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First Place: Is That A Gun In Your Pocket?
- written by Lauren Weinstock
I want a hot bath! I was so frustrated I stomped my foot.
I'd come home after almost 12 hours at my store to find the
bathroom floor under about two inches of water.
I sat down at the kitchen table clad only in my bra and panties.
I had stripped on my way to the bathroom, in anticipation.
I looked up the name of the plumber I'd used right after I
moved in. Sam's Quality Plumbing. When Sam answered he told
me he was on a job that could last a couple hours, and he
could come over when he was done.
I looked down to find myself drumming the table top with my
fingers. I'll make a cup of tea, and maybe read for awhile.
After a day spent buying, selling and stocking books, I still
liked to read.
I went into the living room and picked up a book off the table
next to the deep sofa. I lay down and pulled a light throw
over me and took off for parts unknown inside a delicious
erotic science fiction story. The doorbell ringing insistently
brought me to the surface. Damn, I thought, dozed off. As
I got up I realized from the cool draft that I wasn't presentable
to answer the door. "Hold on," I shouted, and raced upstairs
to throw my work clothes back on.
The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming."
Except for the table lamp in the living room, the house was
in darkness. I hadn't put the porch light on. Looking at the
clock, I realized it was too soon for the plumber to be here.
I approached the door and could only see a shape through the
small pebbled glass window set at shoulder level in the door.
I flicked the light switch on, and asked who was there.
"Plumber, ma'am."
"Who?"
"Plumber. Sam sent me over, he's tied up. Want to open the
door so I can show you some I.D.?"
I hesitated then opened the door just a sliver. Whoa! Standing
under the light was a man taller than me (I'm 5'10") with
broad shoulders. Dark brown wavy hair, thick abundant eyelashes,
warm chocolate brown eyes that were crinkled in amusement.
"Let me know if I meet your standards," he said to me.
How rude, even if he did catch me looking him over, and I
hadn't even gotten my fill yet.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone now. Sam said he'd be over
about 8:30, so I was resting, and fell asleep."
"Oh well that explains the way your shirt is buttoned, I guess."
I looked down and again felt the heat rise in my cheeks. He
was staring at me intently. What a hunk, I thought. Come on
girl, get your head out of the Erotic section. He's just here
to fix the pipes.
"So, what's the verdict? Want me to look over the plumbing,
or move on, it's up to you."
"Uh yeah, I mean, follow me." I took him upstairs to the bathroom.
Behind me he said, "I didn't catch your name." I stopped and
turned to look at him, and said, "It's Gina. My name's Gina
Reston. And what's your name?"
"Right, I'm Pete Martino."
My house is small, okay it's more like a dollhouse in size.
We went through my bedroom and I stopped abruptly before entering
the bathroom. Pete plowed into me. "Sorry," he muttered; then
looking over my shoulder saw the small lake on the floor.
"Well you've got a mess on your hands, all right."
I moved to my left, what else, I'm left-handed, and Pete moved
at the same time, and in the same direction.
"Look," I said, "it's been nice dancing with you, but I'll
get out of your way. If you need me I'll be downstairs. I'm
sure you can find your way."
"Lady, if we were dancing together, I'd know it and so would
you."
I looked at him to see how he meant it as his tone was fairly
bland. He had a grin now.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said as I hightailed it out of there.
I was on the sofa, really reading this time, when I heard
Pete's boots on the stairs, and looked up.
"I want to check under the house. I assume your water heater
is in the crawl space." "Yeah, come on I'll take you. You'll
never find the light."
When I pulled the string on the light bulb, which was inconveniently
located away from the entrance way far enough to be a real
pain, I saw the ground under the heater was wet. "Well isn't
that nice," I said sarcastically. "As if my money doesn't
have to stretch far enough as it is." I turned to Pete who
was closer to me than comfortable. Pete told me he'd look
things over, I could go back in the house and wait.
Fine, I thought. I'll just be the nice little woman and go
wait for the all-knowing, all-seeing Man to tell me what's
going on! One more time, I settled into the sofa, but now
I wasn't able to read. So I stewed. Soon he was back; God's
gift to women and broken pipes.
"Let's go in the kitchen and you can give me the bad news."
"Okay, first of all, there's copper pipe that needs to be
replaced. The pipe's not expensive, but to get to it I have
to rip out tile in your tub, or go through the wall on the
other side. It would be cheaper for me to go through the wall.
I can cut wallboard, nail it up, and you can finish it. As
far as the water heater, it needs to be replaced. So I'll
give you the figures and you can decide what works with your
budget."
