Sex on Fire

"Excuse me, Andrea."

I twirled around holding a coffee pot, and looked at Mrs Jameson and Miss Hill. These matronally looking ladies came in every other day to luncheon, but now they were glaring very disapprovingly at a table occupied by a group of rowdy young men.

I rested a hand on my hips and looked sweetly at the old biddies.

"Yes Mrs Jameson, what can I do for you today?" I inquired politely while moving the coffee pot towards her empty cup. Quicker than one would have expected, she pulled her cup away.

Whatever!

I looked more carefully and followed her gaze.

"Miss Ethal and I came here for a nice peaceful lunch, Andrea, and to be quite honest, those boys over there," she tilted her head in the direction of the noise, "are making it almost impossible for anybody to enjoy themselves today," she sniffed snobbishly, "if you don't mind me saying so!"

Not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep a straight face.

Obviously not intent on making a scene she was however, clearly miffed by this inconsiderate behaviour. Truthfully, her complaint wasn't entirely uncalled for, but no one else seemed to mind the high spirits and I wondered how much of this was pure snobbery. However, not wanting to upset a regular, I humored her, and leaning forward I spoke, my voice barely audible above the hubbub coming from the offending table.

"No problem Mrs Jameson, I'll just mosey on over there and ask them to quieten down a bit." Both ladies nodded agreeably and beamed well meaning smiles at me. As I moved towards the noisy ensemble, I heard Miss Ethal comment on how much she loved my funny, foreign accent.

Looking at the four guys who were causing a so-called commotion as I approached the table, it was obvious they were a close-knit group. They weren't bad looking either, although two of them, with an uncanny likeness, were decidedly better looking than the other two.

Probably brothers, I mused, coming to a halt at the end of the table.

Holding my coffee pot as a sort of weapon in front of me, I waited. I'd seen them watching me walking towards them, even if they pretended not to be. I even saw one of them raise his eyebrows when I accentuated the swing of my hips more than usual.

Although I enjoy the attention the male diners give me, the hip swing thing is more about making sure they don't forget me when it comes to tipping time. That's why I pay careful attention to my appearance when I'm at work. Not too slutty, that I offend the feminine clients and get into trouble with the boss, but with enough flesh on display that the men folk have got something to look at.

My long dirty blonde hair is always done up in a loose bun, with stray strands of hair hanging over my face. My green eyes don't need much make up to make them stand out and for some reason, men love my button shaped nose. Thin sensual lips always seem to be in a permanent flirty smile, like a promise unfulfilled. My skin is nicely tanned and because my blouses always seem to have one button too many undone, and my skirts are a couple of inches shorter than the other waitresses, there is enough of it on show.

This approach obviously works, because even at thirty six, a good few years on the young college students who work here, I still top the list when it comes to the tips.

"Can I interest you boys in a refill?"

Although they knew I was there, they acted surprised by my appearance.

"Pardon Madam?" asked one of the younger ones. The other three started smirking and sniggering, but I rather liked the way he looked at me. I breathed in heavily and watched four pairs of eyes, one pair more avidly than the others following my impressive rack as it heaved up and down. Not needing to look, I knew my sexy, lace bra was quite clearly outlined against the soft white cotton blouse.

Now I truly had their divided attention, it was my turn to smirk.

"I asked if you boys would like a refill?"

"I'd like something," the older uglier one said and the others started laughing. I ignored him and fixed my gaze on the polite one.

"You'll have to excuse my family, Ma'am. They don't got the manners that I have," and as if on cue, the other three began laughing infectiously. A couple of napkins flew good naturally in his direction and he raised his hands to defend himself.

They were certainly high spirited boys and I had to clear my throat again to get their attention.

"Listen guys, would you mind taking it down a peg or two. You're upsetting some of our locals, and I really don't need the hassle today." I flashed them my best smile and saw the four, young unshaven faces look at me as if I'd spoken to them in fluent Martian.

I sighed heavily, realising that this was going to be hard work. Then completely out of the blue my young admirer offered me his hand.

"Kaleb Tallowill, pleased to make your acquaintance. Are you from around these parts?" he asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

I smiled, and after wiping my hand on my skirt, I offered him mine. To my surprise he didn't try to squeeze my fingers to death. Seeing my reaction, he grinned, and his pale blue eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Andrea van Houten." Pleased to meet you Kaleb, and no I'm not from there." Again he raised his eyebrows.

"Well, pleased to meet you, Mrs..."

I shook my head. "Miss..."

"van Houten," he murmured softly, like he was tasting an exquisite wine. "But not from these parts, not even America if I'm correct?. So, where does Miss van Houten come from, if I may be so bold?"

I looked at the four animated faces watching me and saw that the other three were listening with more than a casual interest.

"Holland, as in Europe, Amsterdam, the red light district..." All four faces began laughing and nodding knowingly.

"You know it?" I was surprised and saw all four heads nod in sync.

"We've been there a few times," one of the others said.

"Real mellow," said another and winked at me whilst pretending to smoke a reefer.

"Allow me to introduce you to my oldest brother, Nathan," Kaleb said affectionately. We shook hands, and was again surprised that he, like his younger brother, didn't try to crush my hand "Micky, the next in line and Mathew our cousin, and yes our pappie was a preacher man," he said, answering my unasked question.

"You'll have to forgive us Ma'am, we're just a little excited today. We're in the studios just around the corner, and we've started working on our new CD."

"Uh huh," I started filling their cups with the aromatic brown liquid. Musicians in Nashville, Tennessee. Now there's a surprise. "How are things at Blackbird nowadays?"

"You've been there?" Kaleb couldn't contain the surprise in his voice.

I smiled enigmatically. "A lady doesn't tell, and if you're a gentleman, you won't ask." I could see I'd peeked his curiosity but I wasn't prepared to air my sordid past to a complete stranger, no matter how handsome he was. Kaleb looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and admiration and although I did my best to give all four my attention, my eyes kept returning to young Kaleb.

"Now, if you boys promise to behave, I'll take your orders, assuming you want something to eat, otherwise I'll have to ask you to leave, and that would be a shame..." I said, looking intently at Kaleb.

