Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
But it’s fantastic. The curvy girl is engaging, and her personality is utterly captivating. I want to know her opinion on everything imaginable and trust me: Janelle’s capable of talking about any topic while sounding intelligent and well-read. To be honest, her sense of humor is amazing too and somehow, she’s so personable that I find myself telling her things that I wouldn’t usually mention to even my closest friends. How’s that for intimacy? Even crazier, Janelle is so mature that I keep forgetting that she isn’t a woman of my generation, but rather a girl my daughter’s age. My sweet love is only twenty-one years old.
Shit.
She’s my daughter’s age. And not only that, but she’s also my daughter’s friend.
Shit shit shit.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about our untraditional relationship. I mean, I never set out with intentions of dating a girl barely out of the cradle, much less my daughter’s co-worker. It just kind of happened. After all, I’m forty-five, so I thought I’d end up with someone in their thirties at the very furthest end of the spectrum, but here we are. Plus, I’ve come in Janelle so many times, and it feels so good that I have no intention of stopping, at least not for the weekend.
But then I shake my head, droplets of sweat spraying out from my black hair. I need to get a hold of myself. I don’t know if this relationship is appropriate with such a big age gap, but at the same time, Janelle is insanely attractive. We have amazing chemistry and, in turn, an incredible physical connection that’s filled with passion and energy, not to mention utter filth. That’s part of the reason why I adore this woman: her mind’s in the gutter, just like mine.
But will Janelle want to continue to see me after this weekend is over? We both have lives to return to back in the real world, and I get it if Janelle doesn’t want to be seen with an old fogey. I didn’t ask how old her ex was, but my guess is that he’s young. Maybe not in his 20’s, but certainly not in his 40’s like me.
Ah well. I grunt and take another forceful swing at the wood. The log cracks and splits, forming two halves. Fuck that. I’ll just have to see how the land lies once we get back to Millbrook. Maybe Janelle will want to be with me, or maybe not, but in the meantime, I plan on enjoying my time with the curvy girl as much as possible
At that moment, the front door squeaks and who prances out but the beautiful woman herself. She’s got a bright smile on her face and a cold beer in hand.
“Here you go,” she chirps.
I take the Bud and gulp quickly, the cool liquid going straight to my gut.
“Thanks babe,” I grin. “You’re a lifesaver.”
She sends me a cheeky look. “No problem. I couldn’t help but come out anyways because you’re not wearing a shirt, big guy.” With that, the curvy girl takes the opportunity to step in close before running a small hand over my chest and down my abs. She leans closer to me, her breasts brushing against my chest as her lips nibble at my ear. “I like it, Mr. Crenshaw. Mmm, very nice.”
To be honest, I’m tempted to initiate some hot times right here, right now, out in the open, but instead I seize her lips for a kiss before swatting her hand away gently.
“You’re not going to distract me, sweetheart. I have some very important wood-chopping to get through otherwise we’re not going to have fuel for this evening’s entertainment. Remember? You wanted a roaring, crackling fire so that we can make love before it on a bearskin rug.”
Janelle bursts into laughter.
“I did not say that!”
I grin and drop my head to kiss her again.
“Maybe not, but I intuited it. Besides, don’t you love reading romance novels? That always happens in romance novels, right?”
She giggles.
“Oh right,” she says in a sassy tone. “Well, I’ll get the lube out so that we’re ready when the time comes. You bring the fire, and I’ll bring the lube.”
My cock jerks. Damn. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Fuck baby you’ve been so wet this weekend that we don’t even need lube,” I growl, blue eyes heated. But then I swat her ass once more. “Alright honey, you get back inside and wait. I’ll be done in a minute, and then I’ll show you what we can really do with that lube.”
Janelle wears a smug expression as she leans up on her tiptoes to give me another heated kiss before turning to saunter off. I watch as she strolls away, her hips swaying from side to side, ass jiggling in a sensuous rhythm.