She looked at him standing next to the tarmac at the air show and boy did she really want him. He had his neck craned up watching the same sight that about 80,000 other people were watching which was a stunt pilot in a red and white striped bi-plane doing an upside down loop.
He wore his custom jeans and chambray shirts that were his uniform when they had been hanging out with a group of their casual friends at a barbecue a couple weeks ago. They had been just off the sand in a dirt spit separating the beach from a crowded parking lot filled kicking back with some beers while cooking up burgers and links. The rest of the crowd had paired off and had taken their food with their blankets to go sit in the warm sand packed tightly beneath their feet. They'd sit down and eat their meal looking out into the sparkling ocean.
The sun had been preparing to set, growing larger on the horizon but still enough light shown down in the water to cast off like little sparkling diamonds curling on top of the waves as they moved towards shore. This wasn't the surfer crowd but some of them would look up and see a batch of them sitting on their boards waiting to catch a couple more waves, always putting off that very last time before calling it a day. The ranching crowd never really hung out with the surfing crowd.
Even when they had gone to the same schools together...Shiloh remembered as she had waited in line behind Logan while he waited for his burger. They'd known each other since they were small growing up about a mile and several years apart, passing each other in the hallways at different schools as they went to their classes and seeing each other around town.
They hadn't spoken much at the barbecue because he had been there with Darlene and she'd hung out with a couple of her friends most of the time but they had made the usual small talk while waiting for their food and she had been looking into his angular face with blue eyes spaced apart and stubble on his face, that matched his dark shock of hair and had enjoyed the view.
Just like she did now at the air show....He stood there probably not knowing how his jeans molded over that finely sculpted ass of his, honed by years of horseback riding and some rodeo riding in the summers. Not seriously like others had done but just to break the monotony in the long hot windy summers of southern Texas. His capable shoulders had grown muscular along with the rest of him when he hit 20 although he'd broken his collarbone twice while rodeo riding. He'd just shrugged it off both times like he did anything else.
She watched as Logan looked out into the runaway where one stunt pilot landed and another one in a shiny World War II era plane revved up his engine to go on deck. The annual air show was one of the few non-rodeo events that brought out a huge crowd. Fold up chairs of different shapes and sizes lined up in rows near the cordoned off zone where the planes were parked and lines snaked for the 15 different types of chicken wings and drinks that were sold in different tents. Military veterans wearing their pins and wings dominated and clustered together, while parents tried to keep their kids from running off.
She didn't think he knew that he had attracted her attention. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Her fingers itched at her sides to run them over the smooth roughness of his shirt, slipping beneath it where surely his muscles would twitch beneath her cool touch. She wanted to taste his mouth, and the raw gaminess of his skin, and she wanted to feel his mouth on her, even where dampness pooled right now between her legs. It almost made her blush to think about it but how could she not, she had wanted him for as long as she could remember.
The day had born heat, and promised to deliver more of the same so that by afternoon, it'd be sizzling. She had worn a light tee-shirt over a camisole and a pair of shorts. She knew she had nice looking legs but she had dressed for comfort...at least that's what she told herself.
The airport had been built next to the ocean and occasionally a blast of salty air wafted in to temper the heat. In fact, she could walk to the end of the viewing area and look out across the parking lot towards the strip of sand where a long row of cabanas had been erected to be rented out by the day, a week or even longer. She looked back at Logan and noticed his eyes were skyward again.
She looked up as the plane circled above, preparing for another stunt.
Logan loved air shows, that went without saying but watching an airplane challenge the laws of gravity as it performed aeronautics was not what had made the fit of his jeans feel a little just now.
The cause of that stood near a line that led to the snow cone booth. Shiloh had always caught his eye mostly when she wasn't looking...he didn't think she'd appreciate his attention given that he wasn't even sure she liked guys. She worked with them and hung out with them so it wasn't about that but she didn't hook up with any as far as he knew except...wait there had been Derek a while back.
Still she stood there all by her lonesome, dressed in shorts that highlighted her curves including an ass that a man would love to put his hands on while...he stopped right there. But then she had that slip of a tee-shirt on and her breasts rounded it out nicely. She wasn't huge on top but she had enough to more than fill a guy's hand if he cupped them and he imagined the rosy tips on them soft until he drew them inside his mouth one at a time.
