mesmerizing!!
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My eyes rose to her face as her
piercing green eyes full of life and the
pizzazz that I didn’t feel within my own
life came back around to focus on me.
Her features were flawless and her teeth
very white and it was all I could do to
maintain my poker face and not let on to
how much she had affected me
physically all the while hoping that her
eyes didn’t drift down to see how my
shaft was pushing my work jeans out to
the extreme.
“The town is it called Warbly?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak
and give my inner tension away.
“That’s where I’m headed to anyway.
I’m the new schoolteacher at the grade school.”
My eyebrows rose appreciably at
that and she immediately took the gesture
as one of offense and demanded,
“What?”
I shook my head and said peaceably,
“Nothing, it’s just you don’t quite look
like the teacher sort.”
This time her eyebrows rose and I
glimpsed the firecracker within of what
this girl’s temper could be like.
Apparently the idiom mentioned about
redheads fully applied to her.
Her eyes continued smoldering for a
moment, but her perfectly full lips
remained shut. Then she spoke in a
measured tone, “I appreciate your offer of taking me into town. Do you mind if I
put my bags in the back of your truck?”
My estimation of her as a person shot
immeasurably higher. A woman who
could control her temper was a rare
thing. “Yes, ma’am.” I said, tipping my
eyebrow with a finger.
Something jolted within her and
seemed to shake her up emotionally
somehow because she quickly turned
away, and then as if in need of something
to occupy herself with she leaned over
the side of the convertible to reach for
something in the back seat. I couldn’t
help myself even though I firmly told
myself that I shouldn’t.
It did no good though for my eyes fell to her perfectly filled out heart-shaped
posterior poised before me and stayed.
Time seemed to go out of phase and
blinking I shook my head only to find
myself no longer viewing one of the best
sights known to creation and instead I
was viewing the zipper clasp of a very
short pair of shorts.
Slowly not wanting to I rose my gaze
to her face, only to find her gaze rooted
on my crotch area that burgeoned with
the raw need to conquer the beauty of
everything she evoked. Her gaze rose to
mine then and it was just too
embarrassing to stay put and make eye
contact.
I had never been caught gazing at
someone in as lustful of a fashion as I had just been doing. Feeling a flush
work across my face I awkwardly made
my way around the car and grabbed at a
pair of suitcase handles.
It was something to do with my
hands, but it did nothing to take away the
image of her backside sharply outlined
above the tautness of the back of her
bare thighs. The image was seared
across my eyelids.
I carried the suitcases to the truck
and stuck them in the back doing my best
to keep them away from greasy objects. I
made another trip to the car, all the
while she remained standing there saying
nothing.
Despite my embarrassment in the moment the proof of extreme attraction
for her rooted between my legs had not
diminished whatsoever in size. The woman was like a strong drug that made
thinking objectively a chore.All her bags were in the truck and I made my way around the far side of the
truck and opened the passenger side. I
was not a curse prone man, far from it
actually, but right now if I had been I
may have said something.
Biting my lip I scooped up saw
parts, various tools, truck parts, and the
like only to then dump them with a loud
clang into the back bed. It took three
trips until the space was decently cleared of debris. That said it was not acceptable.The seat was smeared with grease
and just the general grime of everyday
work. I’d never had a passenger before.Imagining her sitting on the seat and
what it would do to her clothes made me
grimace. Reaching across I grabbed up
some of my over shirts and lined the seat
with them.
Finally the worst of the mess was
covered. I stepped back and almost
bumped into her. I didn’t want to, but I
met her gaze. There was no
condemnation there, but instead there
was genuine sincerity as she said,
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I mumbled.
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