CH 24 - #starving
#starving
Luke
Songs: “Any Man of Mine” and “Man! I Feel Like A Woman!” by Shania Twain
I finished my horse training ahead of schedule and took the opportunity to drive into town to pick up something for Madison. When I arrived home, her red BMW was parked out front. All external repairs had been done, the car appearing as if a tornado hadn’t flipped it on its side.
After parking my truck beside it and getting out, I looked through the passenger-side window, noticed the barbed-wire halo I’d made for Madison hanging from her rearview mirror, and smiled. I was happy to know she kept it.
Approaching my front porch steps, I heard music coming from inside my cabin.
When I opened the door, my jaw hit the floor.
Madison was in the kitchen with her back to me, wearing only a white apron, a white lace thong, and the cowgirl boots I bought for her.
She was also dancing around and singing along with the song, Shania Twain’s “Any Man of Mine,” as her silky red hair brushed back and forth across her waist. I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be witnessing what she was doing, but I couldn’t look away.
I kept standing at the end of the entry hall, watching Madison.
As the lyrics, “Well, any man of mine better disagree when I say another woman’s lookin’ better than me.
And when I cook him dinner, and I burn it black, he better say, mm, I like it like that, yeah,” played, she swirled the wooden spoon in her right hand in the air while continuing to sway her hips seductively, totally caught up in the moment. Then she spun around and saw me.
“Oh!” she said, smiling, her cheeks turning red.
I melted right where I stood. Madison was so damn cute, adorable, and sexy all in one. I walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come home this soon, but I’m happy you’re here,” she said.
I looked her up and down. “I’m really happy to be here. You float my boat, woman.”
“You float mine too.” She glanced at the bouquet of daisies I was holding. “Did you get those for your girlfriend?”
“Yep.”
“You sure do treat her well.”
“She treats me like a king.”
“As she should.”
I handed Madison her flowers. She hugged them to her, looked back up at me, thanked me, and asked if I was hungry.
“Starving,” I said.
“Supper has about thirty minutes to go.”
“What are we having?”
“Smothered pork chops in brown gravy, green beans, new potatoes, sweet tea, and peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.”
“Sounds delicious. I’m going to grab an appetizer to hold me over.”
“I didn’t make any.”
“You’re going to be my appetizer.”
I took her daisies from her, set them on the island with my cowboy hat, and faced Madison again, picking her up under her arms and setting her fine peach-shaped ass on the counter beside the sink.
After pulling her thong down her legs, I tossed it over my shoulder as country music continued streaming.
Then I got down on my knees, held up the front of Madison’s apron, and leaned in, giving her pussy a long lick.
She sighed and tangled her fingers in my hair, keeping her eyes on me, about to worship her even more.
After licking her pussy again, I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue.
Madison pulled at my hair and tightened her legs around my back.
I kept arousing her until I knew she was close to cumming, apparent in the deep moaning breaths she was taking.
That was my cue to stand up. Once I had, I undid my belt and jeans, pulled my dick out of my boxer briefs, and thrust it into Madison, fucking her hard as I held onto her waist with one hand and kept myself steady with my other against the cabinet.
“Cum for me, baby,” I breathed, my forehead pressed to my lover’s.
A few seconds later, she lost control, moaning louder than I’d ever heard her do.
I was right behind her, grunting while filling her pussy.
Afterward, we stayed in position, catching our breath.
Once we had, we looked at each other, my dick still inside Madison as she kept her legs wrapped around me.
“That was a hell of an appetizer,” I said.
“It sure was.”
“I’m still hungry.”
“For food or me?”
“Both.”
“You and I will have another round after we eat supper and have dessert.”
“Damn straight we will.”
We sat at my dining table to eat, me in what I’d worn to work, and Madison still wearing her apron and cowgirl boots, but nothing else. It was a hell of a challenge for me to focus on our meal with her looking like she did.
As she went to the kitchen to get us some peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream on top, I kept my eyes on her.
Seeing the sway of her hips and the little jiggle of her ass cheeks, I took a deep breath and shook my head.
