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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Boot Scootin' Booty Call by Lila Munro


She stopped just inside the door and allowed her eyes to adjust to the neon infused duskiness. Searching through the mist of smoke and dust, she looked for the one she always sought—the one that would fulfill her. Her black leather knee boots sent a cadence up as she crossed the old wooden floor, making her way through tables full of characters of all sorts. Bikers with more tattoos than skin, cowboys peering out from under wide brim Stetson’s, and the type she sought—the good old boys. The boys that wore John Deere caps and sported worn toed work boots.

Her target sat on a wooden stool at the end of the bar. She hung back a moment, watching his arm muscles ripple as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. He was the one. Seductively, she strolled up to the empty seat beside him, backed over it with her legs open wide, and slid around facing him. Her mini skirt rode up her thighs, revealing a hint of what lay between them. She watched in heated delight as he turned his head and peered down.

“Do I know you?” He placed his cigarette between his lips and squinted.

“Maybe.” She took the cigarette from his lips, and took a drag. She placed her lips over his and slowly blew the smoke into his mouth. “You from around here?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Was once.” She placed the cigarette on the edge of the dented tin ash tray and ran her hands up his hard thighs, stopping short of sending her fingertips over his visible hard-on.

He shot her a half-cocked grin. “Want a drink?”

“Sure,” she said. “Jack, straight up.”

With that, she slid off the stool and walked to the flashing jukebox in the corner. She leaned over, knowing that he stared at her, saw the cheeks of her ass peering out from beneath her skirt. She slipped two coins into the shiny silver slot. The soulful notes of a country ballad drifted into the air as she turned and paraded back to her seat. She took the shot glass off the bar, downed the contents, and licked her lips. Her eyes gleaming, she took his calloused hand and led him to the dance floor.

She let him pull her into his frame possessively, holding her captive. He smelled of something akin to fall. A subtle heat crept along her skin. His hard-on twitched beneath the zipper of his jeans, and in response her clit swelled and a thick wetness erupted between her legs. One of his hands ran up her back and found its way into her hair, twisting it and pulling until her head tilted. He ran his tongue along her throat, sending an invisible flame racing over her.

“Where would you like to go?” he rasped. “My place, or yours?”

“Neither,” she answered. “My car.”

A wicked grin spread across his face as he unfurled his arms and took her hand. A jet black Dodge Charger sat in the shadows at the back of the parking lot. Her heels kept time with the sound of his boots thudding against the hard packed dirt. He stopped her from opening the door and shoved her into the cold metal, working his way between her legs, pushing into her. The rough material of his jeans teased her pulsing flesh further driving her need for fulfillment.

“Tell me what you want,” he said into her hair.

“Everything.”

Effortlessly, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She anxiously stroked him, stopping at his head to run her thumb around it. She pushed him back and leaned down to run her tongue around his cock. Greedily, she consumed him. She ran her mouth down the length of him, and then came back up, razing his flesh with her teeth. He took her head in his hands, pulled her up, and kissed her, sharing the taste she’d had of him. He ran one hand up her shirt and plucked one tightened nipple, and sent the other up her skirt to part her plump lips, sending his fingers deep inside her.

Her insides coiled and throbbed. She reached between them, took his hand away, and drew it to her lips. Hungrily, she licked his fingers, cleansing him of her essence. She tilted her head up and found his mouth, giving him a taste of what she’d gleaned from his skillful fingers. Then she pushed his hand back between her legs, allowing him to continue his assault. Her breath came in short gasps and a groan erupted from her, mingling with the sound of the rushing wind. A delicious heat shot out from her belly and her senses spiraled as she fell away from what was real and floated into the space between the earth and the sky. Before she’d stopped pulsing, she moved to the hood of the car and bent over it. She spread her legs wide and he slid between them. Inch by inch he slid inside her, then grabbed her by the hips and began to thrust.

He drove himself as far as he could go, then pulled back slowly, then thrust hard and fast again. She moaned and hissed when he ran one of his hands into her hair, grabbing and pulling her head back. Sweat trickled down her legs as he pulsed within her, and together they found the most delicious pleasure she’d ever known. With one final thrust, he fell across her and they lay together across the hood of her car panting. He rose up and she pushed herself off the hood, tugged her skirt down, and turned. He was tucking in his shirt with a most satisfied look on his face.

“Same time next week?”

“If not sooner.” He smiled at her as she got in the car and started it. “Be careful going home, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.”

“I always am, and I know you will be.”


About the author: At the age of eight, Lila received a toy typewriter from Santa and thus her quest to become a published author began. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, two dogs, and a guinea pig. She enjoys reading, travel, and the beach, and she loves hearing from her readers. www.lilamunro.weebly.com http://www.wickedmuses.webs.com

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