The Encounter

The Encounter

By: Feenix

It had been forever since she had just gone out for the hell of it. Her life consisted of routine, routine, routine - and work. The spontaneity option had left a while ago, and she was beginning to feel desperate for something unexpected to come along and provide her with a jolt of newness. Never did she imagine she would run into him...

Callie started her Saturday the usual way: shower, emails, chore list, projects. The day would normally drain on and finally around 10pm she would, take another shower and collapse into bed. Not today! Today some force stirred within her - a long-suppressed craving for change.

Last weekend she spotted a beautiful, blue '84 Chevy K10 for sale and she couldn't get the truck out of her mind. She had already called her banker and made the arrangements to get the funds, just in case, but hadn't fully expected herself to go through with it. Today, under the hot water of her morning shower, she decided to do something unexpected and buy the truck.

She threw on black leggings, a tan tank, and denim jacket. Donned her new favorite pair of Hey Dudes and gathered her bag. She phoned her friend Chad as she filled up her Stanley with ice and water, it was nearly 9am.

Chad answered the phone with a groggy, just-woke-up grumble.

"Hey, Callie. What's up?" He managed to say.

"Hey, Chad. Sorry to wake you up, but do you remember that Chevy I told you about? The one for sale in Mooresville?"

"Yeah, I remember it."

"Would you be willing to go look at it with me today? I think I'm gonna buy it but want you to help me look it over mechanically."

Yeah, sure!" Chad perked up, his groggy voice disappearing. "I'll get Sam up and ready and we will head there to meet you!"

"Great! Thanks! See you soon!"

Callie grabbed her bag, checked her eyeliner and hair in the mirror by the door, pulled her keys from her purse and headed out the door. Thinking she would only be gone for a little while before returning, she locked the door and headed for her truck.

There was something in the air - or maybe it was in Callie herself. A pep in her step or a strut of confidence that she hadn't felt in a long time. She rolled her window down and blasted her favorite playlist. She swayed her hand in the breeze as she drove and felt weightless in the exhilaration of her spontaneous choice.

Thirty minutes later, she pulled into the lot. The blue chevy wasn't there in the yard. Her heart nearly sank as she parked and got out. Walking up to the door, she was greeted by a tall gentleman with a calming voice.

"Good morning, ma'am! How are you doing today? What brings you in?"

Trying to mask her panic, she managed to say, "I'm here about the Chevy."

"Oh, are you the lady I talked to earlier this week?"

"Maybe." She breathed, realizing she had been holding her breath in anticipation.

"Sure, sure." The man replied. "It's not here," he started to say, Callie's heart plummeted into her Hey Dudes. "If you don't mind waiting 15 minutes or so, I took it back to the garage. I'll go get it."

"Not at all!" Callie's heart rejoined her chest as she beamed. Her fear and disappointment melted away in an instant. "I'll be more than happy to wait."

"Okay, great! I'll be right back!" The man said over his shoulder as he walked inside to grab his keys.

Callie stood on the lot, trying to hide her giddiness. Her mind kept racing and battling itself, telling her this wasn't a good decision, she didn't need this truck, but yes, she did, and how much fun she was going to have with it, and learning on it and personalizing it. About the time she repressed the last internal voice of negativity, her friend Chad and his wife Sam pulled up. Callie and Chad had been friends since their school days, and he was almost like a big brother to her. Chad had been a helicopter mechanic in the Navy so Callie trusted his knowledge of motors and would not have felt comfortable buying this truck without his opinion.

"Hey y'all! Callie said as Chad and Sam walked over to her. She hugged Sam first, then Chad. Chad always gave big, full body, hugs. The kind that made you feel safe and like he could throw you over his shoulder at any moment if he chose to.

"Hey, Cals." Chad said as he moved in for his hug. "Where is this truck you want to buy?" His eyes darting around to all the cars on the lot.

"The guy took it back to the garage."

No sooner had the words finished leaving her mouth when a noticeable, low rumble of an engine reached their ears. Then they saw it! Gleaming blue and purring, she pulled into the lot. This was definitely a truck that demanded attention. The guy parked it on the pad out front, turned it off and hopped out of the cab. Hopped, yes, hopped. They popped the hood and Chad grilled the salesman for more of the specific details that Callie knew he would know to ask about. Chad took the key from the salesman and cranked it up. The first turn-over ran through Callie like electricity and connected deep in her core, causing a heat to build in between her legs that hadn't been stoked in a long time. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back enjoying the sensation, just as Chad walked around and caught her. "Easy there youngin'!" He joked.