"Great. Here I am working a gazillion hours a week and I should
come home and learn a new skill."
"Come on it's not so bad. Sam can help you with a payment
plan. Far as fixing the bathroom wall, it's easy. If you're
gonna get bent out of shape about it, I'll do it on my own
time."
"I guess I should thank you. I'm just tired," I said. "Okay
what's the bottom line?" He sat and scribbled in his workbook.
I took a good long look. There were some dark brown hairs
curling over the top button of his flannel shirt, and what
looked like some well built muscles underneath. Yum. I couldn't
remember the last time I found myself so attracted to a man.
"Hey did I hear the good news yet?"
"Nah, wait, let me finish this up."
So I sat and waited. Finally he looked up, and I knew he had
caught me looking again. I saw something in his eyes that
had me shifting in my chair. He showed me his estimate, which
wasn't good, but if I could pay it out... He'd been watching
me while I was reading the paper. I didn't know if I felt
uncomfortable about that. Guess not, after all I'd been getting
an eyeful of him at every opportunity.
"I'll have to talk to Sam about paying it out. I have no choice
right now. And yeah, you can show me how to do the wall board."
"Oh, I forgot, you're not gonna be able to use your water
'til I get this fixed for you. I know it's inconvenient."
"Great," I said sarcastically. And the good news." I was curious
now, really curious. "The good news is I have an opening in
my social calendar, how about we go dancing?" I laughed. His
eyes lit up seeing me laugh.
"You're really something," I said. "Do you come on to all
the women you work for?" Then he told me that he had never
before asked a client out. He said he'd been divorced for
ten years (how old was he?) and dated some, but mostly it
didn't seem worth the effort. We commiserated on that a bit,
then he looked at me expectantly.
"How about I think on it, and get back to you."
"Okay," he said, and then as if to help push me along, "I
like the look of you, I have to tell you. Plus I like your
sassy attitude. I think you probably can handle most anything
life throws at you, and I like that. Take your time thinking
it over, but I'm hoping you'll give it a shot, with me, I
mean."
"Alright Pete, you got the only answer I'm going to give tonight.
When do you want to do the work?"
"I'll check with Sam in the morning, and give you a call.
Where can I reach you?" "You can call me at work, I practically
live there. It's the book store in the Oak Grove shopping
center called, Bookin', do you know it?"
"Hey yeah, I've heard of it, never been inside. Guess I'll
have to drop in, if that's okay with you?"
"Fine with me, just bring cash or plastic, we like casual,
drop in, big spenders." Then Pete laughed and said, "I do
like the way you deal with life. I'll give you a call tomorrow,
set up a time to do the work."
He got up, shook hands with me, and left.
I fell asleep quickly. The worry and concern about the cost
to fix the plumbing, the long day at work, the too short nap
on the sofa; I was exhausted. Sometime in the early morning
hours I began dreaming, so vividly that when I woke up I thought
it had been real, and it shocked me. I lay in bed hot and
tormented, my mind reeling from the images.
It had begun in my house, but it was not exactly my house.
There was a gauzy curtain over the large bedroom window, blowing
as if from a breeze. Candles were burning brightly. There
was a scent of lilacs in the air, sweet, not cloying. Music
that was soft and sensual hung like a mist around me. In the
dream I saw a rich deep red silk nightgown flowing down my
body. There was someone behind me. I saw myself standing with
one hand on a deep mahogany bed post.
I felt the air swirling over me. My nipples reacted to the
breeze. Then I felt him behind me. I knew he was tall and
strong. His arms reached around me and caressed my shoulders,
turning me to him. His starched white dress shirt hung open,
and a matching white tie was undone. I could see the hair
across his chest that ran down his torso like an arrow to
silk boxers. I moved my eyes back up to his face and saw him
watching me with an intensity that took my breath away.
One finger traced across his chest, pulled back quickly when
it touched his flat nipple. It had been electric. I saw his
eyes react to my touch. His head dipped down until he brushed
his lips across one cheek, the tip of my nose, the other cheek,
my chin.
Then his tongue traced across my lips. He stood back and looked
at me. I wanted him to touch his lips to mine again. My arms
moved up until I brought his head down to me again. He allowed
me to direct his movement. The tips of my fingers were tingling.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I stood on tiptoe
to narrow the space between our lips. I wanted his tongue
on me, but his lips were closed.
