Fireflies of the South

There was something about summer nights in the south of the United States that felt otherworldly. The warm humidity, the peppered, star-filled sky, and the deep hum of luminescent fireflies soothed my soul and put a smile on my face so wide that it would take an age to come off if the night was eternal. Tonight was no different.

I moved to the area last year for work, originally being a Floridian who grew tired of all of the tourists. Florida isn't exactly what someone thinks of when they mention the south, ignoring geography of course. This was especially true for where I used to live, Orlando, but it's more so than any of the northern or western states, and whenever I had the opportunity to venture out of the Disney bubble I was suffocating in, It was nearly always in adjacent counties, or, when my family or myself and my friends were feeling particularly adventurous, even states.

This is what brought me here, to this quaint Virginian town on the outskirts of the Appalachian mountains, a town full of the best things you could ever want in America; moonshine, southern food, gyms, shooting ranges, and, of course, stunning southern women.

Now, the Floridian accent isn't anything to write home about, but southern American accents? Especially spoken by their women? They'll melt you from the inside out, leaving you as gooey as their honey voices. Did I move here just for that? No, definitely not, but was I going to move to somewhere like California, with

those

accents? Unlikely. No offence if you're Californian, but, be honest with yourself here. You know what I mean.

The south was and always would be my home, and, as I glanced over towards a small farmstead down the road, past a long row of parked cars and planted evergreen trees, the memory of my conversation with Sally a week a go extended the smile put on my face by the fireflies and their fluorescent frolicking.

She had been out on her horse, doing the rounds in the local area and clearly enjoying herself. Although she was largely hidden by the helmet and fluorescent jacket she was wearing, her beauty was immediately obvious. I just couldn't take my eyes away from her.

Chocolate brunette curls framed her cute face, her eyes bright and alive, the first thing that drew me to her - aside from the fantastical steed she was riding of course. She was an older woman, I'd guess late thirties, early forties, but she had aged like the finest of wines. (Fuck it, a Californian wine. You can have that one at least. Credit where it's due and all).

We were both at a small crossroads, flanked by thick forest groves and corn fields, waiting to cross as endless cars crossed ahead of us. She looked down from me atop her steed as I stood in awe at the horse before me. I felt like a peasant staring up at a modern knight in shining armour. She broke into a smile that'd warm even the coldest of hearts, her eyes twinkling as they met mine. I saw my chance, and I took it.

"That might be the most gorgeous horse I've ever seen in my life," I said, looking up at her.

"Oh really, Marcus here?" She said as she looked from the horse to me.

I was right about the eyes then, those are something else.

"Definitely, do you mind? Will he kick me into the next state?" I said, motioning to stroke Marcus' head.

"By all means sweetheart."

I reached out, gently petting his head and cheek, that coarse skin-hair mixture feeling surprisingly nice against my hand.

"He really is gorgeous, but I can't lie, so is the woman riding him."

She giggled at that, obviously not expecting such an honest comment. Even her laugh was sexy, but I did my best to hide my attraction. Whether I was successful or not, I had absolutely no idea.

"Aren't you bold." She said, continuing to smile at me. I looked ahead, checking if the roads were clear to cross yet, thankfully they weren't, but I realised quickly what I was doing, and called it out.

"I know I'm essentially holding you hostage here, but I had to say something." I said as confidently as I could, looking back at her and catching her, effectively, checking me out, as if I were a prize horse to be bid on - or not. Luckily, she seemed to be in the buying mood.

"Oh no honey, I appreciate it. I can't say I've had someone approach me like this before. Usually guys just wolf whistle at me, as if that'd get me jumping into bed with them then and there."

"Then I'm glad I did it in the right way." I replied, laughing.

"That you did, handsome, but it's time for us to cross."

With that, she spurred the horse on ahead of me. I quickly followed suit, walking beside her as we went. I had been doing my best to read her body language up until this point, but once that handsome comment dropped between my feet, I knew the attraction, at least, was mutual.

It was mine to fuck up now, and the only thing - no, woman - I wanted to fuck up into was-

"Do you usually start chatting up girls riding horses in broad daylight?" She said.

