The Meeting - Part Three

 Happy Monday. 

 I took your suggestions and continued the story of Betty Jo and Blake. If you want to read from the beginning click here.  I'm heading to Florida on Thursday so there will not be a new story next Monday.  Instead, I'm going to post a couple of chapters of my latest book, The Doctor and the Rancher. A bit of promo and tease at the same time.  If you haven't already read any, this might spur you on to buy the book.

The Meeting - Part Three

And she did.  Blake had her jeans and panties taken off in a flash.  She was over his knee before she could catch her breath.  The sound of her backside being slapped reverberated around the almost empty room and was punctuated only by her squeals of delight. He roughly threw her down on the bed, positioning her on her back and placing her legs on his shoulders.  A few more spanks to her by now reddened bottom had her begging.

“Please.”  

“Please, what?.” Blake asked.  He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her ask.

“Pleaassse!!!!” She said again.

“Tell me what you want Betty Jo.  I’m not a mind reader.”

“Damn you.” He heard her say.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He gave her a hard spank.

“I said damn you, Blake Parker.”  She tried removing her legs from his shoulders, but he pinned her legs with his arms and brought down his head between her legs and let his tongue delve into her wetness.  His tongue greedily licked her juices and she stopped fighting him.  As he continued to tease her hardened nub,  her breathing became labored and her legs became rigid.  Sensing her orgasm was near, he stopped.

“Not yet,  my pretty. I haven’t quite finished.” He thought to himself.  Removing his arms from her legs,  his hands cupped and raised her bottom as his tongue found and followed the crack of her ass, settling on her puckered hole.  Betty Jo was whimpering and squirming as he rimmed and teased that most private of spots.  Kneading her butt cheeks,  his tongue never wavered from its relentless assault on her anus.

She began raising her hips and bucking like a bronco. Sounding like a wounded animal as she sought release, he shifted once again.  His teeth nipped at her labia, his fingers plunging in and out of her back passage. 

Betty Jo’s placed her hands on either side of Blake’s head. She  squeezed tight not allowing him to do naught but focus on her love button until she began to shake and tremble as her climax overtook her body.

“Holy hell,” she yelled out and Blake was sure her expletive was heard up and down the beach. She dropped her hands and he licked and feasted on her honey until her body quieted.  He helped her lower his legs from his shoulders, kissing her inner thighs and rubbing out the kinks.

He stood and removed his clothes. When he removed his skivvies, his shaft stood out proud and rigid.  Betty Jo reached for him pulling him to her as a child with a pull toy.  When she was finally able to pull him down onto the bed, she scooted down on the bed until her mouth was level with his manhood.  Taking him into her mouth, she grazed her teeth along its length.  Her hands roamed his body, settling on his nipples and pinching them.  His penis jerked in her mouth.

“Somebody likes that,” she said and did it again.  Another jerk of his penis.

She loved the velvet smoothness of his shaft as her tongue teased and tasted him.  She sucked the bead of precum as if she were licking a lollipop and heard a growl low in his throat. She hollowed her cheeks and felt him touch the back of her throat.  He hissed and his hands grabbed her head and tried to pull her away.  Determined now to allow that to happen, she sucked harder and closed her teeth around his shaft.

“Back off,” he told her.

“Not happening,” she replied.

Her tongue stroked the underside of his rod while her hands fondled his ball sac.  Groaning, he threw back his head and succumbed to the pleasure she offered. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Feeling his fingers flex and dig in harder, she sensed he was close to climax and increased the intensity of her licks and took him deeper still. He roared as he emptied his hot seed into her mouth.

They lay together, his fingers tracing the contours of her face.  It was still slightly flushed and as he looked into her eyes, he saw contentment.

“So girl.  Where do we go from here?”

“Dinner would be good.”

He laughed. Betty Jo was certainly not like any woman he had previously known. Expecting some romantic response or at the very least some fanciful notion, he was taken aback.  He rolled her onto her side and delivered a firm slap to her ass.

“What was that for?  Are you thinking we should go another round?”

“Your answer surprised me and no I don’t think we should go another round.  At least, not yet.  I don’t think my libido could take another round right now. Besides, I agree with you, I need sustenance.  You’ve sucked me dry today girl, and I don’t mean just now either.”

She laughed.  “I’m going to hit the shower.  Shall we save on water?”

“I’m game if you keep your hands where they belong.”

“Where’s the fun in that.”  He watched as she sashayed her delectable little ass into the shower. Not trusting either one of them to get through a shower without some touchy-feely that would lead to other things, he grabbed a towel and went to the outdoor shower.

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As he showered, he thought about Betty Jo Wyndham.  She was nothing like any of the girls he previously dated.  Being somewhat of a trust fund child, most of his dates were of the same social circle or daughters of friends of his parents.  Attending an Ivy League college only put him in contact with more of the same type of girls.  He assumed some responsibility for being so compartmentalized, but his life was easy.   He didn’t have to work at dates, or contacts or even job hunting.  Everything had been available to him through no efforts of his own. 

Sea Breeze had been settled early in the nineteenth century by wealthy men looking for a summer place for their families.  It was a pretty exclusive area even now.  Most of the service people who worked in the area couldn’t afford to live there, so he had very little  contact with girls like Betty Jo.

Her upbringing was totally different. She came from a working class family and was taught she would have to earn whatever she wanted.   She worked her way through college and had a successful, if not lucrative career as a teacher and tutor before inheriting her grandmother’s estate.  Although she was now a wealthy woman, she would never be in the same category as many of the Sea Breeze occupants.  It didn’t matter to her and it was one of the many things he liked about her.  She was her own person.  Much to his surprise he found himself thinking about a future with Betty Jo.

It wasn’t until Betty Jo pushed back the shower curtain that he realized how long he had been standing in the shower. 

“You going to stay in there all night or are you going to take me to dinner?”

He laughed and said he lost track of time thinking about her.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah..”

“Okay, just give me a minute.”  She walked out and he quickly finished showering and toweling off.  He had brought over some clean clothing just in case and donned a clean tee shirt and shorts.

They went to a little place out at the tip of the island that served the freshest seafood around.  They each had the catch of the day and shared a couple of bottles of wine.  It wasn’t until their server asked if they could close out their check that they realized how much time had passed.  It was well passed eleven and they were the last ones in the place.

Betty Jo was a little tipsy and took Blake’s hand as they walked to the car.  He settled her in the car and drove back to the house.  He walked her to the door and kissed her.

“Aren’t you going to come in?”

“I’d love to but I have to be in court early tomorrow and I fear we wouldn’t get much sleep if I stayed.”

She giggled and he kissed her again.  She gently nipped his lip and reached for his scrotum, trying to entice him.

He pulled back, turned her around and guided her into the house, swatting her bottom as she went.

“Be good, and I’ll call you tomorrow.” He told her.

“See that you do,” she told him.  He laughed and walked down the walk thinking that this girl was going to keep him on his toes.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.