Dear Miss Daisy

CHAPTER 3:

Dear Daisy, 

We had been teasing and talking… flirting and hell I even helped you orgasm over the phone, but besides that very first time we met… I had only ever seen you in person then once. 

Can you believe that?! That much attraction, that much building sexual tension and only one other time did we actually touch, actually lay in person eyes on each other?

What kind of sexual storm is brewing between the two of us? I am confident that epic would be the understatement of the year.

You were working on a brand new renovation project on a brand new acquired rental property and you invited me to help  with a couple options for the kitchen.

To say that I was nervous to see you again… was quite the understatement. You met me at the driveway, I remember it was starting to rain… the overcast sky retreated the moment you extended those tan legs out of your driver side door. 

I was planning on doing just that, helping you with your project, but i have to confess that your smile and those legs in those cutoff shorts; threatened every good intention in me.

(I can still close my eyes and relive the moment plain as day…)

You lead me inside and showed me the project… and I’ll never forget as long as live the moment you took me to the sliding glass door to show me the porch and that small pond of yours. We were so close; close enough to kiss you… to make you mine and yet I was so unsure of where we stood in person.

You are married… I am married… was this just a game, a flirtation; did you just want me for my contractor connections? So I placed my hand on the small of your back and you turned to look me in my eyes.

I swear to you Miss Daisy, my heart had never beat so hard before… and those lips; damnit all woman those lips.

“Will you show me the rest of the house?” I asked, doing my best to maintain some sense of professionalism.

“The kitchen is just over here.” You say and I can’t tell if that is disappointment or playfulness in your voice.

For someone who is always confident and rarely ever not in charge; this moment had me shivering in anticipation.

The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. Not one week before i helped you, for the first time, cum over and over again on the phone with me; while I smoked a cigar in a bar in Indianapolis.

And now… here we are… in your new rental property; the home demolished and you looking like a vision of my naughtiest fantasy… and I let you walk away and show me the next room. 

I felt so… out of my league here with you. And then… as our bodies found each other caught in a gravitational pull; we inched closer and closer until our lips found each others.

It was a spark that ignited an explosion and within an instant our hands were groping, clawing at each other; desperate to find purchase.

You wrapped your arms around my neck as my lips explored the new found territory of your skin. I lifted you up and in what felt like practiced unison… your legs found their way around me; gripping me until I placed you up on the counter top. 

I greedily kissed your lips, my tongue exploring your tongue; the bulge in my pants swelling into something so much more.

“I was wondering if you were FINALY going to kiss me!” You say with a playful lilt to your voice.

“I was wondering if you really wanted me to!” I say with a wry grin.

You bite that lip again and I am absolutely incapable of concentrating on anything else. 

“Who are you miss Daisy?” I muse aloud. “And why did it take me this long to find you?”

Your eyes sparkle in the light of our new found passion and with your arms still wrapped around my neck you effortlessly pull me in for a deep, soul changing kiss.

I pull your hips closer to me and you find my swollen cock with your own swelling sex. Your legs pull my hips closer and I have never cursed cutoff Daisy dukes before in my life… because at the moment they are the enemy to my wanton lust. 

Our hands tear at each others clothes as your pull my shirt off over my head. My hands find the way to your your gorgeous tits for the very first time and though you have teased me with them over the phone and with naughty surprises over the length of this inexplicable courtship… they are even more perfect that I could have ever imagined.

I let out a moan of satisfaction as i cup your breast and feel your hard nipples against my large hands. “Fuck me!” I growl into your kisses. “You are magnificent”

Miss Daisy… one thing I have quickly learned over this brief but growing affair; is just how much you love to hear just how attractive it is that I find you.

I feel you smile against my mouth as you grip me even harder with your legs. I surrender my caress of your breasts and my hands find their way up your smooth tanned legs.

I slide them up your thigh as you tilt your hips upward to give me access to your legendary ass. 

“Thank God for cutoff shorts…” my curse instantly turns into the highest praise as I slide higher and higher.

I squeeze with both hands and I hear you purr under my touch. 

“Oh I’ll make an ass man out of you yet babe.” You say with sexual confidence. 

“Oh I would gladly let your try.” I say in earnest. 

My lips find your neck and I begin to kiss and nibble my way up to your ear, the smell of your shampoo and your lust seduce my senses as you roll your head against my advances.

The tension is neal boiling over, I grip your body by way of your ass and pull you close to me. You begin to grind your pussy against my erection and if it weren’t for the few small layers of fabric between us… I doubt much restraining could be had. 

We kiss for what seems like an eternity… we grind and grope, caress and play; intoxicated with this new chapter in our affair. 

The saddest moment of my life comes when we both have to leave for our next meetings. You break my heart as you pull your white shirt back down to cover up my newest obsession. 

I kiss you against and you squeeze me with laughter in your eyes. I’ll admit I did have to tuck myself up under my belt or the neighbors would surly know I was NOT just there to measure your cabinets. 

We compose ourselves and I pick up my never touched note pad and tools and follow you out your front door.

I shake your hand goodbye, so as to appear as professional as possible; but my eyes tell you what I really want.

You… every magical inch of you.

“Well… let me know how I can help.” I say as I shake my head in disbelief. “I’ll call Heidi and let her know that you will be reaching out to place and order”

You thank me with a smile and playfully bite your bottom lip. 

I jumped in my truck floating on a high that has haunted me ever since; you roll your window down and blow me a kiss.

Damn those lips… 

Yours,

M.H. 

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