Another round of smirking and giggling ended when the other handsome brother raised his hand and spoke.

"Just bring us four portions of good old fashioned Jambalaya..." he looked inquiringly at the other three, and saw each of them nod. "And a pitcher of beer." He smiled while I wrote down the order. "Nothing like a taste of home, eh guys." The others all nodded in agreement as I placed their order on the table.

"Now you boys behave some, and I'll be right back with the pitcher," I informed them, and turned towards the kitchen.

oØo

Happily for me, Mrs Jameson and Miss Ethal, the four young men settled down as they enjoyed their meal, but throughout their visit, I couldn't help noticing that young Kaleb's gaze kept following me, everywhere I went. Although he was a good few years younger than me, he was cute, and his interest helped to pass the time.

He was especially alert when I had to bend over a table or lean forward, and on more than one occasion, I saw him admiring my bum, enclosed in my tight skirt, or trying to glance down my blouse. I'll admit, I liked the fact he fancied me, and when I knew he was looking in my direction, it always took me a little bit longer to complete my task than was strictly necessary.

When I cleared away their plates and glasses and presented them with the check, Micky picked up the bill and looked at it with something close to disdain. He tossed it towards Kaleb and said, "Here loverboy, you can pay today. Com' on you two," and he motioned for the others to follow him.

Kaleb stood up and fished his wallet from the back pocket of his tight jeans. When he opened it, and pulled a couple of hundreds to cover the bill, I automatically checked out his groin. Although I couldn't be sure, it looked like there was a slight bulge in his jeans. A whispery smile formed on my face.

"Keep the change, Andrea," he said matter of factly whilst handing me almost double the amount on their bill. "You'll be here tomorrow?"

I nodded and gave him a warm friendly smile "You'll all be coming back tomorrow?" His pale blue eyes brightened before he spoke.

"Oh I think we'll be here for a while. Got to keep this," and he gestured comically to his body, "topped up and ready to go..." The subsequent saucy made me laugh.

It was like being propositioned by my younger brother's best friend. Very flattering but in reality not to be taken too seriously, despite the faint flutter of butterflies in my stomach. Watching my reaction, his brow creased in puzzlement. Then shaking his head as if to dismiss the idea as crazy, he turned to move away. Then he suddenly stopped and faced me again.

"You have no idea who we are, do you?" I shook my head and unassumingly asked why. He smiled his disarming smile and said I wasn't to move because he was going to fetch me something from the car.

More bemused than anything else, I watched him run outside and before I could count to ten, he'd returned and was holding a CD.

"Here this for you Andrea. This's our last CD. Listen to it, and let me know what you think." He held my gaze for a moment and then disappeared out the door while I looked at the cover.

"Because of the Times" by the 'Kings of Leon'

oØo

True to his word, the four young men came in every day and enjoyed Patrick's, the boss and restaurant's owner, homemade wholesome recipes. True to mine, I'd listened to the CD Kaleb had given me. To be honest, it wasn't that much to my taste, I prefer my music heavier and darker, but on the whole it wasn't bad. Of course I didn't say that to Kaleb, and while it wasn't as if my opinion was really important, I wasn't about to kill my Patrick's latest golden goose.

Even though he's a bit of a fuddy duddy, the boss had commandeered the CD from me and was playing it on the stereo system in the restaurant.

And the Kings of Leon?

Well after that first meeting, they turned out to be very charming, amusing and enjoyable customers. Of course buying a round for everyone present whenever then came to eat helped their esteem rise and even Mrs Jameson and Miss Ethal admitted in a moment of honesty that maybe they'd misjudged the Tallowill boys.

For me, what started out as a normal working relationship was gradually turning into something else. The more I got to know the Kings of Leon, the more I liked them. All four were witty, flirty without being pushy and generous to a fault. Of course Kaleb became my favourite, and by the way he kept looking at me, it was obvious he felt more for me than just friendship.

He was always paying me compliments, and even if some of them were definitely not deserved, I couldn't deny how good it felt to have such a handsome young man fancy me. Every time we talked, I saw the desire in his eyes, and felt myself moistening.

A week later, things came to a head.

It was Saturday evening, and the restaurant was almost full. Unusually, we hadn't seen the boys since Wednesday, and their absence had been noticed. Although except for the outrageous flirting, nothing had happened between Kaleb and me, and I'd grown accustomed to our daily bantering. In truth, I missed his flirts and the reaction they caused in me, and although I knew they weren't obligated to eat here, I did wonder if his infatuation with an older woman was over. Then, just after nine o'clock Saturday evening, the Kings of Leon barged in, obviously on a high and walked over to the only free table in the place.

Even though it wasn't officially my table, Patrick, who always recognised a good business opportunity, made it my duty to serve the four young men whenever and wherever they sat. It was also agreed that the outrageous tips would be shared between all the waitresses, to avoid any unpleasantness amongst us, although my share would be larger because of the extra work involved.

Anyway, the boys sat down and ordered beer, not just for them but for everybody in the place. Kaleb was sitting next to the aisle and when I stood near him, his arm shot out and wrapped itself around my hips and pulled me towards him.

"And you, Andrea, our lovely lady from Holland, what will you have?" I ruffled my hand through his tousled hair and said, playfully,

"Well, Darling, if I can't have you, I'll have a Jim Beam. Got to get me some Southern comfort somehow!" I joked whilst twisting away from Kaleb's strong arm still holding me captive. I saw the handsome young man look at me with a raised eyebrow, but not wanting to elaborate, I just smiled enigmatically. I looked at the clock on the wall.

"Listen guys, you're a bit late for the kitchen, but I'm sure the boss will be happy to make you a snack or something."

"Hmmm, just bring us a bowl of fries and another round of beers." Matthew ordered. I raised my eyebrows.

"Something to celebrate?" They began nodding and then Nathan began explaining.

"A couple of things. Firstly we've got to fly to England tomorrow. We've won some sort of award from a music magazine and today," he paused for breath and looked at his brothers proudly, "We've just completed the first song on the new album. We've still got lots of unfinished ideas, and we still need one more number to fill the album, but this evening we finally put one to bed."