Looking at her with that glint in his eyes, knowing what the sound had just done to her.

"Alright, now that you've seen her, want to take her for a spin?" The salesman joked.

"Of course!" Callie exclaimed as she hauled herself up into the cab. Sitting behind the wheel just felt right. It would take some getting used to compared to her everyday driver, but that was something she was willing to do. Chad climbed up into the passenger side and buckled in. Sam and the salesman took a step back and went to sit on a bench and wait for their return. Callie grabbed the shifter on the column and dropped it into reverse. The engine roared to life, and the truck eased back. She pulled out onto the highway and resisted the urge to stomp on it while they were so close to the dealership. Turning the corner, she allowed herself to have a little fun and test it. The truck responded beautifully roaring, purring and gripping the pavement. She could only imagine what her face looked like at that moment - like a happy dog with its tongue hanging out. Chad chuckled as she took another turn then stomped it a little.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked smiling.

"Hell yeah!" Callie said, feeling a sense of freedom and exhilaration that she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

"You're buying this truck." Chad said matter-of-factly, like there wasn't even a choice anymore.

"Yes, I am." Callie said, more certain of this spontaneous decision than she thought she would be.

They pulled into a neighborhood so they could turn around and switch drivers. Chad took the wheel, not showing the same restraint as Callie, he stomped on the gas. The truck roared to life and took off down the road, Callie reached around for something to hold onto, but these old trucks didn't have the grab bars like new vehicles. This was thrilling and fun! Callie daydreamed about all the fun times she was going to have in this truck - taking it to car shows, driving it down to the island, heck, she was going to enjoy just driving it to the grocery store.

Before she knew it, they were pulling back into the dealership. Sam and the salesmen were there waiting on them. They hopped out of the truck and Chad started talking to the guy about it shifting hard from 2nd to 3rd and yaddy yah. Callie didn't care anymore. She wasn't worried about the problems. To her this wasn't a problem, this was a solution. She needed something to break her monotony, her routine. If this feeling is what people say men experience during a mid-life crisis, she could fully understand and empathize with them. This was her mid-life crisis - a jacked up, blue, '84 Chevy K10.

Sam and Chad turned and hugged Callie in congratulations on her purchase. Sam told Callie she was more than welcome to swing by their house after she was done here and hang out. On a normal day, Callie would have thanked Sam for her impromptu offer politely but not actually taken her up on it, but today something was different. Callie thanked them and saw them off, before heading into the showroom to complete her purchase.

Sam and Chad lived about 30 minutes south near the beach. Sitting at the light she debated going home and reveling in her new purchase or actually taking Sam up on her offer and going to hang out. She enjoyed hanging out with Sam and Chad, but she always made plans to do so, knowing a week or more sometimes beforehand. Each time she left, she always wished she hung out with them more. Today she decided enough was enough of waiting for plans. The light turned green, and she turned left towards Sam and Chad's house, towards the beach and towards whatever awaited her.

A short drive later, she pulled into Sam and Chad's driveway. Their dogs came out to greet her with wagging tails and sweet doggie kisses.

"You want a beer?" Chad called through the doorway.

"Yeah, I'll take a Cold Snap," Callie hollered back.

"Make it two!" Sam yelled.

The girls giggled. Callie always loved being at Sam and Chad's house. They had such an easy-going feeling about their home, that made you feel comfortable immediately. Conversation flowed easily for the next few hours as the friends chatted, laughed, joked and gossiped.

Chad went in while they were talking to shower and change for his shift at the bar.

"You coming with us up there tonight, Cals?" He asked, emerging from the bedroom in jeans, boots, a black shirt and a towel drying the water from his beard.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Callie responded.

Truth be told, she didn't want to go home yet. Her social battery was running low, and she needed to fill it. Less than an hour later, she was pulling into the Coastal parking lot behind Chad and Sam.

Coastal was every bit the stereotype of a divey beach bar. It was located underneath a restaurant on stilts, so the poles had been smartly outfitted with drink ledges, Crab trap buoys hung from the ceiling, snarky signs had been screwed to every post, the beer wells behind the bar were two Coleman coolers that had been chained to a homemade base, but the atmosphere was good, there were pool tables, cornhole and music. Locals who had been there since too-early were holding down their stools and a few frat looking boys were enthralled in a game of pool - none of them any good, but enjoying it all the same, when they walked in.

