I exited the room and shut the door behind me as I listened to her begin singing a new tune while drying herself off. I couldn’t help but smile since I thought she was so damn cute. Is cute the right word? I mean, sure, this woman was a bona fide hottie in more ways than one, but something about her demeanor was just plain…cute. I adored her outlook on life, while at the same time, I felt bad about the few things she had mentioned earlier that held her back from truly succeeding. I had no doubts in my mind that if Bridget packed up her bags and moved to one of the larger cities, she would see great success in anything she set out to do.
I descended the steps and took a moment to appreciate the paintings by the bay window once again. I also looked outside past the driveway – which my new friend had no use for since she didn’t own an automobile – at the adjacent house. The windows I could see were all dark, and it went without saying that Bridget’s neighbors were out for the night.
When I was back downstairs in the living room, I picked up the blanket that was folded on the couch and unfurled it with a wave as I spread it out over the sofa. I then picked up one of the pillows and noticed a decorative pattern on it that made me feel uncomfortable with using it for sleeping. When I glanced at the other, I noticed the same thing. I figured I would ask my gracious hostess if she had another one I could use since I didn’t want to accidentally drool on something fancy.
I sat down on the couch and decided to look through the stack of books again. As I did so, my attention was diverted upward because I could hear the floorboards of the second-floor creak under the weight that Bridget barely possessed. One glance at the bountiful brunette would inform anyone that there was no way she was pushing even a hundred pounds, so the old house showed its age since Bridget’s weight even remotely fazed it. If I’m allowed to be crass in my own story, I would like to point out that I believe the only way my new friend could be over a hundred pounds would be if the weight of each boob pushed her over that mark. I truly wondered if the poor woman ever had back problems since her bosoms looked a little hefty for her thin frame.
I probably paged through a few different novels for a total of ten minutes before I realized how much time had elapsed. When the face of the grandfather clock informed me that it was a little after midnight, I started to wonder what was taking Bridget so long upstairs. At first, I wondered if she had maybe gone to sleep without telling me, but that seemed doubtful since she had been so excited to hear some of my stories. Besides, when I listened a little closer, I could still hear a few creaks from directly above, so the pretty brunette was obviously in her room.
After another five minutes had passed, I decided to get up and help myself to a glass of water. I have to admit that I was still a little hungry since I had shared my meal with my favorite waitress, and even though she had given me some extra fries that were just going to be thrown out while she and Cathy had been closing down, I was still in the mood for some kind of snack. I felt out of place going through her cabinets for a cup, though, so I knew it wouldn’t be right to dig around in her refrigerator without asking.
As I walked through the classy dining room, I stopped for a second to admire Bridget’s decorative abilities. The round table sitting right in the center of the small room had an old tablecloth draped over it that looked like something my grandmother on my father’s side would’ve created years earlier, and an ornamental ewer sat right in the middle of the table between two candlestick holders. The three adornments were silver…as were all of the other dishes and knickknacks in a glass cabinet on the east wall of the room.
I examined everything in the case and knew that none of the trinkets found within could be cheap. Apart from dishes, I also saw a few pieces of jewelry that were still in their boxes, and there was also a silver object that looked much like a horn on display. It had feathers attached to it close to the mouthpiece, and if I had to venture a guess, I would say it was the oldest item on display. I remembered how Bridget had mentioned that she didn’t make a whole lot of money performing the jobs she found to be degrading, so I doubted a waitress’s wage could pay for everything my eyes beheld. It was none of my business, so I tried not to think what kind of money she made in her other occupation…
With my mind still ablaze with questions, I finally made my way into the narrow kitchen and opened three different cabinets before finding a drinking glass. I took it over to the sink and filled it with water while telling myself that all the silver trinkets I had been scanning were probably precious heirlooms from the brunette’s grandparents or something.
I downed the liquid rather quickly and then had a little more. After finishing a second cup, I washed the glass and found a thin towel to dry it off with. I then put the drinking glass back where I had originally found it and returned to the living room. I seated myself on the couch once more.
Roughly five more minutes passed until I finally heard movement on the staircase. I glanced over and espied Bridget with a hand on the wooden railing as she descended the carpeted steps. She had on a red, silk robe with golden designs of serpentine dragons embroidered into it. It looked rather fancy and expensive, so I once again wondered how the woman with supposed money problems afforded such fashionable articles of attire.
With a huge smile plastered across her face, Bridget made her way over to where I sat and stood on the opposite side of the coffee table. She then bent over as she apologized for having the books stacked on the table. There was obviously no need for the brunette to justify having her possessions wherever she wanted in her own home, but she nevertheless felt the need to atone.
Again, maybe the hormones in me need to just sit back and stay out of the storytelling, but there was another reason the erotic female didn’t need to apologize…and that was because she was giving me the most amazing view as she bent over.
The robe fell open a bit at the top since it was only being held together by a small red belt made of the same silk and tied around the brunette’s waist. I did my best to avert my gaze, but seeing what I believed to be some dark-green lingerie beneath…well, let’s just say that I had a little trouble taking my eyes off the frilly number. Of course, it wasn’t just the skimpy outfit that I was admiring, but also the sensational cleavage the fabulous female created as those two impeccable breasts pressed up against each other. The amethyst stone of the necklace Bridget wore dangled in front of the wondrous sight.