The pride in his voice was unmistakable. I looked at the other three and they all had the same proud expression.

"So, are you flying out tonight or tomorrow?" I was aware of the edge in my voice as I asked my question.

"Tomorrow morning, seven o'clock, I think," replied Micky. So we're gonna party until the early hours and then go straight to the airport. The recording company has arranged everything. All we have to do is turn up, get on the plane and then fall asleep. Wake up when we're in England and have some fun."

Although I was happy for them, I'd kinda hoped that they would be around a lot longer. I smiled a bitter sweet smile.

"So what's the new song called and what's it about?" I was genuinely interested.

"Someone like you," answered Mathew, a bit too quickly, and I wondered if he meant that metaphorically or literally. "But it'll probably be changed before the final mix goes to the record company... they always do," He continued brushing his hand through his lanky hair.

"It's so good, I think it'll be our biggest hit yet." He sounded really confident. "Kaleb wrote most of the lyrics." Then he looked slyly at his cousin, "And we all know where he got his inspiration." Kaleb looked daggers at his antagonist, but before he could say something, Micky joined in the good natured leg pulling.

"Yeah Andrea, Jar Head here," and he pointed with his thumb at his older brother, "really seems to have had the bit between his teeth. Now why is that?" he remarked thoughtfully, whilst drumming his fingers on his chin.

"Can you inspire him some more," teased Mathew unmercilessly, nudging his cousin with his elbow. "You know, take him back to his hotel room and seduce him."

I remained diplomatically silent at Matthew's cheeky, goodnatured suggestion, but the moist heat developing between my thighs betrayed my true feelings. Not that my silence fooled any of them. They all saw the lust sparkling in my eyes, and they raucously began congratulating the second oldest Tallowill.

"Yesss, we told you Jarhead," bellowed Nathan triumphantly, as the merciless teasing continued. "We've all said you liked him," Mikey continued, slapping a closed fist in the palm of his hand.

"Okay boys, calm down. Of course I like Kaleb, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna jump in the sack with him because you guys want me to." Four pairs of eyes stared at me, three in amusement, and one with some disappointment.

"I might only be a lowly waitress, but I'm still a lady," I continued solemnly. My seriousness only seemed to add fuel to the boys teasing, so to shut them up, I grabbed Kaleb's neck and kissed him. "And if I'm gonna let him fuck me, then it'll happen because I want him, not too please you lot," I reported, stepping backwards. The young man in question, bewildered, but before he could say anything, I went to fetch their order, leaving a bemused King of Leon wondering what the hell was going on.

In the privacy of the kitchen, I tossed the Jim Bean down my throat and grinned wickedly. I could feel it burning down my gullet, but it didn't help calm down my racing heartbeat. Kaleb's smoky flavour was still on my lips and I liked it... a lot!

oØo

Even though the restaurant was open for another hour, the Tallowill family did their best to empty the bar's inventory, because after slapping down a huge wad of notes on the table, Nathan announced the drinks were on him. Everybody in the place joined in and pretty soon it was turning into a wild party. I myself had downed a couple more drinks, in between waiting on the guests, and was feeling a delicious buzz.

I needed to relieve my bladder and as I walked to the ladies I saw young Kaleb watching me intently right up until the moment I turned the corner and disappeared from view. After completing my ablutions I checked my appearance in the mirror because even though I was slightly wobbly on my legs, I still cared about how I looked. Standing there, retouching my make up before resetting my hair, all I could think about was Kaleb's sexy mouth.

After exiting the toilets, I walked through the corridor towards the restaurant, aware that we were due to close in five minutes, even if the party didn't look like it was going to end when the clock struck ten.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to think about it too much, because as soon as I stepped into the dining area, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and spun me around until my back was against the wall. I knew immediately who it was, but to be honest, the combination of too many drinks and a hot young body had removed any inhibitions I had.

A hand held the back of my neck as a masculine mouth landed on mine. Automatically I opened my lips and accepted the sweet smoky flavoured tong into my mouth. The young hard body was pressed into mine and made it obvious to me how turned on he was. A hand landed on my breast and began softly squeezing the soft flesh.

"Jesus Andrea, I've wanted to do this to you ever since we met." Although I must have been at least twelve years his senior, it didn't seem to make any difference to him. His passionate kisses were turning me on enormously, that and the huge bulge pressing against my thigh. I kissed him back and forced my tongue into his mouth.

I could feel my nipples getting harder as his hand manipulated my breasts and I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second. His lips moved to my neck and as I turned my head to let him go further I saw a few pairs of eyes looking at me. One of those belonged to Patrick and they looked on disapprovingly.

"Kaleb." He ignored me and kept nibbling my neck. "Kaleb not here, let's go outside."

At first he acted like he hadn't heard me, and to be quite honest, I didn't care. I could have let him continue kissing my neck for quite a long time, but eventually he stopped.

"Did you mean that?" he demanded, looking intensely into my eyes. Licking my lips, I nodded hungrily, and his expression lit up. Grabbing my hand, we made our way to the door. Although I was officially still on duty, I glanced over at Patrick. Luckily, he nodded his acquiescence. Instead of demanding I stay behind and help clean up, he was letting me go. Waving thankfully, I followed Kaleb to the restaurant's entrance.

Outside in the car park Kaleb led me to a 1966 Lincoln Continental. Long, sleek, it shone like a highly polished onyx stone in the sallow lighting given off by the distant streetlights, and like excited teenagers, we rushed over to the car.

Standing beside the vehicle, we started making out, and while our tongues fought for supremacy in our mouths, our hands explored each other's body. I for one wasn't disappointed. Busy fingers had started undoing the buttons on my blouse and Kaleb began kissing my neck. As more buttons were loosened, the kisses moved over my collarbones until finally the last vestige of decency was dealt with by a powerful impatient tug. As the offending button flew into the darkness, my blouse fell apart revealing my bra encased bosom, and Kaleb immediately began kissing his way towards my fleshy globes.