Sam walked behind the bar and hugged one of the bartenders. "Callie, Blake. Blake, Callie." He reached out and shook her hand. Callie smiled and Chad walked behind the bar and grabbed 3 beers from the fridge, popped them open and set two down in front of the ladies before rejoining them on the other side with his own.

"I have about an hour till my shift starts, so I can enjoy one with y'all before having to clock in." Chad said scanning the crowd.

"Wanna jump on a game of pool while the table's open?" He asked.

"Sure!" Sam answered.

Callie helped retrieve the balls from under the table while Sam chalked up the cue and Chad racked the balls. They were enjoying their game when a gentleman, of similar build, walked up and grabbed Chad roughly but playfully. Chad spun around and embraced him in one of his bear hugs before turning to introduce Callie to him.

"Callie, this is Cole. He works security here." Chad said motioning to the tall, strong, also bearded man standing next to him.

"Nice to meet you." Callie replied with a smile and a nod of her head.

The man then walked up to Sam and hugged her, kissing her cheek so Chad could see it.

"Hey, hey, you better knock that out." Chad said teasingly to Cole, knowing he meant nothing by it, other than trying to get a fake rise out of Chad.

Their evening progressed in high spirits. More of the locals began showing up after the sun went down and the din of the crowd started to rise. Most knew Chad and Sam and they made their rounds like pros, weaving in and out of different groups of people and introducing all of them to Callie. Chad's dad even showed up with his wife to play some pool. Sam and Callie sat at a table near them to chat while they played. Chad had clocked in, so it was just Sam and Callie now.

"I hope you don't expect me to remember everyone's names tonight." Callie said jokingly to Sam. "I think I'm going to have to revert back to my southern roots and just call everyone Darling."

Sam laughed a deep and true laugh and said that it would be just fine in a place like this.

From the safety of her barstool, Callie took a moment to scan the patrons. Her rich, blue eyes jumping from face to face, sometimes lingering on a handsome face for a moment or two longer. She occasionally locked eyes with one, but he would look away in a few seconds only to return and look away again. She smirked, none of them were her type of man. She wanted one that could hold her gaze with confidence and return it without looking away. She was snapped out of her quest by Sam who was waving her arms trying to get Callie's attention over at the bar. Callie grabbed her beer and walked over to Sam. Sam had been talking to the man on her right for some time now, but Callie hadn't paid him any mind because Sam had talked to so many people throughout the night. Sam touched his arm to get his attention when Callie walked up behind him. He spun on his barstool and stood up. With barely enough room for their beers between them, Callie had to look up at the man's face. He stood over her by quite a bit, at 6'7", Callie tipped her face up towards his, slowly taking him in and their eyes met. A spark, a tingle, a pulse of electricity shot through Callie. A momentary look crossed her face which she hid quickly hoping he hadn't seen it. A barely discernable smirk crossed his lips then disappeared. He had seen it and seen his first effect on Callie. He raised his hand to shake Callie's.

"I'm Jody," he said. His voice calm, confident, but with a slight laugh in it.

"Callie," Callie finally said shaking his hand.

The touch like a warm ember igniting a blaze within her again. Sam hadn't noticed the depth of the interaction, as she leaned around Jody to talk to Callie again.

"Callie, Jody needs our help with some girl issues he is dealing with." Sam said.

Jody sat back down on his stool with one foot up and his leg outstretched.

"Oh, yeah? Sure thing. Whatcha got goin' on?" Callie asked, swiveling her body to face Jody's never breaking eye contact with him.

An inner buried Callie emerged, and she was bold, dangerous, and fearless. She wanted to show Jody that she could be confident and intriguing at the same time. She wanted to win him.

"Well, I've got these two ladies." He starts out.

Looking at Callie to see if that statement sparked any looks of jealousy from her. His eyes glimmered but didn't betray his thoughts.

"One is a coworker who I have been crushing on for some time now, blonde, stellar looking." He switched his eyes from Callie to Sam.

"She has been kind of leading me on for a little while now. Like the other day I offered to drive her home after her shift. She accepted. We got in the car, I drove her home, we get out, we make out by the car, then she goes inside. I'm thinking, okay, cool, this is just the start. So, the next shift I offer again, she accepts, we do the same thing again, this time she puts her hands up my shirt."

