Bourbon & Branch Water (12 page)

As dessert was served, Juanita gave
him his piece of pineapple upside-down cake with a flourish.

“That’s Mama’s prize-winning
dessert, Jeff. She won a blue ribbon at the church’s Easter festival last year.”

“Wow! How cool is that?” he said,
picking up his fork. Truth was, he hated pineapple, but he ate the whole thing
without a single hesitation.
Stormy’s
mother asked
him if he’d like another piece, but he patted his stomach and told her he was
stuffed.

It was hard work keeping the
conversation going and light, but Jeff had a gift for making people comfortable
and he kept finding ways to do it through the dinner.

When Juanita stood, Jeff knew the
dinner was over. Alberta grabbed some dishes and hurried into the kitchen.

“That was delicious. Can I help
with the
clean-up
, Mrs. Stillwater?”

She smiled. “No, Jeff. And, since
you’re sleeping with my daughter, I think it’s okay for you to call me Juanita.”

Stormy choked on her coffee. “Mama!”

Jeff’s composure slipped a little
bit, but he rallied. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

Juanita’s gaze was unwavering as
she looked into his eyes. “Say, ‘okay, Juanita.’“

He grinned. “Okay, Juanita.”

“Good. Now we have that settled.”
She gathered up some serving utensils and turned toward the kitchen, throwing a
comment over her shoulder as she walked away. “I presume the wedding will be
before Christmas.”

Jeff sat very still, as Stormy
blushed beside him. “She’s joking, I’m sure,” she said.

He didn’t know what to say. The
idea numbed him. Stormy did her best to reassure him that he wasn’t being
painted into a corner.

“Honestly, Jeff. She’s joking.”

“I don’t think so. You didn’t see
the determination in her eyes as she made the ‘okay, Juanita’ comment.”

Stormy bit her lip and blushed. “I
saw. She’ll get over it.”
She half-rose from the table.
“I’ll go talk to her.”

Jeff reached out and stopped her. “No.
Let it drop.” Slowly, he was feeling a little less gut-punched. “It’s okay.”

“It’s
not
okay.”

“It is.” He smiled at her, though
it took an effort. “Let’s argue later.” Leaning toward, he spoke softly near
her ear. “We can find something better to do, don’t you think? Let’s go for a
drive. I want that gorgeous fanny bathed in moonlight.”

“Oh! Mama!” Alberta, who’d quietly
approached the table, turned and raced back out of the room. She might be
nineteen, but she didn’t have that irritating “I know everything” attitude and
it was refreshing.

“Oops,” Jeff said, chuckling.

There was a twinkle in
Stormy’s
eyes. “Now you’ve really done it.”

“Guilty as charged. Ride?”

She smiled. “I’ll get my purse and
tell Mama that I’m going out.”

It took a few minutes to get out
the door, but Stormy visibly relaxed once she was seated in Jeff’s car. “Was
that so bad?”

She nodded. “Awful.”

“Next time, I’ll take you all out
to dinner. That might make a difference.”

“It won’t. I’ll have to talk to
Mama about…everything.”

“Not tonight. Let’s go somewhere
and park.”

Stormy giggled. “I haven’t parked
with a guy since I was a teenager.” She paused and stuttered. “I mean…I
mean…well, that was a long time ago.”

A little jolt of jealousy flashed
through his belly but he quashed it. Jeff smiled and patted her hand, hoping to
reassure her. Everyone had a past, and it would be mighty hypocritical of him
to judge hers.

“Is there a good place to park
around here?”

Her cheeks were pink in the
moonlight. “There’s a road out in the desert that’s pretty quiet. It’s beyond
the lights of Fire Gorge and the reservation. The stars are pretty.”

Jeff started the car and put it in
gear. “We’re off. You’re navigating.”

She smiled. It was a sweet smile.
A little shy.
A delightfully
Stormy
smile. “Okay.”

It was about a
twenty
minute
drive and they ended at the end of a deserted road that pretty
much led to nowhere. It stopped abruptly and the trail beyond was gravel and
sand for the most part. Jeff stopped at the edge of the pavement. “How’s this?”

“It’s perfect,” she said softly.