While he planted soft kisses on my exposed flesh, he gently squeezed my tits, before deft fingers began playing with my hardening nipples. Then a finger hooked into the lacy fabric separating my rising buds from Kaleb's lips, and pulled at the restraining material.

Suddenly a hot, moist breath wafted over my naked breast, as my young lover's lips clamped into my erect nipple. Then I felt his teeth bite softly onto me, and a ripple of pleasure ran down my spine. Resting a hand on the back of his head to hold it exactly where I wanted it, I moved my other hand southwards.

The hard bulge there was big enough to keep any woman happy, and as I rubbed my hand over it, Kaleb groaned. He pushed his hips forward to increase the pressure I was applying. He needn't have worried having gotten me so worked up, there was no way I was going to let him get away from me now.

The way he was sucking, biting and manhandling my tits had already turned my knickers from expensive lingerie into a sodden dishrag and I fleetingly wondered if he wanted to take me over the hood of his car, when the door of the restaurant opened.

A group came outside and among them were the remaining members of the band. Kaleb, hearing the commotion stopped licking my tits and looked up at his approaching family.

"Hey Jarhead," Nathan called out. "We're," and he gestured to everyone around him, "going over to the 'Villager.' Do you two lovebirds want to come?"

"Yeah sure man," Kaleb replied torn between loyalty to his family and the chance of getting laid. I felt kinda sorry for him so I decided to relieve his anguish.

"Come lover, get in the car and I'll suck your cock on the way over there." He looked at me as if he hadn't heard me right. "That's right. I said I'd blow you on the way over there. Now get a move on. Mama's hungry." His pearly whites flashed in the night as he realised I was speaking the truth.

He opened the door, and I slid across the bench seat and patted my hand on the place where Kaleb had to sit. He obeyed me and sat down. He shoved the key into the ignition and the big 462 V8 block rumbled into life. Kaleb put his hand on the shifter and was about to select drive when he felt my hand on his neck and my succulent lips against his ear.

"Don't forget to undo those pants, baby. Mama wants to get me some cream," I whispered huskily, before kissing the side of his unshaven face. The tinkling of bracelets and belt buckles resonated throughout the car as he pushed his jeans down his thighs, leaving his boxer shorts bulging towards the car's ceiling. I grabbed Kaleb's throbbing manhood, still shrouded in his boxers, and began slowly masturbating him.

"Now baby, you just concentrate on driving this monstrosity and I'll make sure you'll have a good time," before kissing him again. He accepted my tongue while I continued massaging his member, but when I started kissing my way down his body, I felt the rest of his body stiffen in anticipation.

I was suddenly rocked back into the seat as Kaleb violently stepped on the gas pedal, but soon gained my balance, and moved my head towards his groin. Although I was still wanking him through his boxers, enough was enough, I wanted some cock. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled his boxers over his throbbing erection. It sprang upwards and I could smell his excitement

A strong hand landed on the back of my head as I clasped the purple veined manhood and lowered my head. I glided my tongue over his musky smelling dome and tasted Kaleb's sickly sweet pre-cum. The young man shivered in response to my tongue pressing into his tiny piss hole and my fingers sliding up and down his silky skin, and the fingers entwined in my hair, tightened their grip.

Then a groan filled the car when I engulfed his crown, clamping my lips tightly around his thick shaft. With my tongue, I coated his shaft with saliva as I swallowed more and more of Kaleb's cock. Eventually his thick dome pressed against the back of my throat, but I wasn't finished yet. I still had a couple of inches to swallow before I'd taken him completely, so ignoring my gag reflex, I relaxed my throat, and felt Kaleb's cock fill my larynx. Despite the sound of southern rock music coming from the radio and the low burble of the big V8, I still heard Kaleb gasp as my teeth clamped around the base of his prick. Enjoying my moment of glory, I tightened my lips around his throbbing member, and I slowly raised my head, smiling wickedly at my young lover after I'd released his erection with an obscene 'plopping sound.

"What's the matter, Lover, did you think I'd bite your cock off?" To his credit Kaleb had a sheepish grin on his handsome young face, and that just made me want him more. I began wanking him vigorously. "Don't worry, Baby. Mama loves your big prick too much to do anything like that." His smile displayed as much relief as it did desire.

Without waiting for a response, I opened my mouth, and swallowed his warm throbbing meat again. This time, he began gently thrusting his hips. I've always liked it when a man tries to take control, so I let him have his way, and within seconds, loud slurping sounds filled the car interior as Kaleb tried fucking my mouth. Intent on making this something to remember, I bobbed my head up and down in time with his thrusts, and while Kaleb's fingers played with my hair, I slowly coaxed the spunk out of his balls.

Then the car suddenly stopped. Wondering if there was a problem, I automatically followed suit.

"What's thre matter, Darling?" I asked whilst licking my lips hungrily.

"Nothing, Doll, just a stop light. And with you busy down there, I don't want to get pulled over for jumping the red light. The scarlet glow from the traffic lights filled the insides of the car and somehow, it reminded me of Amsterdam. Then green light illuminated the interior, and Kaleb did two things. He accelerated away from the lights and simultaneously pressed my head back down into his lap. I opened my mouth, and guided his purple coloured dome between my lips.

I had no idea how long we had before we arrived at the bar, but I was determined to make him cum before we'd reached our destination, and I blew him as if my life depended on it. As my head bobbed up and down his shaft, I continued wanking his cock, my fingers wrapped around the base of his rigid pole. Kaleb's hip jerking gave away how much he was enjoying my blowjob, and while his cock slid effortlessly between my lips, my hand was moving in a blur.

"We're almost there," gasped Kaleb and for a split second, I wondered what he meant; the bar or his climax. Turned out to be the bar.

"Just park the car," I said between gulps. I wanted his seed, and wasn't going to stop now. And from the way he was thrusting his hips, Kaleb didn't want me to stop either. He began pushing his cock harder between my lips and I felt the liquid heat slowly rising beneath my fingers. Then Kaleb stiffened and grabbed my head with both hands. I released his cock and allowed him to thrust his meat into his mouth. Then his helmet expanded and his stomach muscles contracted tightly, forcing him to bend over my stationery head as his first ejaculation erupted from his prick.

