“Quite a storm –“
Caleb heard a sweet female voice call out while he was nailing a new rail onto his side of the fence. She may have finished with something about “blue” and “night”, but the creaking, shuffling, and rustling from a wind gust muddled the words.
When he turned to respond, he tried to conceal the excited breath he drew in at the sight. The woman’s hips filled out her little blue jean shorts, and her movements to bend down and adjust a sandal made her breasts bounce in the sleeveless Jack Daniel’s t-shirt that was a size too small and surely older than his eighteen years.
“Quite a storm what blew through the last couple nights, wasn’t it?” She repeated, more loudly, more slowly, in a drawl as smooth as honey.
“Sure was, ma’am.” Caleb tried not to make it too obvious that he was ogling her, having been taught to look at a lady when talking to her. Into her eyes, but that wasn’t the easiest thing to do right then. He still didn’t know if he should call her Miss Baines, but Missy Jo sounded too informal for someone almost ten years older. “This should be the last of it. Been out here all afternoon.”
She knew. She had been watching him cut up the tree branch that had fallen onto the fence, dragging the pieces into the bed of the beat-up pickup truck that had been around the Tanner place ever since she could remember. For a recent high school graduate, he sure had some ripped muscles, more than even some grown men out there among the dusty two-lane county roads. Most women would feel a bit guilty about drinking in the sight of someone his age, but Missy Jo was more of a free spirit.
“You reckon you could re-stake these trees for us? If it ain’t too much trouble?” Two saplings had been planted the previous spring, and still had their guide wires staked into the ground to keep them vertical. Well, they had been staked until the wind pulled them loose the previous night.
“No trouble at all, ma’am. Be glad to.” It would only take him a few minutes, and the hammer he already had would be the only tool he would need. It was hard for Caleb to imagine any male in Lofton County to be anything other than glad to do whatever she asked, looking and sounding like that.
“I’ll make it worth your while. A tall glass of sweet tea?” She cocked her hip sideways, and winked at him. “Or, maybe a refreshment more fittin’ for a hard-workin’ man.”
Caleb turned to hide his grin as Missy Jo stepped back inside the Baines house. Shaking his head, he couldn’t think of what he wouldn’t give to have a naked roll in the hay with her. She had always turned the heads of men and boys around these parts. He’d heard a few of them, a half a dozen swigs into a bottle of whiskey, describing in un-gentlemanly terms what they’d do to her if given half a chance. A few others’ shy glances away and stammering lips have led him to believe she’s put out for some.
Ten minutes later, he was pounding the last stake into the ground. He spent a minute longer than necessary standing and giving all the guide wires a tug to make sure they were secure, since from there he could hear Missy Jo’s voice from inside the open kitchen window. She made a few passes, wrapping her fingers around the phone cord as her silhouette paced back and forth. Hot damn, that shirt is tight, he muttered to himself. If there was a shirt at all. He couldn’t tell for sure, but he’d almost have bet he saw the glistening of bare skin rather than black cotton across her shoulders. He started to gather his supplies after she hung the handset back up in its cradle on the kitchen wall.
“Well, come on now, if you’re all finished up!” Missy Jo’s voice called out from behind him as he was dumping his tools, gloves, and hardware into the box in the back of the pickup truck. “These beers ain’t gonna drink themselves!” Her eyes danced up and down his bare, lean torso as he turned, wiping himself down with a towel. If he had taken his shirt off to impress her, it wasn’t hurting.
“No, ma’am, I reckon not!” Caleb was stunned by the sight of Missy Jo in the doorway, her t-shirt nowhere in sight, her large, firm naked titties jiggling as she laughed. Topless in just her little shorts, arm stretched up the door frame, she teased, “You weren’t gonna get on outta here before comin’ in for a drink, were you?”
Fuck, he almost said, remembering his manners not to cuss in front of a lady. “Uh, no, ma’am. Ain’t right to turn down a lady’s hospitality.”
He couldn’t believe it, this fine lady inviting him inside with her titties out like this. Well, he kind of could believe it in a way, as he’d seen them before. Last year, she had been hanging up some laundry wearing nothing but jeans and boots, giving him a wave and a seductive smile. Twice.
“You sure?” Caleb asked, stepping up onto the porch, tentatively grabbing the cold Shiner Bock that Missy Jo held out for him. “I mean, you know I ain’t legal drinkin’ age.”
“Legal don’t know nothin’. You’re all grown up – anyone can see that.” She turned to squeeze one of his biceps, interrupting their passage into the house. “Any man doin’ a real man’s work can have a real man’s drink.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to tell ‘em that,” Caleb laughed, “when they try to put you away for corruptin’ a minor.” He took a swig of his Bock. “With a beer. And,” he gestured to her bare chest, “with, w-with those.”
