The night was hot. Humid. The air heavy with moisture. Unable to sleep, she lay in bed listening to the whine of the overhead fan, watching the shadow of the whirling blades across her legs. “So hot!” she said out loud. Her short black lace night gown clung to her body, perspiration trickling down between her breasts. Sitting up in bed, she looked at the clock on the table next to her bed. 1 AM. Thunder was rumbling in the distance. She swung her legs to the side of the bed and sat with her feet on the floor, looking across the room to the open French doors. Turning on the bedside lamp, she got up and slowly walked through the doors onto the balcony. The full moon was shinning brightly between the gathering dark clouds. A characteristically wide ring around the moon. Sure sign of a storm approaching, she thought. A soft breeze blew across her face. Holding onto the railing of the balcony, she lifted her chin into the air and took a deep breath, enjoying the cooling effect of the breeze. Movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head toward the stable, but didn’t see anything. “I need to cool off, and it’s a beautiful night for a ride. I imagine Seascape would enjoy a midnight run.” She turned and rushed back into her bedroom. Pulling on her blue jeans, she decided not to put a top on. “I’m covered by this nitie and no one will see me anyway.” She grabbed her boots and was on her way to the stable. He stood watching her from the stable door. She was a vision, standing there in the moonlight. The breeze caught her long black hair and blew it across her face. He could see through her night gown with the light from her bedroom behind her. He could see the outline of her breasts and her slim waist, that gave way to a shapely buttocks. He drew in a sharp breath and blew it out slowly as he felt himself stir. Wiping perspiration from his brow, he walked back into the stable.
She walked across the extensive grounds of the estate enjoying the breeze. Seascape caught her scent when she entered the stable and whinnied. She walked up to the chestnut, rubbed his nose and patted his neck, talking softly to him. “How would you like to go for a midnight ride boy? Maybe cool off a bit.”
“Don’t you think you should wait? It’s going to storm.”
Startled at the unexpected voice, she turned swiftly around, with her hand over her heart that was thumping wildly in her chest. Sucking in a ragged breath, she said, “Who are you and what are you doing here?” He was standing in the shadows.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you, ma’am.” His gaze wandered to her heaving breasts, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It had started to rain on her way to the stable, and the top of her lacy see through night gown, clung to her like a second skin. His perusal of her led him to her boot covered feet, and slowly back up to her flashing, angry dark eyes.
She crossed her arms over her breasts and through clinched teeth said, “What do you think your doing, and why haven’t you answered me? Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Ken. Ken Drexal. I’m the new foreman. I was hired today.” He stepped out of the shadows and offered her his hand as he said, “and you are?”
She sucked in her breath as he stepped into the dim light that was always left on at night. It was her turn to peruse him and she did it slowly. He was much taller then her 6 foot height. At least 6 foot 5 inches, she thought. She began her assessment of him by looking in his eyes. What she saw was unmistakable desire. His face was not handsome, but ruggedly good looking, with a square chin. Her eyes lowered to his torso. He wore no shirt, the belt on his blue jeans was unbuckled and the top button was unfastened. He had a heavily haired massive chest, and muscled arms that had weight lifter written all over them. She let her eyes wander further down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Impressive, she thought, as she drew in a deep breath. His legs were long and muscular. His jeans didn’t conceal any part of him. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and this man was unlike any she had met before. Instant attraction! She wondered what he would feel like, skin to skin. Her face felt warm. Looking at him, she saw a knowing smile looking back at her. Ignoring it, she held out her hand and said, “My name is Nancy Parsons. My father owns this estate. I knew he was looking for a foreman, but didn’t know he had hired one today.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips as he took a step closer. They were inches apart. When his lips touched her hand she felt moisture gathering , felt tingling where she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
“Pleased to meet you Miss Parsons.”
Their eyes locked. He looked down at her pouty lower lip and wanted to taste it. She looked at his full masculine lips and that was all the encouragement he needed. He brushed her lips lightly with his, back and forth. His hands came to her either side of her face and tilted her head up for better access. They looked into each other’s eyes and he lowered his head to lightly brush her lips again. Her heart began to pound. She had never felt lips as soft as his. Had never been kissed as tenderly. He kissed her then, with little pressure, just enough to put his lips fully on hers. He felt her breathing increase and felt himself stir, for the second time that night. The tip of his tongue traced her lips and she parted them slightly, inviting him in. He didn’t enter, instead he sucked her lower lip, then her top lip, brushing them with his. Making love to them. She had never been turned on this much from kissing. Ever! He deepened the kiss then, increasing the pressure. Her arms had remained at her sides, were suddenly on his shoulders, pulling him closer. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to come to him. His hands left her face. He put his arms around her and crushed her to his chest, feeling her ample breasts pressed against him. He claimed her mouth then. His tongue parting her lips, searching for and finding hers. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth.......slowly, tongue fucking her mouth. She whimpered and he grew hard. She felt his hardness against her stomach and began rubbing him with her hand. He thrust his hips in rhythm to her rubbing, then pulled away from her and looked tenderly into her eyes and said, “Do you want me to stop?’
“No.”
“Do you want this as much as I do?”
“Yes.”
“Will you trust me completely and do as I say without question? You will experience exquisite pleasure and I promise no harm will come to you.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to remove your clothing now. I want you to stand there and allow me to do it.” When he had her undressed, he walked around her slowly, looking at every inch of her luscious body. Her breasts were full, uplifted at just the right angle, with pink nipples that he ached to suck. Her back was straight and sloped to a heart shaped buttocks. She had a lacy black butterfly tattoo behind her right shoulder. So sexy, he thought. Her legs were long and shapely. Her skin creamy and flawless. Her black curly hair hung down to mid back. He came around to the front of her and looked at her beautiful face. He had never seen a woman this lovely and never a woman he desired more then this woman. Holding her eyes with his, he unzipped his jeans, let them fall to the floor and kicked them away. He stood in front of her. A giant of a man. Tall, rugged and fully aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his manhood. She sucked in her breath at his size. He was magnificent and she wanted him! All of him!
Thunder rumbled closer and it began to rain harder. It was hot and sultry. He had perspiration on his brow and she glistened with the heat. The breeze had turned into wind, but it was hot wind and brought little relief to the sticky night.