Thick warm spunk spattered against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with the salty cream, which I dutifully swallowed. Then the next salvo erupted. This was just as powerful as the first and my mouth filled again. Not wanting to miss a drop, I clamped my lips tightly around Kaleb's pulsating member as his body convulsed in orgasm.

I placed my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and began milking him for more sperm. I was rewarded with yet another wad of cream and happily swallowed it down my throat.

A few moments later, the recovery of what was probably a mind blowing experience for Kaleb gradually set in, and he eventually released the tight grip on my head. That allowed me to sit up straight, and as our eyes met, I put a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled his head towards mine until our forehead met. "That was delicious, lover. Now why don't we go into that bar and have a good time." He grinned his infectious grin and maneuvered his head so that we could kiss. As our tongues danced together, his strong arms pulled me tighter against him, and I felt wanted, and surprisingly homesick. Deep down, I knew we'd probably only have tonight together, but I was determined to make the most of it.

oØo

The Villager Tavern, or Villager as it's better known in Hillsboro Village is part of a large flat topped complex that's reminiscent of a long bygone era. From the outside it doesn't look at all imposing but as we approached the enamel green painted entrance, the heavy beat of music was almost physical.

Kaleb, holding my hand, walked past a young couple making out in the doorway, and into the heaving throng. Dim lighting and lots of smoke, combined with the heavy rock music, gave it just the right ambiance for an old school dive bar. As we searched for the rest of the Tallowills, I caught a glimpse of the colourful decoration and realised that it was made up from thousands of photos.

The whole bar was covered in them. Some were quite recent judging by the images they displayed but some were very faded indeed and if they were real, indicated how long this bar had been in business. Unlike Patrick's Bistro, there was no food served here. This place, as far as I could see was about music, drinking and having a good time.

We finally found Kaleb's family and the large pitcher of Samuel Adams Summer Ale they had ordered upon arrival was already half empty. Micky wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards him. Then he grabbed a glass and poured me a drink.

"Here's to our little Dutch girl," he said raising his own half empty glass in a toast. "May she be everything Jarhead dreams of.'

"And a whole lot more," quipped Darran with a saucy grin in my direction.

"Don't worry boys, I'll take care of your little brother. He go to bed smiling..."

Kaleb was already smiling, but now he was having to fend off the friendly slaps and pokes he was getting from his family. His lithe body moved with the fluidity of a well oiled machine and already horny as hell from the journey over here, I decided I had to have him... Now.

I moved close to him and asked him if he wanted to dance with me. I could see he didn't have much enthusiasm for dancing, but then again, he didn't know I wasn't interested in shaking my booty, I wanted my booty to get shaken. I decided a more direct approach was necessary. I rubbed my hand over the front of his groin and was pleasantly surprised to feel he still had a semi. I grinned, knowing full well that if I had my way, his semi would be a raging hard-on pretty soon.

Using my fingers to squeeze the growing bulge in his jeans, it didn't take long for Kaleb to figure out that I had something rather different in mind than dancing. The realisation that I wanted something else, obviously triggered his imagination because I felt the manhood beneath my fingers twitch. His lopsided grin grew bigger, and I knew he'd finally cottoned on to what I wanted. Then I grabbed his hand.

"C'mon baby, mama's horny and she wants you, richt now!"

Like a sheep following its slayer to the doom, Kaleb trailed behind me into the mass of steamy hot dancers, all heaving to the sweeping Southern rock and blues music, blaring from the speakers. With my gaze fixed on the restroom sign on the far side of the dance floor, it wasn't easy to get through the throng of Saturday night revellers, and occasionally when I couldn't move forward, I felt Kaleb's young hard body bump into me.

Eventually we reached the small, dimly lit corridor leading to toilets and relaxed. I turned around and faced Kaleb, he put his arms around my waist pulled me towards him. As his soft lips touch mine I let myself twist and fall backwards against the wall and felt him press against me.

I felt my breasts being squashed against his sturdy chest as we kissed furiously. His hands roamed all over my body and I had to spread my feet apart to keep my balance. Immediately Kaleb placed his thigh between mine.

"Baby, my skirt's in the way," I said, whilst moaning breathlessly as he began kissing my neck. His unshaven chin teased and tormented my sensitive skin and even though I prayed he wouldn't stop, I was getting irritated by the stupid skirt. He tried again, this time using more force but again, my clothes weren't cooperating. I was so turned on by now that it actually, physically ached.

Feeling incredibly frustrated, I decided to take matters into my own hand. There was no way a stupid piece of clothing was going to thwart my desires tonight. Reaching to my hips, I began scrunching the skirt higher and higher, until a firm muscular leg pressed hard against my sodden panties.

"Oh God, Yessss," I hissed through gritted teeth as I began moving my hips. My soaking wet sex rubbed up and down his jeans, the friction really heating up my aching cunt. My clit was on fire as I grinded my scantily clad vulva on sheer hard muscle.

"I wanna fuck!" I whispered into his ear, as I held onto him, and despite my conscience berating me about the rights and wrongs of having sex in a public place, the exquisite sensations my body was experiencing, at the hands of the youngest Tallowill could not be denied, and all I could think about was getting him between my thighs.

"Yeah, so do I," replied Kaleb between kissing my neck and softly nibbling my earlobe. His hands had found my bum and his fingers, strong from playing the big heavy bass guitar was kneading and massaging my buttocks wonderfully.

"What are we waiting for," I whispered huskily into his ear. Although the sound of the Saturday night crowd and the music was painfully loud, I could quite easily hear Kaleb when he spoke.

"D'wanna go outside..." I shook my head and gave him a mischievous look.

"No, Baby. I want it right now," and I thrust my body from the wall. "C'omn, I've got a better idea," and grabbed his hand. Instead of heading back towards the bar and the exit like he expected, I turned and walked towards the toilets. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"You can't be fucking serious," he said awkwardly. "If we get caught..." His mouth imitated a goldfish as tried to find the right words. He was obviously torn between his desire and the fear of lurid headlines appearing in the newspapers.