“Not like you never drank a beer before, right?”
“Sure, I’ve had a few.”
“Not like you never seen no titties before neither. Lots more than just mine, I reckon.” She smiled and took a long, slow sip, licking her lips afterward.
“No, ma’am, well, not lots.”
“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She pulled out two chairs from the kitchen table.
“Well, I happened up on—.” He stopped, rubbing his neck in thought, not wanting to name names. “A couple girls swimmin’ in the river the last couple summers.”
“Ha, I can just see it, who, Ellie and Tara, splashin’ around all gigglin’, while you and Jake are pullin’ on your peckers, spyin’ on them from the bushes.”
Fuck, Caleb thought. Did Missy Jo know, or was she just a good guesser? That’s exactly what had happened, except Shayna was there too. And except for the pecker pulling – that was later that night, alone in his bedroom.
He changed the subject slightly. “Jake’s Pa had a pile of girlie magazines in his tool shed, too. Till his Ma found ‘em and threw ‘em out, he thinks.” Mr. Ritter had evidently acquired his spotty collection second-hand, at least, since they were well-worn. The prized Playboy featuring Pamela Anderson from two years before was one of the most recent issues, but curiously, one of the most ragged.
When Missy Jo’s head tilted back to drain most of the rest of her beer, her titties jutted out, displayed proudly, freezing Caleb’s gaze before he took his own long drink. “Also had a couple girlfriends, nothin’ steady, though.” He couldn’t pass up mentioning that his experience with female breasts wasn’t limited to just peeking through bushes or magazine pages.
“Oh,” Missy Jo exclaimed, tossing back her last swallow of beer and setting the bottle down. “I woulda thought so.” She stepped up to him, looking at his shoulders and chest while sliding a hand around his neck. “No one right now?”
“No, ma’am.”
“So, this ain’t a new experience for you?” She pressed her tits against his bare chest, pulling him close, reaching up to plant a wet kiss on his lips.
He wrapped her in his arms, leaning down into her, increasing the kiss’ passion and intensity, delighting in the skin-on-skin contact. “I ain’t done much, but I do okay, I suppose.” He let her go and finished his beer.
“Want another?”
“Well, if you’re offerin’.” He boldly stepped toward her, but she ducked and grabbed the empty bottles.
“I meant another beer,” she laughed. “You boys, always thinkin’ with your peckers.”
Caleb was more than a little embarrassed, as he realized the pecker Missy Jo was referencing was the one she had just caught him adjusting in his jeans. She spun and opened the refrigerator door, bending down to the bottom shelf. She was well aware that his eyes were on her ass, and lingered there for longer than necessary, feeling the waistband of her little shorts pull away from her skin to give him a view of her pink thong.
After closing the refrigerator door and popping the top off two new bottles, she handed him one.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“I know you was raised to be polite and all, but while you’re drinkin’ beer with me, with my titties out, you should call me Missy Jo.”
After another swig each, she stepped up to him again. “You’re wantin’ another of these, too, I suppose.” This kiss was intense, wet, aggressive, and ended with an open-mouthed tongue swipe. “So, how much further did you take these couple not-steady girlfriends? If you don’t mind me askin’.”
“Well, I never took ‘em all the way. If that’s what you’re askin’.”
“Since you’re a man now, since I last seen you, I was wonderin’ what I might could give you that you ain’t never had before.” She took a long drink of her beer. “Beer’s nothin’ new. Titties ain’t nothin’ new.”
Caleb took another drink of beer, nervously hoping she was going to continue.
“You ain’t never seen no pussy, though, have you, Caleb?” He had just swallowed, so at least his cough didn’t embarrassingly spew beer all over her.
“Well, no, ma’am – Missy Jo – not in the flesh. But them girlie magazines have plenty. Wyatt’s got cable TV, and they got some movies where they show girls full naked sometimes.”
“Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing. C’mon.” Missy Jo winked at him, took his hand, and led him out of the kitchen. Before they got to one of the small bedrooms, she turned and pushed on his chest. “You shouldn’t be traipsin’ back in the house in them muddy boots.” Then she continued into the room, leaving Caleb to unlace and remove his boots before joining her. She was reclining on one of the two beds when he stepped into the room, tipping up her beer bottle to finish it off.
“Is this your little sister’s room?” Caleb looked a little nervous.
“Yep, I’m bunkin’ with her in here while I’m here for my visit.”
“What brings you around anyhow? Janie’s weddin’, I suppose?”
“Yep. Carla’s the maid of honor, but she’s a wreck with school and all, so my family’s all helpin’ out.” She looked around. “But we can talk about that all later. Just so you know, they’re all in town right now, plannin’ to be back by supper.”
“Well, ain’t that nice?”
