Meeting Morgan

CHAPTER ONE...

I don't know what made me do it. I knew it was probably a dumb idea. I was in Florida, far away from home, working a welding contract that would pay me enough money to take a couple of months off work and enjoy myself.

I had never been to Florida before and really had no interest in it. I was a country boy at heart and didn't think I would fit in. One night, alone in my bed, I was scrolling through TikTok, running random searches on Florida and country, when she popped up. Blonde hair, amazing figure, beautiful face, some junk in her trunk, and she dressed like a down-home country girl.

Her name was Morgan and she ran a western fashion boutique in a little city just outside of Orlando.

It just so happens my welding contract was in Orlando.

I followed her on both TikTok and Instagram. I felt like a stalker, as I fantasized about meeting up with her, a random chance encounter that maybe could turn into something more. As I prepared to move down to Orlando, I watched her daily videos and looked at her posts. There was no way in hell that a guy like me would be able to get her.

After I made the move, I was working nearly fourteen hour days, seven days a week. I barely had time to eat and sleep, let alone figure out a way to run into her. Two months into the job, the bosses announced that the welders would be taking a few days off, to rest and recover, plus to get some other work done around the project without us in the way.

I slept pretty much the first day I was off. I barely checked my phone, but when I finally did late that night, a post of hers was the first thing I saw. She was standing next to a Black F-350 that towered over her little frame. She had her back half turned to the camera, showing off her ass in a pair of blue jeans. A white truckers hat covered her long blonde hair and she had her arms up, partially covering her gray tank top. As I stared at the picture, I felt something stirring inside me. Something that I had to take care of before I finally fell asleep for the night.

The next day, I sat out to explore Orlando and it's surroundings. I was right, that it wasn't my scene and I really didn't fit in anywhere. I found myself heading north on the highway, following directions to a certain western fashion store. When I arrived at it, I parked my truck in a parking lot a block away from her store, and tried to think of a reason why I was there. Maybe it was to buy clothes for myself? She never posted anything a guy would wear, but you never know.

I found myself stepping out of my truck without a good reason why. I found myself walking down the road, already seeing the sign for her shop. Maybe she wasn't working today?

I pulled open the door and was immediately greeted by a sweet voice saying, "Howdy, come on in." I looked up to see her sitting behind a cash register, wearing a white trucker hat and a black and white checkered quarter zipped shirt.

"Hi," I said back, avoiding her gaze as I looked around the store.

"Is there anything I can help you find? Are you looking to get something for somebody?" She asked me, as I could feel her eyes watching me look around the store.

"Um, well, I'm not sure, to be entirely honest with you," I replied back, my mind freaking out that I was there, she was talking to me, and I had no idea what I was going. I seriously considered just running out of the store.

"Maybe a special someone back home?" She asked, getting up from her seat and walking around the counter.

That was it!

"Yeah, I'm actually not from here, and was looking to pick something up for my girlfriend back home," I told her as she walked up next to me.

"Is she a country person like you are?" She asked, flashing me a smile with her pearly white teeth.

I was a wearing a cowboy hat, a red plaid shirt, blue Wranglers, and cowboy boots. It was the completely wrong outfit for Florida, especially the hot and humid summer. I laughed and said, "Yes, she is."

"What size is she? Have you two been together long?" Morgan asked as she lead me over to some shirts.

"Umm, she's tiny, like you. Probably about your height. I think she wears a small? And we've been together a few months," I told her.

Morgan started showing me different shirts and some jewelry that went with them. She was really pushing to make a sell. I had to feign like I had just gotten a new phone and I didn't have any pictures of my girlfriend on it yet. I finally agreed to buying a litter silver and blue topaz necklace, just so I could leave the shop and not feel too awkward or let her down.

I fast-walked back to my truck, having to take a deep breath when I finally sat down behind the wheel. I couldn't believe I just did that. I looked down at the necklace in the tiny bag she had handed me. She had slid a card inside it before giving it to me and I pulled it out. It was simple, just saying thanks for shopping at her store, with her signature, a picture of her face, and a link to her socials.

