Crude Lube Ch. 01

Tawny sat at the bar of some hole in the wall watering hole she found while passing through this small, stuck in the land run days of Oklahoma, town. Her head was propped up by her hand as she mindlessly stirred at her now warm drink, which she had ordered hours ago.

In the background, someone had put on some old country song she wasn't paying much attention to as her foot tapped at the bar's wooden front with the tip of her toe. The dimly lit room was filled with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the air thick with the sound of clinking glasses and muffled conversations. The bar was a haven for the town's working class to unwind after a long day's work.

She was bored and unsure what she wanted as entertainment, but after weeks on the road, Tawny was open to any entertainment. Her mind wandered to the places she had been, the people she had met, and the experiences she had had. She was a wanderer, a free spirit, always seeking the next adventure.

Around her, the usuals in this run-down town drifted in for an after-work beer, and their chatter about their daily lives made Tawny chuckle softly to herself. Topics ranged from the cattleman who spent the day fixing fence that the cows tore down, to the local mechanic who finally had a paying job but couldn't get parts in, and everything else in between that was a form of employment.

As time passed, Tawny had plenty of invitations from the male population in the bar to 'show her a good time,' but none sparked her interest or had enough teeth to charm her. She was used to this kind of attention, but it never failed to amuse her.

Finishing her drink, she got up and went to the ladies' room to relieve herself. Washing her hands (which we should all do), she glanced at her reflection in the old, spotted glass. Her red curls cooperated today, which helped frame her heart-shaped face nicely and was the reason for her parents gifting her with the name she bore. There was a smattering of light brown freckles against her nose and cheeks, her brown doe eyes darting over her reflected likeness.

It was no surprise that Tawny had caught the eye of the bar's patrons. Her appearance, a stark contrast to the typical bottle-dye blondes that seemed to be a uniform in the area, made her a new and intriguing option. She stood out with her natural red curls.

Tawny made her way back to the bar to pay for her lone drink, ready to head back to her temporary lodging for the evening at the dingy motel built in the 50s. But something across the room caught her eye.

He stood at the other end of the bar where she sat. Tawny estimated he had to be at least 6ft tall, and the man was as broad as he was tall, with tree trunks for arms marked with tattoos. His dark hair, slightly shaggy, matched with a neatly trimmed beard.

Based on his attire of boots, dirty blue jeans, and the stained short-sleeved shirt, he had to be in a blue-collar field, possibly an oil field, it was hard to tell sometimes, the outfits they donned for their daily lives all looked more or less the same. But there was something about him that piqued Tawny's curiosity.

Sliding up to her spot at the bar, she suddenly became interested in staying longer since there was finally a change in the scenery. She couldn't help but anticipate, like all the other suitors before him, that he too would take a shot at showing her a good time.

Shortly after ordering another drink, her wishful thinking was granted in reality as the burly man who would soon be her conquest walked up next to her to order his drink.

While waiting for the bartender, he shot Tawny a dazzling smile, a smile full of mischief and promise that was impossible to resist.

"I've never seen you around here before, bet you must be an out-of-towner." He said in a deep baritone voice that sent a pool of heat to the space between Tawny's thighs.

Tawny smirked at him and nodded, "That I am, you are?" She asked as the bartender returned with his beer.

He put some money on the bar top, thanking the tender as he turned his attention back to Tawny, a half grin attached to his face.

" My name is Shepard, but everyone calls me Shep. You are?" his green eyes darting over her face, then down her body.

She extended her hand to him and replied, "My name is Tawny, it's a pleasure to meet you, Shep."

His brow raised slightly, but he reciprocated her handshake; she could feel the rough calluses from years of hard labor and pictured those hands around her throat and other places on her body. "Tawny? What an interesting name for an interesting woman."

She chuckled at his response, " Yes, Tawny, my parents had a sense of humor and more or less named me after my hair."

Shep took another swig of his beer and leaned against the bar top. "Well, Tawny, how long are you in town?"