“Speakin’ of nice, you’re fillin’ out them jeans real nice these days,” Missy Jo told him, eyes, full of lust, admiring his firm butt and strong thighs.
Caleb laughed. “Well, thank you, ma– Missy Jo.”
“As long as they stay on, that is.”
Caleb was no dummy. After quickly throwing back the rest of his beer, he unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. When Missy Jo beckoned, he stepped up to her and she did the honors of pushing his pants down, watching his plump pecker wiggle in his briefs while he stepped out of the jeans and socks. He reached forward and undid her shorts, pulling them off to fully expose the tiny pink panties he’d gotten a glimpse of a few minutes before.
After a pause, he made the next move, hooking his fingers at the sides of her thong panties. Her smile and the way she lifted her hips told him to proceed, so he pulled them down her legs and off her feet, leaving her naked before him. She did the same with his briefs in short order. As she leaned back and parted her legs to either side of his, he gawked at his first ever up-close and personal pussy. The dark brown hairs were shorter than he’d studied in his buddy’s older Penthouse and Hustler magazines, almost like fur, and the edges were distinct, like she’d shaved to tame the spread.
Caleb’s dick was almost fully hard, pointing straight at Missy Jo from within his dark, twisty pubes. “Aiyyy!” He squirmed and shifted his weight when she tried to wrap her hand around it.
“Yeah, takes a bit of gettin’ used to, I suppose,” she laughed. After another attempt, he let her soft hand glide up and down his sensitive shaft.
“Shit, Missy Jo, I want this so bad.” He stepped back, eyes down. “But I ain’t got no condoms.” He could almost kick himself for letting it get this far, hoping this wasn’t a deal breaker. He’d heard of his buddies getting blowjobs, and had seen the act portrayed in movies, so maybe Missy Jo would do that, and he could return the favor?
“I guess not. I mean, who woulda thought you’d need one, just out fixin’ a fence?” She winked at him. “We can use mine this time.”
Did she just say, “this time”!?
She pulled out a handful of condoms from the handbag at the foot of the bed, and Caleb stared dumfounded at the variety. “Not a ribbed one for the first time. Gotta feel natural. Huh, magnum,” Missy Jo laughed, holding up a larger packet. “For that big boy I met at the county fair.” She threw it back on the pile. “Fuck, sorry.”
Handing him a normal-sized packet, she asked, “You know how to put it on?”
“Yeah, we done it in school, on a banana.”
“When you’re ready.” She pulled him close, kissing his chest while she sat on the bed with him standing in front of her. “Ain’t no rush, though.”
“I guess my pecker ain’t as big as most?”
“Nah, but it don’t matter. Not if you use it right. And ain’t just your dick. You gotta move your hips, and use your hands and body.” She held her hands out and gyrated her hips to demonstrate.
Caleb lay down on the bed, nervous, excited, but level-headed. He wanted to rip into that condom packet and go to town on Missy Jo, but he knew there was such a thing as foreplay, so he settled in to making out with her for a bit, their naked bodies getting more comfortable with each other.
“Oh, I think you’ll do just fine,” she complimented him as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Seein’ you workin’ in the yard, I just had to get me some of this.”
“Well,” Caleb responded, switching tits. “I sure am glad you seen me, then!”
“Gotta admit, I seen you before, up under your Pa’s old truck, fixin’ somethin’ I suppose. A girl could do worse than puttin’ you on your back, seein’ as how you’re good with your hands and all.” He let her roll him over and straddle him as she giggled like a younger girl. For someone who had never taken a girl ‘all the way’, she was impressed by just how good he was with those hands, albeit with some of her guidance.
The box fan in the corner of the room provided a strong breeze, blowing Missy Jo’s hair across her face but not doing much to cool their sweaty bodies. They got into it more and more, open-mouthed kissing with plenty of tongue, hands groping and squeezing, Missy Jo’s tits popping out from the grasp of Caleb’s palms and crushing against his chest.
Putting her on her back, Caleb’s hand went between her legs. Missy Jo wrapped one hand around his dick and the other around his neck, pulling him down for a hard kiss. “I’m guessin’ you like pettin’ my kitty?”
“Oh, yeah. So soft.”
“And wet.” Hint taken, he dug his middle finger into her slick folds, finding her eager hole and pushing inside. “When you finger a girl,” Missy Jo sighed after a minute of his middle digit probing her, “starting with one is fine, but you gotta use more after a while.” Again, no dummy, he slipped in a second, and soon had her writhing and panting with three. He grinned and almost sighed, hardly able to believe the exquisite feeling of reaching up inside his first warm, slick pussy.
After rolling over a few times, Missy Jo was on top. Grinding her leaking, furry pussy into the root of his cock, sliding it up and down, she deposited enough of her lubrication to be able to stroke him smoothly.
