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  I had to think of something to say. I knew that if I could get the conversation flowing, there’d be an opportunity to get his number. The chance to flirt with a man built like this didn’t come by often.

  Hopefully he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Oh lord. I’m old enough to be his mother.

  “What’s the horse’s name?” I asked. I tilted my head up to look at Wayne.

  His brown eyes met mine. “Roma. She’s getting old but she’s a good old girl,” Wayne said. He looked a little nervous, and as bad as it is, that comforted me. “My dad bought him from our neighbor umm…” he trailed off. “What brings you down this road?” Wayne asked.

  “I was coming home from work. I really appreciate you stopping,” I said and touched his right leg above the knee. I felt him tense up — I left my hand there. “Quite a few cars drove past me without stopping. I was worried that I’d have to walk home or something,” I said.

  Wayne relaxed and slid down a little in his seat, which moved my fingertips closer to his magnificent piece. I savored my position a bit longer and then withdrew my hand.

  The green alfalfa field scrolled by. I was no longer worried about my car. It was Thursday afternoon and I was enjoying a horse-drawn buggy. Rolling through the countryside, I felt like a princess in a carriage. The young man beside me was an absolute mountain. He looked as if he could uproot trees with his big hands.

  He can have me any way he wants.

  The sound of the horse’s hooves meeting the road was mesmerizing. A fragrant sweet smell emanated from the horse and seemed to fill the buggy.

  I realized that I’d love to spend more days like this. Outside, away from the computer and away from work’s annoyances. Locked in a cubicle with no sunshine was no way to live. Realizing this was less of an epiphany and more of an ultimate declaration in my mind.

  Wayne’s stoic form controlled the buggy and sped us down the road.

  I dreaded the thought of our ride ending.

  “Got any big plans for the weekend?” I asked.

  Wayne considered my question. “Not really,” he said and gave a nervous laugh. “Probably read.”

  “What’re you reading?” I asked.

  “The Stand by Stephen King. It’s good,” Wayne said.

  “Is that the plague one?”

  “Yea. You read it?”

  “No, I saw the tv show though,” I said, feeling silly. “Are you still in high school Wayne?” I asked.

  “No, I graduated last year. I’m working on my parent’s dairy farm now. Nothing too exciting. I’ve been building a new chicken coop though. My girls need a southern-facing run and plenty of greens,” Wayne said.

  I could have listened to him talk all day. Wayne caring for farm animals made me melt. He seemed like a big sweetheart. Knowing that he was out of high school made me much more comfortable with the idea of flirting with him. “Cool, we had chickens when I was little. What do you do for fun?” I asked.

  “Well, I like to hunt and fish. We’ve got a pretty well-stocked pond on our property. I do enjoy working with my animals too. Especially Roma,” Wayne said.

  “You’re lucky. I don’t get to do enough stuff outdoors,” I said. “I’m cooped up in an office most days of the week. I do have a garden going at home though.”

  “I can’t imagine being inside all day. You’re more than welcome to come help me out around the farm anytime you want,” Wayne said and winked. His strong jaw was covered in the beginnings of a beard, as if he had recently shaved.

  Muscled from years of farm work; tanned from being in the sun; calloused from gripping tools; kind with a good upbringing. I felt like a fox in the chicken coop.

  “You got a girlfriend?” I asked.

  “No, not at the moment,” Wayne said.

  That didn’t seem possible. “Why is that?” I asked.

  Wayne considered my question. “I’m not good at talking to girls. They think I’m strange because of my faith. They might be right though. I have a hard time thinking of things to talk about. My life isn’t relatable to them.”

  Wayne had clearly thought about this before. I couldn’t decide if he was comfortable telling me these things because he trusted me, or if he thought that he’d never see me again.

  “That’s crazy to me. I’d of thought a handsome guy like you would have been swept up by your age,” I said to Wayne. He grinned at me. It was time to poke fun at him. “Do you Mennonites have arranged marriages?” I asked.

  Wayne let out a hearty laugh. His laughter calmed and he feigned a serious tone. “You’ll have to give my father two cows if you wish to marry me,” he said and laughed some more.