I didn't say I was the best narrator, was I? You'lll have to excuse the jumbled retelling. It will be over soon enough. Even now my mind quickly wanders to debauchery, and how little I knew back then of what was to come.

"Only when they're as pretty as you." I remember saying, "I tried it at night time before, didn't end well, surprisingly."

"I'm not surprised, actually," She laughed. "So, what's my admirer's name then?"

"James, and yours?"

"Sally." She replied softly, switching between looking ahead and down at me, as if she didn't want to take her eyes off me if she could help it.

We reached the other side of the road where I would be turning off at, and came to a stop, as did she.

"Well, Sally," I began, "I don't want to keep you too long, I can see you're busy with Marcus here, but, another time -"

"I'd love to." She said, beating me to the punch. "Awfully up front, but I like that in a man, especially one as sweet as you. Sure, why not, we'll quickly find out if we hate each other or not, won't we?"

I laughed at this, admiring her brazenness, respecting it even.

"That sounds great to me, maybe bring him along? I'm sure a bar or restaurant wouldn't mind. And I know there's a joke in there somewhere."

"Oh I would if I could." She said, rolling her eyes.

"So, what's your number? I'll text you later and we can arrange something then?" I said, trying not to sound too shocked at how well this was going.

Fake it till you make it boys. Fake it till you make it.

As if I had done the most socially insane move ever, she stared down at me incredulously, but gave me a once over again, before looking straight ahead, a mixture of debate, and, strangely, determination in her eyes; was she holding back on me? Or was I reading her wrong?

"Fine, you have a set of balls on you,

boy

, I'll give you that much, and I know a lot about balls." She said, looking forward still.

Oh yeah, did I mention I'm only in my early twenties? She knew it, I of course knew it, but, if anything, it seemed to make her even more interested. Thank fuck.

I remember that comment well - very odd, and obviously I thought so too, even back then. I was about to interject, before she answered my question for me. "Because of breeding horses, honey. Right, get your phone ready, you only have one shot with this number, so please get it right the first time."

I nodded, pulling my phone out - perhaps a bit too eagerly - and stood there as she slowly gave me her number, one digit at a time, her voice becoming more confident one number after the other, as if it were some sort of cathartic, empowering experience for her.

"Got all that?". She said, looking down at me once again. Her smile never left her face.

I nodded again.

"Good. Well, I'll see you around, sweetie. You have a good day now, and hopefully I'll see you soon."

"Y-you too," I said, almost melting there and then as she called me yet another heartwarming term of endearment.

And that brings us back to this moment, as I look onward, waiting for Sally. We had a drink together the other day at a local dive bar, nothing crazy, but I knew as soon as we sat down together that, as long as I didn't fuck it up in some way by saying something stupid, it was mine to lose, or win. It looked like I was about to win... hopefully.

I could tell you about it, about what we discussed, the soul-piercing gaze she had on me most of the night, the this, the that, but we don't have time for that today.

Sally had texted me that morning, asking if I could come over later for another drink, but to also help her with something 'laborious' as she put it. That later is now, fortunately, and I was intrigued to see exactly what she meant by laborious.

Now, she owned a small farmstead, she likely had a farmhand or two, or at the bare minimum a neighbour who would help her with such things. I was sure she didn't

need

help with whatever it was, she

wanted

my help specifically. I had a feeling it could turn into a slight oglefest; me doing all the work whilst she sat back with her wine, watching my every move over the rim of her wine glass. I wasn't opposed to this at all, and, as I saw a silhouette walking up from the dirt road that ran adjacent to the road and parallel to her large, wooden house, I knew I'd find out soon enough.

Straightening myself up, I took one last look at the sky, wondering how many men and women looked quizzically upwards, contemplating the stars before they willingly sent themselves into the arena of lust and debauchery, hoping beyond hope that they don't go full FUBAR.

Probably more people than there are stars in the sky, or some poetic crap like that.

"Hey James, how'd ya do?" Sally said, interrupting my pseudo-philosophical thoughts as she got closer. "Beautiful night to be out, isn't it darling?"