I took another deep breath as I started my truck and thought about where to go next. I really needed a drink, even though I wasn't that big of a drinker. I typed in bars into my maps on my phone and scrolled through a couple until I found one that looked like I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, and clicked on the button to give me directions.

It took me about thirty minutes to make the drive to the bar. Upon arrival, I noticed that the parking lot was pretty empty. I walked into the building, found a seat at the bar, and quickly ordered a shot of whiskey, followed up by a beer and a cheeseburger.

I grabbed my plate of food and my beer and moved over to a corner booth, mostly wanting to eat and drink in silence. I knew that I would have to drink my beer quickly and wait a while at the bar to be sober enough to drive back to my hotel room, so I settled in to my seat, making small talk with the waitress whenever she came by to check on me.

I looked up from my phone when I heard a couple walk into the building, clearly in the middle of a fight. I was extremely shocked to see that the woman in the couple was Morgan, the owner of the boutique and the reason why I needed to drink that night.

She didn't notice me as they sat down at a table close by to me. I tried not to watch them, but couldn't help it, as she was clearly unhappy. As they ordered some food, I heard her say to the guy she was with, "If I knew you were going to bring me here, I never would have agreed to come. You know I don't like bars."

"Whatever. You said that you wanted to see the world I live. This is it," the guy replied, looking over Morgan's head and around at the bar.

"I more was thinking you would take me to a rodeo or a truck pull or something fun like that. Not a dusty old bar," Morgan said.

The kitchen was quick that night and the waitress brought out their food, stopping the small argument they were having. She stopped to check on me, I asked for a glass of water, and I went back to scrolling on my phone, mostly to keep my head down.

Morgan only took a couple bites of the burger she ordered before pushing it away. She sat in silence as her date devoured a cheeseburger and fries, downing glasses of beer as he went. When he was done, he made a snarky comment to Morgan who replied back, "How about you just take me home?"

"How about we go dance? You wanted something fun. Dancing is fun," the guy said as he got up from his chair and walked over to an old jukebox. I watched as Morgan pulled her phone out of a small purse she was carrying and typed something into it, looking unhappy still. The guy walked over and grabbed her arm, trying to get her to stand up, but Morgan pushed him away and again asked to be taken home.

The guy looked around the still nearly empty bar, clearly embarrassed at being rejected. He leaned down and whispered something into Morgan's ear and again tried to get her to stand up.

I saw her trying to push his arm away and him refusing to let go, and I was starting to get angry at how she was being treated. I stood up from my table and took the few steps towards them and said, "Hey, man, the woman said to leave her alone. Why don't you take a step back and listen to her?"

The guy stood up straight, staring a death hole through me. I was about five feet, ten inches tall, and he had a few inches on me. "Hey, dude," he said sarcastically, with a hint of anger behind his voice. "Why don't you mind your own business?"

"Sorry, but no. I think it would be a good idea if you left," I said.

He took a step towards me as I stepped back and said, "What? Are you trying to take my woman? Why don't you make me leave?"

I looked down at Morgan, who had her head down but whispered, "I'm not your woman," pushing his hand off her arm as his grip loosened.

The guy took a step towards me and said, nearly at a yell, "Come on, bitch, make me leave!"

Before I could respond, Morgan stood up and said, "Come on, Mark, this isn't worth it. Let's just go."

"No!" Mark yelled. "You want to have fun! Let me punch this asshole and let's go dance. That'll be a fun night! And afterwards, I'll even let you suck my dick!"

Mark took a step towards me again but, this time, the bartender stepped between us. "What's going on here? We having some problems, boys? How about you leave?"

Mark looked around the bar and saw everybody watching him. His fist curled into a ball but he took a deep breath and instead of punching somebody, pushed his chair five feet away. "Come on, Morgan, let's go."

"Ma'am, I can't make you stay, but I would suggest not going with him," the bartender said, looking down at Morgan. "We can always call you a Uber to get you home."

Morgan nodded her head and stepped back, standing next to me and behind the bartender as Mark swore at us all and finally left the bar. Morgan and I both took a deep breath as the bartender turned to us and said, "If y'all are OK to chill for a minute, I'll send somebody outside in a few to make sure he left."