  I put my hand on his bicep; it was large and hard. “Two cows? For you, I’d give your father a whole damn herd,” I said. The smile on Wayne’s face became serious. We stared into each other’s eyes and found an understanding. Wayne was better with women than he knew.

  His eyes returned to the road.

  I wondered what he was thinking. I assumed he wouldn’t ask me for my number, so I’d have to ask for his. He was so damn sexy. And young.

  Too young for me? He probably thinks I’m old as hell and not nearly as skinny as most girls his age. Gosh I hope I’m not creeping Wayne out.

  Our buggy reached a crossroads and Wayne turned right onto a dirt road. In the distance, I could see a cinderblock building with junk cars surrounding it. I’d have to work up the courage to ask for his number soon. Our ride together was coming to an end.

  We pulled into the mechanic’s dirt parking lot. There was only one other vehicle in the lot: a patinaed blue Ford pickup. Junkyard surrounded the building on three sides. Uncut grass obscured the bottoms of defunct and smashed cars. Fields of tall corn surrounded it all.

  Wayne looked at me. I didn’t want to get up from my seat. I wanted to hop on his lap and kiss him.

  “I really appreciate the ride Wayne,” I said and put my hand on his leg again. This time he didn’t flinch.

  “I was going to come in with you and make sure you’re alright before I leave,” Wayne said.

  “There’s nothing in here that will spoil is there?” I asked and pointed to all his groceries.

  “No,” he answered and put his hand on my shoulder. His thumb reached part way down my chest. His smile was contagious. I couldn’t be happier. I felt that I may have found the exciting part of my life again.

  Wayne hopped out of the buggy and held his hand out to me. I knew that wasn’t going to be my last ride in Wayne’s buggy.

  Chapter Four - Wayne

  Mary had me quite excited. Her continued touching of my leg was an obvious indicator of her interest.

  I held the mechanic’s shop door open for Mary and followed her inside. I’d passed the repair shop but had never had a reason to go in. The shop’s floor was checkered with white and red tiles. Its metal shelving was filled with plastic bottles of oil, lubes, and coolant. Country music played from a radio which sat on the counter near the back of the shop. An archaic looking computer sat on the counter with no one behind it.

  I walked ahead of Mary and she stopped me. I looked back at her and wondered what she wanted.

  Mary smiled, took my hand and held it.

  I was shocked but I played it cool. It felt nice to have her beautiful body by mine. My dick got hard rapidly. I hurried Mary and I to the counter, hoping that I’d be able to conceal my erection. I quickly pressed myself against the counter, but it was futile.

  Mary looked down and stared at my pants for a moment. Finally, her head rose, and she was grinning at me. “Did I do that?” she asked. She was cut off by the entering mechanic.

  “How can I help you?” the man asked. He was short, old, and clearly enjoyed eating. Tufts of black and grey hair stuck out from underneath a dirty blue hat. He pottered over to the computer.

  “Is someone available to come look at a car? It may need to be towed,” I said to the man.

  He gave me a skeptical look. “Now what would you b
e doing with a car mister?” he said to me. He grinned and I understood that it was in good jest. I had gotten use to those jokes long ago. The white patch on his black button-up shirt said ‘Bradley’ in red cursive stitching.

  Bradley the mechanic took his eyes off me and set them on Mary. It didn’t take two seconds for Bradley to lower his gaze to Mary’s tits. I couldn’t blame him, they were luxurious, but I was still a little irritated.

  “I’m guessing it’s your car,” he said to Mary.

  “Yea,” Mary said. She reached her other arm across her chest and held onto my arm.

  “Well, we can ride out to your car. I’ll see if I can get it running. If I can’t, I’ll tow it here, and can give you a ride home if need be,” Bradley said.

  Mary looked up at me. She held my arm with both her hands, clinging to me.

  At first, it didn’t register to me. Then I understood.

  “No need, we’re having dinner tonight,” I said. I felt Mary squeeze my arm tighter. “Can you tow the car here and let us know what needs to be done?” I said.