He lifts the bottom of his burgundy cotton tee exposing ever so slightly his abs hidden beneath. Callie draws in a slow breath and takes a long pull on her beer.

Jody continues, "But again, nothing happens. She doesn't invite me inside, no see you later, nothing. She doesn't even flirt with me when we are working together."

"You have to admire her ability to compartmentalize." Callie interjected.

"Right!" Jody exclaimed bringing his deep brown eyes back to Callie's.

"I try again next shift, but this time, I get smart and invite her to my house. We do the same thing, make out by the car, come inside and she lays in bed and goes to sleep. No cuddling, no making out, no sex, nothing. I am literally laying in my bed wearing nothing but my boxers and she is in a tee shirt and panties and has no interest in doing anything with me. I lay there all night, wide awake, thinking about this. I mean look at me, I am 6'7" tall, tattoos, ride a motorcycle, what more do you ladies want?"

Their jaws were nearly on the floor listening to this part of the story. As girls, they couldn't imagine a fellow woman making out with this Viking god of a man, laying down in his bed and not doing anything with him.

"What is wrong with her?" Sam asked the question they were all thinking.

"Dunno," Jody replied sheepishly, throwing his hands up before continuing.

"So then, I start talking to this other girl at the bank," he said. "She is straightforward. We were dirt road riding, I stopped the truck, and she literally mounted me, right there. Full make-out session, feeling all over each other, the whole nine yards. Then she reaches down and grabs my junk."

He paused there for a moment, because all the girls, there were 3 or 4 more now listening intently to Jody's story. All of them leaning in, hanging on every word dripping from his southern drawled lips, and he was eating it up.

He continued miming the actions as he described them, "So I let her. I let her undo my belt, unzip my zipper and stick her hand down my boxers."

Callie's breath was coming in short shallow draws at this point as her imagination was following the ride Jody was taking her on. She was imagining sticking her own hand down his boxers, when Chad came up from behind and grabbed Jody with one arm and Callie with the other.

Callie jumped and didn't know if he had been listening to Jody's story or not, but Chad added, "Yeah, you got to watch out for this one, he's got a Pringle can down there!"

Pointing and laughing as he released his hold on them. Without hesitation, every girl standing around turned their eyes towards the crotch of Jody's pants. Damn Chad. Jody laughed at the newfound attention and jokingly swatted at Chad as he turned away to head behind the bar. Callie sought to control herself, but Jody was getting to her.

Deepening the intrigue, Jody continued, "Yeah, but you know as soon as she touched it, she got all shy on me and pulled back."

"What?!?" all the girls exclaimed at the same time.

"Oh no she didn't!" Sam said bobbling her head and snapping her fingers in a Z formation.

"What the hell?" One of the other girls asked.

"I'd have fucked her brains out right then and there for teasing me like that." Callie said as nonchalantly as possible, taking a long draw on her beer.

Jody's eyes snapped to Callie's and his mouth dropped open a little bit. Had she really just said that? Jody adjusted slightly on his stool to hide the hard on that was building in his pants. Callie downed the remainder of her beer, raised her eyebrows and a shoulder as if asking "What?" Jody started to nod slightly. Okay, he liked this one! He wanted to see if that was a single off-handed comment, or if she was really hiding something darker under those piercing blue eyes.

"Yeah, it was the strangest thing. Here I am thinking I'm gonna get lucky, then boom, nothing. It ain't like there is something wrong with the goods or anything."

"Okay, so what is the dilemma you need us to solve for you?" Callie asked, leaning across him to set her empty bottle on the bar and signaling the bartender with her eyes for another one.

"Right," Jody paused as the heat from Callie leaning over him momentarily caused him to forget where he was going with this story.

"I need to know which one? Which one do I pursue?" He continued, trying to play it cool, but adjusting himself more on the stool to avoid hitting her with his now growing erection.

"The one willing to make out, sleep with me, but not "sleep" with me, or the one that is forward, but backs out at the last minute?"

"Neither." Callie says returning upright with a fresh beer in hand.

"You pursue neither." Callie paused there, looking Jody in the eyes, deeply and lustily.

"They have already both shown you their true colors. The first is a User. She used you and led you on to get what she needed with only giving minimal effort back on her part. The second is a Tryer. She wants to try before she buys but never commits to the purchase. Neither will satisfy you or give you what you want."

