As Faith lay basking in the orgasmic afterglow, she thought, 'This is one of those rare moments when reality exceeds your fantasy.' Turning onto her side and propping her head on her hand, She met the eyes of her grinning lover. 'Was it only yesterday I was thinking how nice it would be just to spend time flirting with him?'
An old Rolling Stone's tune popped into her head and she sang softly, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you neeed."
Bill turned onto his side and mirrored her relaxed pose. His dark eyes wandered pleasantly over her skin. It made her tingle, when he said, "What did you want?"
"I forget," she lied, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling and wonder, 'what's next?'
Bill's movement made Faith curious and she shifted to watch him remove the flooded rubber. Apologetically, she said, "Sorry little guys, but I can't have you swimming up my stream to spawn."
After setting the condom on his briefs, he leaned over her, his damp penis resting lightly against her thigh. "There are no swimmers, Faith. I had a vasectomy eight years ago."
Smiling warmly, she arched her brows, and said, "Really... well, we may have to try this again, without the safety net," and pulled him down into a lingering kiss. Then added the comment, "That is, if you're still interested."
His tantalizing hand caressed between her thighs and cupped her sex, as his lips landed on a nipple, drawing it in to a wiggling tongue. The wanton desire she felt inside, and something growing against her leg, gave a positive response.
Bill lifted his head. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
Bill sat up cross-legged and leaned forward, with elbows resting on his knees. Languidly, he ran his fingertips back and forth on the front of her hip, while staring blankly into the fire.
At first, she thought he was joking, and then there was a burst of fear that she'd been unsatisfying or, even worse, simply used. But his loving touch pushed away those concerns and was replaced by a concern for his emotional well-being. Quietly she waited, enjoying the warmth from the hearth and his caress, while observing the new man in her life. His black hair, sprinkled with gray, gave him a mature presence, hiding the big kid inside. The recently eager, full lips had compressed into a hard line. 'What is he thinking about?'
'Let him think,' she decided, as her eyes wander over the broad shoulders, down the slightly haired, deeply cleft, chest. His arms, even at rest, appeared powerful and she relished the safety she felt in his company. 'When will this enchantment end?'
Faith was eyeing his legs, when from above she heard, "Maybe we need to slow down. I'm missing something--"
The sudden ring of the telephone startled them both.
Faith sat up, as Bill walked over to the end table and, smiling playfully, tossed the cordless phone to her.
"Thank you, Mr. Moody," she scolded as he turned away.
He gave her a sidelong glance, and she stuck out her tongue.
Faith watched him walk to the stairs. His back was nicely muscled and the contour undulated with the sway of his arms. The firm buttocks alternated clenches with each stride. There was a slight roll above the hips where age was settling in.
'He's human after all,' she thought.
The persistent ring finally regained her attention. Faith clicked the talk button, and mumbled, "Hello," while concentrating on the nude ascending the staircase.
"Hello, Faith?"
The annoyed tone snapped her focus back to the caller. "Yes, speaking."
"Faith, this is Bob Engles."
"Oh... hi, Bob." Suddenly feeling exposed to the world, Faith began to dress, with a growing uneasiness in her stomach. "How are you?"
"I'm very upset, Faith. I've heard a rumor that you're selling your land to an outsider. Is that true?" His irritated volume made her hold the receiver a few inches away from her ear.
Warily, Faith asked, "Where did you hear that?" trying to be evasive, while thinking about the best way to proceed. The phone line was quiet long enough to know the question had flustered him.
Sounding intentionally vague, he answered, "Some people were talking, and I just overheard them."
Deciding another strand of misinformation may speed the detective process along, Faith boldly said, "Well, it's true Bob. A friend of mine, who's a contractor, wants to develop the land. And considering how uncooperative the town has been during my recent setback, I'm selling out to the highest bidder. I have to think of my family's welfare." Snapping her suspenders closed, she thought, 'That ought to get him worked up.'
Another extended silence, and then, "How much is he offering?"
Unaware of current property values and not wanting to sound ridiculous, she answered, "Thirty percent higher than the assessed value."
The connection began to crackle with static, as Bob's angry voice demanded, "Don't you dare sell to anyone but..." then the line went dead.
