Bo and Lizzy not only continued the day as if nothing happened, but their day-to-day interactions never missed a beat, still playful and filled with sexual innuendos. The only thing is the innuendos had new meaning.
Lizzy’s demeanor didn’t change, but Bo’s did. He smiled a little more. A couple foremen on his crew noticed his smiles.
“Hey, Bo, what is going on with this smile? You know something we don’t?”
Bo looked up from shoeing a horse, “Na, man, things are just going well with the ranch. You and the crew seem to be in kicking ass getting stuff done. I may just keep inside most of the days and take care of the business end. Try to get some of the calves sold or donate some to the FFA.”
“You must be sick. You. Not get your hands dirty and play businessman?! What gives?” A second foreman asked.
“Bet he has a woman. And doesn’t want to get ‘dirty’.” The first chimed.
Bo finished shoeing and put the tools away, “Guys, more money is good, donations are good, and this place doesn’t run itself.” He shook his head and dusted his hands off on his jeans, “Look, dirt on my clothes, not worried.”
The two foremen laughed. “Okay. Go do business stuff.”
Bo waved as he walked to the main building, “I will be out before you leave to see what the night crew has to do, and to do a walk around.”
Bo walked in and Lizzy was on the phone. “Yes, sir. One moment, he just walked in the office.” She pressed hold and looked up at Bo, “Did you message the local FFA about donating calves.”
Under his breath, “shit!” More vocal, “Sorry, Lizzy, I meant to tell you the other day, however, I got distracted.”
They both blushed a little. The first show anything happened. “No worries, I could have remembered to ask if any new business what happening, but I was distracted. Mr. Addleman is on line one.”
“Great, I will take it in my office. Can you come in when I finish? “
“Sure thing.” Lizzy replied with a wink.
Ten minutes later, Bo hung up the phone. Within seconds, Lizzy was at his desk. “You called?”
Bo smiled, “Sit, please.”
When Lizzy sat and crossed her ankles, her skirt rose to mid-thigh. Bo took notice and tried to spy underwear. Nothing definitive.
“I wanted to apologize again for not mentioning I was going to donate some calves. I know you have to get the paperwork ready for the transaction and taxes.” Lizzy began to interject, but Bo put his hand up, “I know, no big deal. But I haven’t done that before.”
Lizzy sighed and uncrossed and recrossed her ankles.
Bo was lost staring and then cleared his throat. “The other thing. We have been having a lot of fun these past few days, and well.”
She looked up at him, “Yes?”
Bo stood, walked around his desk and leaned on the edge facing her. He stood with his feet about a foot apart because his cock was so hard, crossing his feet was impossible.
This was not lost on Lizzy, it was at eye level and she tried very hard to stifle a moan.
“Well, the boys will be leaving soon. I need to do nightly rounds before they do. Then, I thought I could order in some dinner, to make up for my horrible clerical error.” Bo grinned devilishly.
Lizzy stood, and stepped closer to him, and whispered, “You don’t have to, but who am I to pass up a dinner date with you?” She turned, slowly and intentionally walked out of the office, her nice round ass swaying under her skirt.
“That woman is going to be the death of me,” Bo whispered under his breath.
Both went back to work. Even though their thoughts were NOT on their tasks, they still somehow completed a lot of the business end of work.
At 4:45, Bo walked out of his office. “I’ll be back in about 15 min, Lizzy. Think of what you want to eat.”
Bo walked out the door and to his lead foreman. They talked about the duties that needed to be done, walked around and checked on the horses and cattle. Bo listened as the day foreman talked to the night foreman. “All right boys, we all settled on what needs to be done?”
“Yep,” they replied in stereo.
Bo was about to walk off and stopped, “Oh yeah, Mr. Addleman, from the local FFA may be stopping by tomorrow to look at some of our calves for his group. Tonight, pick out about five and get them lookin’ nice. I figure he’ll take two or three.”
“Right on. I have a few in mind.”
The day foreman left. The night crew disappeared into the stalls and pastures to work on their chores.
Bo walked in and Lizzy was not at her desk. “Lizzy?”
No reply, but he heard strange noises in his office. He walked in and Lizzy set linen on the meeting table, found some utensils, and glasses. She looked up and jumped. “You scared the ever-living crap out of me!”
“I’m sorry. What are you doing?”
“Well, I took the liberty of ordering food. Nothing crazy, just some Italian food. It should be here in about…” she looks at her watch “…10 minutes.”
“I will grab the door and pay for it when they get here. Make yourself comfortable.”
“You can get the food at the door, but it’s already paid for. You get the next dinner.”
Bo sighed, “You are going to drive me nuts, aren’t you?”
“I hope in more ways than one.”
Dinner arrived. They ate, talked about their day, talked about their pasts, and laughed. They genuinely enjoyed each other’s company.