She crossed her legs, grateful for choosing to wear shorts tonight since the heat was sweltering, which allowed Shep to taste a part of her slender body.

"Not long, I'm just passing through." She raised a brow at him. " Why do you ask, Shep?" she asked coyly.

Shep Chuckled, running a hand over his beard, "Well, since you are my guest, I would like to tour my humble town if you would be so inclined."

She flipped her hair back from her shoulder and flashed him a bright smile, "A tour of your town? That sounds educational. When would this tour take place?"

Shep leaned forward, positioning himself closer so he was just a short distance from his thigh brushing hers. "Now, if you are finished with your drink, there are a few spots in this county that look quite enchanting when the full moon is in the sky."

Tawny let out a soft giggle, stirring her drink with her straw, and she shifted her leg, crossing her legs again so that both of their legs were touching. She didn't miss how his nostrils flared at the contact.

"Well then, let me just finish my drink, and you can show me these so-called enchanting spots."

Shep tipped the last of his beverage back, placing more cash under his empty; she eyed him curiously. he replied, "I'm paying for your drink."

Tawny followed suit, draining the last of hers before sliding off her barstool to stand. When she did, she was able to get a sample of the rigid body this man possessed (when she stood her body pressed against his). Shep placed a large, calloused hand at the small of her back, guiding Tawny towards the door.

Once outside, he started to steer her towards an old square box Chevy. As they walked, he asked her, "We'll take my truck since some of the spots require 4WD (4x4) to get to."

Tawny shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, enjoying his hand on her back. "That sounds reasonable, I walked over here from the motel anyway," and pointed at her vehicle parked out in front of her room.

As they neared the truck, he guided her past the passenger side, around the front of the vehicle, and opened the driver's side door for her. Inside the cab was an old bench seat.

She looked up at him, "Is there something wrong with the other door?"

Shep chuckled at her and shook his head, "No, there isn't anything wrong with the other door, I just wanted something pretty to sit next to me, is all." With a wink, he gestured towards the open door, "Ladies first."

Tawny gave his chest a light pat. "With charm like that, how could I possibly say no?"

Then she climbed inside the truck, taking her spot in the middle. The vehicle was a manual, so she had to place a leg on either side of the stick shift.

Shep slid into the cab next to her, after starting the truck up and putting it in gear; he rested his free hand on the inside of her thigh. Tawny bit her bottom lip, feeling his hand now on her exposed skin. She could tell he was talking to her, but she couldn't focus past his large, warm hand.

Before she knew it, they were pulling up to a gas station, and Shep was getting out of the truck, asking if she wanted anything from inside the store while he filled up with fuel.

She offered to go in to look at the store contents, and Shep responded by digging out his wallet and handing her a small wad of cash. "Just tell whoever is working the register that it's me and to turn on the pump while you get whatever it is you want, make sure to get me a 20-pack of Budweiser, the cans, not the bottles."

Tawney slipped out of the truck, taking the cash that he had handed her. As she went to walk away Shep smacked her ass, muttering under his breath "hate to see them go, but love to watch them leave."

Walking inside the store, she found the clerk first, a young man in his early teens running it. She handed the young man some cash, and she informed him that it was Shep, and he said to turn on the pump for him. Then, she asked for the women's rooms.

Thankfully, it was a one-stall restroom. Tawney relieved herself and dug through her purse, finding the small travel bag she carried.

Prep for the evening, she chuckled to herself, finishing up at the sink, and applied some fresh deodorant, perfume, and a splash of mouthwash carried in her bag before going to grab the beverages for herself and Shep.

Strutting up to the counter once more, she paid for the fuel and commodities she purchased, and at the same time, Shep came in.

Flashing him a bright smile, Tawny handed him back the leftover change, tucking it away in his right front pocket. "The clerk was just about to hand me the receipt. Would you like that as well?" She asked him coyly.

He hooked a finger around her belt loop and pulled her closer at her invitation.

