Blue Ribbon at the Fair ~ Part 2

I notice we aren’t heading toward the midway and the deep fried goodness that lies within. “Where are we going? The food is that way.”

“Yeah, no, the GOOD food is this way. Last night of fair, big pot lucks and cookouts, best steak and pork chops around. Plus we are a few beers behind.”

“I don’t have anything to bring! I don’t know anyone, and I have green slobber all over my shirt!”

“You are a guest, MY guest, don’t worry about it. Plus those beers they have been drinking are the ones I dropped off earlier. Everyone else has shirts just as dirty and trust me you’ll know everyone by the end of the night.”

The end of the night? There went that tickle down in my gut, and as he walked ahead I caught myself admiring what I couldn’t see while sitting down. He was taller than me, and slender, the type of body made from being used for work. His shoulders were broad and his arms long, I wonder how they would feel around me? He wore a broken in but clean ball cap and I imagined tossing it off and tangling my fingers in his hair. His walk was confident and as I was admiring the way his jeans fit he turned back towards me. Oh shit, did he notice me staring? “You coming or what?”

I quickly caught up to him and his smile while simultaneously trying to redo my ponytail in a less frazzled style. He didn’t seem to notice me fiddling with my hair and trying in vain to smooth my shirt and dust off my jeans, instead he was giving me the low down of who I was about to meet and in a way calming my nerves. We arrive at a long line of campers and RVs and living quarter horse trailers and it looks like a campus on game day. Food and beer everywhere, yard games, camp chairs, kids running and playing and music being played, like a little village all its own. We make our way to a camper with a grill outside and Tyler is greeted warmly and immediately introduces me to everyone. He wasn’t lying, everyone was welcoming and fun, and for a unique twist for me, sincere. The evening flew by with great conversation and food, of course beer, and some rather heated games of washers and beer pong. It was like someone broke the lock off a heavy door and my old self was finally slowly pushing the door open. It wasn’t until the air cooled and the sun was setting that I realized how much fun I had been having, I didn’t want it to end, and I didn’t want to leave Tyler. We could see the hosts canoodling inside the camper while the neighboring parties had lit tiki torches and string lights. Tyler placed his hand on my knee and heat started to spread where my legs meet. I instinctively took a sharp breath in and tried to will the reaction to stop. He made matters worse by looking directly in my eyes, oh my, come on Erin, keep breathing.

Nodding his head towards the camper, ‘I think its time to head out.’ as he pushed up out of his chair he squeezed my knee. Just keep breathing, just keep breathing. I swiftly stand in reply, but due to my frazzled mental state I stumble a little on my feet, Tyler grabs my elbow to steady me, not helping my breathing in the least. “You ok? I think I need to make sure you get back safely.”

“I’m fine, really, I hardly drank.”

“Well I brought you here so I am going to make sure you get back as well. No arguing about it. Now, where are your friends camping?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually, I’m not staying with them. My trip was last minute, I didn’t want to bother them so I’m at the little hotel down the road by the highway.”

“Ok, lead me to your car then.” He takes my hand and we walk towards the parking lot and I curse myself for not parking as far away as possible. I should just ask him for his number, I mean, who spends an evening with someone they just met and offers to walk her home if he doesn’t like her? Ugh, I keep thinking of what my friend Ashley said regarding men now, ‘if you don’t get an enthusiastic response then you can’t trust that it’s honest.’ What did that even mean?! Am I even ready to attempt being with a man again? My body sure as hell thought so, walking made me acutely aware of just how wet my panties were getting. Before I knew it we were in front of my car.

“Grab your purse and lets go.” Wait, what? I look at him sideways and raise my brow. ‘Dan, the sherrif is sitting at the gate just waiting for something to do. You leaving with those out of state plates and even the slight smell of beer and he’ll be happy to give you a hard time. Me on the other hand, he knows isn’t worth the bother. Come on, my trucks right over there.” I grab my purse and lock the car again, walking and trying to fumble my keys back inside.