Callie let the effect of her words sink in. The other girls were mewing with agreement and sensing the end of Jody's story began chatting amongst themselves.

Callie never broke eye contact with Jody after finishing her statement but slowly glancing over his shoulder she moved her lips towards his ear and whispered, "I would be willing to give you a blow job here and now if it would make you feel better."

She slowly pulled back from Jody's ear and watched as her words ran their course across his face. First the red hot of lust flushed his cheeks, then his eyes glimmered as his imagination ran wild and the scene played out in his mind, finally he put his hand up to his mouth to hide the boyish grin that was winding its way across his face. His eyes flashed back to hers and there was no lie in them, just confidence and almost a daring, a daring wish to have him take her up on it. Just as the wave of lust was about to completely overtake Jody, Sam jumped off her barstool and pulled Callie away to play Chad and his dad in a partner's game of pool. Damn her. Damn pool. Jody looked up at the ceiling hoping to ground himself again. He was the one that was supposed to cause these feelings in others. Maybe he had finally met his match in Callie. Chad walked up with a pool cue in hand and took one look at him.

"You alright man? You look like she just broke you."

Struggling to regain his composure, Jody replied, "Yeah, man, I'm alright, but I'm gonna need a minute process what just happened."

"Alright man, cool, cool." Chad said slapping Jody on the back as he walked over to the pool table, oblivious to the daring interaction that had just occurred.

Jody downed his beer and signaled for another one. Never had a woman had this carnal of an effect on him. Then to just walk away and play pool like nothing happened. She was playing games she didn't know the rules to. Or did she?

He turned on his stool so he could watch her. He didn't want to be obvious, but he wanted to drink in every curve of her body from a distance. She laughed and joked with Chad and Sam as if nothing had happened, not even glancing his way to see if he was looking. She moved around the table with an ease, she had definitely played pool before, but she wasn't a shark. She made cute pouty faces when she missed simple shots and pumped her fist when she sunk a good one. He loved watching her set up her shots and lean across the table. Her tank was high necked, so he couldn't see down it to the bountiful mounds that lay trapped beneath, but her leggings hugged every curve on her lower half, and he loved the way her ass looked bent over the table. His mind flashed with fantasies of bending her over one of the pool tables, wrapping his hand around her neck and burying himself deep inside her. Her team was winning and only had the 8-ball left to sink. It was a perfectly set up shot. 8 ball corner pocket nearest him, she bent down to line it up and her eyes swept up slowly to meet his. She held his gaze as she took the shot and sunk it. Leaning up slowly she smiled slightly and returned her attention to the other members of her party.

Jody suddenly felt extremely hot. Even though the cool evening breeze off the bay was blowing in nicely, he felt like his body was on fire. He had to step outside to get this girl off his mind. Out on the walkway, he shook his arms, legs and head. His whole body felt tense. What kind of magic was this? No, this is not how things were done. He was the confident one. He knew how to ask for what he wanted, and right now he wanted her.

Callie had felt his eyes burning into her the entire game but refused to acknowledge them. Don't look. Don't look. She kept repeating to herself over and over. Make him chase. Make him act. It was the last ball, and the shot couldn't have been lined up any better. 8-ball corner pocket. But the pocket was directly in line with him. She knew this was her chance. She knew she could make this shot in her sleep. So, she lined it up then slowly raised her eyes to knowingly meet his. The tension was electric. She sunk the ball with no problem - inside she was celebrating! It would have ruined the intensity of the moment if she had missed. Raised herself slowly from the table then reverted to her friends like he wasn't there. Ooh! How guys hated that. She knew what she was doing and did it anyway. She wanted to unleash the feral tiger inside him and make him chase. She wanted him. He got up from his stool and went outside. She took a laughing drink from her beer and pushed him from her mind for a moment.

They racked the balls and played another game; this time her team wasn't so lucky. They lost by 3 balls but were having a grand time playing. When they started to rack the balls again, Jody emerged from around the bar with a look in his eyes that told her immediately the tiger had been awoken. He sauntered up to her and asked if she had been out to see the crab boats on the pier out back of the bar. Callie cocked her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Why no. I haven't seen any of the pier. This is my first time here." She replied sweetly and innocently.

"May I be the first to show you? I think my uncle's boat is docked out there as well, if you were interested."

