"You are a bitch Marie," Jeff said out of the blue during a phone call.
I paused then laughed "Oh! You JUST figured that out?" Jeff laughed too; we enjoyed talking to each other over the phone.
A few weeks later he invited me to come over after work. We were sitting on the front veranda of his house having a few rum and colas (Black Rats), listening to George Strait's "Honkytonkville" CD, when Jeff stated, "You are a tease."
I smiled and replied teasingly, "You think so? Why? Because you are horny and can't do anything about it?" I got up to check dinner. With my tight blue jeans caressing my ass; my hips were intentionally swinging in time with my long dark brown hair in its ponytail as I walked into the kitchen. I cooked whenever I visited and he supplied the drinks. The Roast was not done. As I left the kitchen Jeff stood in the doorway. I had a half flirty smile on my face while I stared into his eyes mixing flirting with defiance. Jeff stepped out of the doorway as I brushed by him with a giggle.
'Smart ass.' Jeff said.
"Not hard to see that you love your Country Music and your toys," I said approvingly as I checked out the posters of Reba, Shania, Faith and George Strait, his car and motor bike, "I love the way the Posters really stand out against the pale blue on the walls. You did a great job decorating."
"That was Wanita, she is good isn't she?" he replied telling me about his friend's wife and how she organised the frames.
"Now all she needs to do is redecorate your kitchen," I laughed, "That green is SO dark."
"That is the next project," he said as we walked towards his office to look on the net for some photos of a train I had seen recently. I wanted to know if Jeff already had it in his collection. Trains are an interest we both shared. As we surfed the net a picture of a pretty woman in a bikini came up on the screen, "Hmmm... She's alright," Jeff commented.
"Yep, I bet you wouldn't object to waking up with her," I laughed. I found myself wishing that the picture were of me. I was very attracted to Jeff, but I thought it was one-sided. We would often flirt with each other, but I was careful not to take it too far since we were seeing other people.
"Hey, where is that chocolate fudge pudding recipe I left here a few weeks ago?" Just thinking about my little fantasy had me very turned on; I changed the subject hoping to ease my excitement.
"In the cupboard Marie," Jeff replied with a cheeky tone of "where else would it be?"
"Cute, real cute," I sarcastically shot back. 'Men are a bloody problem,' I muttered as I went to the kitchen and opened the pantry door. It was sitting there just as he said.
Jeff walked up behind me and murmured, "I have a problem too.... And it starts with M".
I laughed "Sure do, it's you! You live out here in this nowhere town... it's called 'Mental stupidity,'" and brushed past him to get another black rat out of the fridge. "You want one?" I called as I leant into the fridge. Having lived most of my life in this small town, I knew what people were like and how hard it was to live here.
"Oh yeah," Jeff half growled as he saw my ass sticking out of the fridge, I straightened up turning just in time to catch Jeff looking at me with an intense look of desire in his smoky green eyes. I was stunned to see that he had feelings towards me. I felt a thrill of anticipation course through my body, but shrugged it off, and went to make the pudding.
We talked briefly about my work and the little filly I was breaking in on the cattle station as he came into the kitchen to show me where everything was. He reached into the cupboards for me, Sometimes he was standing right behind me, other times reaching over me, always so close I could smell his Imperial Leather aftershave mixing with the smell of tobacco--which drove me nuts. We kept brushing against each other as the kitchen was very small. The flannel shirt he wore over his work shirt was open and brushed my hips. Through some of the undone buttons on his work shirt, I could see the hair on his chest. My bottom brushed against his jeans when I turned to open the fridge. We both stiffened and moved apart. I felt so turned on, and my pussy became wet with aching and wanting. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the front of Jeff's shorts become tight. I caught a moan deep in my throat and turned it into a cough. Again he brushed against me as he moved back to get the mixer. I could feel his erection and knew I had to get the hell out of that cramped kitchen.
I reached for my rum can and laughed at Jeff saying the kitchen wasn't big enough to swing a cat in. I giggled, "Come on Gramps we need some music!" I was teasing him about the grey at his temples and trying to ease the tension we were both feeling. I felt a light smack on my ass as I walked past him.
"Hmmm... Kinky, I like it!" and struck a pose pushing my bottom back towards Jeff, who smacked it again. I laughed and headed towards the lounge detouring around the table and grabbed a couple of lollies from a bowl. "Mmmm," I groaned as I sucked an orange jelly snake into my mouth. I knew I was teasing Jeff by sucking the long lolly into my mouth and that he would be imaging my mouth sucking his cock instead of this long soft lolly. "Want one?" I innocently asked Jeff who was looking at me with a strained expression on his face.
"Umm... Yeah," he growled, as he lunged at the snake in my mouth, I laughed and pulled back offering him another one to take. "I love sucking snakes. They taste SO nice, and you can feel all the bumps on them."
We watched TV for a while longer before I got up again and bounced into the kitchen, checked on Dinner, announced, "Dinner is about 15 minutes away." I turned to see Jeff in the kitchen doorway watching my ass again, as I straightened from the oven. I grinned at him "Like the view?" I challenged and stared him down again in the doorway.
"Sure do," was the reply,
I felt reckless and thrust my chest out, watching his eyes drop to my Singlet covered breasts.
"Hey, that isn't my face!!" I teased him.
"Nope, they sure aren't," Jeff growled as he stepped forward into my path. I just stood there, flirting and challenged him for the right to the path through the door, as Toby Keith's song "
You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This
" started playing. We stood there for a couple of minutes staring at each other before Jeff stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of my Ponytail, and pushed me backwards towards the pantry door. My eyes flew open; the shock held me still, and I gasped as Jeff kissed me passionately.
"Hey, don't let the music give you too many ideas!" I exclaimed and pushed at Jeff's shoulders, ducking under his arms. Reba came on with "
I'm Not Your Girl
." "Or maybe you should," I said as Jeff let me escape, watching me grab my can of Rum and Cola and quickly gulped down my drink. My heartbeat was racing. I knew that it was wrong to want him like I did, but I couldn't help myself.
He walked over to his drink, and I said, "I think someone has had enough. Dinner is ready," and served it up.
We ate dinner and then did the dishes. While both avoided talking about the kiss we continued an earlier conversation about working on rural properties. I said after a bit "Man, am I stuffed! I have to get up early, so good night and sweet dreams."
Jeff mumbled something under his breath about dreams and not being sweet, but I pretended to not hear him and went to bed.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                