“Do you need anything to eat or drink, Marcus?”
I felt like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I snapped out of my momentary trance as I hoped that Bridget hadn’t noticed me staring. “Oh, um…I had a glass of water while you were upstairs. I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself.”
Even though the brunette had shown me through her cozy abode, she still looked a little embarrassed that I had wandered through her dwelling on my own. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to clean lately! On my days off, I usually plan on taking care of some housework, but then I get caught in my books and tend to doze off on the couch!”
“Nothing the matter with that,” I responded since everyone deserved time to relax. “And you don’t truly think your house is dirty, do you? This has to be one of the cleanest places I’ve had the honor of crashing in!”
Bridget smiled at my kindness before turning around and jogging out to her kitchen. I heard the sink turn on as she shouted, “I’m sure you’ve stayed in your share of places over the years in your line of work!”
Even though the brunette couldn’t see me from her location, I nodded to confirm that she was right. I could make an entire list of some of the places I had crashed in over the last decade…most of which that weren’t nearly as nice as the house I was currently sitting in. “You can say that again.”
Bridget then returned and warmly smiled as she handed me a glass of water with a lemon slice on top.
I returned her mirth before looking around for a coaster to set my glass on. I didn’t want to leave rings on the coffee table sitting directly in front of me. I think she noticed what I was doing and seemed to procure one for me from seemingly nowhere. After having a drink, I set the glass down and then sat back so I could get comfortable. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was that lingerie under the robe. Did Bridget actually sleep in such attire, or had she put it on for other reasons…?
The buxom brunette made her way over to the recliner and had a seat. She then crossed her right leg over her left…and I noticed just how smooth her lower limbs were. Running a hand over such a thing would have been a real treat, and I’m glad she hurled a question in my direction before I started salivating right then and there. “So, how does a man like yourself end up out in the middle of nowhere for his job, Marcus? What exactly is it that you’re investigating out in hickville?”
I tried to laugh off the brunette’s blatant disregard for her hometown. At the same time, I was trying to decide how to answer her question. I never divulged info about my jobs to anyone…and since I hardly knew Bridget, I knew I shouldn’t be telling her much. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust her with the information, but because what I was after was dangerous…and I didn’t want to bring her into the mix and imperil her in any way. I had been through such things before.
From where she sat, Bridget raised an eyebrow and waited for an answer.
“I’m trying to track a man down.”
There was obvious interest on the brunette’s face as she jokingly responded, “Aren’t we all!” After a short laugh, she added, “And why is this man so notorious?”
Again, I struggled with how much I could tell the woman who doubled as a waitress and exotic dancer. In her professions, there was a decent chance that she was privy to certain information…and again, I wondered if I’d be endangering her if I gave her too much of the raw data.
Just as she had before, the stunning brunette awaited an answer.
I leaned forward and lowered my head a bit. I’m sure that my hostess could see that I was deep in thought, and when I finally glanced in her direction, I countered her query with one of my own as I pointed at my neck and asked, “What’s that pretty necklace you have on all about?”
Bridget reached down and grabbed the amethyst stone as she held it up for the both of us to see. “This? Oh, this has been handed down in my family for generations. I was given this when I was a little girl.”
I nodded my understanding as I responded, “Such an heirloom must be quite invaluable to you.”
“It sure is,” Bridget said as she released her hold on the stone and let it fall against her soft flesh. “A lot of the antiques in my house are actually from my family’s history. I wouldn’t part with anything in here for all the gold in the world.”
“Can’t say that I blame you,” I told my gracious hostess. “I lost my mother to disease about five years ago, so I understand what having mementos and other keepsakes of our departed ones means.” I then turned my gaze toward the marvelous brunette as I somewhat corrected myself by pointing out, “I’m sorry to make the assumption that you’ve lost loved ones. I didn’t take into account that your relatives could still be alive.”
Bridget did her best to smile as she clapped her hands together and lowered her head a bit while responding, “I haven’t seen any of my family members in over a decade.”
The cryptic answer bothered me. I felt sorry for the woman who seemed all alone in this little village isolated from the rest of the world. Her brown locks hid her face from me as her head hung low. I decided it was time to bring a little cheer to the otherwise dreary room as I pointed to one of the small statues adorning the room and asked, “Is that from out east? The craftsmanship reminds me very much of something from…”
“That was actually carved by my great-grandfather,” the brunette responded. She laughed sardonically as she added, “I never had a chance to meet him. He died in the war.”
Of course, I knew the one she was talking about. Again, I felt like I needed to somehow spread a little cheer, so I asked, “Have you read any good books lately? I do a lot of reading in between jobs, but most of what I’ve read lately has been trash.”
“What kind of books do you read?”
“Oh, I like a little bit of everything,” I told the gorgeous female. “I enjoy a good mystery here and there…keeps me sharp in my line of work.”
I saw Bridget grin.
“I’d have to say that fantasy is my favorite genre, and as much as I’m embarrassed to admit it, I oftentimes find romance novels to be more intriguing than horror publications.”