“Will my car be ok here overnight?” More importantly where will YOU be overnight? Please, please, be with me, I hoped.

He laughed a bit, “Oh yes, THAT is what Dan is really posted there for, your car will be totally fine, plus;’ he motioned to at least 80 other cars still sitting in the grass, ‘it won’t be the only one here.” With that we arrived at his truck and he politely opened the door for me to slide inside. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding as he walked around the truck to the drivers side, when I realized I didn’t even know if he was available. Did he have a ring on? Did I even look? Why would he be spending time with me if he did? Do I care either way? My brain was about to explode when he opened his door and slid into his seat. When the truck started I noticed the time on the clock and took my chance, ‘Wow, its really late, I’m sorry to keep you out this long, I’m sure you need to get back.’

He turned his attention from the wheel and looked at me, ‘Don’t worry, no one is waiting for me.’ I couldn’t read his face in the dark cab, but the way he said it I knew it was all the answer I needed. He then shifted the truck into gear and we were on our way.

Pulling into my hotel I realize I’m dreading getting out of this truck, of stopping talking, connecting, and learning about Tyler, but I don’t know how to tell him that without sounding crazy. I’ve been out of this for too long, too long without connection, and according to my panties too long without other needs met as well. God how I wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel his body against mine. I reach down and search for my purse and conclude I should just be happy to know I am still capable of what I have done tonight, when even a month ago this seemed impossible. He was waiting by the door and opened it to let me out, I stood and slid between him and the cab while he shut the door. My whole body was screaming at him to stop and say something, please say something!

“I had a lot of fun meeting you, I’ll be back early if you need a ride back in the morning to your car.’ YES! This is good! Give him your number make it easier for tomorrow, you have an excuse! Maybe he will ask for it now!, ‘So, I guess this is where I leave you.” NOOO!

“NO!” oh shit I said that out loud! Tyler rocked back on his heels and looked at me like I had two heads. I fumbled with my purse and looked at the ground, “I mean, I don’t want you to leave.” There I said it, it’s out there now.

“So what DO you want then?” his eyes staring into me.

Alright, it’s big girl panties time. I take a deep breath square my shoulders and look him in the eyes, “I want to know if you want to come to my room with me?” His face hardly changes but I notice he is squeezing his right hand into a fist, it feels like forever and then his lips are on mine. Soft and waiting and I respond directly pressing mine to his and begging them for more. His mouth parts and our kiss deepens as I place my hands on his chest and up to his shoulders pressing the length of my body against him. It’s unmistakable now, my need for him, my whole body arching against him as he places his hands beside my face on the truck. He pulls back, his breathing as ragged as mine.

“Where’s this room?” a clever smile covers his face.

“Right this way Sir”, I say playfully as I grab his hand and lead the way. Each step reminding me how much my body was aching for his touch, my wetness had engulfed my panties and if it wasn’t for the darkness I could swear I was soaking my jeans with my need. I fish the key from my bag and enter the dark room. I switch on the light and drop my bag and before I can turn to him Tyler spins me and presses me firmly against the wall, now I can feel his full erection pressing against his jeans. He takes my mouth with his and nothing is soft this time. Now we are both hungry and hard and pushing against one another. I toss his hat and run my fingers through his dark blonde hair pressing his mouth to me as he grabs my shirt and swiftly raises it up and over my head. He rocks back and looks me over, now in only my jeans and bra, thank god I wore a pretty one.