Jody's words though innocent to other's ears, rang in hers as an acceptance of her earlier offer. Callie felt a familiar warmth beginning to grow in the depths of her core, her eyes met his and the lust glowed red beneath them. He was about to explode, and she could sense it.

"I'd love a tour," Callie responded as she began to follow Jody to the back of the bar.

Weaving in and out of people made it difficult to keep up with him, so she slipped a finger into his back pocket to help close the distance. He was burning, and she could feel his warmth through the denim. When they were almost to the door and the crowd cleared slightly, he reached around and took her hand. The contact nearly sent Callie into a puddle of ecstasy on the floor. His hands were calloused from whatever work he did and strong. Callie knew then she was going to do whatever it took to please this Viking of a man that seemed to be as enraptured with her as she was with him.

The pier was long, longer than it seemed and it stretched out into the water for what seemed like miles. The lights from the bar were fading and only the faint safety lights on the boats illuminated their path, but Jody led her on, further and further down the pier like he knew each step well. Callie walked behind him, still holding onto his hand for guidance until they came to the end. There was a bench, a boat and a railing. Jody pulled Callie's hand around him and led her to the railing. The view from the pier caused Callie to forget for a moment all the lusty thoughts she had earlier in the bar.

The water was still, the grasses rustled in the breeze, the stars danced with their reflection on the surface. She took in a deep breath of the cool night air and before she could let it all out, Jody pressed his body against the back of hers. A sharp inhale escaped her lips as Jody's deep voice breathed in her ear.

"Do you know what you were doing to me back there?"

His big, strong hands began wrapping around her hips, running up her core and tangling themselves into her hair. Callie's breaths came in short spurts as the heat built within her.

"I think you know, exactly, what you were doing."

Jody continued to breath into her ear and trailing down her neck, causing Callie to moan in delight as goosebumps raced across her body. Jody pressed himself fully against her backside and settled his now rock-hard member into the crevasse of her buttocks. Callie wanted him, she wanted to feel him inside her, but she did not want to rush any moment of this encounter.

"Does this mean you are taking me up on my offer?" She asked coyly, already knowing full well the answer.

"Your damn right I am," Jody said as he spun her around.

Taking his lips to hers as he bent down, Jody took kiss after kiss from her. His hands cupping both sides of her face he probed her mouth hungrily with his tongue wanting to savor every taste of her. Callie slid her hands under his shirt, feeling the abs she had gotten only a glance at earlier. They had been sculpted by hard work not hours in a gym, and his skin was soft like well worn leather. Jody's barrage of kisses moved from her mouth down to her neck, then to her collarbone. With quickness and ease, he slipped the denim jacket from her shoulders, then lifted her tank off in one sweeping motion, his eyes only breaking from hers for the moment it took for her shirt to pass over her head. Those beautiful mounds she kept cleverly covered earlier were now exposed and begged for him to bury his face in them. He knelt down so he would be in line with them and kissed the soft flesh between them. Noticing the clasp in the front of her bra he snickered. With deft hands he undid the clasp and let them free. They were perfect, large round mounds that filled his hands. The cool air against her exposed skin did nothing to calm the fire within Callie. Jody's hands were burning trails across her back, sides and breasts. His mouth taking in the fullness of one side then the other while his tongue teased her nipples to hard peaks. He was clearly skilled, but Callie wasn't going to allow him full control.

She slid her hands under his arms and pulled him to his feet, pressing her hand against his chest, he followed her lead, backing slowly away from the rail over to the bench where she sat him down. Stepping up into his legs, she pressed them apart with her knee so she could stand in front of him. Bending at the waist and leaning her exposed boobs towards his face she gingerly ran her fingers down his sides to the base of his shirt. He lifted his arms expectantly as she slowly lifted the garment up and over his head. Even with the dim light she could finally see all his tattoos. His left arm was covered, and it ran into a tribal design that snaked across his chest. His right-side rib cage had words she couldn't currently read encased in black roses and thorns.

She leaned in toward his ear and whispered to him, "Do you want me to help you feel better?"

He breathed heavily, "Woman, if your mouth ends up on my dick, I will definitely feel better."

Callie straightened slowly and knelt in front of him.