Caleb had damn sure kept track of the condom as they had changed positions, grabbing it and holding it up for her. “Time for this.” It was more like a question than a statement, but Missy Jo’s nod confirmed his plans. Once he rolled the condom down over his raging pecker, she scooted forward and settled on it. Together, they worked at getting it inside.
A warm flow coursed through Caleb’s body as the pretty lady let her full weight settle down onto him, engulfing his cock completely in her hot, snug wetness. “Ohhh,” he groaned, as Missy Jo smiled at him through the hair that was swinging down toward his face. His hips bucked up and forward as hers rocked, the two figuring out how to establish a rhythm.
He was good with his hands. A natural, Missy Jo thought. Caressing, lifting, swirling, petting, without groping or squeezing too much. Her palms and fingernails glided over his chest and abdomen. A real man looks into a lady’s eyes when he fucks her, or when she fucks him, as was the case when they started out. He held her gaze better than she’d expected.
Trying to shift positions gracefully, but popping out of her instead, Caleb managed to get Missy Jo on her back. He grabbed his pecker and guided it back in as she spread her legs wide for him. It was his turn to settle his weight on her, drilling her hard, listening to and feeling the breaths forced out of her with each thrust.
At one point, he even sat on the bed, feet on the floor, while she bucked on his lap, facing him, legs around his waist, bouncing to take him all in repeatedly. He couldn’t thrust very well like this, but sure did enjoy grabbing her jiggling tits and bringing them awkwardly to his mouth for some nipple sucking while she worked his rigid cock inside her pussy.
He stood, his lean but strong body able to pick his neighbor up and spin her around. He tried to be smooth and set her on her back in one fluid motion, but his dick popped out, and she flopped onto the bed, laughing. She handled his slick cock as he climbed back on, partially to get him to finger her more, partially to make sure the condom was still seated properly all the way down to his balls. His three fingers probed her pussy while his tongue probed her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that’s nice,” She panted, gathering his balls in her fingers, making him squirm. “You got me about ready to cum! Get that back in there.”
He let her guide his dick into her eager pussy again, pushing forward until it was buried inside. She grunted and pushed back while he fucked her hard. The bed creaked and groaned, the wood frame and mattress springs protesting louder than she remembered. She reminisced about masturbating when younger, trying to stifle her moans and bed squeaks while her hairbrush, a bottle, or a vegetable broke her hymen before she took her first dick when she was about Caleb’s age. The little cucumbers she stealthily rescued from being pickled were her favorites.
Caleb tried to be discreet when he slipped his fingers into his mouth with his face beside hers, but she knew what was going on. Smelling and tasting Missy Jo’s pussy on his fingers drove him wild with lust, causing him to groan and pump her more vigorously.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, Caleb, Uhhh,” She breathed hotly, chewing on his ear, fingernails digging into his tight teenage butt cheeks as they clenched rapidly. Her orgasm turned her moans to squeals as her legs flailed. “Oh, you’re close, ain’t you?”
“Oh, fuck, Missy Jo, Ohh, yes, ah, real close.” Jacking off to the memory of naked girls at the river or the sight of pried-open pussies in dirty magazines never felt this good. Missy Jo’s clenching, warm, slick, silky pussy massaged his cock from root to tip, enhanced by the smell of her hair and the smooth, damp skin of her naked body wrapped around him as she writhed and panted through her climax.
Cumming into his hand, towel, or tissue never felt this good. His previous orgasms were nothing compared to the release of his balls into Missy Jo as his throbbing shaft pumped erratically into her. He trembled and groaned, trying not to collapse after his spurting subsided.
Caleb and Missy Jo lay on her bed for a few minutes after they finished, holding hands, touching, grabbing, even kissing while the noisy fan did its best to evaporate their sweat and disperse the smell of sex. Before he had to worry about answering questions about where he’d been, and before her family returned, they knew he needed to go.
After he put his clothes back on, she pulled her little jean shorts back in place. On the way out to walk him to his pickup truck, she retrieved her t-shirt and snugged it down tightly over her tits. He tied off the condom to trap his spunk, saying he’d take care of disposing of it.
“Takin’ responsibility – yep, you’ve become a real man alright,” she said, stroking his ego and making him smile.
Not bad for a first-timer. Really good in fact. Sure, she had taken care of getting herself on edge earlier while watching him work on the tree and fence before she figured out how to seduce him, but he finished her off, as evidenced by her leaking post-orgasm pussy that was now needing another wipe.
“Damn, them soft city boys I’ve got to fuckin’ could stand to learn a thing or two from you, Caleb Tanner,” Missy Jo said under her breath, watching his young, firm, strong, confident form climb into his old truck. She was sure there would be more opportunities for refinement. She’d be around a few more days before having to head back to the city.