  “Is that what you want miss?” Bradley asked. His demeanor had soured, but his lust for Mary’s chest had not.

  “Yes please,” Mary said. She dug the keys out of her purse and took the car key off the ring. She reached across the counter to hand Bradley the key.

  Bradley drank in the sight of her deep cleavage. He was surely able to see her bra. Bradley’s white stubble covered cheeks raised in a grin at Mary. “I’ll need your number too sweetie,” he said.

  I wanted to throw Bradley through the shop’s front window like a hay bale out of the barn loft. However, my relationship with Mary was only minutes old and it was not my place to become jealous at another man’s passes. The urge was there though.

  “Oh uhh…” Mary said. Again, she dug through her purse. This time, she pulled out a small white business card.

  I watched Bradley get excited for another view of Mary’s boobs. However, rather than lean over the counter, Mary tactfully slid the card across its surface, closed her purse, and returned to my arm.

  A frowning Bradley picked up the business card and squinted at it. “Revolution Seating?” he questioned.

  “We make parts for airplane seats,” Mary said. There was an awkward silence. “I appreciate you working on my car.”

  Bradley grumbled an acknowledgment, turned to consult the wall clock behind him, and then turned back to Mary’s boobs. “Alright, I’ll call you when I know what’s up,” Bradley said.

  We turned away from the man and exited the shop.

  It was nice to be back outside. The inside of the shop had been dark and depressing.

  “Oh my god. Thank you so much for not making me ride with that man,” Mary said. She moved in front of me, grabbed my sides, and looked up at me. My partially hard dick was pressed against her stomach. I brought my hands together on her lower back and felt the beginning of her ass curve. I had never been this close to a woman. Our intimacy felt entirely natural but I didn’t know what to do next.

  She stared into my eyes for a few moments before she reached her hands around my head and pulled it down for a kiss.

  I had never kissed a woman before, so I was surprised when her initial kiss escalated to her sucking on my bottom lip. Her lips felt so soft. I brought one of my hands up and ran it through her long brown hair. I held her tight and did my best to match her kissing technique. I didn’t want it to end.

  Neither did my dick; it was hard enough to mine iron ore. Mary’s stomach rubbed my cock. My trousers felt tight like they were fixin to burst at the seams.

  “Mmmm. You like kissing me?” Mary asked. She backed away from me ever so slightly and created just enough room between us for her to slip her hand over my dick. She gave it a light squeeze which sent a jolt of lightning through my body. My knees nearly gave way.

  I looked around the parking lot and was thankful that it was vacant.

  “So, I’m coming over for dinner huh?” Mary asked sarcastically and gave my dick another squeeze, followed by a light rub.

  My head was spinning. “Yea uhh, if you’d like to?” I said.

  I dove back in for a kiss. I may have made the kiss a bit sloppier than I intended.

  We stopped kissing. “Of course, that sounds great,” Mary said. She bit her bottom lip and continued to rub my dick through my trousers. “Let’s get out of here,” she said. Her eyes were intense.

  I led her towards my buggy.

  Mary was an older woman but she was undeniably sexy. Her tucked white t-shirt showed a body which was soft but had beautiful curves. Heavy breasts in a black bra hung over a round tummy. I couldn’t stop thinking about her big ass, thick thighs and calves. I wanted to kiss every square inch of Mary. Her curvy body was beautifully feminine.

  She was probably my mother’s age, but her voice and demeanor were of a person my age — I was eager to make her mine.

  I helped her into the buggy.

  Then my heart sank.

  My cellphone began to play its familiar ringtone. I couldn’t believe that I had forgot to put it on silent, especially after I had lied to Mary.

  Mary shot me an inquisitive look that I couldn’t bear. I quickly turned away from her and fumbled my phone out of my trousers. The anxiety of the moment made my dick deflate.

  I finally got the phone out, saw who it was, and answered.

  “Hi mom,” I said.

  “Where are you? It never takes this long for you to go to the store,” she said.