"Somebody's bound to call the police," he said, having found his voice.

"Let'em," I retorted happily. "I don't care. You're the sexiest fucking man here, and I want you right now." I gave him a classic sultry look, half open eyelids, pouting lips and the old school finger in the mouth. I was deliberately making it difficult for him. Easy for me, he had a lot more to lose than me, so I decided to up the ante. I moved next to him and grabbed the bulge in his jeans.

"You're a fucking crazy woman," Kaleb gasped, his eyes widening as I squeezed his cock harder.

"I know, that's why we'd better get a move on," I said, dragging him by his erection down the corridor. "Because before tonight's over, I want some King of Leon cream inside me."

The first door we came to was the gents, and after throwing a quick look over my shoulder, I told Kaleb to go in and see if the coast was clear. He was gone for what seemed like eternity, but seconds later he cocked his head around the door and smiling like a Cheshire Cat, he gave me a thumbs up.

"Quick," I said, pushing past him, "Find a cubicle." The toilets were surprisingly clean and modern, totally contrary to the bar outside. Opposite the entrance and the washbasins sinks, was a row of urinals and between them were three unoccupied cubicles with the doors wide open.

I led my lover into the door nearest the washbasins and closed it behind me. Kaleb threw his arms around my waist and grabbed my backside. His big hands encompassed my buttocks and he pulled me towards his muscular body. As our groins touched, I could feel his excitement, pressing into me.

"Don't mess about, Baby," I growled against his chest. I slid my hands down between us and began unbuckling his belt and jeans. "C'mon, get your cock out... quick before anyone comes in." My fingers were trembling from excitement as I tried undoing the last button, but to no avail. It refused to budge, but when needed, I can be a very resourceful woman, so I just pushed my hands inside his briefs and forced his clothes over his hips.

I was glad to see and feel his prick spring to attention, despite his fears of being caught and I wrapped my fingers around the thickly veined organ and gave him a few cursory wanks. Whilst determinedly tugging on his tool, I leant into his chest and pushed against him, forcing Kaleb backwards against the toilet.

"Take a seat, Lover," I said huskily, my sultry voice disguising my impatience, while my actions betrayed my true feelings. As soon as Kaleb was seated, I bent forward and while kissing his glistening helmet, I pulled my skirt up around my waist. He watched gobsmacked as I gave my clit a couple of playful slaps.

"Hmmmm, Mama, wants some cock."

His eyes shone like diamonds and he gently wanked his cock while I spread my legs and moved over him. Although the sheer fabric of my underwear hid nothing, his eyes widened in surprise when I reached between my thighs and pulled my panties to one side.

My neatly trimmed bush was just an inch or two above his prick, and my swollen clit was peeking out from under her hood. My cunt glistened from all the juice I'd been leaking and my pussy lips were already opening up to accept his manhood.

I lowered my hips a touch and felt his throbbing member rub up against my engorged love button.

"Hmmmm, that's it baby."

"Mama likes my cock there," he asked unnecessaryly.

"Darling, I love your cock, period," I said, eyes closed and licking my lips. He began sliding his prick back and forth, stimulating my clit and then teasing my pussy. A couple of times he almost slipped inside me but despite our haste, we were enjoying this foreplay too much.

When we were in the corridor, and I was rubbing my mound against his thigh, I came pretty close to climaxing, although I never said anything, when I was rubbing my sex against his thigh, And now with him teasing me so mercilessly, my long awaited orgasm was tantalisingly close. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and after slapping his hand away, replaced it with mine.

"Play with my tits, Baby," I ordered softly, and after giving him a quick couple of tugs, just for fun, I placed my hand around the base of his cock and positioned his shiny helmet between my pussy lips. As I sank downwards, they folded deliciously around the intruding fleshy shaft and Kaleb entered my secret garden.

As I impaled myself on his thick cock, I felt him stretching the walls of my silken tunnel with his girth. Even though I knew we had to be quiet, I couldn't help letting a small whimper of sheer unadulterated pleasure escape my mouth.

"Shuuush," hissed Kaleb, although to my ears, his warning sounded almost as loud as my moans.

"Sorry, Baby, but I've waited too long for this, and it feels soooo good," I giggled, releasing my hold on his cock and burying the rest of his manhood deep inside me.

"God, you're so big, Honey, you're gonna make me cum in no time."

Despite his nervousness, his face split in two upon hearing my compliment, and he placed his hands on my hips, watching me intently as I grounded my sex into his pelvic bone. The friction on my clit was wonderful and I was prepared to go on like this for the whole night, but we just didn't have the time.

I put my arms around his neck and pulled his head towards mine as I lowered my mouth to his ear. When I spoke, it was in a harsh whisper.

"C'mon loverboy, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I raised my hips and then slammed my body back down on his.

"Make me cum."

I felt his cock slide deliciously inside as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet my downwards plunge. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cubicle as Kaleb began getting into his rhythm. My pussy was used to his size now and I could enjoy the burning sensation of pleasure filled pain as he really began fucking me.

I hastily loosened the buttons from my blouse and liberated my girlies by pulling my bra down. My breasts, being supported by the misused lingerie, looked incredibly sexy and when I placed an erect nipple between Kaleb's gorgeous mouth, he began sucking and licking them as if his life depended on it.

With his cock pounding my pussy so thoroughly, and his tongue teasing my nipple's, my orgasm wasn't far away. Slowly but surely my muscles tightened, my body tensing while my heart raced. My breathing became very ragged, and arching my back, I began moaning. Very softly at first but every time Kaleb slammed his prick home, the volume increased.

"That's it baby. Mama's gonna cum. Don't stop now, Darling. Send me into heaven."

I was so bloody horny. I rotated my hips and tried grinding my sex into his groin in an effort to force my orgasm, but Kaleb's thrusting was too quick for that, so I turned to plan B. Placing my middle finger into his mouth, I ordered him to suck it. Then, once I was satisfied there was enough lubrication, I did the one guaranteed to make me cum.