“I’ve been waiting all day to see what these looked like under there,’ and with that he slid my straps down my shoulders and lifted my breasts from the cups of the bra, ‘even better than I could have hoped.” He sulkily said into my ear as he began squeezing and kneading both of my breasts causing my nipples to immediately stand erect. I reach back and undo the hooks letting the bra fall to the floor as he begins pinching and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I arch into his touch and moan as pure electricity shoots down to my pussy, and I press harder into his hard cock fighting against his jeans. I grab onto his belt loops and press him hard against the heat in my own pants while answering his mouth with my kisses. I start to untuck his shirt and he breaks our kiss and quickly unbuttons his top button and removes his shirt. I wrap my arms around his shoulders pressing my hard tits into his chest and begin kissing and lightly dragging my teeth along his jawline and down his neck, stopping to lightly bite his collar bone. “Hey now!” he holds me slightly away from him. I give a coy smile, “don’t worry, I won’t leave a mark, trust me.” And begin my journey again starting with his other ear and working my way down his neck, this time with no resistance. I continue my kisses as his hands work their way to my back and down to my ass where he grabs hard and presses me to him. I know what I want now and I am going to get it. I move my hands down to where his hard cock is pressing against his jeans, unbuckle his belt, and open his pants, teasing the top of the elastic of his briefs with my fingertips. I practically fall out of his grasp to my knees, taking his jeans down with me, before I look up I slide his boxer briefs down and free his cock to my view. Clean, cut, and well built, quite the all American man, his cock looked as delicious as I had hoped. I looked up at him as I took his shaft in my hand.

“You don’t have to, you know, do anything you don’t want to.,” he said with ragged breath as I lightly stroked his cock. Suddenly a thought popped in my head and I gave him a sly smile.

“Oh trust me, I won’t, but you can take this as an enthusiastic yes for whatever you would like to do”, and I immediately took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle. He let out a low deep moan as I took a breath and got to work. His cock felt glorious in my mouth, the kind of hard velvet feeling only a man can posses. He gently placed his hands on my head and lightly played with my ponytail as I worked my way up and down his shaft with my tongue, alternating suction with movement, swirling the tip and then bearing down again. I placed my hand at the base of his shaft and coordinated my strokes to my sucking squeezing every so often and electing a new moan each time. The slippery salty taste of his precum hit my tongue and I knew I couldn’t stop. I wanted to make Tyler feel as good as he made me feel all day, I wanted to please him, no I NEEDED to give him pleasure. The kind of pleasure I had been denied for so long. I took a deep breath and slid his cock to the back of my throat and began to swallow, allowing my tongue to coax him a bit further into my throat each time. Fighting the urge to gag and taking breaths when I could I refused to stop when his grip tightened on my hair and I could feel his cock reach its fullest potential. No, I was going to finish this, I was going to earn my reward.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed as he threw his head back and I could feel the muscles in his thighs and abdomen tighten and I opened my throat to accept is hot load. When I could feel his cock stopped pulsing I release it from my mouth and look up to his smiling face. God that smile is worth it alone. “That…..that was a blue ribbon performance right there! Wow…” he wiped sweat from his brow and up through his hair while helping me to my feet. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Glad you liked it, I was hoping I met all your criteria.”

He laughed as he stepped out of his pants and briefs and quickly dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water run and realized how a mess I must be, topless, only in my jeans, but before I could obsess more in my mind Tyler returned with two glasses of water. He drank his in one big gulp and as I was starting on mine I shot him a quizzical look.

“Sorry,’ he said, ‘I just think you are so fucking sexy and I can’t wait to get you out of those jeans.”

“What?!’ I almost choked on some water,‘ I’m a disheveled mess.”

“Yeah, but you’re my disheveled mess, at least for tonight,’ then he reached for my arm and brought me to him again, ‘hopefully longer.” Taking my glass from me and placing it on the counter he leads me to the bed. With the bed against the back of my legs he begins his soft kisses on my neck following the path I used on his body. Only pausing to take each nipple in his mouth and lightly suck and roll with his tongue. When he releases them from his warm mouth the air cooling instantly hardens them and I don’t know if they will ever go back. I know the wetness that is awaiting him and try to bring his head up but he shoves my hips hard and I fall back on the bed. He takes my moment of being caught off guard to undo my jeans and shimmy them off. Now all that is between me and him is a thin set of completly soaked panties.

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