The Texas BBQ business has taken off so I put out an add for help and after our phone call I was glad to have you join me at 2am in time to start the fires – get the smokers lit and out the briskets on.
I was even happier when I saw you arrive – those delicious curves of yours. After a short tour of the smokehouse we get to work. And In a short while the smoke is blowing the meat is on and it’s time to clean up before the next bit of prep.
In the dark and smoke I suddenly get an urge to taste you. Maybe it’s because you are bent over sweeping up a bit of ash. My hand reaches down from behind and slides up your inner thigh. I surprise you but instead of pulling away you suddenly close your legs trapping my hand between them. I wiggle my hand around palming your mound and feel the heat between your legs.
My other hand reaches around and undoes your pants. I pull them down and discover you aren’t wearing any underwear. My free hand bends you over more as I kneel behind you. The smell of the smoke and your wetness is intoxicating.