"Bob? Helloooo... Hmm." Clicking off the phone, Faith sat down to think things over, until the creaky top stair shifted her interest. Flexing calves and thighs appeared and then white cotton briefs. "Awww," she groaned, initially disappointed, but, as his torso became visible, her expectations were somewhat fulfilled.
"Who was that?" Bill asked, smiling as he strolled over -- seemingly in a lighter mood than when he left.
Not wanting to dispirit him, she answered, "Just a neighbor." And then, before he could make anymore inquiries, she added, "The phone went dead again. Lets go for a walk and check the telephone line down to the road."
Bill bent down, resting his weight on the arms of the chair, and pecked her lips. His breath had the fresh scent of toothpaste and her essence was gone from his skin.
A little sadness crept in with the awareness of how quickly she'd been washed away.
Hovering close, his happy eyes looked down her bib. "Are you going dressed like this?" he asked, then stood back and held out a helping hand.
"In your dreams, Holder," she answered, taking his hand and enjoyed the ease of rising to her feet and being held close.
Hugging Bill tight, her face pressed against his shoulder, Faith decided the next move should be his. 'If he wants to slow things down -- so be it. He knows I'm ready and willing.'
His grip slackened so Faith moved away and headed upstairs to dress appropriately. When she returned, Bill was already outside, Hershey was barking and she heard the word "Fetch."
Grabbing a green plaid jacket from the closet, she spied an old straw hat on the shelf and, deciding to perpetuate the 'farmer's daughter' image, put it on for effect. As she walked over to him, his broad smile was reassuring. "Are ya ready fer a hike, Mister?" she asked. Bending to pet Hershey, she took the ball and threw it.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Lets git goin' then. The day ain't a gittin' any younger and neither am I."
They walked side by side in the dwindling light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, so she did the same -- resisting the temptation to take his arm. Following the gravel driveway downhill, they chatted about the fresh air and springtime, growing up and raising children. Several Robins bounced around, pecking bugs from the bared grass between the patches of snow, and giving Hershey something different to chase. The telephone poles veered off from the road. So, they had to walk underneath the wires through the woods to continue their inspection.
The recent weather left the earth slick and soft. Not long into the off-road hike Bill's sneakers lost their grip and he found himself sitting in mud. Laughing hysterically, Faith offered a hand up and he pulled her down next to him.
"There! Serves you right," he said, with retaliatory smugness.
"Aw, poor Holder. Did I hurt your feelings?" Faith cooed, tenderly stroking his face with muddy fingers.
"Why you brat!" and he countered with a muddy paw print of his own.
Soon they were caked with a layer of brown muck -- laughing and pointing out certain resemblances to their wallowing relatives in the hog family.
Coming to their cold senses, they got up and continued the quest for downed wire another 100 yards, where they found the phone line ripped from the poles by a dead maple tree that had split and fallen from the weight of the recent snow.
Faith said, "I guess I'll have to drive into the village to report the problem."
"Do you have a chainsaw? I can cut that up for firewood."
The offer surprised her. She'd never been sure how long he intended to stay. It was one thing for him to say he wanted to be there for a while, but this was making a commitment of considerable days, she thought, looking at the size of the tree.
Hesitantly, she said, "Yeah, I have a saw," while gazing at his face for any regret.
Seeming pleased, Bill wrapped his muddy sleeve around her, and pulled her toward home. "Good, I could use some exercise. I'll get started in the morning."
When they reached the gravel road, Faith and Bill began a slow jog in the growing darkness, just to warm up. The fragrant hickory smoke, wafting from the chimney, greeted them a short ways from home.
Slowing to a brisk walk, Faith said, "Mmm, I love that smell. Doesn't it smell warm and inviting?"
There was no answer. In the dimness she could barely make out his steely expression.
Entering the dark kitchen, Faith said, "God, I'm cold and disgusting."
She heard an oink behind her. A disembodied voice said, "I think you're one sexy sow," and a pair of hands began removing her clothes.
Laughing, she reached out and found something resembling wet plaster to peel off him, and called, " sue-eee, here pig, pig, pig."