My starfish resisted at first but almost immediately my middle finger was buried knuckle deep inside my ass. Kaleb gasped as he felt my digit pushing into his turgid manhood, through the flimsy wall of flesh separating both my pleasure holes. Judging by the enthusiastic grunts emitted and the way he increased the speed of his thrusts, he obviously liked it.

I loved it. It was the final piece of the puzzle. The sexual tension that had been building up since we first met, the constant flirting, the blowjob in the car all had been a glorious build up that finally led to the crazy situation we were in now.

Although getting fucked in the toilets of a popular Nashville dive bar, knowing anybody could walk in on us was an incredible stimulus, the final catalyst proved to be the finger buried in my ass. The reservoir of emotions was full, and the dam's floodgates couldn't contain the huge swell.

Throwing my head backwards and crying out loudly, I came. Big time. Kaleb kept pumping his cock inside me but I was only aware of my silken tunnel being flooded with my cream. My body began to shudder and my muscles contracted tightly around his cock and my finger. As my body shook with pleasure, I looked at my wonderful lover through fluttering eyelids and saw Kaleb had his mouth open. Was he saying something?

Then his hand came upwards and fastened itself over my mouth, blocking all sound. As I was about to bite his fingers to rid me of the obstruction, when I too, heard the sounds of the bar as the toilet door flew open. My eyes widened in surprise and beneath Kaleb's hand my mouth formed a naughty grin.

I ground my excited loins into Kaleb's groin and felt my cum seeping past my swollen pussy lips, down his thick shaft and pooling in his matted public hair. His eyes pleaded with me to be quiet, while mine shone wickedly back at him.

Heavy footsteps moved on the tiled floor, we dared move except for our laboured breathing. I could feel his heart beating wildly through my own chest. His tee shirt excited my nipples, pressed tightly against it, and I decided to have some fun. I removed his hand from my mouth, letting him see my mischievous smile.

Then a voice spoke and I felt Kaleb's whole body stiffen.

"Have you seen Jarhead?" It was DarranTallowill.

"Not since he went dancing with Andrea." Matty Tallowill's dirty laugh was open to suggestions.

"She is a beautiful piece of ass," Darran agreed. "And if she were mine, I know what I'd be doing right now." Another dirty laugh echoed through the tiled room.

"Yeah," sniggered Matty, "You always have been a dirty hog. Oink oink."

Peels of raucous laughter sounded.

"D'you think she takes it up the pooper?" Darran asked thoughtfully.

Wouldn't mind finding out," offered Matty suggestively. "She's so hot, I bet her sex is on fire."

Beneath me, Kaleb began moving, his body stiff with anger. I raised a finger to my lips and slowly began moving my hips up and down. His greasy pole slipped from my soaking wet pussy and slid comfortably between my buttocks.

"Yes I do," I whispered softly into his ear as I reached back and grabbed his prick, pressing it against my rear entrance.

Kaleb looked at me unbelievably, his expression hardly daring to believe what was happening, as his purple coloured dome started disappearing into my back passage, his mouth opened to speak. Then the rim of his helmet forced its way past my sphincter and caused my eyes to widen in pain which luckily only lasted a split second.

I felt his body tense up as he slid inside my velvety back passage and his grip on my hips tightened. I kept lowering my hips and eventually I felt his public hair tickling my buttocks.

"Yeah she does," said Darran knowingly. "It's in the eyes," he informed Matty. "And those emerald greens of hers have got the look. Same as her mouth. Have you seen how she smiles at Jarhead?"

I listened intently but didn't hear Matty's reply.

"That's the smile of a blowjob princess," continued Nathan. "Yep, if Kaleb knows what's good for him, he's in for a wild night."

Kaleb smiled broadly at that comment. He was having a wild night. I began lifting my hips until he was halfway up my ass, then I slammed my body back downwards as footsteps echoed from the tiled walls.

"Did you see those chicks with the 'Kings of Leon' tee shirts? asked Matty, his voice sounding further away.

"Yeah, maybe we could personalize them, you know, autographs and stuff like that. Maybe they'll be just as accommodating as Andrea." Nathan's course laugh covered the sound of his cowboy boots on the tiled floor. The sound of the bar invaded the toilets again and then the door slammed shut. The sound of silence was deafening.

"You're a dirty fucking bitch," gasped Kaleb, trying not to laugh too hard as his cock moved with ease in and out of my bum. Not wanting to spoil the moment I just nodded smugly.

"Yes I am, aren't I." His meat felt wonderful inside me but because of our position, we couldn't really go to town. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him thrust his shaft hard inside me. I wanted him to make me beg for more, bringing me to a second orgasm. I stopped moving and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Darling," I said with a heavy heart. "I want you to take me from behind. I want to feel you fucking me real hard." His grin increased in size, but I wasn't finished.

"I want you to screw my ass off and after you've filled me with your delicious spunk, I want you to walk out of here and never come back." His young eyes looked hurt and confused.

"What do you mean Andrea?" His voice shivered slightly, his young mind trying to absorb what I was saying and not liking it.

"You're set for much bigger things, Lover, we both know it, and I'm damaged goods. You don't need baggage like me, holding you back, so give me what I want and then go. Write a song about it," I smiled wanely.

"Whatever you do, don't come looking for me, because when you get back from England, I'll be gone. I'll always love you, but we both know this is just an exciting fling."

At first he seemed reluctant to hear me, as if I was stealing his favourite toy away, but as I climbed off his greasy erection, I guess he realised I was making sense. Slowly, the internal struggle he was having seemed to resolve itself, and the spark in his eyes returned with a vengeance. When he spoke, his voice was more resolute now.

"So you want me to treat you like some two bit whore?" I heard the bitterness in his voice, and nodded, biting my bottom lip.

"Exactly. Fuck me hard, shoot your load and then fuck off." He smiled at my obscenity and after making up his mind, he nodded his head.

"Whatever you want... Bitch." My eyes glazed over with lust as he started lifting me from his lap.

We exchanged places but instead of sitting on the toilet as he did, I stepped out of panties, offered them to him and then bent over.