Bo stood and went to a cabinet, “Do you want a drink? I’m afraid all I have is some whiskey.”
“mmm. Whiskey sounds good to me. Can I have it on the rocks, please.”
Bo filled two rock glasses with a few cubes of ice and poured a little over 2 ounces in each. “Pick your glass. I don’t want to be the one to get your drunk.”
“Please, I can hold my liquor, can you?”
“Lizzy, I think I was born with whiskey in my blood.”
They laughed and clinked glasses. “To a new relationship.” Lizzy toasted.
Bo cocked his head sideways at her, “I think I like the sound of that.”
Lizzy took a sip of her whiskey, put the glass on the table and began to pick up dishes and containers. Bo didn’t even sip his whiskey, he just set it down and helped with the clean-up. Every time their hands or bodies touched the electricity that occurred between them could almost be heard.
At last, dinner was cleared, and Bo grabbed Lizzy’s rock glass. “Hey, where are you going with that?”
Bo pointed with a pinky, “To the couch. It’s more relaxing there.”
Lizzy smiled and followed. He sat first, and she sat right next to him. She took her glass when he offered it. They both looked into each other’s eyes and took a sip. Unheard words were exchanged in that moment. She turned her back to his side, put her feet on the couch and leaned back into him. He cradled her with one hand and had his drink in the other.
Their desire and lust were evident. They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes while they slowly sip their drinks. Their breaths became shallow, hands began to shake, and licked their lips occasionally. The more she cuddled into him, the harder he got, which she felt on her back.
Bo shot the rest of his whiskey and put the rock glass on the table behind the couch. He took hers and put it next to his. “I wasn’t do…”
Bo leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips. He broke the kiss for a second, “You can finish later.” Then returned his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue. Lizzy moaned and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his face closer to hers. Her tongue danced with his. She pulled her tongue back, and his followed, and then she proceeded to gently suck on his tongue. It was his turn to moan.
Slowly, his hand moved from her face, down her neck to the top of her breastbone, where the buttons of her blouse began. With deft agility, he had them all undone and her blouse open, revealing the lacy bra that separated his hands from her tits. He grinned to himself as he realized it was a front snap, and with a little twitch of his fingers, her tits were free. He grabbed one and caressed it, then the other. Her nipples grew taut as his fingers traced around them. Her back arched into his touch, and she squirmed a little.
Bo traced a line from the middle of her breasts down her stomach to her waistline. Her hand beat his there and she pulled her skirt around her waist. He broke the kiss to look. No, no panties. He whispered, “Do you ever wear panties?”
“I have never worn them coming to work.” She moved his hand to her clit and then pulled his face back down, reengaging the kiss. He took two fingers and teased around the outside of her clit. Slow and methodic. Her hips bucked up at his hand, trying to encourage more touching, but he kept his pace.
She pushed his face away and began to lift his shirt. “I’ll have to stop if you take this off. Just for a bit.”
Gruffly, Lizzy replied, “Hurry then.” They both removed his shirt, and he went back to the hot area between her legs. She sat up a little, and kissed his chest, teased his nipples with her tongue, making them as hard as his cock.
“I have some catching up to do.” She whispered and pulled his hand from her clit to her mouth. She sucked each finger. “Keep your hands on the couch, please.”
Lizzy stood then knelt between his legs. She undid his belt, button, and zipper. She tugged his jeans from the thighs, and he lifted his ass so they could slide down his ass and legs. “Hmm, we have some obstacles.” She took off his boots, removed the jeans, and looked at his boxers. His cock was protruding through the hole, ready for whatever came next. Lizzy licked her lips and took him into her mouth. Just like before, all the way to her throat until she gagged. He moved one hand to her head, and she stopped. “I said, hands on the couch.”
“Lizzy, “
“Shh.”
She returned to his shaft, took it in slowly, then out. At the tip, she tongued the hole. Then in and out. The process continued until she got precum. She licked it off and then stood, leaned into his face, and kissed him, giving him a taste of his own precum.
That was the spark that ignited the fire that night. He slid off his boxers, pulled her into him, her knees on either side, and he pushed her down onto his cock. Her pussy dripping with hot cream. She rode him, he bucked her. He took one tit into his mouth and sucked and bit until she screamed. He grabbed her hips and helped her move harder on his rod. His balls were getting tight. She danced on his lap.
“Tell me what you want, Lizzy.”
Her head tilted back, “I want you to fucking cum in me.”
“How bad?”
“Please, please give me your cum.”
He thrust into her and moved her hips in time. He felt her walls tighten. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked ever so gently, contrasted their pace. She lost it and the walls quaked and he felt her hot cream slide down his cock.
“Thank you for cumming for me.”
With that he bucked one last time and came in her.