"Do that again," I said, my voice low and full. My body was
tight and humming. He touched his tongue to my lips and I
opened for him to enter my mouth, tracing over my teeth and
sliding across my tongue. I raked my teeth lightly across
his tongue. I wanted more. I wanted to be kissed until I couldn't
remember not being kissed. I wanted his body against mine.
It was like he heard my thoughts and felt my wanting. He leaned
against me thoroughly. I could feel his desire and his hardness.
Yet his touches were light and lingering. His hands ran up
and down my arms slowly. I felt weak and thought I would fall.
My knees began to give. He put one arm around my back, the
other under my knees and gently laid me on the bed. He let
his gaze run up and down my body. I felt caught in a moment
that lasted hours. My skin was radiating heat and I felt the
dampness between my legs.
He leaned over the bed and gently pressed a kiss to my instep.
Then he moved his tongue across the bottom of my foot, and
goose bumps popped up on my flesh. I thought my nipples would
pierce the silk gown. He held onto my foot, gently biting
the top of each toe and drawing it into his mouth before moving
on to the next. My body was vibrating with need and desire.
His hands traced up my legs slowly, followed by those soft
lips pressing kisses into me. As he traveled up I felt the
gown being slowly pushed up. Then the bed dipped as he swung
himself onto it. I felt him hovering over me. The silk whispered
across my skin, and I felt the pressure of his face rubbing
across my belly. The stubble from his beard felt harsh, and
I thrilled at the feel of it. He moved up as he revealed more
of my body. I watched him stare down at my breasts. I felt
no shyness. He traced the fingers of one hand over my right
breast, around and around, his thumb moving so lightly across
my nipple, I wasn't sure he had touched it, but knew he had.
Then he braced himself with his other hand and arm and did
the same to my left breast. His head moved down, and I sucked
in air. He began kissing my breasts sucking in the skin using
lips and tongue.
I could feel his erection against me. I wanted this man and
everything he had to give. I felt the gown drawn over my head.
My arms reached up to draw him to me. He laid his body on
mine. I loved the feel of his weight on me. My hands moved
over his back, his tight buttocks, and as far down his legs
as I could reach. He was very still. Suddenly I heard the
music, felt the movement of air through the room, and again
smelled the lilacs.
My body tensed. His lips touched mine again and our tongues
did battle. I was so wet and ready. He reached down between
us and pushed his penis down between my legs, across my wetness.
The sweet pressure of that hard throbbing on my other lips
felt like an electrical current going through me. I came with
such force I felt in another place and time. Then suddenly
he pulled me over until we were on our sides facing each other.
For the first time I heard his voice, rich with heat and desire.
"Touch me," he said, and moved his head and chest back, leaving
us still touching below. I put my index finger in my mouth
and sucked, then teased his flat nipple with it. My other
hand moved across his belly, down that line of hair until
it began to feel crinkly, and I reached the base of his throbbing.
I heard him suck in air, while I wrapped my fingers around
him. His hands on my breasts no longer gentle; his nails were
raking across me, and my nipples felt like bullets.
I moved my hips and enjoyed the pressure, heat and his reaction.
My head was pounding. His kisses, the stroking of his skin
against mine, and that heavenly part of him caught between
my legs, were burning me up. He pulled my upper leg across
him, and angled himself to me. Now I felt the top of his penis
hard against me. His hand drew mine to his penis. He pressed
my hand on him and together we worked him inside of me. Oh
the pressure, the glorious feeling of being taken over, filled
up, coupled together.
I felt his hand move off mine, and comb through the dense
curly hair. Then there was a soft stroking over the hard little
mass that would bring me to orgasm I felt like every part
of me was being taken by him. His eyes held mine in a piercing
stare. One hand lay across my breast enclosing it and rubbing
the nipple. His very being was pushing into me, stroking me,
while the other hand, that incredible hand.kept the pressure
on my clit. My heart pounded inside my chest. I felt sweat
rolling down between my breasts. I couldn't seem to draw in
any air. Inside me there was an exquisite tension building
again, threatening. All of my being was concentrated on this
moment.
Suddenly he shifted us again. He was on his back, and I was
on top of him. I pulled up straight. I felt the approaching
storm waves inside me. His thumb kept up the pressure on me,
and I kept moving on him. And then I reared up, taut, as the
force of my orgasm rolled over and through me. I collapsed
on his chest, easing the pressure in my hips and legs by straightening
them, and swiftly he rolled us over again. Without stopping
he surged into me with a force that shook me.
Despite the weakness in every part of me, his strokes pushed
me up again into a whirlwind of sensation. Time collapsed.