  “I uhh… picked up someone who was having car trouble and brought them to Calvin’s Repair Shop,” I said.

  “That’s nice of you but I need the sugar that you went for. I don’t want to be up too late baking because —” my mother said, prior to being cut off midsentence.

  “I’m on my way back now. I’ve invited her for dinner,” I said.

  “You’ve invited who for dinner?” my mother asked. She sounded quite skeptical. Rightfully so. Save a handful of times in grade school, I had never invited people over to my house. I preferred the other kids’ houses — they had video games.

  “The woman who was having car troubles. Her name is Marry,” I said.

  I heard my mother take a deep breath.

  Shit.

  “I wish you would’ve asked me first. We would’ve prepared,” my mother said.

  “I’m sorry. We’re just leaving Calvin’s. We’ll be home in ten,” I said. I hoped that I hadn’t offended her with my shortness.

  A pause.

  “Love you, see you soon mom,” I said.

  “Love you too. Be safe,” my mother said and ended the call.

  I slid my phone back into my pocket and turned to Mary.

  “I hope your mom’s not mad at me,” Mary said.

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For delaying you,” Mary answered.

  “No, she was just worried. I should have called her,” I said.

  Mary’s worried look vanished. A big smile graced her face.

  “What?” I asked.

  She started to laugh. “I thought you didn’t have your phone on you,” Mary said with an eyebrow raised. She continued to laugh, in a good natured way, but I could tell that she was waiting for an explanation. No, not an explanation. An admission.

  “I uh… wanted to be around you. I know it’s creepy to have taken advantage of your situation uhh… oh lord that doesn’t sound good. I uhh…” I stammered. “I wanted to know you,” I said.

  Mary was beautiful. Her vibrant clothes and Rubenesque form lit up the interior of my buggy. Her smile was pure.

  “Thank you,” Mary said. She curled her pointer finger and beckoned me into the buggy.

  I climbed in and we kissed.

  Chapter Five - Mary

  As far as I was concerned, Wayne was my day’s savior. He’d plucked me from the roadside and brought me into his world.

  The buggy hadn’t moved ten feet out of the parking lot before I was on W
ayne’s lap. I wrapped my arms around him and covered his neck in kisses. Every so often, Wayne glanced at the road, but in-between glances, he grabbed the back of my head and brought my mouth to his. I ran my hand over the hard body underneath the pale green vest.

  Wayne began to kiss my neck. I heard his breathing deepen.

  “Mmmm you’re so damn sexy,” I said to him as he kissed under my chin. His kisses trailed up my neck and he nibbled on my earlobe. I became concerned that I was going to make his lap wet.

  Given that we were still in public, I left his lap out of concern for our modesty. We continued kissing and I rubbed Wayne’s muscles. An approaching vehicle made us both straighten up. The moment that the truck zoomed past our slow moving buggy, we returned to our exchange of passion.

  Wayne grew more comfortable with the idea that he could touch me wherever he wanted to. Initially, he rubbed his hand up and down the inside of my thigh, growing closer and closer to the crotch of my jeans. I slid my legs apart and gave his large hand more room to work. Wayne squeezed my thigh a few times.

  I carefully bit Wayne’s lip and rubbed his dick through his trousers. His dick felt massive and was a likely contender for the biggest I’d ever felt. I released his lip from my teeth and put my tongue in his mouth.

  I wanted him so fucking bad.

  Wayne finally spread his big right hand across my lower belly and rested his index finger on my cloth covered pussy. I wondered if he could feel my wetness through the jeans. I stopped kissing him and let out a light moan when he started to move his index finger back and forth.

  My moan was muffled by his mouth. Wayne pulled me close and rubbed me more intensely. He kissed my neck. His breathing was deep and warmed my neck and ear. I threw my left leg over his right leg and his powerful hand shook me to my core. I held onto his large arm tightly and slowly dug my fingers in as Wayne rubbed me to bliss.

  Suddenly, another car pulled onto the rode in front of us.

  I pulled my leg off from Wayne and we both sat upright. My heart was pounding and I was breathing deeply.