We both told him thanks as he turned to walk back to the bar. Morgan finally turned to me and said, "Thank you for that. You really didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it."

"Of course," I told her. "I couldn't just sit by and watch the way he was treating you."

"Hey, you came to my store earlier, didn't you?" Morgan said and I was shocked that she recognized me.

"Yeah, I did. I thought you looked familiar when you walked in," I told her. "It just took me a second to place where I had seen your face."

"Can I sit with you while we wait?" She asked and I said of course before leading her to my corner booth.

"So, what's your name? You said you were from out of town, right? What brings you to Florida?" She asked, grabbing a fry from my plate that I hadn't ate.

"My name is Jay. Yeah, I'm from Alabama. I'm here on a welding contract for six months," I said.

"Oh wow, that must be hard. Being away from everybody, that is," Morgan said, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes. "How are you liking Florida?"

"It definitely is. This is actually my first night off in like two months, so this is my first chance to really explore it. And, honestly, I'm not sure I fit in here," I said with a laugh.

"I could tell when you walked into my store that you were a little uncomfortable," she said. "Two months without a day off? That's insane! I would go crazy. Thank God I'm my own boss."

If she only knew why I was uncomfortable. "Yeah, but thank you for helping me. My girl will really like that necklace. It is insane, but the money makes it worth it. Hopefully one day I'll be good enough at it to basically be my own boss."

"Of course," she said. "It was my pleasure. That would be good. Working two months without a day off cannot be good for your mental health."

We continued to make small talk, continuing on even after the bartender told us that Mark had left for good. She was telling me about her store and how she opened it up shortly after she turned twenty, had been running it for close to three years, and was glad she did that instead of going to college.

"I think I would have partied too much instead of being focused on something like I have been," she said. "But, I've been noticing lately how many fun opportunities I've been getting because of the store, so I think it's been working out."

"Yeah, I've noticed on your TikTok that you seem to be doing more lately then just promoting your store. Getting different sponsors and what not," I said, almost absentmindedly.

Morgan looked at me sharply and said, "You follow me on Tiktok?"

Shit.

"Oh, I mean, my girlfriend does, and she shows me your videos," I said trying to recover.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. Hey, what is your girlfriends name? Maybe I can find her on there and send her a message, tell her how brave her boyfriend is and thanks for saving me," Morgan said sweetly.

"Oh yeah, she would love that," I said. "It's umm."

"You don't know your girlfriends name? Are you lying about her?" She asked me.

I put my head down and nodded my head yes.

"Why?" She asked.

"I don't know," I responded, feeling my face turn red from embarrassment.

"Are you stalking me? Is that why you came to my store?" She asked.

"No, not at all. When I first found out I was coming to Florida, I was looking on TikTok to see how I would fit in, being more of a country boy, and I found your videos. For some reason, they made me feel comfortable. And today, I, as I drove around Orlando, I felt out of place and found myself going to your store, the one place that I knew of where I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. I really had no idea I was going to end up there and didn't have a plan for when I walked in," I said. "I know that sounds like a stalker, but really, I promise, I just wanted to find somewhere I fit in and felt like home." Morgan's face had a look like she was starting to get angry but it soften as I talked.

"And my store felt like that?" She asked me.

"Yes, it did," I said, hoping she wasn't mad.

"Well, that's cool," she said, sitting back in her seat. "So, tell me more about back home."

I told her about how I grew up, going to school, trying to make it through college, and changing careers until I learned to weld. She was easy to talk to and before we both knew it, we were laughing and giggling as we shared stories of past relationships.

"So, did you have to drive yourself down here or did your company provide you with a car?" She finally asked me as the conversation started to die down.

"They offered to provide a car, but it would have come out of my paycheck," I said. "So, I drove my truck down. It was kinda the one thing I knew I couldn't be without."

"What kind of truck is it?" She said. "And your answer may determine how the rest of the night goes."

I laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's a Ford."

"Oh good. I guess you would know from my videos that I'm a Ford girl," she said.

"That, and your necklace," I said, pointing to one of the three necklaces she had on, one with the Ford embalm on it. The other two were just metal beads.

"Oh yeah, that one is my favorite," she said.