It was him and me, his hard strokes and the overwhelming arousal
I was drowning in again. I heard his voice gasp. "This one's
for both of us now. I want you to scream when you come. I
want you to know what we can do together. I want you." As
he exploded inside me, waves rolled through me taking me over
the edge again, and I screamed. I woke, sweating, wet between
my legs. I found my hand there bringing on an orgasm that
echoed my dream in its intensity. My mind numb and body drained,
I fell deeply asleep again.
I let Sam know about Ginna Reston's house when I got home.
He gave me two jobs for the next day, and told me to go ahead
and put her on my schedule. I lay in bed that night, restless,
thinking about her. She had a mouth on her, and I liked her
sass. I could imagine kissing those lips, and I was instantly
hard. I thought maybe it was time to shop for a few books
to read, in my spare time, you know. When I woke up, pulsing,
I couldn't remember what I had been dreaming, but it was potent.
I managed to keep my mind on the first job, but when I finished
I felt driven to see this woman again.
I had enough time to find Gina's bookstore, get lunch and
still make my second job of the day. I parked in the lot and
looked the place over. An ordinary shopping center, but her
store had a display window that was a knock out. There were
strands of silver and black paper hanging from top to bottom.
Poking through was a mannequin, dressed in costume. A witch
reading the latest Stephen King novel, but it wasn't the book
or the pointed witch's hat I was looking at. The mannequin
was clothed in a black lace girdle thing, coming to points
over the nipples, and garters hanging down attached to black
lacy stockings. There were elbow length black gloves on the
hands and arms and very high heels on the feet. It was surprising
and sexy.
Now I noticed the paper streamers moving, and saw a small
old fashioned black iron fan with a rotating head. This was
some Halloween display, I thought.
Bells tinkled when I opened the door. There were several people
in the store browsing, or sitting and reading in chairs scattered
at the front of the store. I walked up and down the aisles.
As I neared the back of the store I saw a doorway with a 60's
style beaded curtain hanging in it. Just then Gina stepped
through it carrying a box, and as she had her head turned
talking to someone behind her, she walked right into me. I
have to admit I could have stepped away, but I didn't. She
startled, though I was the one who got a chest full of the
heavy box.
"Oh it's you." I laughed and offered to carry the box for
her.
"No it's okay, I can manage. Give me a minute and we'll talk
in my office."
That was fine with me. I had forgotten my hunger for food,
it was a different hunger I felt now, and my cock was sitting
up and begging.
"That's an interesting display you've got in the front. Can't
say I've ever seen anything like it."
"What did you like about it?" she asked me.
She was standing near her desk, and I was too close, but couldn't
help myself. I wanted to pull her into my arms. I felt like
a caveman, and wanted to grab my woman by the hair and drag
her into the cave with me.
"It's sexy and intriguing. I'm not sure if you're selling
books or a physical act."
"Yeah well, glad you like it. Now what can I do for you?"
Oh baby, I thought, my mind racing. "Right now we can make
a date for me to take care of your plumbing, then maybe a
different kind of business."
She threw her head back and laughed. "I thought plumbing was
the business between us, or was I wrong?"
"Yes and no." She lifted one eyebrow.
"I want to take you out dancing. I have a commitment this
weekend, its black tie, and I want you to come with me.
"Well I don't know," she said. "I might already have plans."
"I think whether you do or not is irrelevant. There's something
between us that I want to explore, and I think you want to
also. I can pick you up at 8 on Saturday night," I said then
waited.
"Oh hell, alright," she said gruffly.
Then I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her roughly because
I was impatient to feel her lips and taste her. She pushed
me back, but I smiled. Oh yeah, she tasted just as good as
she looked and that fire in her was something. I wanted more
of it.
When he knocked on the door Saturday night, I had not finished
getting dressed. After three days without a decent shower,
let alone a hot bath, I had indulged myself in the longest,
hottest bubble bath I'd ever had. I figured he would either
come in or stand outside, his choice. I had a dress ready
that I thought would work. It was a deep red, rounded neckline,
with straps over my shoulders though there was virtually no
back to the dress. It was a material that shimmered and swayed
with me. I didn't bother with jewelry. I'm not big on makeup
but I had a deep red lipstick that I thought should be called,
"fuck me red." Maybe I should put on some shoes? So I went
back over to the closet and found some black high heels that
I rarely wore.
By the time I got downstairs Pete was in the living room listening
to some blues, standing a bit awkwardly.
"Hey there, Mr. Plumber Man, come to fix my pipes?"