"C'mon baby make me scream." I said, watching him stuff my knickers in his jeans. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his erection sticking out from his loins. He shuffled forward and poked my pussy with his helmet.

"No darling," I said smiling wickedly. "Give me something more memorable, Lover. Make me feel it."

He grinned devilishly, knowing exactly what I wanted. His prick slid between my pussy lips again and then glided upwards and pressed into my star. His manhood slipped past my stretched sphincter and as he thrust forward, he pulled on my hips and our bodies slapped together.

"Uuuuhhh. That feels soooo good, Lover."

I said with feeling, as his heavy balls banged against the back of my thighs. My back passage was full with man meat, and then the cheeky bastard started rotating his hips, his pubic hair rasping against my behind. His cock moved very little but the sensation was mind blowing. He definitely knew what he was doing.

Still moving his hip in a circular motion, Kaleb began pulling his prick out of my bum.

"You like this, Bitch?"

He'dv barely finished speaking, but before I could respond, he slammed his cock back into me.

"Uuuuuhhhh, fuuuck."

The force with which his prick surged back inside me almost took my breath away, and I heard Kaleb moan out loud. He ground his groin against my buttocks and I arched my back, waiting for his next move.

After almost completely withdrawing his prick from my ass, Kaleb began fucking me properly, using long, languid strokes, each time pulling his cock back until he'd almost gone too far, and then burying it back inside my velvety bowels. Tensing my abdominal muscles, I heard Kaleb groan as my ass tightened around his manhood as it surged into my back passage, although slowly but surely his thrusting increased in both power and ferocity.

"C'mon baby, fuck your bitch," I urged through gritted teeth, moving a hand from the wall I was leaning against, and placing it between my thighs. I slipped a couple of fingers inside my pussy and began fingering myself. The ball of my thumb pressed onto my swollen clit, increasing the pleasure sensations that were coursing through my body, and I knew my orgasm was close. Occasionally Kaleb would pull his cock from my ass and slap it playfully against my buttocks, enjoying my playful whimpers of despair, then he'd ram his prick back into ass, the urgency of our desire getting the better of us.

Kaleb thrusts became more deliberate, more intense pace, and each time he plunged his cock into me, the fire in my belly slowly evolved into an all enveloping inferno that was moments from taking control.

"You ready to cum, Stud?"

I heard the brittleness in my voice as I struggled to contain the illusion of control, but consoled myself that Kaleb also sounded on the edge.

"Uh huh,"

"Well bring it on baby, fill your bitch with spunk." I moved my hand to his tight little bum ass off to encourage him, not that he needed it.

"Cum for me, Lover," I hissed. Kaleb was banging his cock into me so hard now, that each thrust elicited a soft, muffled cry from my tightly clamped jaw.

"Yes, yes don't stop," I cried as the precipice of pleasure looked in front of my eyes. Kaleb took my instructions to heart, and pummeled my ass harder and faster now, although I did sense them becoming a little erratic. Whether he was trying to delay the inevitable, or punish me for demanding he leave after he was done with me, I'll never know, but he started slapping my ass cheeks, hard, and the resulting burning sensation spread rapidly throughout my abdomen. Also, his thrusts, although still powerful, became far more erratic and I guessed his climax was about to happen.

"Jesus, I'm gonna cum," he bellowed in a harsh whisper, "Oh God, you gorgeous fucking birch, I'm cuming!"

Kaleb bottomed out inside me, and moaned while simultaneously grinding his pelvis hard against my buttocks. I felt his prick expand inside me, and then, an explosion of white hot heat flooded my bowls as his body jolted violently against my prone body. It was the moment I'd been waiting for, and with his pulsating cock still pumping me full with thick, creamy spunk, I flew over the edge, my body shaking and quivering as ripples of orgasmic pleasure racked my body.

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The sound of the bar flooded into the toilets as the door opened, and when we heard the heavy footsteps enter the room, we froze. The intensity of our orgasms had passed and we were both enjoying that brief, delicious moment of peace and tranquility before reality came crashing back in. Kaleb, breathing heavily, was leaning over my back, the heat he radiated combined with my own perspiration causing my blouse to stick to my superheated skin as we silently waited for the unknown person to finish relieving himself.

Although we didn't dare move or make a noise for fear of exposing ourselves, the reveler seemed to take ages to do his business and leave, and I lost count of how many times I silently screamed at him to hurry the fuck up. Kaleb's prick began writing inside me and I felt both his seed and my cum trickling down the inside of my thighs towards my stocking tops.

Eventually we heard the man pull up his zipper and then leave and we were alone again. Although it was the moment I'd been dreading, I placed a hand against Kaleb's six pack and pushed him away, despairing at the empty feeling his wilting cock elicited. Without dwelling on the consequences of my actions, I turned to face him. With my skirt still bunched around my hips, I grabbed his head and planted my mouth onto his. Our tongues fought for the last time until, out of breath, we had to pull ourselves apart.

"Kaleb baby, you were wonderful. Now go." I started pulling up his jeans and messing about with his belt, anything to avoid eye contact. It had to be this way, otherwise my resolve would have broken. Stiff lipped and eyes glistening with held back tears, he pushed my hands away and continued making himself decent.

I knew he was hurting but I couldn't let my, or his emotions influence my decision. And although he didn't agree with me now, we both knew I was doing the right thing, so I accepted his sullen display of pride. To save my face, I too began making myself look respectable, first by pushing my skirt down from my hips and then by buttoning up my blouse.

"I'm going now," he said miserably and I nodded, looking down at the floor, not wanting to see the mix of hate and pain written on his face. He barged the door open with his powerful shoulder and gave me one more lasting look. I couldn't face him because I didn't want him to see the tears streaming down my cheeks, so I kept looking at the floor.

Without another word he left, and I never saw or spoke to him or his family again.

After handing in my notice to Patrick the following morning, I left Nashville and after visiting friends in New York, returned to the Netherlands. In the summer of 2009 the newest hit single from the Kings of Leon was being played on the radio. It was their biggest hit in Europe to date and it could be heard everywhere.

The title was, 'Sex on fire.'