and carried her to the shore. He laid her on her back on a warm flat rock. He spread her legs wide and suddenly stopped. She was as smooth and hairless as the day she born.
Lust filled Hank's eyes as he looked at Amy's smooth pussy. He dove to it, licking it, nibbling it, teasing her clit with his tongue until she begged for more. She thrust her hips forward, urging him on. He was more than happy to oblige. He licked her in long slow strokes, dipping his tongue inside her and tasting her juices. He sucked on her clit until waves of ecstasy built up inside her. Her climax engulfed her. He kissed her gently while it eased, moving slowly up her body until his mouth found hers.
Amy moaned, feeling the warm of the July sun and the heat of their bodies. She wanted him. She needed him.
"Please," she whispered.
Hank smiled, positioning himself so that the firm head of his cock rubbed against her wet slit. He moved up and down over her clit.
"Is this what you want?" he said teasing her.
Amy nodded. "Please," she begged.
In one swift movement Hank rolled her over so that she lay with her breasts pressed against the rock and she could stand hip deep in the water. He came up behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her in one smooth motion. She cried out, the thrill of feeling him fill her was almost too much to bear. He moved slowly in and out, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When he pulled out, he left her empty, wanting.
Hank rolled Amy over. "I want to look at you when I come," he murmured.
He entered her again. He cupped her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples with agonizing tenderness. She pushed against him, loving the pleasure that was hers to give. He kept his eyes on hers, grinding his hips to her rhythm, until he exploded into her. She came with him, beautiful waves of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. He held her while their breathing slowed. He helped her out of the water and on to the blanket where they both collapsed.
Chapter 15
The afternoon went too fast. The sun warmed and dried their bodies. They made love, slowly one more time. They acted as if they were the only two people in the world. Upon arriving back at Amy's house they both showered, Hank downstairs, Amy up. Amy's mom cooked them supper and the four of them ate together. It made Amy feel good and she held Hank's hand under the table.
Hank enjoyed the time he was spending with her family. All the difficulties he expected, if not overcome, were at least not as bad as he thought they would be. The relationship between her dad and him might never be great but at least they could accept each other. The signed picture was a good ice breaker. Her mom, Elsie, was as great as ever.
"So Hank, what do think of us now," Elsie asked. "It has been a long time"
Hank replied, "Yes it has been. I don't think it will as long between visits this time." Amy squeezed his hand under the table.
Hank had lost both his parents and with his sister so far away, he missed family. Here he could have one. With Amy's sister having children and Jimmy with one and another on the way, it made Hank think about having kids of his own. Susan never really wanted any and in the long run it was a good thing. Carrie was a great chance for him to be a dad and he hoped he would have the chance to be one to her.
After supper, Hank packed the car as Amy said good-bye to parents. Hank look at the scene on the porch and it made him feel good. Amy kissed her mom, hugged her dad, and walked to the car. Hank watched her come closer in the fading sunlight. She was dressed in a light summer dress and sandals. The sunlight shone through her dress, outlining her legs. Her auburn hair seemed to shimmer in the light. She flashed her smile at him and he melted. Until that moment he didn't realized how special she was to him. He held the door open for her.
"What?" she asked quizzically.
"Oh, nothing."
Hank started the car and put the coordinates in the GPS. "Says it should take a little over an hour." They waved as they left.
Leaving the driveway and heading down the road, Amy slid across the seat and moved right up against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She snuggled in.
As they drove down the road, she began to stroke Hank's thigh. Lightly at first then firmer and higher. His cock began to harden. She noticed and softly squeezed it. In no time it became uncomfortable as his cock was straining against his pants. Hank tried to keep his mind on driving but Amy was making it extremely difficult to do so. He moved the car over to right hand slow lane.
Amy looked up at Hank. "I can't believe I'm going to say this. I'm as horny as hell," she said in very low soft voice.
