Goerke's Corner Pt. 04

"We had agreed to wait and tell your sister together. Imagine how I felt when she came into the station and got in my face. It was almost like you didn't take my feelings into consideration. It was just you and she together all over again."

Her face was on my chest as she sniffled, "I know. I'm sorry. I'll do better."

It was time to face the elephant in the room. "If this is what you want from a husband then we don't belong together. I refuse to be some pussy whipped wimp. You're intelligent, you have opinions, you have ideas. I'm good with all of that, but you aren't going to wear the pants in this family."

"And I don't want to" she sobbed. "Please understand. I had to be the one in control almost from the beginning of my marriage. He couldn't keep a dime in his pocket, he spent everything. If I hadn't intervened we would have been living on the streets. I know that's more of an excuse than a reason, but please, help me be the wife you want. You told me that I would need to teach you, well, you need to teach me as well. I don't know what a real man is supposed to be like beyond what I saw in my papa."

I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled her close and let her cry. We kissed a little but didn't make out before going to bed. She was waiting on the porch again the next morning when I returned from my run. She didn't wait for me to walk up the three steps before standing. When I reached the top step she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with such passion I felt my knees weaken.

Pulling back enough to look into my eyes she said, "Good morning husband and daddy. I'm making oatmeal for breakfast. Would you like some?"

"Can I have raisins and brown sugar in mine?"

"You sure can, Heidi likes her's the same way. You two will be like peas in a pod before you know it."

While we ate she told me they were going to go grocery shopping considering I didn't have that much in the fridge. I was cussing myself internally. I wanted everything to be perfect and thought I had covered all the bases but hadn't given food a second thought. There was that learning curve again. Hmmm. The old chest freezer in the basement was working so I told her to stock up if she wanted. She didn't say anything but was visibly perturbed when I put money in her hand. She quickly recovered.

"Thanks honey. That will be plenty. Come on girls, let's go."

Business was slow, I was in the office most of the time. I had originally intended to remove the huge glass window that had been part of the Post Office. Now I was glad I hadn't. I had full view of anyone entering the store. I was just about to lock up when Mrs. Reamer walked in. I hadn't seen her in years, it didn't matter. She's one of those ladies who never seems to age. After paying for milk, eggs, and five pounds of sugar she looked at me.

"Thanks for not letting Goerke's Corner die. You're a God Send. Have a good day, bye."

When I got home I was surprised to see Hilda's car in the driveway. After my welcome home kiss from Greta and hugs from the girls I gave Greta a funny look and nodded toward Hilda.

"They're going to stay with Auntie for a few days. You and I have a lot to get done and it wouldn't be much fun for them."

"But what about the appointment at the school on Tuesday?" I asked.

"Oh, that's been changed to Thursday."

Then it hit her. Sadness replaced her smile. "Dammit, I screwed up again didn't I? I'm so sorry. They called Friday morning. Hil took the message and told me when I was done but in all the excitement about coming to see you I forgot. I'm sorry Rob."

It wasn't a time to be a hard ass, it was time to be understanding. "No worries. I was making sure you hadn't forgotten the appointment. You told me there were only four slots left."

"I'm making real mac n cheese, as in not from a box, with baloney ring for supper. Hil and the girls are leaving right after that."

We stood on the porch and waved as Hilda backed out of the driveway. It was not quite seven when she announced that she was going to shower. I changed into sweats for the evening and was on the couch reading when I noticed what I thought was Greta crossing the hall from the bathroom into my bedroom with just a towel around her. I shook my head, no it had to be my mind playing tricks. A minute later she was standing at the end of the hall in the same towel staring at me. Tossing a pair of lacy white panties onto my lap she asked.

"Do you need a written invitation?"

I was scrambling to my feet as she slipped into the bedroom. I had my top off as I walked through the doorway and stopped. Lying on my bed naked as the day she was born was the most seductive thing I had ever seen. Her breasts stood firm and not to the side as I imagined they would after nursing two children. Her tummy was flat and her hips flared slightly the way only a woman who has born children will. My gaze stopped at her dark brown bush.