Damn now he felt more than just a little tight in his jeans...and she turned away from where she stood, showing off her shapely back and lightly muscled shoulders that he knew to be underneath that shirt. Her thick dark hair was drawn back in a headband and off of her face, and her keen eyes probably didn't miss anything in their line of version.
Including him gawking at her most likely...back to focusing on the airplanes and away from Shiloh...because there was no point at looking at someone you could never touch. But even when he focused on the display in the sky, he wondered if she was the kind of woman who liked to be ridden hard and fast or teased with slow strokes until she begged him to up the ante. He could imagine her on top of him, her breasts swaying gently as she did the bump and grind while she rode him home. He'd place his hands around that narrow span of waist and she'd throw her head back, her hair tousled in total abandon as she milked him, as he soared as high as any stunt plane making its ascent.
His heart started beating faster and he knew he had to stop imagining and so he headed to pick up a cola.
Shiloh watched him walk away from where he had been watching the show...no wait he hadn't known she had her eye on him, he had gone off to buy something to drink. She had felt familiar sweat breaking out on her own neck and felt that the temperature had risen quite a few degrees in the past while. Even as the Texas heat taxed airplane engines, it brought out the crowds to the shows as long as plenty of shade existed to retreat under during the hottest parts of the day.
She had gotten some buffalo wings with garlic sauce, her favorite with just a hint of jalapeno added to give it more kick. She watched him in line for a moment but then sighed, and returned to her wings. She plucked the thickest, meatiest one from the paper bowl and brought it to her mouth.
Tasty didn't begin to describe the sensations it elicited from her mouth, hot and spicy, with a hint of sweet tartness in the mix. She reached for her bottle of ice tea and rewarded her mouth with a hefty swallow as she watched the plane take off from the runway to shown in a showy formation above them.
Logan looked back at her and did a double take...as she popped one of those chicken wings into her mouth and her eyes closed as she relished in its flavor...then licking her fingers. Flickers of heat moved through him as he watched her pick up her ice tea bottle and then caress its neck with her mouth as she took a drink. Oh if he hadn't been getting hard already, that would just about do it. She nursed the bottle gently as she drank before withdrawing it, and he sucked in his breath...man imagine what it'd be like if she wrapped those lips around his cock, and drew him slowly inside of her mouth. Sweet heaven, more like it, and if she milked him with some gentle suction...he felt his breath become harder. Would she take him on her knees in front of him or while crouched over him, her hair hiding her face from him, as she lowered her mouth down his shaft.
He loved women doing oral on him and he gave as good as he got in return, and could eat a woman out until she writhed on the bed, clutching the bed sheets with her hands, while she begged him not to stop...before saying she'd die if he didn't. It hadn't been that hard to learn how to treat a woman's pussy right...his first couple of girlfriends had been good at coaching him and he'd been a fast learner.
Man did he want to go down on her, after pulling down those panties and discovering what they covered. He got up to the front of the line and paid for a cola that he downed in one gulp. Then he watched as she finished off the wings and sipped more of that ice tea bottle with that mouth of hers.
There was only one thing left to do.
Shiloh put her wings down and licked her fingers again. She turned to look at the drink line and didn't see Logan there so she looked around and guess he'd disappeared into the crowd.
And then she backed up into something solid...a wall of muscle as it turned out. She turned around abruptly and her mouth dropped open as she saw the man of her fantasies standing behind her.
"Hi Shiloh...didn't know I'd see you here."
Her heart pounded in her ears but she tried to act all casual.
"Oh Logan...Hi...I didn't see you."
Oh she knew she was lying but didn't feel up to confessing that she had been staring at him most of the past hour.
His eyes appraised her.
"You look...nice."
She smiled at him.
"Thanks....you look more than nice."
His mouth twitched and she wondered if he thought what she had said had been funny but hey it was the truth. The guy always looked...primal as if he brought the deeper and darker instincts out in the women who crossed paths with him. She'd been with Derek once..One and a half times since they broke up actually and he had blanched when she had asked him to kiss her...there. This had struck her as unfair because she might have been a little clumsy with it, but she had tried to go down on him. She just wished he had let her go at her own pace without feeling as if he were ramming his erection down her throat.