He turned around and we both stood there and stared at each
other. He was wearing a black tux with a formal white shirt
and tie. I had a shimmering of memory seeing him standing
there, but couldn't pin it down.
She's gorgeous, I thought. I wonder if I can just drag her
upstairs, or better yet, right here on the rug. I put my hands
in my pants pockets wondering if I could poke down my erection.
Wow, is that a gun in his pants or is he just happy to see
me? I moved towards him. When I was close enough that I could
almost brush against him I stopped and waited. He cleared
his throat. "I'm taking you dancing first. Make sure we fit.
Let's go now before I change my mind."
The hotel was top notch. Apparently his aunt and uncle were
celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary. A jazz band
played while we ate some incredible food. It was getting harder
to sit still next to Pete. I wanted to be in his arms. But
he ate and chatted nonchalantly. The band changed, and now
dance music was being played.
Pete looked at me, put out his hand, and lifted me up. My
heart was pounding. He had one arm around me, and his hand
on my bare back started a fire within me. I put my hand in
his and followed his lead.
I was lost in the feel of her, and wanted more. Please play
a slow song next, I chanted silently. I got my wish. There
was nothing I could do about my body's continued reaction
to her, so I just pulled her closer and we barely moved. She
looked up at me with fire in her eyes, and said, "Pete, I'm
a bit overwhelmed here, how about you back off a little."
"Nope, just relax and enjoy yourself."
For a moment I thought she was going to either walk off or
slap me, but she pulled herself about a quarter inch further
away, which is all the space I allowed her. "You know I'd
be glad to take you on a tour of this hotel, its pretty decadent.
I understand some of the rooms have large tubs, big enough
for two. What do you think?"
"I think you're pushing pretty hard, Mr. Plumber Man. Or do
you inspect the plumbing everywhere you go?"
I grinned at her. "Well I've been known to do an inspection
or two."
"Points for you, I really left myself open for that remark."
"Gina, I want you right now, either here or at your house.
Which is it?"
"Okay, okay, let's get this over with already. Here."
I couldn't believe I was giving in to him. I let him make
the arrangements. I was feeling a little nervous. When we
arrived in front of room 1712, I said, "I want you to give
me a few minutes in the bedroom, then just come in, no questions."
What was she planning? I shrugged off my jacket, loosened
my tie, and went in search of something to drink. I found
some wine and gulped it down. Looking around I saw a music
center and turned it on. I wasn't usually aggressive with
women, but there was something about her, like an itch you
couldn't scratch quite enough. I felt warm and unbuttoned
my shirt and pulled it out of my pants. Then thought, what
the hell, sat down and took off my shoes, socks and pants.
I pressed a hand to the front of my shorts.
I was standing in the bedroom, wondering what was I doing?
This guy, practically a stranger, and yet there was an incredible
chemistry. I couldn't remember the last date I'd had, let
alone a guy responding to me with a hard on half the night
like this guy. Mr. Plumber Man. I looked around. The bed was
a four poster affair. There were some candles on the bureau,
so I lit them. I moved to the window and opened it but drew
the gauzy drapes closed. I heard the music now in the living
room.
I slipped off my high heels and hose. And then I felt him
behind me. Oh God, I've been here before, with him. I knew
what was going to happen, and I couldn't wait.
My arms seemed to reach out to her on their on, and were caressing
her shoulders. I turned her to me. I looked down at her, saw
her nipples standing up through the thin silk of her gown.
I'd done this before, in a dream. Was I dreaming now? No this
was real, she and I together, the sparks of passion arcing
between us. I felt her touch me and I just watched her eyes.
Then I leaned down and kissed her lightly across the lips
then over her face.
My hands went up to touch his face lightly. I wanted more.
Oh the sweet torment. I wanted it hard and fast and deep,
and he was slowly, so slowly touching my lips with his tongue.
It was like the dream I'd had; every sweaty, groping, provoking,
stimulating minute, hour, week of it.
We went at it for a long time. We couldn't get enough of each
other. She climaxed twice and then I had to get inside of
her. I had to have her. I pulled her on top of me. My cock
needed to be inside her wetness, her heat, her pulsing.
Suddenly I heard his voice gasp, "This one's for both of us
now. I want you to scream when you come. I want you to know
what we can do together. I want you."
We both came violently, and I screamed.
I woke up from my nap when the alarm went off. Time to get
ready for my date. I realized the bed underneath me had a
damp spot. Another erotic dream. I wonder who the man is?
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