I had seen trimmed and even shaven or shaped pubic hair, but never a perfect natural V. I say natural because there were no trimmed shorter hairs. Her bush was thick and lush. I was salivating as I thought about how much I wanted to lick that delectable delight. With a grin she pointed to me and said seductively.

"Get rid of those clothes and get over here."

My dick was stiff as a flagpole and pointed straight up. I knew of guys who measured their dick. I never did, what I had was what I had and none of the women I had been with complained. That was good enough for me. As I knelt on the bed she opened her thighs and lifted her pussy. I knew what she wanted and lay between her legs, my lips nearly touching the labia. With my hands under her legs and my hands on her hips I lifted her torso slightly. She took over from there.

Her hands were on the sides of my head as she guided me to her most sacred place. The aroma of musk and body lotion flooded my nostrils, I could almost feel the endorphins racing through my body. Moving my head with her hands she pushed up as I lowered my face. With one long slow swipe from the bottom to the top of her labia I claimed what would be mine until one of us died. As my stiffened tongue found her clit she moaned deeply and uttered aloud, "Oh fuck. So good, so fucking good."

I took my time with the ministrations of my tongue. When I found her hot spot I would spend time in that spot and then move away. When she'd had enough teasing her thighs clamped shut enough to gain my full attention. I looked up over the ridge of her bush as she looked down.

"Stop teasing. Do it right." Her words sounded desperate.

I did as she asked. I concentrated all my energy and attention to the one area I knew would take her over the edge. As the climax began to surge through her body her pelvis lifted from the mattress. The only parts of her body touching the bed was her back and her feet. The rest of her was lifted up and convulsing. After ten to twenty seconds of that her body flopped back onto the mattress. I was going to continue, she pushed me away.

"No more Robbie. No more. Oh my god that was so fucking good. No one has ever eaten me like that. I want more of that but not now. I feel like I'm going to pass out."

I was kissing my way up her torso when she grabbed my head again and put it on the nipple of her right breast. In a seductive whisper she said, "Kiss the nipple. Mmm, suck softly. Yes Robbie, yes. Oh my."

In between moans and ah's she was talking softly.

"This is so good. You make my pussy wet. I think the other one needs the same attention."

After ministering to both breasts I moved up to kiss her. As I did my cock was lined up with her vagina. She lifted her hips slightly and told me in no uncertain words.

"Stick it in and fuck me hard baby. You can have all the pussy you like. We'll make love later, fuck me now. Mark my pussy with your sperm."

I didn't need to guide my dick to the opening of her vagina. She was ready and I was aligned perfectly. With a slow forward motion I pushed inside her. What a feeling, warm, slick, and tight. I slowly worked back and forth until I was balls deep. When my pubic hair meshed with hers she grabbed both my ass cheeks and held me in place. Wiggling her hips she cooed.

"This is wonderful. I haven't been with a man since the divorce, I need you to use me up. Make me your woman. Give it to me big boy. Make mama scream."

Who was I to argue? I put things into gear and quickly had the engine at high speed. With every forward thrust she would lift and push against me. Our bodies were slapping loudly as we claimed each other's body as our own. Her encouraging ooh's and ahhh's made me want to please her all the more.

At one point she reached up and put her hands on either side of my face. I was too close to tipping over the edge to stop as she said.

"Give it to me like a man. I'm almost there. Give me a little more baby and I'm going to ..........."

And that's all she got out before her body began to tremble and a loud ear-piercing scream left her mouth. No wonder she didn't want the girls at home. Here body was trembling as I felt the volcano about to burst. I could feel the sensation from my toes to my head as I slammed forward one last time and grunted like a water buffalo stuck in a quagmire.

She smiled, "I can feel it, oh my, I can feel it. So good Robbie, so good babe."

Our bodies were on the downward spiral of coital bliss when she pulled me down for a kiss. A long tongue invading kiss.

"I hope you have some left in the tank because I want more of this."

As I lay to her side my dick left a trickle of cum across her leg. She reached down, scooped some with her finger and put it in her mouth. Smiling and sucking her finger clean at the same time she mumbled.

"I told you I like cum. Before the weekend is through I plan to swallow at least one mouth full."