Bridget beamed as she asked, “Why would that be embarrassing, Marcus? I think it’s very charming that a man can get lost in a good romance novel!”
I scratched the back of my head and averted my eyes after my admission. It’s not a secret to anyone who’s heard any of my other tales that I’ve loved a good many women throughout my lifetime. To this very day, I would still do anything for any one of them if they so much as approached me and asked. I know it sounds sappy, but sometimes I envy the men found in those fictional novels full of sappy stories because there always seems to be a happy ending…and in real life, I can be the first to say that that’s usually as far from the truth as possible. I know a thing or two about protecting the ones we love from the evils of the world…
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” the brunette suddenly broke into my thoughts. “I don’t want to bring up a hurtful subject, but did she…” Bridget’s voice trailed off since she apparently changed her mind about asking me her question.
I did my best to smile as I reminisced, “I had the most wonderful mother in the world. I miss her every day and say a prayer each and every night in hopes that she’s found a semblance of happiness in the next life. She was always an angel down here, so now I’m put at ease knowing that she’s an angel for real.”
“That’s a nice way of seeing it,” Bridget said in a low voice. I could tell that she was trying to word her sentence in order to steer clear of offending me. “And your father?”
“Passed shortly after from a broken heart. I loved the big guy too, but I always felt closer to my mom.”
The saddened brunette glanced down and mumbled, “Sorry.”
I nodded my thanks and leaned forward to grab my glass of water so I could take a drink. Upon setting it back down, I decided to completely change the subject as I told the kindhearted woman, “I used to love writing stories at one point in my life. My mom always pushed me to keep at it since she knew how much I enjoyed creating my own little worlds, and it’s always been my dream to become a published author.”
“And now you’re a journalist!”
I shook my head as I let out a sigh and said, “It’s not the same, though. What I write now is nothing like what I used to write back when I was in school.”
“What’d you write back then?”
“A lot of fantasy,” I answered the inquisitive brunette. “I always considered fantasy the best escape from the real world, so I would construct tales of love and tragedy in mystical worlds that I could escape to. When I used to pick up a pen and paper, I would transport myself to said worlds and get lost in them for hours.”
“That sounds incredible, Marcus! Do you still write any of these stories in your spare time?”
I shook my head as I told my hostess, “I had to grow up and venture into the real world. As much as I miss those fictional escapes, they certainly never kept food on my plate.”
“Oh, that’s horrible, Marcus!”
I glanced over at Bridget and saw that she looked quite passionate about what she was about to say to me.
“Letting that inner passion you once had die is the worst thing you can do! If you have the creative talent to weave worlds of wonder that could be enjoyed by the masses, you have an obligation not just to yourself, but to everyone who might appreciate your style of writing! And please don’t be upset with me for saying it, but you owe it to your dear mother to continue your work!”
I thought about the words and how they were spoken with such passion. I have to admit that after years of letting the ideas rampantly flowing through my noggin lie dormant, I was in a spot where I wanted nothing more than to take up the pen once again and put it to paper…but for myself instead of those I reported to. Somehow, Bridget had reinvigorated me and had me wanting to follow the path my life was meant to be on.
Unfortunately, the adult in me knew that I couldn’t just drop everything in order to scribble down the tales I had always wanted to tell.
I noticed that Bridget was sitting forward on her recliner as if waiting for me to speak again. When I finally did so, I said something I don’t think she was expecting.
“Bridget, I’ve written about everything from nightmarish contagions to corrupt public officials in my time as a journalist. I’ve written about the capitulation of great nations and about common street urchins doing everything they can on the streets to survive after the embers of war have been stoked. I’ve seen the worst this world has to offer…and I would give anything to be able to go back to scrivening fantasy over the bleak realities I’ve been forced to cover. I’ve adhered to the conformities of a barbaric society for so long, and if I thought there was any possible way to return to what I loved half a lifetime ago…”
“What’s stopping you, Marcus?”
I grew silent for what felt like the longest time. I was lost in thought for a moment as I pondered the beautiful brunette’s words.
Bridget was absolutely right. What was stopping me? Why was I carrying on with a job and lifestyle I hated? Why was I living out of my pickup when I could have a stable relationship with a wonderful woman and a house out in the country somewhere far from the obsequious and urbane call of commonplace civilization…?
Unfortunately, the answer was quite obvious: It was because I lived in that aforementioned real world and had to survive. Society had no room for a visionary crafting fables of delusionary worlds. I was no longer a greenhorn: I was a veteran of this cruel and grotesque planet I walked upon each and every day. There was no place for an idealist such as myself amongst the masses of men and women who had also given up on their dreams of grandeur in order to work from nine-to-five daily.
“Bridget,” I suddenly spoke up, “You’re truly a beacon of light in an otherwise dark and bleak existence. It’s not every day when I meet someone as phenomenal as you.” Even if it had only been for a few seconds, she had reminded me of happier times that I could only fantasize about nowadays.
Once again, the beautiful brunette’s smile lit up the room. I was then quite surprised when she spouted out of the blue, “I think I might have to head up to bed because I’m actually pretty tired, Marcus. Would you care to join me?”
I wasn’t exactly sure that I had heard the incredible female correctly. “Huh?”