" I wouldn't mind my receipt," he said with that cocky half grin that he bore.

With that, she tucked his receipt away in his front pocket again, giggling, eyeing the slight bulge in his jeans.

"Are you ready?" Tawny asked her question, holding a double meaning.

After a quick good-bye to the clerk, Shep guided Tawny back out to the truck, his hand once more placed on the small of her back as he carried their drinks with his free arm. Sliding back in the truck and getting back on the road, he turned the radio on to a local station for background noise. "Let's play a game, darlin'." Shep offered, "It's a bit of a drive to the spot I have in mind."

Reaching for a stray curl, she turned her head to look at him, seeing a kind of promise he didn't say aloud written upon his face that was illuminated in the light of the radio. "Sure, I enjoy road games, but isn't it a little dark to be playing road games?"

Shep chuckled a deep rumbling from his chest, shaking his head as his hand inched its way up her thigh.

"Well then, what game do you want to play, Shep?" Tawny asked him, shifting her body in a way that pressed closer to his side while also allowing her legs to spread wider for his exploring hand.

Shep let out a husky "Mmm..." of approval at the real estate she gave him, "I was thinking truth or dare, my little deer." He told her in a low tone.

"Oh, that'll be fun." Tawny replied, "I'll go first. Shep, do you pick Truth, or do you pick Dare?" She challenged him; there was a brief pause in the game as he made a left turn. "I chose dare," he finally replied.

"Then I dare you to tell me a secret no one else knows about you?"

A deep laugh erupted from him as she asked her dare, with his free hand only a few inches from the legs of her shorts. "Little Deer, that is not a very good dare, but in the spirit of the game, I will oblige you."

His fingers tapped her inner thigh as the cab fell quite again before Shep finally gave her a reply. "One thing we keep a secret in my family is that I'm adopted by my dad. My mother had me when she was in high school and my bio dad left her, hell, left the whole county even."

Tawny choked on her drink at his revelation. "Shep, I am so sorry, I didn't expect you to get so personal."

Patting her inner thigh, he laughed at her reaction, "It's okay, doll, if you want to make me feel better, I dare you to show me what you've got hiding underneath that shirt and hand me a beer. "

A deep blush crept into her cheeks, grateful that the only source of light was from the dash, "Fine in the spirit of the game," She said, throwing his own words right back at him, "But first a beverage."

Leaning away from him, she twisted her body to reach over by the passenger door, where the box of his beer sat. When she twisted her ass was in full view for Shep to see, he seized the opportunity to use his still free hand, running it up the back of her legs, brushed briefly over her now hot, wet, mound to cup one of her cheeks.

Flustered, she shifted back, handing Shep his requested beverage before reaching for the hem of her plain black T-shirt, then pulling it up over her head, she felt the heat in her face and between her thighs increase.

Her pert, b cup tits now exposed to his gaze. The thought alone caused her nipples to harden with her wanton desire. The truck rolled up to what looked like a wire gap gate, and Shep shifted into neutral and applied the parking brake before turning his attention to her pale flesh.

"Well... that is a beautiful sight, little deer..." Shep rasped, lust now lacing his deep voice, causing Tawny to pant slightly with her own need.

"You dared me, now it's your turn." She spoke. "Truth or dare, Shep?" She asked him.

He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles showing tight as he did. "I chose Dare, but I need to get this gate first." With that, he exited the truck to open said gate, she couldn't help but notice the now rather prominent bulge that strained against his denim.

Watching him from the cab of the truck she was grateful he chose to get the gate, two reasons, first being she got to see the muscles he possessed protrude from under his shirt, second being that it looked like it took a bunch of upper arm strength to even open that sucker.

Once it was opened, he made his way back to the vehicle, driving it through the gate and then stopping to close the gate behind them.

"Now what exactly do you dare me to do?" he asked once back in the truck.

Tawny slid over to him, trailing her right hand across the expanse of his stomach and to his belt buckle, running her nose softly against his ear as he drove.