I cuddled her head beneath my arm. Turning her head to face me I spoke.

"How do you feel about sitting on my face? I love to eat pussy like that. I can enjoy your playing with your tits at the same time."

She giggled, "I've only been able to do that a few times, but I love it. Oh my, we are going to have fun in the bedroom. I have a question for you. What about my bush, does that bother you?"

"Not in the least Princess. Don't ever think about shaving or even trimming on my behalf. I prefer au natural. I want the woman I'm making love to looking like a woman, not a girl."

She was in the mood for pillow talk. "I just thought of one more requirement. We need to swap out that tub for a big enough walk in shower so we can both fit. I like it bent over in the shower. Do you think that can be done?"

I looked at her and smiled, "Oh yeah." Was all I said.

Rubbing her hand through the hair on my chest she whispered, "Should we shower now or wait until we make love later? I want it slow and romantic next time."

"Let's wait." I said.

She sat on the commode pushing out as much cum as possible while I washed. When I was done I handed a warm soaped washcloth to her. Five minutes later we were snuggled naked beneath the covers. Our limbs entangled as only lovers can do and not be uncomfortable.

I woke just after three am with my cock in her mouth. As soon as I stirred she pulled off.

"You're awake. Good."

Lifting her right leg over my body she reached between us and took ahold of my cock. Moving slightly backward she had me lined up with her vagina. Smiling like the cat that ate the canary she lowered herself onto my cock not stopping until her pelvis met mine. With me in all the way she wiggled her hips, almost like she was getting every last fraction of an inch deep inside.

Sitting straight up she put my hands on her breasts and began to grind her clit against my pelvic bone. It didn't take three minutes of her grinding and me playing for her to begin shaking as a climax ripped through her body. As the intensity left her body she leaned forward putting a nipple in my mouth. Lifting up she said in a smoky seductive voice.

"Roll me over and make love to me."

Which I did. It was one of those love making sessions where you look into each other's eyes and whisper I Love You. Her hands on my hips guiding me, pacing me, cooing and telling me how much she was enjoying the moment. We were getting close to blast off when she touched my face.

"Look at me when you cum. I want to look in your eyes. I want to always remember this night."

With one last slow deep push she wrapped her legs around me and moaned loudly. I arched over the top of her looking into her eyes. I was pumping semen as her vagina was squeezing every drop from me. This would be something new and welcome for me.

Considering the size of the old tub we chose to shower separately before crawling back in bed for more sleep. My body was used to being up between 5 and 5:30. It had been that way for the last 20 plus years. Imagine my surprise when we didn't wake until nearly seven. That woman had flat worn me out. I asked if she would like me to make her breakfast.

"I'd like to go out if you don't mind. I'll pay. It will be compensation for services rendered."

"Okay. With one condition. After we eat we drive to Spencer. I want to go to the mall."

She winced, "Oh honey. I don't think I'm going to be up for much walking. I'm sore and I don't want to be walking around like I have a stick up my butt. Maybe another time?"

I watched as she dressed. I was ready to pounce and then remembered what she'd said. Sliding the almost transparent panties up her legs I commented how sexy they were.

Smiling and teasing she said what I wanted to hear, "You said if I ever bought sexy stuff and needed someone to model for, you were my guy."

Reaching for her she slapped my hand the way you would a child's. "Nope, not now. Later when we get home, but I'm not sure about going to the mall. It might be too much."

As much as it pained me I stood and embraced her without feeling her breasts or cupping her sex.

"I only have one store in mind. Then we can come home."

She looked flabbergasted, "You want to drive an hour and fifteen minutes for one store? Are you nuts?"

Hugging her tighter I answered, "I'm not nuts. I want you to pick out an engagement ring, maybe we'll get a wedding set right away. We can't do that locally."

It was as if her body melted into mine. Silent tears flowed. Looking up she kissed me and said.

"I love you Robert Tillman. We're meant to be together. Okay, I'm game. Oh, one more thing. If I'm still sore tonight you get a blow job."

I patted her ass, "And you get to ride my face."

She squealed softly and sputtered, "I love the way you think."