His Jaguar XJ was a trifle small
for making out, but there was a crescent moon, a plethora of stars, and a girl
named Stormy, so Jeff was a happy man. He opened his door. “Let’s get out in
the warm air and moonlight.” Stormy smiled and reached for the door handle.
Jeff leaned over and held her hand. “Let me.”

He hurried around to the passenger
side and opened her door with a flourish. “Made
moiselle.”

She giggled. “Kind sir.”

Jeff offered his arm in a formal
way. “Shall we stroll?”

“Oh yes, let’s.”

The both fell into comfortable
laughter as he led Stormy around to the driver’s side of the car where he
leaned back against the fender and pulled Stormy into his arms.
Half-sitting
on the car made their faces of similar heights
and it was oh-so-easy to kiss her. Her lips were sweet, her tongue lightly
coffee flavored. Jeff wanted to devour her and he ran his hands down her arms
and around to cup her behind as he pulled her in between his legs. In moments,
he was hard and they were slightly breathless when he pulled away to nibble on
her perfumed neck and trail his lips down her throat.
Stormy’s
head dropped back, exposing more to his questing lips, teeth and tongue. Jeff
moved his hands up her spine and undid the zipper of her dress.

“I want you naked here in the
moonlight.”

He could feel her shiver, but he
didn’t think it was the nighttime temperatures. It was still balmy out here in
the desert, though overnight the temperature would drop sharply.

She didn’t speak, only held his
gaze with her own while she shimmied out of her dress. Jeff caught it and
tossed it in the open car window. Her bra came off next and he had her step out
of her panties.

“My shoes?”

“Keep them on.” Her high-heeled
strappy sandals were the perfect counterpoint to her glorious nudity. Jeff held
her at arm’s length and slid his gaze up and down her body. Her cheeks flushed
and her eyes dropped, wonderfully submissive. While he loved it, he was also
aware that she was counting on him to care for her while she was so vulnerable.
It was a task he took seriously. He pulled her back into his embrace and
whispered in her ear. “You are so beautiful. Your nipples are perfectly hard,
calling my name.” Kisses down her neck had her shivering again, and when he
latched onto one peaked nipple, she gasped. Tiny bites on that tender flesh
made her moan softly, as though sounds would be an intrusion on the little
bubble of sensuality they’d created out here in the open.

For Jeff, it was incredibly sexy to
be fully dressed, out in the moon-bathed desert with his naked girl in his
arms.
His little desert sprite, so willing and becoming more
needy as he tasted her flesh.
He wanted to give her pleasure because he
knew he’d find pleasure there, too.

As he bit a nipple more firmly, he
spanked her round ass. The crack of flesh on flesh was as loud as a gunshot in
the quiet of the desert. She gasped and popped up on her toes.

Once more, Jeff swatted her. “Oh!”

“You like that, don’t you, baby,”
he said, not bothering to form a question with it. They both knew the answer.
The spanking wasn’t too hard; it was enough to keep her interest and heat her
butt nicely.

Stormy nodded and gasped again with
the next two swats. Unconsciously, she was bending forward a bit, offering
those tender globes for more play-punishment. “Has baby been naughty?”

“Oh!”

“Say it, Stormy.”

“Yes, I’ve been naughty.”

“Did you assume I’d lost interest
in you?”

She nodded, and moaned softly when
he spanked her with half a dozen quick pops.

“You didn’t trust me.”

“I… oh!”

“I should have called. That was my
fault and I’m sorry about it, but if you wanted to know what was up, you should
have sent me a text or called.”

Her moans were nearly continuous
and her bottom got hot to the touch.

“Don’t you agree, Stormy?”

“Y-yes, sir. Oh!”

He stopped spanking and moved her
to the fender of the car, bending her at the waist so he could see her behind
clearly in the moonlight. She couldn’t be more gorgeous. Her round little butt
was blushing and there was glistening moisture between her legs. He spanked her
at the cross where her bottom cheeks met the seam of her thighs. It caught part
of her pussy and she stiffened and cried out.

Jeff spanked her there more and she
squirmed beneath his hands. “Your pussy is wet, isn’t it, Stormy? Wet because
you like this spanking. Wet because you want to be fucked.”