Now she was here, in the dim brightness of my porch light; standing like a modern greek goddess straight from the pages of the Iliad. I could properly see what she was wearing now, a battle between the illuminated and silhouetted parts of her raged, and, fuck me, was it still a sight.

Sally knew who she was and what she was. She knew the allure that she had, and how to capitalise on it, because she was wearing the hottest clothes possible, maybe known to man, at least this man. Not that he could be trusted now that most of his blood wasn't rushing upwards to his head, brute-forcing a more productive, well-run brain, but down to my other head, unsurprisingly.

A leather cowboy hat sat atop her head, brown and well looked after. Brunette tresses rested on her breasts, flanking her large cleavage that presented itself proudly from the flowing sundress she was wearing. The dress hugged her at all the right places. It was an earthy red colour, tight at the waist, flowing down to just below mid-thigh, accentuating every delicious, devourable curve that she had. I had an idea that she was packing up top, but it wasn't until now that I really figured that out with what looked to be, at the very least, DD breasts, with what also looked to be an underwired bra, of what colour or design, I couldn't yet tell. Cowboy boots met me as I quickly glanced further down, featuring the swirly patterns up and down the sides that were typical of those boots.

That's a fucking hot sight and a half. Dear lord. Those are staying on... I just want to lift up her dress and... fuck, shut up James. Focus on the situation, the present, not the indeterminable future... indeterminable... just like her cocksucking skills are - stop, idiot.

Shaking the stupid thoughts from my head, I thought back to how different she looked now to when we had a drink. At the bar she had worn a t-shirt and shirt, along with jeans. She looked great, but a lot was fairly hidden, but she had clearly been keeping the best till last.

She was only a few inches shorter than me, above average height for a woman or so, but I found it incredibly sexy. Sally was just stunning; a mature rose as bright and vibrant as the moon that night.

"Hey you," I said, stealing my eyes away from the stars, "It's the best night to be out it seems, just look at how clear the sky is."

"You're right hun, you're right." She said, walking up beside me and looking to the sky.

"I know somewhere even better to see them from, wanna see honey?" She said, turning towards me.

I looked at her. Eyes like the shallow waters of the Aegean sea stared back at me. They moved from one eye to the other as she studied my face.

"Isn't there something for me to move first?" I asked, puzzled.

"Oh sweetie, you're more innocent than I thought. There's no such thing." She replied, smiling at me. "But there is a drink."

I nodded slowly, understanding the situation now.

"Smart." I said. "That sounds good to me, is it far? Do we need to drive?"

"Nope." She said, shaking her head. "It's just down the road there, on my land." She said whilst pointing, looking over to the dirt road.

"Alright then, lead the way, cowgirl." I gestured toward the road.

She winked at me as she walked in front, tipping her hat at me. I couldn't get enough of what she was wearing, and now I had an even better view.

Sally clearly knew what I wanted to see, the fact she actually acquiesced to it was incredibly hot.

Her waist was pinched, flaring out to wide hips and a thick ass that was already causing a stir in my jeans. There's nothing more uncomfortable than walking in jeans with an erection, so although all I wanted to do as we walked was stare at her ass, I knew better than to give in (At least completely. I was still only human).

I took several quicker steps to catch up to her as we crossed the road and veered off down the path, the ground thankfully hard and dry. No mud.

The path widened, allowing us to walk side by side. As I came up to her side, she spoke.

"We're coming up to my favourite bit of my land."

"Favourite bit? Why's it your favourite bit?"

Sally shot a sexy glance my way. "You'll see in a second."

A couple dozen or so strides later on a slight incline and I saw what she meant.

We stopped, and looked out over miles of low land, a mixture of farm and trees in our midst. A small lake sat nestled between the end of a field and huddles of trees. It was picturesque, an emerald, Appalachian jewel.

"I see what you mean." I said, looking from the land skyward, stars and a bright moon looking back at us.

We stood there taking it all in for a moment. The deep hum and humidity of the south were our only other company, but it was all we needed.

"So this is all yours?" I said eventually.