Madison was my greatest fantasy, always keeping me on my toes and turned on.
The way she was about her body, not being modest and showing it off to me, I loved.
She was totally comfortable around me, like I was her.
After we finished eating dessert, I pushed my bowl away from me. “I am stuffed,” I said, leaning back against my chair.
Madison smiled. “I like watching you eat. You have such a hearty appetite.”
“If you keep feeding me meals like this, I’ll go up a size or two in my jeans.”
“No, you won’t because you’re so active.”
I looked her up and down, sitting to my left. “I was surprised when I walked inside my cabin and saw you dressed like that.”
“I was surprised to catch you watching me doing my thing in your kitchen.”
“You were having loads of fun, I could tell.”
“Especially with Shania Twain’s music playing. Whenever I hear her song, ‘Man! I Feel Like A Woman!’ I could kick a door off its hinges.”
“I could see you easily doing that,” I chuckled.
After I get all these dishes and the kitchen cleaned up, there’s something I would like you to let me do to you.”
I cut my eyes at her. “What are we talking about here?”
“It’s sexual.”
“Getting kinky on me?”
“I just want to give you pleasure. You put so much of yourself into making me feel good, so…”
“What do you have in mind to do to me?”
“Nothing extreme. I’m not going to handcuff you to your bed or anything like that, but would you happen to have a bandana or scarf around here somewhere?”
“I have several bandanas.”
“I need only one.”
“Are you going to blindfold me?”
“Sure am, while you lie on your back in bed, buck-ass naked, and let me have my way with you.”
“I’ll allow it on one condition. You don’t put anything up my ass. Not your finger, nothing.”
Madison threw her back, laughing, then looked at me. “Wait a minute, mister. Have you forgotten that you fucked my ass with your thumb while you fucked my pussy with your big dick?”
“Nope, but still.”
“Fair is fair.”
“Not happening.”
“You’d probably enjoy me touching you like you did me.”
“I’m a man, so no.”
“Gender doesn’t matter.”
“Does to me. Nothing is supposed to go in my ass, only come out.”
Madison laid her head on the table and burst out laughing again, her shoulders bouncing. “Oh my gosh, my sides hurt,” she said, sitting up straight and wiping her eyes.
“So what’s it going to be?”
“I won’t violate you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Good, because if I felt anything start going up me, I’d fly off my bed so fast.”
Madison started laughing again and had me doing it.
“You’re so much fun to me,” I said, reaching for her hand and holding it.
“I have a blast with you, doing the simplest things.”
“Would a simple life be enough for you from now on?”
She searched my eyes, finally nodding. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted, plus peace.”
“Me too.”
“I’m going to get all the supper stuff cleaned up. You keep sitting there, relaxing and letting your food digest.”
“I can’t let you tackle the dishes by yourself.”
“Yes, you can and you will. Do you understand me?” Madison asked, grinning, one of her perfectly arched eyebrows raised.
I grinned back. “Yes, ma’am.”
“While I’m cleaning up and you keep sitting there, I’m jamming to some more Shania Twain.”
I held up my finger. “I’ve got you covered.”
Madison stood up, gave me a quick kiss, picked up our dishes off the table, and headed to my kitchen.
I watched her again as I pulled my cellphone from my pocket.
After opening my music app, it immediately connected to my sound system.
A few seconds later, I tapped play on the second Shania Twain song that Madison had mentioned and turned up the volume.
When she heard the intro lyrics, “Let’s go, girls!”, she made a sexy stance with her arms up in the air, and her biteable ass shifted to her left. Then she started shaking it to the beat of the music, entertaining the hell out of me.
She kept bebopping around, dancing while steadily making my kitchen spic and span.
Right before the song reached, “Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel. Man, I feel like a woman!” Madison started strutting toward me, then sang those lyrics into my wooden spoon, smiling.
When she reached me, she sat on my lap, looked over her shoulder, kissed me, and got up, heading back to my kitchen while I canvassed her body with my eyes.
One way or another, I was going to marry her.