I did it the way Karen liked it, and that probably made her suspect that something was up.
I kissed her mouth, squeezed her against me and pinched her nipples. She had such nice, big tits. The curls between her legs were warm and wet even before I slipped my fingers into her slit and teased her until she couldn't talk. I lifted her knees, dragged her hood between my teeth, and flicked my tongue over her firm button. Karen thrashed when she came. She held my face against her and kicked her heels on my back.
Karen knew what would come next when I turned her on her elbows and knees. I pushed my cock into her—slowly at first then all at once—and forced a gasp out of her. She gripped her pillow in both hands and used it to muffle herself while I grunted sweet nothings in her ear. "Fuck you feel good," and a few other sensitive things like that. I slapped my hips against her soft butt and felt her cunt tighten while she came again, and then I went blank. I flattened her on the bed and let it all go inside her.
It was my plan to soften her up for the news I was going to give her.
"You're kidding, right?" she said. I wasn't kidding, but the pillow talk didn't go the way I wanted.
"You know I've always wanted to get back into biology." I told her. "I only started landscaping because the jobs were so hard to get and keep. The job is temporary, but it gives me a chance."
"Jim," she said, "you don't need a chance, and you really don't need some entry-level environmental job. You're thirty eight. You have a boatload of money from selling the business and time to start a new one. You could buy a new house, or pay more attention to me."
"It's only for the summer," I told her. "I'll be back before the end of August."
"That means I'll be alone for almost three months," Karen said. "What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" She had a frustrated edge to her voice, and her body was tense with anger.
I grinned at her and said, "That would be just enough time for you to clean out my garage."
Maybe I should've taken her more seriously. Karen hissed like her cat. Her cat hated me.
We were done when I hit the floor. She rolled me over, kicked my butt out of bed, and made me glad that we'd never gotten married or even moved in together.
That's why I was unattached when I sat down with Theresa May—my new employer—and three other members of the survey crew around a small conference table in Dr. May's office. "Our client is Rare Resources," she said. "They proposed a major new mine to produce rare earth elements. Our job is to complete a botanical census of the potentially affected areas for the Environmental Impact Statement."
Dr. May looked over her glasses at her motley crew and said, "You're going to be living together for the next ten weeks. The mine area is remote and your base camp is a small hunting lodge on the property, so try to get along."
We spent the rest of our first day pouring over maps and photographs and getting to know each other.
It was Lilly Berands who first caught my attention. She was—like Karen—in her mid-thirties. Lilly flipped her shoulder-length hair back and asked, "Have you done this before?"
"Yeah, but not since I was twenty five," I said. "It's hard to make a living this way, so I started my own business instead." Lilly's body language told me that she was thinking about sex, but not with me. Her attention was on Ryan Hanson. I felt like I was intruding on her thoughts when I asked, "What's your background?"
She looked away from Ryan long enough to say, "I have a biology degree, and I teach high school science in Minnesota. My husband and I split this last winter, so this job is a way to stay busy over the summer. I hope the experience will let me give my students a different perspective."
Lilly touched my arm as she stepped past me to talk to Ryan. She was a good-looking woman. If she'd been my high school science teacher, then she would have been the center of some pretty adolescent fantasies.
I could see why Lilly was interested in Ryan. He was a little taller than me and broad in the shoulders. He had big hands and a big laugh. I heard her repeat the same question she asked me, "Have you done this before?"
"I did a survey last summer," Ryan answered "before my senior year. But that was a lot different from this." He gestured toward the retina-burning desert sunlight outside the office window. "That was in Canada."
I could only wish Lilly good luck in her pursuit because Ryan's attention was on Robin Sanders' butt. Robin stood by herself, studied a topographic map of the proposed mine access route, and ignored Ryan. She seemed annoyed when I asked, "Do you know Ryan?"
Robin had dark hair that was bobbed below her ears and dark eyes that matched her hair. Her expression was guarded when she answered, "We went to school together—both in biology—so I've known him for a few years." She couldn't have missed the way my eyes traveled while she answered. They went down over her narrow shoulders and small breasts, and over the lines of her arms and legs.