Bridget’s smile was illuminating as she stood up and walked across the room. She laughed as she said, “I was just wondering if you’d be more comfortable on a bed than a couch! You said you spend a lot of your nights in your pickup, so I thought it would be nice if you could get a good night’s sleep for a change on an actual mattress!”
It took a moment to register in my mind, but my gracious hostess was making an offer out of the kindness of her heart and not for ulterior reasons. I was obviously ecstatic about sharing a bed with her, but admittedly a little disappointed that she wasn’t offering sex. That sounds horrible to say, I know, but to see and be near the beautiful brunette in person…
I want to reiterate that while I have had some sexual encounters in my past that blossomed fairly quickly, I didn’t typically move so fast. However, the thought of lying next to Bridget not only had my motor running for obvious reasons, but also due to the fact that I hadn’t actually slept with a woman in three or four years. It had been so long that I was losing count. If I’m being completely honest, it may have been closer to five or six. I was usually pretty good with dates, but being as busy as I was and on the road so often was beginning to cloud my brain.
I don’t want to sound like I was disappointed by any means that Bridget’s invite had been strictly platonic…that would just come off as ungrateful. Here was a woman who invited me into her home while barely knowing me, and now she was allowing me to use her bed since she had been made aware of how rarely I achieved a good night’s rest. She truly was something else.
Bridget made her way to the base of her staircase and put a hand on the railing as she turned to face me. She still had that radiant smile across her visage as she cocked her head to the side and asked, “Well? Are you coming? Or did I frighten you?”
That playfulness that the brunette had about her was so endearing. As I sat on her couch in the living room, I had grown hesitant about following her for more than one reason. To be honest, I think I actually was a little frightened as she had mentioned. Part of that was because it had indeed been so long since I had shared any kind of time with a woman, and I certainly didn’t want my hormones to get the best of me. Of course, I wasn’t worried about doing anything heinous to the beautiful person standing only feet away from me because I prided myself on my self-control. I would never do anything to harm a woman or make her feel uncomfortable in any way. Laying hands on a woman in a sexual manner against her wishes was the gravest of sins in my opinion, so I knew I didn’t have to worry about that.
I think what actually concerned me was the fact that I wondered how I would react if something did happen. Sure, Bridget was inviting me up to her room with the best of intentions, but what if at some point in the night, she became a little randy? I’m by no means the best-looking guy in the world, but I’ve been with enough women to know that such a thing could happen. Hell, the woman I had lost my virginity to was a stunning teacher who could’ve been the centerfold of a dirty magazine, yet she had been the one to initiate our encounter. I wouldn’t have expected sleeping with Tessa in a million years, but the memories of my brief stint with her still keep me warm on some of the coldest nights of the year.
I think Bridget was growing a little impatient and may have started having misgivings about suggesting the arrangement in the first place. I’m sure it was because I was sitting so still on her couch and she probably felt a little shunned. I certainly didn’t want her feeling that way and thinking that I wasn’t attracted to her…because that was so far from the truth that I don’t even have a clever descriptor to make a comparison with.
“Marcus, I didn’t mean to…”
I pushed myself to my feet and smiled as I made my way toward her. “I didn’t mean to slight you, Bridget. The offer is by far the kindest I’ve ever had in all the years I’ve been on the road, but I don’t want you to feel obligated just because of what I did earlier tonight or because any of my stories made you feel some kind of pity for me. If you’d be more comfortable with me down here on the couch, I’d gladly bunk here if you want me to.”
“What I want is to cuddle up next to a strong, warm man who has honorable intentions and good manners. I want to feel like someone cares about me, and I also want to feel a virile heartbeat while nodding off to dreamland for a change. If you can accept and believe that, I would absolutely love to have you come upstairs with me. If not, I’ll understand if you’d prefer to remain down here.”
Again, I could tell that Bridget was being sincere. She really did just want someone whom she could trust to snuggle up with and feel safe beside for a change. Her house was by no means spooky, but it had to be rather disheartening to come home to it every day and not have anyone to share it with. In a way, the beautiful brunette was just as alone as I was. Perhaps the only difference was that Bridget was tied down to one spot while I was constantly on the move. Regardless, we both had no one significant to depend on in our lives.
I scratched the back of my head and realized that since the village was so small, the two of us had walked from the diner to Bridget’s house…which left my pickup parked by the saloon. It wasn’t the longest of walks, but I had left all my belongings locked in my vehicle. I didn’t have a change of clothes. “Bridget, I would love to come upstairs with you, but would it be okay if I used your shower and rinsed off first?”
“Of course!” Her rollicking energy was contagious.
I followed my gracious hostess up the staircase and to the second floor of her modest home. She then led me to the closet from where I had fetched a towel for her earlier. She opened it and handed me another maroon-colored one as well as a bar of soap. She then smiled and gave me a pat on the left arm as she told me she’d give me some privacy and be in her room when I was done.
After thanking Bridget for everything, I watched her skip down the hallway and into her sleeping quarters as I took a left and headed into the bathroom. I flipped the light switch on and closed the door behind me. I then took a long look in the mirror and thought about everything I had been through in such a short period of time. Was it truly less than three hours ago when I had strolled into Bridget’s diner for the first time…?