She whispered into it, " I want you to show me what you have hiding underneath your shirt, handsome."

Her right hand skimming back up his stomach under his tee, brushing against the soft trail of hair that started at his belly button, running down past his waistband, her hand moving up towards his left ribs, blindly feeling the expanse of taut and toned man flesh. She felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her naked top half against him.

"That is something I can comply with; we have arrived at our destination anyway," he replied.

Putting the vehicle in park and then sliding the bench seat back, giving Tawny room to straddle his lap, freeing his arm, giving Shep the ability to pull off his shirt. Tawny couldn't help but ogle once he got it off; she was able to glimpse his chest in the full moonlight that trickled into the truck cab.

He had broad shoulders and lean arms; his leathered hands found their way back on her hips.

Her hands now ran up over his chest and behind his neck, tangling one through his thick black hair. Leaning into him, she brushed her nose against his, her voice low, heavy with lustful need,

"Where did you bring me, Shep? Looks like there's nothing here, but Prairie, cattle, and the night sky."

She felt his hands start to work small circles with his thumbs, moving upward towards her breast till he cupped them in his hands, running his thumbs over her hard nipples.

"Behind you, little deer, off in the distance is an old pump jack that was installed back in the early 60s. It is still in use today, pumping sweet black crude out of the red dirt."

When she gasped at his touch, he closed the gap between their lips, kissing her gently at first before deepening it.

Tawny pressed herself into his touch, her hips grinding against him slowly using his painfully hard bulge to press against her needy clit.

Resting her forehead against his, breaking the kiss briefly, "I thought when you meant a tour of your town, we would actually be in town."

She panted teasingly. She felt his hands move over her soft skin, across her trim belly, over the curve of her ribs, then up her slender back. Eventually, they found their way down to the button on her shorts.

Shep gave her another kiss before trailing them down her jaw and to her neck, muttering against her skin, "I think you were the one who said it would be educational," before one of his large hands quickly slipped inside her underwear.

His deft fingers seeking between her wet lips to find her hungry, wet hole. Tawny Groaned and pressed into him, guiding his lips down to her breast. Taking her guidance, she felt him take it in his mouth at the same time he slipped two of his thick fingers inside her.

Tawny jerked at the stimulations, causing a low moan to escape her. Shep pumped his fingers inside her slowly at first, pressing his palm against her clit so Tawny could grind against it, then gradually building up his pace.

The cab was filled with the sound of Tawny's moans and her wet pussy as Shep worked her over. Her small form clinging to his large one, his left arm wrapped around her, his hand tangled in her curls. She bucked her hips wildly against his hand her orgasm building until she couldn't resist it anymore, she heard his moan of approval when she came for him, her pussy clamping down around his fingers and coating them with cream.

Tawny dug her nails into his shoulders as he worked her through orgasm. He gave her collarbone a smattering of kisses before muttering "good girl" into her ear.

She braced herself by leaning her arm against the driver's side window and grabbing the seat with the other hand. Her chest heaving from her insane climax. Shep slowly pulled out his fingers making sure to run them across her swollen clit, spreading her creamy cum over the small nub of her clit before completely withdrawing his hand from her shorts.

Tawny squirmed as she watched him put those fingers in his mouth and suck them clean then grabbed a swig of his beer that rested in the cupholder.

His cocky smile on his face " that was just the warmup round baby doll." he told her with a wink.

Tawny shook her head, taking his beer from his grasp to take a swig herself.

"Just the warm-up?" she asked, raising a brow. Still straddled across his lap, his bulge pressing against her inner thigh.

Shep chuckled at her and nodded, reaching up to run one of his enormous, calloused thumbs over her still hard nipple. She shifted under his touch, feeling the heat return between her thighs.

A soft "mm mm.." emanated from Tawny as Shep continued his slow, rhythmic rubbing. Alternating between both her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

She started to grind against him, the friction doing nothing but enflame her need to see what strained against his jeans. Tawny snaked her hands over his toned barrel chest, down to his jeans. Working him free from the confines of the denim.

