The phone buzzed in his pocket. A text message? "I barely have reception!" He thought to himself as he pulled the phone from his hunting jacket. It was early afternoon and he was in the woods at Hillbilly Ron's house hoping to finally to fill his freezer full of deer meat.
He glanced down at the phone and saw the message. "Jamie?", he thought. Wonder what's going on? She never texts me!"
Strangley enough, his heart rate increased when he thought of her. He's always found her attractive and definitely wouldn't say no to a chance to spend some quality 1 on 1 time with her. His wife on the other, probably wouldn't be too happy. She had noticed before how he gets when Jamie was around. That day in the pool almost ended in divorce when she caught him looking at Jamie's cleavage.
<< I know you're at Ron's house hunting. I just stopped by to drop something off. Could you help me unload?">>
"Well, shit", he thought with a curious smile
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A little while and few heavy boxes later, there they were. A bottle had broken in a box and soaked her shirt which she promptly removed to find a dry one. Not finding one in her truck, she stood in front of him in her bra and jeans. "Um well this is embarrasing. Good thing we're just friends right? Dont tell anyone and make it weird. Its not like im naked or anything."
She lit a cigarette and ran her fingers through her reddish-brown hair, a bead of sweat on her forehead. She was a year older than him, 41 and divorced with 2 kids. A typical girl from the woods that loved the outdoors and drinking beers and smoking a little weed to unwind. Not too skinny, not too big; just a little meat on her bones. Her green eyes were something to die for and, for her age and 2 kids later, her tits were still nice and firm C-cups. Not a super model, but a milf if he ever saw one.
He took a seat at the large bar table and opened the beer he had grabbed after they got done unloading her van. Suddenly, she reached over the table to grab the ash tray but made it a point to touch his chest in the process and get close to his ear as she did so. A very nonchalant move, however filled with direct purpose.
"So, I heard a rumor about you " she whispered in his ear as she reached.
"Uh oh" he smiled at her. What could this be now?
"I heard that you have that medical thing 'hyper-ejaculate' or whatever it's called. Is it true?"
"Umm yeah, hyperspermia" he replied sheepishly. This was a personal thing only a few knew about. How did she find out he ejaculated way more than most guys?
Since his teenage years, his quantity had increased more and more, his orgasms very powerful, and his 'recharge' time greatly reduced. His nickname became "Sex Machine" with his buddies when Dan walked in on him and his high school sweetheart a few years back. They all never let him forget it and over the years, kind of became proud of it.
His luck with women wasn't the best, but when luck strikes, boy did it ever. Today, it seemed to hit him in the face.
"Oh my god, so you cum like a LOT right?" She dragged hungrily on her cigarette after asking,his cock stirring in his camo pants. It definitely wasn't the conversation he was expecting to have, but here he was. She leaned over the table again and grabbed his crotch and felt the hardening dick wanting to come out and say hi.