I set the towel down on the counter’s edge next to the sink. I then walked over and pulled the shower curtain off to the side. The tub below was obviously still wet from when Bridget had bathed, and something about using the same shower as the beautiful brunette sent chills down my spine yet again. Just being in the same house with the gorgeous female made me tremble in glee.
I turned the water on and let the shower warm up as I disrobed. I still didn’t like the idea of putting my dirty clothes back on after cleaning up, but I didn’t really have much of an option. After pulling my shirt off and taking off everything down below, I placed them all in a pile on the counter space next to the sink after swapping them with the towel. I then placed that on top of the closed toilet lid since it would be in my reach once I was done bathing.
I climbed into the warm shower and let the water cascade over my naked body. I lathered up with the bar of soap and instantly felt refreshed for the first time in ages. Sure, I did my best to shower daily when I was on the road by using them in the hotels I stayed at, but there was something to be said about cleaning up in a cozy, familiar place. That probably sounds a little ironic since I had only been in Bridget’s home for a little over an hour, but it felt welcoming in a way I can only describe as intimate.
After covering myself in suds, I glanced over and noticed a green loofah hanging from a hook to my right. Loofah’s the correct term for that, right? Being a dude, I often mix those up with other toiletries women use. Regardless, I saw it and couldn’t help but reach out and touch it. I wasn’t about to use it since I had no right to, but just knowing it had touched Bridget’s body not even an hour earlier…
I felt something down below start stiffening as I thought about the naked female rubbing the loofah all over herself in the exact spot where I now stood. Yes, it had been entirely too long since I had enjoyed the touch of a woman, and the very thought of Bridget was making me harder than a cast iron pan.
For a moment, I considered taking my solidifying organ in my right hand and beating off my dirty thoughts since it had been longer than I could remember since I had last masturbated. I would’ve hated to crawl into bed next to Bridget and then need to rush off right away because her very presence caused me uncontrollable arousal. I even contemplated turning the hot water completely off and taking a cold shower.
“Marcus?”
My head jerked up upon hearing my name from the other side of the door. It was obviously Bridget, and for only a second, I shuddered at the thought that she had somehow read my mind. “Bridget?”
“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I think I need to pull a you!”
I wasn’t sure what the wonderful woman meant at first, so I simply responded, “Come again?”
“I should’ve said something before you went in there, but I have to pee like you wouldn’t believe! Would you mind if I came in and went real quick?”
There was no way I could turn my gracious hostess down, so in a voice she could easily hear, I called out, “Of course. Come on in.”
I heard the door open as Bridget made her way into the room. I strongly considered peeking out from behind the shower curtain, but I didn’t want to lower myself to such a level. Instead, I let the water continue to rain down on me as I listened attentively. As I did so, I knew my towel had been moved since I overheard the toilet lid being lifted…and seconds later, I heard a strong stream contacting the water at the bottom of the bowl.
My penis was growing rigid again. I placed my hands over it and pushed it down as if Bridget could actually see it, but I instantly felt foolish since that wasn’t the case. I probably sound like an incredibly oafish clod for doing so, but I’ll defend my behavior to my dying day since Bridget truly was one of the most dazzling women I had ever laid eyes on and she had me on edge.
“Hey, Marcus!” The outgoing brunette suddenly called out. “I don’t suppose you’d want to borrow a pair of my jammies since you don’t have a change of clothes with you, would you?” The question was followed up by laughter.
I shared in the fantastic female’s amusement since the dilemma had occurred to me as well. “I really doubt you’d have anything that would fit me!”
“Yeah, probably not! Are you going to put these clothes back on? I mean, they don’t smell or anything, but since you’ve been traveling in them all day…”
I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. I was certainly in a bit of a pickle.
“If you’d like,” Bridget then spoke up as she continued to relieve herself, “I could take them down and throw them in the wash real quick.”
“Um…what would I put on after I’m done showering?”
“You’ll have this towel!” Bridget laughed from the other side of the curtain. She then tried to be a little more serious when she offered, “I could leave your boxers for you.”
If I’m being completely honest, I really didn’t want to put clothes I had been wearing all day back on after freshening up. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but I am quite fond of cleanliness…especially my own. If Bridget was okay with me parading around her house in nothing but my boxers, I was actually quite okay with that. I decided to ask, “Would you be okay with me just wearing my boxers to bed? I don’t want to impose…”
Bridget answered by rolling her tongue and then making a playful noise that sounded like a tiger’s roar. Once again, my penis fidgeted down below thanks to the frisky female.
From where I stood in the shower, I listened as Bridget finished up her business and flushed the toilet. She then washed her hands while telling me that she was going to run my clothes downstairs and throw them into the washer. I thanked her for her kindness, but not before regaining her attention once more.
“What is it?”
Like she had done with me, I opened the curtain just enough to peek my head out. I motioned for her to come closer and then asked her to hand me my jeans. She did so without question, and then I reached into the left pocket of the trousers and pulled out a few items that I certainly didn’t want being put through the wash.
“What’s that?” she queried.
“Just a few things from my past that I can’t live without.”