She looked around at the bar, leaned up so her arms were folded on the table, pushing her cleavage up, and said, "So, do you want to show me your truck?"

My eyes flickered from her chest up to her eyes and I said, "Yes, I do."

I quickly paid my tab off with the bartender, handing him a twenty dollar tip as a thank you for his help. He whispered to me, "Looks like it'll definitely pay off for you," and I agreed with him.

Morgan was waiting for me at the door to the bar. She was wearing tight blue jeans and I couldn't help but check out her wide ass as I opened the door and let her outside. We walked side-by-side to my truck and I opened up the passenger door, offering out my hand to help her up into it. My truck wasn't jacked up by anymeans, but she still took my hand and I felt how soft her hands were for the first time.

I walked over to the drivers door and climbed in next to her. I had pulled my keys out of my pant pocket as I walked over, so I inserted the key into the ignition and started the truck.

Before I could put the truck in drive, Morgan scooted closer to me on the beach seat and said, "I didn't get a chance to thank you in there for saving me," as she put her hand on my arm.

I looked over at her and said, "Of course. I couldn't just sit by and let him treat you like that."

Morgan laughed and said, "Are you always this chivalrous?"

"Only for pretty girls with beautiful green eyes," I said.

Morgan leaned closer to me and kissed my cheek. I slowly turned my head to face her as her hand moved down my arm, and I leaned down to kiss her lips. Her lips were plump and soft, with a cherry flavored lip gloss on them. I instantly became aware of just how good of a kisser she was as we kissed, our heads twisting and turning, knocking both of our hats off.

Morgan had her long blonde hair loose and it moved around us as she moved her hand down to my groin and rested on top of my growing cock through my jeans. I moved my arms down to her waist, wrapping one around to her backside, and grabbed her thick ass. I had a handful of her ass in my hand, squeezing it over and over, as her hand started to move back and forth on my cock.

She ended the kiss and said, "Jay, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course," I said.

"Its been a while since I've been on a date. And even longer since a guy has made love to me. I only agreed to go out with Mark tonight because I was looking to get laid," she said, starting to undo the button on my jeans and unzipped them.

"His loss for being a jerk to you," I said as she moved the flaps on my pants to the side and reached inside them with her hand.

"And I also don't go to a lot of bars. I don't like to drink, you see, but there is something about a bar, a truck, and a cowboy, especially a cowboy that saves me, that just turns me on," she said

Morgan slipped her hand inside my boxers and wrapped it around my cock, expertly pulling it out of the flap of the boxers as she did so. We adjusted my groin and my pants so that she could point my seven-inch-long cock straight up in the air.

I leaned back in the seat, looking around at the parking lot to make sure nobody was around as Morgan wrapped her soft hand with her nicely manicured, pink-painted fingernails around the shaft of my cock and started to rub it up and down. I looked down as Morgan scooted back a little in the truck, leaned down, and stuck her tongue out, using it to lick up and down my shaft.

"Oh fuck," I said.

"Has it been a while for you too, Jay?" She asked.

"It's been a few months," I admitted.

"Are you going to cum fast?" She asked, continuing to lick up and down my shaft, her tongue following her hand.

"Hopefully not too fast, but you are pretty fucking hot," I said.

"You haven't even seen me naked yet," she said.

"I know, but you're still fucking hot," I told her.

Morgan wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and moaned around it as she started to slide her mouth down my shaft. I could see the sides of her mouth being pushed out as she worked to get as much of my cock in as possible. She bobbed her head up and down a few times before taking me out of her mouth and saying, "We might have to work on that later. If you're going to cum fast, I want you inside me first."

Morgan took her hands off my cock and I helped her to unbuckle the massive belt buckle she had on her belt, undo the buttons on her jeans and pull them down to her ankles, where she reached down and pulled them off. She started to climb into my lap, licking her fingers before reaching down and rubbing her pussy to make sure she was wet enough. From what I could hear, she was soaked.

In the darkness of the truck and the parking lot, I couldn't see if she was clean shaven or not, but I let out a moan as she guided my tip into her wet pussy. Morgan let go of my cock, wrapping her arms around my neck as she slid down my shaft. We both leaned forward and passionately kissed as she started to roll her hips.