She nodded vigorously, her eyes
tightly closed, mouth open as she panted. Her body tensed with each spank and
he gave her many, though he was by no means using his whole strength. This was
supposed to be pleasure, not punishment. Pleasure spankings were something he
was much more familiar with and they were on stable ground with this play. The
spanks at the back of her pussy were sounding slightly moist and Jeff paused to
rub her bottom and dip his fingers into her folds. “Spread your legs, babe. Let
me in.”

Stormy let out a soft sigh and did
as she was told. Two of Jeff’s fingers slid into her, the path slicked by her
wet excitement. She was tight, but stretched to accommodate him. He wanted her,
wanted to sink into her softness and feel her shuddering and squeezing him. But
he wanted her to come first, under his hand, at his command. The politically
incorrect thought came and went, but Jeff didn’t fool himself. He enjoyed her
submission and wanted it in their relationship.

Soft moans punctuated the motion of
his fingers as he pumped them into her. He rubbed her g-spot and she arched,
pressing back against his hand. Jeff reached under her and kneaded a soft
breast, pinching the nipple firmly. “How much pleasure can you take, Stormy?
How close are you?”

She moaned.

“Tell me.”

“Please, Jeff…
please
.
I’m so close to coming.”

“If I stop would you have to
pleasure yourself because you couldn’t stand not having it?”

“Yes!”

He pulled out his fingers and
spanked her again. “Good girls don’t do that. Aren’t you a good girl, Stormy?”

“Yes!”

He lowered his voice into a playful
growl and peppered her behind with more spanks. Her bottom was gray-red in the
moonlight and quite hot to the touch. “Tell the truth.”

“Oh, God! No, I’m not a good girl.”

“How often do you make yourself
come?”

“Please, Jeff…
please
.”

More spanks had her on her toes and
squirming, as tears glistened on her face. Jeff read them as tears of
frustration, not hurt. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you.”

She groaned. “Every few days, sometimes
every day.”

“More or less since we started
seeing each other?”

“I can’t help it! Oh God that
hurts! You’re spanking me so hard.”

Jeff knew it wasn’t hard at all, but
it was building up on her. He’d have to stop soon. “More or less, Stormy?”

“More! I can’t help it. You get me
so excited and if we’re not together…it just happens.”

Jeff had teased her into a
difficult confession, and now she’d earned a reward. She’d turned him on big
time, so much so that his dick felt like granite and was pulsing painfully.

“I want to see your face, baby.
Turn over on your back and spread your knees.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice.
She was panting and so wet that the insides of her thighs sheened. Jeff
unzipped his slacks and undid his belt, allowing his hips to hold up his pants,
if only barely. “Good girl,” he praised her, taking his cock in his hand and
rolling on a condom. “You want this?”

Wet, tearful eyes as dark as the
sky
over head
implored him. “Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.
Now.”

He grinned. “I like that you’re so
polite. Okay.” With a sharp push, he entered her to the hilt, where the head of
his cock nestle against her cervix like a bumpy tickler. He sighed with
pleasure. “That’s good, babe, so good.”

“Take it. Take it.”

Wordlessly, he began to pound into
her. Stormy wrapped her legs around his
back,
Jeff had
a mental image of a fully-dressed man fucking a naked woman on the fender of a
black car in the moonlight. A thrill of desire and power raced through him and
he pressed in her harder. She was so soft and wet, but she held him like a
gentle fist, deep in her pussy. It was glorious. Stormy made little pleasure
sounds, ahs of satisfaction with each thrust. Her knees were tight around him
and the smell of sex and arousal filled the air. The pressure in his balls
built, ramping up with each passing second. He remembered her sweet, round red
ass and reached up to knead her breasts, plucking at her nipples as she arched
beneath his hands.

She was ready. Her eyes were closed
and she was mewling with need. He needed to make a deeper connection, feel her
release, her submission. “Look at me, baby.”
Stormy’s
eyes opened, and starlight shone on them like a million sequins on black
velvet. “Tell me.”

“I’m going to come. I…uh…oh!” The
sound was a drawn out cry as she pressed her hips up to lock with his. Her
pussy kneaded him, milking his cock in little waves. It was time to let go.

The orgasm came up from his toes and
squeezed his balls. Jeff rammed into her three more times, the force pressing
her down on the fender. Sweet release claimed him, undulating through his cock
and spurting into her tight cunt. A sense of triumph beat through his body at
the pace of his racing heart.