I didn’t think such a thing could be possible, but the amber eyes of the brunette lit up even more. “Oooh! Can I see them?”
I swallowed a lump in my throat as I responded, “Maybe a little later. For now, it’s important that only my eyes see them.”
“Aw…poo! Well, we’re all entitled to our own little secrets, I guess!”
I thanked the woman for understanding and watched her leave. When the door closed behind her, I leaned forward and placed my important belongings momentarily on the toilet seat. I then hurriedly finished up my shower and turned the water off before throwing the curtain open. I reached for the towel that she had placed back on the toilet lid for me and dried myself off. I then grabbed for my boxers and pulled them on while also placing my trinkets on the counter near the sink. When I suddenly glanced downward, I could see that my boner was clearly visible as it bugled forward.
My eyes went to the toilet and I thought about throwing the lid up and hastily whacking out my dirty daydreams. It certainly wouldn’t take more than a few seconds to envision Bridget in her altogether and then let the semen fly. Hell, I didn’t even think it would take that. Just thinking about the woman’s angelic voice was enough to stimulate me.
I instantly remembered my possessions sitting on the counter. One of the items amongst them was a strip of black and white pictures from a mall photo booth. One of the women from my past had somehow talked me into entering one…which is quite the feat considering how much I despise having my picture taken. Three out of the four were of a “spicier” nature, so for that reason, I didn’t want Bridget seeing them. I knew I could study those photos and crank one out posthaste…
For whatever reason, I decided to let sleeping dragons lie. I did my best as I had a pep talk with myself in front of that mirror, and when I noticed a cup to the left of the faucet that had a toothbrush and some toothpaste sticking out of it, I grabbed the latter and unscrewed the cap. I then put some of the thick paste on a finger before placing it in my mouth. I swished it around in an effort to make sure my breath wouldn’t be too revolting since I would probably be relatively close to the warmhearted brunette.
After spitting out the toothpaste, I turned the sink back on and cupped some water in my hands to drink. I then opened one of the cabinets directly beneath the small basin and hid my valuable trinkets behind some toiletries the brunette had squared away that I didn’t think she’d use anytime soon. I would retrieve them from their hiding place the moment I had my jeans back.
Once I was convinced that I wasn’t leaving the bathroom in any kind of disarray, I shut the light off and made my way down the hallway toward Bridget’s bedroom. I wasn’t sure if she was back upstairs yet, so even though her door was open, I leaned in and knocked on it. “Anyone home?” I jested.
“Hey, you!”
The only light in the room came from a window above the bed. There was another on the north wall of the house, but a tree right outside prevented any moonlight from sneaking in. It was hard to see, but Bridget was lying on the middle of her bed with the blankets pulled up to her face. I could barely make out those bright, amber orbs of hers. As always, she looked quite playful.
I made my way closer to the bed and stopped for a moment to scratch the back of my head. “Do you have a preference as to which side you sleep on?”
She merrily shook her head. When she noticed me walking to the left – so obviously, her right – side of the bed, she shifted to her left a bit in order to give me some space. She then lit the room with her pearly whites as she lifted the covers and invited me to have a seat.
I returned her merriment and did my best to look away while sitting down. As I previously stated, the lighting in the room wasn’t the best, but I was still able to see that she had taken the robe off…and that green lingerie she had decided to wear looked great on her lithe form. If I stared for too long, that raging hard-on I was doing my best to conceal was going to be reinvigorated in a hurry.
Once I was situated, I pulled the blankets up at the exact same time Bridget went to throw them on me. We both laughed as I laid my head back on the fluffy pillow behind me while the brunette threw herself onto her right side and began staring at me.
I was a little uneasy at first. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and return her doting gaze, but I knew that doing so would only serve to make the blankets down by my lower regions bulge. I didn’t truly believe that Bridget would be upset with me if she noticed I was aroused, but since it had been so damn long since I had been in the presence of female companionship, I was trying to be as discreet as possible. I didn’t want her thinking that I only had sex on my mind.
Bridget placed her right arm under her pillow and then lifted her hand so she could lean on it while gazing directly at me. She was still smiling in her cheerful manner as the comely expression on her face beckoned me to look in her direction. I could feel the very heat of her orbs upon me.
Not wanting to come off as rude, I finally rolled over and faced the beautiful brunette. I tried to position myself in an “S” formation so my legs would be hooked and hopefully prevent her from noticing my erection. I knew she obviously couldn’t see it since the covers were draped over us, but I was afraid that if she scooched a little closer to me, she might accidentally bump into it and be appalled. It was probably a silly thing to think since she had been so damn open with me…not to mention the fact that she was letting me sleep in her bed beside her. Maybe she was actually expecting it…
Bridget beamed with excitement and looked to be wide awake. When she noticed me finally making eye contact with her, she smiled while saying, “Unless you’re tired and want to go to sleep, Marcus, I think you should tell me about the craziest assignment you’ve ever been on!”
I’m not so sure if Bridget wanted to hear a story in order to learn more about me, or if it was because she wanted to escape the mundane reality she lived in daily. It was funny how I felt sorry for her and was also jealous of her at the same time. I felt bad for her because I recognized that feeling of being trapped, but at the same time, I was envious of the fact that she had a place to call home. I’m not sure she understood how the normalcy of her life made a wayfarer like myself feel.