Her hands trailed up his legs from his ankles, all the way up and around his knees, and up the inside of his thighs, across the front of his pants, just barely gracing his member and up to his belt. The bulge in his pants told her all she needed to know. Callie raised up on her knees and breathed deep and warm across the bulge, causing Jody to let out a throaty breath. He was breathing deeply now, the anticipation growing with each movement of her hands. Callie worked her fingers back to Jody's belt as she continued to rub her mouth across him. Undoing the buckle with ease and pulling it free, she worked the button free from its hole. Jody slid down the bench laying himself out flatter and so he could see what she was doing better. If she kept up as she was now, seeing wasn't going to be his issue, keeping his eyes open instead of rolled back in pleasure, would be. Callie took hold of the zipper on his jeans and unzipped it painstakingly slow, ensuring each tooth released would echo across his body and build anticipation. She wasn't wrong, each tooth felt like it took an eternity to yield and made him writhe in anticipation at each one. He questioned momentarily if he would come early without her even touching him yet but quickly pushed the thought aside because he was going to hold out as long as necessary to feel that little mouth of hers wrap around him. By the time the zipper reached its end Jody was on the edge of a pleasure precipice that he couldn't wait to jump from. Callie slipped his jeans and boxers down below his hips and his hard cock bounced to attention at its newfound freedom. Pringle Can for real. Chad hadn't been lying. Jody's thick member was definitely going to be fun to put in her mouth.

Callie locked eyes with Jody and eased her way up to his erect cock. "You have four words you can say," she said firmly yet seductively. "Harder, softer, faster, slower."

He looked down at her and couldn't believe what he was hearing. Another one-off comment from her little mouth that rocked his world. She started at the base and licked slowly all the way to the tip. Jody writhed beneath her, reveling in the way her tongue felt against him. She started again at the base but took both balls gently in her hand and massaged them as she rounded the tip and put just the head in her mouth. Good God. Jody was about to explode! She had barely even started. Callie swirled the tip of his cock with her tongue before sliding the shaft into her mouth and all the way back in her throat. She swallowed and the movement of her throat muscles sent shivers through Jody's body. Using her hand at the base and matching the rhythm of her strokes with her mouth she worked him, in and out. Jody slid his hand onto the back of her head and held her hair.

"Faster," he breathed out.

He liked feeling the pumping motion but didn't force her head with his hand. She was skilled and he didn't want to interrupt, and just like he asked, she quickened her pace.

All Jody could do for a few minutes while Callie sucked him was close his eyes, breathe and feel everything.

He felt his orgasm rising, and not wanting to be rude, he asked her, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

Callie slid her mouth back up his cock, tensing at the point just under his head before releasing it and saying, "Yes, I want to taste all of you."

She quickly returned to his cock, keeping the same pace she had before, knowing he was on the verge of his orgasm and not wanting him to lose it. Jody's breaths began to quicken, his muscles tensed, and his grip in her hair tightened.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

He breathed shakily as his orgasm swept over him. Thick cum poured out of his tip and into her throat, coating it. She took it all, swallowing hard and moving her mouth slowly up and down his shaft to elongate the orgasm and allow him to fully cum.

When the last drop of sweet fluid stopped, Callie licked the tip playfully, wiped the corners of her mouth then licked her fingers, making sure none of it was wasted. Jody sat there on the bench drenched in post-orgasm sweat, head rolled back, body ignited by the rush of dopamine and oxytocin he was experiencing. He felt better. Better than he had in days. She had kept her word. Delivered on her promises. This blow job would live in his mind for ages and replay itself in his dreams.

Callie was on a high of her own. It had been many months since she had been with a man, much less a lifetime since she had been with a man like Jody. His pleasure gave her pleasure, and she loved hearing the satisfied groans that still escaped his lips as he lay sprawled out on the bench with her between his knees. He leaned up and took her face gently in his hands, kissing her forehead, then each cheek and finally her lips. He lifted her chin and brought their eyes together.

"Thank you for making me feel much, much better." He said with his beautiful drawl that now sang in her ears.

"Any time, handsome, any time." Callie replied sweetly.

Jody's eyes got that devilish glint again as he looked down at her. "Is that so?" he goaded.

Callie caught the tone in his voice, looked up, saw the glint in his eyes and playfully batted his knee. "Don't be greedy," she teased.

"Next time I'm the one that needs to feel better."

"It's a deal," he said, stealing one last kiss before hiking up his pants and helping Callie to her feet.

The pier would never be the same for him after this encounter.