What she found was large, thick, and hot—running her hand over his length and across the top of the mushroom head, finding a small bead of liquid at the tip.

Shep leaned his head against the back window of the truck cab, a low groan of lust-filled pleasure leaving him as she stroked.

Tawny felt his hands go from soft and tender to heavy and needy as they worked from her breast down to her hips and ass. Digging his fingers into her flesh as she continued stroking his member.

"Everything okay, Shep?" She asked him huskily,

His response to her question was a sharp buck of his hips into her working hand, followed by a nod of his head.

Tawny kept up her stroking, leaning forward to plant kisses upon his heaving chest, feeling his hands slide up her bare back, one hand trailing up the back of her neck to grip it firmly.

Abruptly, Shep wrapped his other arm around her middle, and in one swift movement, he had her lying on her back. His hands made quick work of her shorts, pulling them off to sling them on the passenger floorboard of the truck, but tucking her thong he removed in his jean pockets.

Then, kicking the driver's door open, he stepped out and removed his pants, slinging them over the bed of the truck, standing before her stark naked.

His nude form was bathed in the moonlight; she propped herself up to get a better view. Tawny's eyes roamed over him, taking in the toned, lean body, seeing just enough in the moon to make out what would be a handful of tattoos across his chest and beefy arms.

As he stood before her, she slowly spread her legs for him, showing her damp, swollen mound. Shep gave her a low appreciative whistle.

"My, My, My, now this is one heck of a sight." He said, taking a step forward to her, using his hands to grasp her by the hips and slide her to the edge of the seat.

She watched him, breast heaving with anticipation, as his hands moved from her hips to the inside of her thighs. Shep took one of his thumbs, rubbing is slowly over the outside of her wet slit then working it over the top of her sensitive nub.

Tawny's hips bucked into his palm, a low, sultry moan coming from her.

"OoOOh, Shep....' She begged him

His husky voice answered her needy one. "Yes, little deer? Is there something you need?" His thumb was still working her nub over, using her wetness to lubricate her as he pressed a rough digit into her.

She gasped loudly at the sudden penetration paired with clitoral stimulation. Tawny ground her hips, panting heavily as her climax built.

"That's a doll, give me what I want," he growled at her. She felt him pick up his pace and apply more pressure to her nub, which sent her over the edge.

Tawny's back arched, legs quivering as her climax hit her, he pumped his fingers in her as she came, prolonging her orgasm. She could hear the wet sounds coming from her cunt as he toyed with her, but she wanted more than just his burly hands.

"SHEP!!.." she cried as her climax rolled over into another, taking her breath away.

At the peak of her second orgasm, he dragged out his fingers, then pushed his member deep into her quivering cunt. Tawny clamped her thighs down against his ribs when she felt him bury deep into her cervix.

"aaaAAHhh.." she mewled as Shep filled her full, grateful for the warmup round.

He started with slow, measured thrusts. Tawny panted and writhed under his ministrations. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses as he worked her inside and out towards another earth-shattering climax.

Upon her release she overheard Shep in a deep tone "that my good girl tawny, I like it when you cum for me."

She arched her back and opened her thighs to Shep's large, domineering form. He hadn't stopped with his slow steady fucking after her climax and with his mushroom head rubbing against her tight walls, Tawny submitted to the pleasure he brought and creamed his cock once more.

The pleasure rolled over her in waves, her newfound play toy steadily pumping her full of his cock reached up to wrap one of those strong hands around her throat.

"Look at me little deer, I want to see your pleasure as you cum for me," Shep demanded.

The moment was so erotic, Shep balls deep inside her, the rocking of the truck, wet, sloppy sounds of him thrusting deep inside her, his massive hand on her throat. When she brought her eyes up to his, she felt his hand tighten slightly, sending her over the edge once more.

Shout out to my friend, co-writer, and editor, quietstorm.

there will be a CH2.