The bountiful brunette continued to lean on her right hand as she stared at me from less than a foot and a half away. She was waiting for an answer…so I wanted to give her something she’d remember while not scaring her to the point that she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
“I’ve seen some pretty unbelievable things in my time,” I finally told my new friend, “But I’d have to say that one of the most unsettling was out east.”
“How far east?” Bridget asked with wonder in her amber eyes.
“Quite far from here,” I chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Don’t let anything I tell you keep you from getting any sleep.”
The beautiful brunette reached forward and playfully shoved me. She tried to laugh off my words and convince me that she was too tough to be frightened by anything I had to say. “I ain’t afraid of anything!” she exclaimed in the sturdiest voice she could muster.
I continued to chuckle to lighten the mood as I told her, “Well, if you can believe it, I once received a tip and journeyed to a rundown village way out east where there was supposedly some kind of witchcraft going on.”
Bridget’s eyes became wide. “Magic?”
I laughed at the disbelief etched on her face. “If you believe in that sort of thing. There were reports from travelers passing through the area that they were seeing lights that some described as ‘wisps’ during the middle of the night. The people who witnessed these bizarre sightings claimed that the spheres of radiance almost seemed alive and appeared to be moving about in an intelligent manner. Of course, this phenomenon sparked quite the debate, and before word could spread to the mainstream, I proceeded to drive there to discover once and for all what was going on.”
“What did you find?” Bridget asked with awe in her voice. I was fairly convinced that she hadn’t blinked once since I had started telling my tale. She was hanging on my every word.
With a smug grin on my face, I shook my head and revealed, “It was nothing more than a bunch of punk kids either vandalizing or trying to loot the remains of the village. They had some powerful flashlights that were able to cast their illumination a great distance, and apparently the people in the immediate vicinity had been quite a superstitious lot. I’m not trying to make them sound less intelligent or anything, but they were obviously simple countryfolk who were not accustomed to what they were seeing.”
The look on Bridget’s face showed a bit of disappointment. I think she had been expecting a tale immersed in action and adventure. Hearing about a bunch of irresponsible children causing an uproar with nothing more than some flashlights was quite the letdown for her. “Aw, I asked for the craziest assignment you’ve ever been on…and that was the best you could come up with?”
My laugh was curtailed as I recalled what had happened shortly after my discovery of what was really going on. I decided to leave that small tidbit out since I knew such information would give Bridget nightmares…perhaps for more than a single night, too. “Sorry,” I decided to apologize as I gazed into the marvelous eyes before me. “Sometimes I start telling a story and realize I forgot how it ends until I get there. I guess that one wasn’t as crazy as I thought.”
Bridget eyed me in such a way that told me she didn’t wholeheartedly believe my explanation. Something on her face hinted that she knew there was more to the tale…and that I was also sparing her the gory details. I think in a way, she may have been silently thanking me.
“So,” I spoke up, thinking a change of subject was in order, “You work at your other job tomorrow night, huh?”
“Yeah,” Bridget responded with a bit of disdain in her voice. “Technically ‘tonight’ since it’s after midnight.” The beautiful brunette rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling as she moaned, “I hate that job.”
Recalling the treatment my gracious hostess had received back in the diner, I opted to tell Bridget a bit more about myself as I suddenly brought up, “I once dated a woman for two years who was a lingerie model.”
With her eyes once more ablaze with life, the beautiful brunette faced me again with great intensity. She was eager to receive more of an explanation as she started talking a mile a minute. “Really? Who was she? Was she pretty? What color was her hair? Where was she from? What happened? Why aren’t you together anymore?”
I was laughing again since the lively woman’s energy was as infectious as her smile. I tried to slow her down a bit as I used a hand to speak while saying, “I don’t even know where to begin, Bridget!”
“What was her name?” The brunette decided to start with the basics.
“Eve. Her name was Eve.”
“That’s a pretty name,” Bridget gave her opinion. Her response sparked her next question as she queried, “Was she? Pretty, that is?”
I couldn’t tell a lie. I wasn’t sure how the brunette wanted me to answer, but I simply nodded and said, “She was stunning. I’m sure she still is…I wish I had a picture to show you.”
“Just from the tone of your voice, she sounds pretty important to you still.”
My eyes were on the ceiling as I confessed, “I’ve met quite a few women who have meant a great deal to me in my time, Bridget…and they still do if I’m being honest.”
“Do you…love them?”
“I’ll always love them,” I acknowledged. “I’m not like most men: Even though I’m no longer with any of the women from my past, I still respect them and care a great deal for each and every one of them due to what I had with them at one time. I would do anything to see to their safety, and I’ve gone to great lengths to protect them.”
Bridget was silent as she seemed to be contemplating my words.
I thought about my relationship with Eve and how it had probably been the most stable romance I had ever had. It certainly hurts to admit it, but my relationship with that wonderful woman had dissolved due to me. I’ve always been a man and shouldered the blame for leaving her, but I did so for the most noble of reasons. Had I stuck around, I fear what could have happened to that fantastic female who did so much for me…
“Is she your favorite ex?”