Sally shook her head. "Not all of it. Most of it, though."

"Looks like you're doing a fine good job with the land so far. It's not simple, what you do here that is. You know that of course. I kind of find it hot though... the whole farming landlady thing...how do you do it all?"

Sally looked from her land to me.

"A lot of elbow grease, working my ass off, and really not worrying about getting dirty."

"Do you like to do that, then?" I said back.

"Do what?"

I smiled. "Get dirty."

Sally shot a knowing smile back at me. "It depends on the

kind

of dirt. Sometimes I love to get dirty."

My heartbeat was starting to pick up the pace as Sally slowly rounded on me, moving in close without a word.

Looking from eye to eye, her eyes were on mine, searching my soul, before closing them as our faces neared. At the apex of my heart's beat, seemingly threatening to explode, our lips finally met.

Fireworks went off in the dark abyss of my closed eyes, my hands moving to her face to hold her there as we made out. I bit her lip lightly, pulling it away slightly, earning a smile from her.

"Naughty boy." she said, pulling away from me slightly, but still close to my face.

"I can be naughtier. Do you like to follow commands?"

"When they're being ordered by someone as attractive as you, I do. Although I'm usually more of an order giver, if you catch my drift."

"That can wait." I said quietly. "Close your eyes, think of nothing but the breeze on your arms, on your bare legs, the hum of the fireflies, and each breath you take in. Can you do that for me, Sally?"

"You bet I can." She smiled devilishly, giving 'fuck-me' eyes.

Only too happy to oblige ma'am... although maybe I shouldn't call her that to her face. She might get the wrong impression.

She followed mr command, closing her eyes for me, trepidation on her lips as the evening air sent several strands of her hair flying in the gentle wind. I took my time, savouring the moment as she stood there, frozen in time, waiting.

Her plump lips moved ever so slightly, as if she went to subtly bite her lip but thought better of it. She wasn't going to give in that easily.

Taking a couple of steps forward, I moved my hands to her hips, causing her to almost jump as they enjoyed her waist. I pulled her forward suddenly - she couldn't help but giggle at that - and, now, our faces were only a few inches away. Her sweet perfume once again made its way to my nose, sending electricity through my body as she was starting to have an effect on me.

I leaned forward as one of my hands lightly gripped her neck, taking it into my hand as I pressed my lips to hers.

A quiet moan escaped from her, as if uttered by a mouse that didn't want to alert anyone of its presence, but I knew how to proceed, to call her bluff. I abandoned her lips, moving to her neck quickly. Before she could even process what was happening, I was kissing her there. I could taste her perfume, its smell delicious, the taste acrid, but I didn't care. Her neck was my desire, and my tongue the will that would grasp it in my hand and melt it, falling into my clutches as we descended into one another. Her decolletage wasn't safe either, enjoying a thorough seeing to before moving back to her mouth.

We made out like our lips were meant for it, under cosmic starlight as the willows swayed gently around us in the summer wind. Only the slightest touch of a chill came over our bodies, but we ignored it. We had each other, here and now, our bodies moving as one, our conjoined warmth keeping us from retreating away from the cold.

She moaned into my mouth as we explored each other's bodies, my hands moving to her legs and surprising her by picking her up.

"Strong boy," she giggled, running her clawed hands gently through my scalp.

I slowly moved her to a nearby tree overlooking a small pond, gently pressing her up against it as I went for her neck once again.

"You know my weakness." She groaned softly, continuing to hold my head to her neck as I continued to devour it. "I'd love to find out some of yours."

With that she pushed off slightly from the tree, wriggly free from my grip and settling her feet back onto the grass.

What is she up to?

"That was cute, and fun, but I feel like showing you a thing or two. Think you can keep up?"

"Sure, why not," I replied, my hardness growing as I looked at her mischievous face.

She's planning something, or has already planned it...full of surprises.

"I like where this is heading." I said.

"Good boy." She teased, taking my hand and leading me away from the small pond and towards her house. "Just do as I say, and we'll have a lot of fun together. Do you think you could do that for me baby?"