Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I nodded.
Suddenly, I was very concerned about her warmth this coming winter. The trailer didn’t look like the warmest place. I wondered if it even had a fireplace. Not that it would be easy to tell among all the clutter.
“How hard is it to cut in a fireplace in a modular home?” I asked.
Carter shrugged.
“Not that hard,” he said. “Not if you don’t mind emptying it for a few days and know what you’re doing and all that. I did it with the office trailer. Put one in this last winter so if we got stuck there and the electricity went out, we could stay warm and still cook over it.”
“Hmmm,” I said.
“Thinking about pitching a project to your potential girlfriend?”
I looked over my shoulder at him.
“I think that might be going a bit far,” I said. “She hasn’t even said we would go on a date yet. But yes, I was thinking about offering to help her out. She doesn’t look like the type of woman who would know to do that offhand. I wouldn’t want her freezing to death out there.”
“Well, maybe she isn’t going to stay,” Carter said. “She might just be hanging out there for now until she figures out what to do with the place and then going back to wherever she came from. I wouldn’t blame her.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Well, hey, if you see her again, ask her if she plans on sticking around. I’d like to know too, because if she’s up for selling that property…”
“I’ll ask. If I see her.”
“Noted,” he said, sipping his water. “Alright, let’s get to chopping.”
For the next couple of hours, we chopped wood and caught up on each other’s lives, mostly keeping the conversation on him and how he and Lauren got together. It was a wild story, and I found myself sitting at one point, just listening to him recount the tale. By the time he was done, Lauren had come back and started up lunch, and Carter and I decided to call it a day.
Once back inside, I decided to grab a shower before eating. I stripped down in the bathroom, bringing my bag of toiletries inside and dropping it on the sink. I didn’t want to unpack it all just yet because doing so would kind of feel like I was settling in. I didn’t want to really settle in here. I wanted a place of my own.
I got the shower going and stepped inside to a gloriously heated and high-pressure spigot. It beat down on my shoulders, relaxing them instantly and letting go of a lot of tension I didn’t even realize I was holding in. As I stood there, soaped up and clean, just letting the water run over me, my thoughts ended up drifting.
I envisioned Beth Ann as I saw her in her pink T-shirt, and short jean shorts, looking as adorable and sexy as I felt a woman could look. Long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail behind her and sparkling eyes shining in the sunlight. Just the hint of her stomach could be seen every time she moved her arms up, and the soft skin that trailed from her belly button down drew my eyes.
I closed my eyes as my hand slid down to my engorged cock. It was thick and throbbing and begging for release. As I began to stroke myself, I let a fantasy of Beth Ann play out in my mind.
The fantasy of her sliding into the bathroom with me, slipping off her clothes piece by piece as I watched her from the shower, took over my mind. I could imagine the shape of her perky, perfect breasts as the bra fell away to the floor. How her panties would slide down so daintily as she peeled them off.
She would step in the shower with me, and our lips would meet while her hand slid down to wrap around my cock. One leg would wrap around me, and I would lift her, pushing her against the wall of the shower. I would enter her, and she would be so tight around my cock. She would moan in my ear as I brought her to a climax, and then she would slide down to her knees. Wrapping her lips over my cock, she would look up at me with pleading eyes as she sucked me.
When I came, I doubled over and sank to the floor of the tub. I emptied for what seemed like forever, and when I finally had strength in my legs again, I climbed back up and washed off.
I shut off the shower and climbed out, feeling guilty as I got dressed. I barely knew this girl.
Shaking it off and deciding not to get too moody, I put on deodorant and brushed my hair. My phone dinged a notification sound, and I picked it up. I grinned as I read what it was.