Snapping out of my self-induced trance, I glanced over at the bountiful brunette and told her, “I could never answer a question like that, Bridget. Every woman I’ve had some connection with has meant more to me than I could ever explain in mere words, and there’s no way I could rank them.”
“I don’t think you’d be doing any of them a disservice by liking one of them more than one of the others,” my gracious hostess gave her opinion. “In fact, I think it only makes sense for you to care about certain ones more than others. I would think that a multiyear relationship probably means more than a one-night stand, am I right?”
I thought about my new friend’s words and understood what she was trying to say…but she didn’t know me well enough yet to make that assumption. Sure, I had been with Eve for two incredible years, but the woman I had given my virginity to was a relationship that unfortunately only spanned a week…and my time with Tessa had been truly breathtaking.
Since I wasn’t answering, Bridget simply said, “Food for thought, huh?”
“Certainly something to think about,” I finally answered, but stood firm in my belief that each and every woman I had ever loved was just as important as the last. I know a lot of guys have problems with their exes, but not me. I still cared for all of them a great deal…and nothing would ever change that.
I think Bridget was aware that I wasn’t going to bend on my beliefs with my past loves. Instead of pressing matters, she decided to roll onto her back and tell me, “I’m actually getting a little sleepy, Marcus. I hope you won’t find me rude if I nod off shortly.”
“Of course not,” I replied, and did my best to make myself comfortable. It wasn’t difficult since I hadn’t been on a bed as comfortable as Bridget’s in years, so the only thing I really had to contend with was the hard-on I was doing my best to disguise as another lump in the blankets.
True to her word, Bridget was out within minutes. At first, I thought she had been faking in order to end our awkward conversation, but I truly think I had kept the marvelous woman up past her bedtime. Once I was convinced that she was completely out, I decided to take matters into my own hands – for lack of a better term – and pushed myself off the bed so I could creep toward the bathroom and take care of a little business. I knew it wasn’t going to take long.
After closing the door behind me and facing the toilet, a vision of the busty brunette was all it took. I was practically firing off streams of jism before I even had the toilet lid up.
***
I awakened the next morning with the sun beaming down on me from the window behind the bed. I grunted as I grabbed my pillow and tried to cover my face with it. If there was one thing I despised in life, it was the morning sun. Some people love it while others hate it…and I’m sorry to say that I fall on the side of the fence of those who could do without it.
I glanced to my left and noticed that Bridget wasn’t next to me, but when I looked beyond the bed, I saw her standing on the other side of the room with her back to me. She had her closet open and was getting dressed…I could tell because she was apparently looking for a shirt and bra since her back was bare.
It was a damn good thing I had decided to jerk off the night before.
Oh, don’t get me wrong: The fact that she stood in some tight, black leggings and no shirt with her back to me was still more than enough to send blood rushing to my lower extremities and caused me to stiffen up almost instantly. Her figure was sinfully amazing, and her long, brown locks just added to the stimulation. She was truly a sight to behold.
I assume it was due to my grunts and groans, but Bridget knew I was awake without even turning around. As she continued looking for a top to wear, she spoke up, “I took your shirt and pants out of the wash last night. They’re on the stand next to you.”
I glanced over to my right and saw that they were in fact there. I reached over and picked them up as I slid my legs off the bed and decided to get dressed. I gave my hostess some privacy and kept my eyes on the opposite side of the room as I pulled my fresh clothes on. It was mind-blowing how they even felt softer on my flesh. I suppose doing laundry while on the road wasn’t optimal when it can be done in a nice, homey setting.
When I was convinced that Bridget had put a shirt on, I turned to face her as I asked, “Do you happen to know what time it is?”
“Not quite noon,” she responded as she turned to look at me. She had chosen a green shirt with short sleeves that fit her body like a glove. She warmly smiled as she told me, “I didn’t have the heart to wake you earlier. You looked to be so cozy.”
I appreciated that Bridget had let me sleep in since I wasn’t used to such comfort. However, that didn’t stop me from feeling bad about imposing on her day. I pushed myself off the bed and told her, “Well, I suppose I should be getting out of your hair…”
“Are you kidding me?” she laughed before I could even make it halfway toward the doorway. “You haven’t even had any breakfast yet!”
I scratched the back of my head as I jested, “I kind of slept right through it, though, didn’t I?”
Bridget walked toward me with a smile on her face and a purpose in her stride. She then grabbed me by my left arm and started dragging me out of the room. “Well, you’re just in time for lunch, then! Why don’t we go downstairs and have a bite to eat?”
I recalled how the bountiful brunette had told me the day before that she had to work at her other job later in the day. I didn’t want to keep her from her profession, so I mentioned, “Don’t you have to work today? I don’t want you to run late because of me…”
“Nobody goes to the strip club during the day, Marcus!” Bridget explained to me with a laugh. “I don’t go in until six…and even then, I won’t take the stage until eight or nine! Until then, I have all day!”
I nodded my understanding as I followed my new friend down the stairs. I was looking forward to lunch…but I was infinitely more excited about spending the afternoon with Bridget.
END OF PART TWO OF NINE