Not only did we find rings we both liked we meandered a little and found appliances she thought she might like. We weren't ready to purchase at that point but it's always good to know what's available. By the time we finished gawking at appliances it was time to return to the jewelers and pick up the rings after sizing. As I slipped the ring on her finger her smile turned to tears, tears of joy. Outside the store she stopped me, put her arms around my neck, kissed me and said. "You've made me the happiest girl in the world."

It was late enough in the day when we headed for home that supper out sounded attractive. No cooking, no dishes, and a great meal. We decided to stop at McCall's Steak House to replenish some of the calories we'd burned the night before. Once we were home and into comfortable attire for lounging in the living room our evening was consumed with researching different appliances for the kitchen and laundry. Greta called the girls to say goodnight just before nine and we turned in.

We did as we had planned. Sitting on the bed with me standing I received the absolute best hands-free blow job of my life. I was so weak in the knees I had to sit. She in turn rode my face to a screeching orgasm. Her hands were clenched so tightly on the headboard her knuckles were white. Needless to say sleep was upon us quickly, or it did me. The last time I opened my eyes to kiss her goodnight she was looking at the ring. There was just enough light from the bathroom night light that it shimmered when she turned her hand back and forth.

She was still sleeping sound when I eased myself from bed and donned running attire. I ran longer than normal, there was so much to think about. When I returned she was on the front porch with a cup of coffee. It was a warm enough morning that the inner front door was open, I could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen.

"Whatcha got cooking babe?" I asked.

"It's a surprise and a treat. I bought some of those cinnamon rolls you bake at home when the girls and I went shopping. I thought we should have them this morning to celebrate. They're cooled off enough to put the glazing on. Wanna help?"

We cheated by sampling one each as we glazed. Considering they weren't very big we enjoyed another at the table.

"What time are we picking up the girls? Oh that's right. They're staying with Hilda. When are they coming back?"

She sipped at her coffee and then answered, "Wednesday. I need them to be here Thursday to register them in school. As soon as we get that done they can send for their school records to be transferred. I have plans for this morning if you want to hear them. And it's up to you whether we do them or not. I'm trying to not step on toes anymore."

I picked up her hand and kissed it, "What do you have in mind my love?"

"Let's go to the pie shack and determine what materials we'll need to rebuild it. Doesn't old man Semrow have a backhoe? He does? Great. Maybe we can rent it and you can tear that thing down so we can start rebuilding right away."

My eyebrows were raised, "Rebuild? Right away? Really?"

Standing to clear the dishes she gave me a smile, "Yup, right away. We'll work on it together. I'm no mechanic or carpenter but I know my way around tools and I can damned sure swing a hammer. Whata ya say? You up for an adventure to start the rest of our lives together?"

How could I resist? As I'd said to myself a hundred times already, *what's not to love about this woman?* We spent the morning walking around the building, measuring, imagining what each part would look like. We would make some changes to the new building for space and efficiency.

It was a quick dash home to finish off the leftovers from the night before. Over lunch we decided then was as good as any to see old man Semrow. Once he knew it was Greta the crusty old fart attitude turned to nothing but sweetness. He couldn't do enough for us. She followed me in the truck as I drove the backhoe to the station. By 6:30 that evening the old pie shack was part of a huge pile of wooden rubble from the old overhang. Knowing volunteer fire departments were always looking for something to train on I was sure one in the area would jump at a chance to have a controlled fire.

Lying in bed later she had her hand on my abdomen. "Do you want to play around? If you do, I'll need to be warmed up a little."

I was as tired as she was, "I'm okay. Sleep is fine with me. Gimme a kiss, goodnight love."

I woke in the middle of the night glancing to my right. There lay the woman I will gladly spend the rest of my life with. I made a decision at that point. I wanted her to always know she was number one for me. I would start running every other day so we had time together in the morning. I woke at my regular time but didn't run. Instead I spent time waiting for her to wake on the computer looking up lumber prices and figuring out costs for a new pie shack.

She emerged from the bedroom about 6:30 in just a long shirt, one I recognized as mine. Only now it was hers. As she bent to kiss me I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and discovered she was not wearing panties. I lightly swatted her butt.