"It doesn't look like you appreciate his company," I said.
Robin glanced past me to where Lilly still talked with Ryan. My eyes followed hers in time to see Ryan laugh out loud and Lilly step back from him. "He can be a jackass sometimes," she said, "And that's probably what just happened there. I try to avoid him." She eyed me in about the same way I eyed her then said, "I haven't done a survey like this before. Have you?"
"Yeah, but not in years," I answered. My gut wasn't very big, but I sucked it in and puffed out my chest. Robin was attractive—young, but attractive—so my reaction was automatic.
Our introductions began a week of preparation that ended with the three-hour drive to the lodge. It was at the end of a rutted trail along the edge of a national wilderness. The trail climbed from desert grasslands to hills dotted with junipers and up rocky slopes to where piñons gave way to ponderosa pine.
Dr. May spent a week with us before she had to get back to her other clients. The night after Theresa left, Lilly tugged on my arm and whispered, "I need to talk to you outside."
The air cooled fast when the sun went down and the contrast with the heat of the afternoon made it seem nearly cold. I followed Lilly into the starlight then after the door closed behind me she turned around and stepped close. "I need something from you," she said and paused. I could hardly make out her expression in the dim light when she continued, "I need sex."
I was surprised. I laughed and asked, "What's the occasion?"
"Can you spare me the conversation for now?" Lilly asked. "Tell me yes or no, and we can talk about it later."
That confused me, but I told her, "Yeah. Sure. Yep. But where?"
Lilly pulled me past the empty stables to the hay shed where all I could do was grope about in the dark. I found Lilly first and pulled her against me for a kiss, but she turned her head away and started fumbling with my belt. I cupped her breast in my hands and squeezed her nipple, but she pushed my hand away and shoved my pants down. "I don't need foreplay. Do you?" she asked.
She had my hard-on in her hand, so she already knew the answer. I fumbled my way to where a tarp covered the stacked hay bales and pushed Lilly against it while she unzipped her jeans. I shoved her jeans to the ground and reached into her panties to her wet pussy lips and her already-firm button.
I had a hard time keeping up with her. We grappled a little because Lilly seemed to want to bend over the hay and take it from behind, and I wanted to lift her onto the hay and take her from the front. I won. I set her on the baled hay, pushed my arms under her thighs to lift her knees, and held her with my hands against her back while she worked my cock into her slit.
Lilly groaned when I pushed myself into her, then gasped when I pushed deeper. She buried her head against my shoulder, and I inhaled the scent from her hair. I couldn't understand what her reactions meant. I couldn't read what she wanted in the way she moved or from the garbled noise she made. I just fucked her, and that turned out to be what she wanted.
I lifted Lilly each time I thrust up and into her, and the sensations in my shaft drove me on. Lilly clutched at my back, then let me go. My eyes adjusted to the darkness enough to see her fingers curl uncontrollably. Her breath was hot and ragged against my neck.
It was Lilly who came first. I heard her swallow a moan, then she tipped her head back and her legs clamped around my hips. It wasn't until after her first spasm passed that she could catch her breath, then her second spasm gripped her, and then her third.
I knew that I was beyond the point of no return. My cock felt like it would explode. I clenched my teeth and squeezed Lilly against my chest and emptied myself in her.
I kept my cock in Lilly while we both relaxed and when I could breathe again I asked, "That felt great, but why?"
"PMS," Lilly said. "Can you do it again?" she asked.
"Sure, in a little bit," I told her. I could already tell from the way my cock felt inside her that it wouldn't take long. "I'm curious though. I figured you'd want Ryan to do this."
Lilly laughed in my ear. "Maybe when he grows up a little more," she said. "Ryan's an ass. He's a sexy ass, but he's an ass. I thought I'd rather count on you."
"So you agree with Robin," I said.
Lilly snorted and said, "Not entirely. Robin doesn't want to have anything to do with him. I might overlook the fact that he's an ass long enough to lay him, just not quite yet."
