Page 11 of Rough Mountain Man

I gave myself one long, slow stroke, closing my eyes, which was exactly what I’d do if I were alone. But in this case, I was thinking about anything but what I was doing. Moonshine. Annoying customers. Employees who called in sick over every petty little thing. A stubbed toe. All of that helped.

I heard rustling in front of me and realized she was moving across the grass toward me. My eyes popped open just in time to see her removing her bra as she walked.

The sight of her full, round, perky breasts did more to me than my hand ever could. I longed to touch them—cup them in my hands and run my thumbs over her nipples. But she seemed to have other plans.

When she reached me, instead of rising on tiptoe for another kiss, she dropped to her knees. She dislodged my hand and wrapped her fingers around my rigid erection. She ran her tongue over the tip as she stroked with her hand, and it took everything in me not to lose it right then and there.

“Oh, fuck, you’re going to have to stop that,” I said as she wrapped those luscious lips around my cock, taking me in deep.

She looked up at me as she did so, and I caught a glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes. I could almost hear her wondering if she was doing this right. That told me this was her first time with this too. She was a virgin in every sense of the word.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel bad about the job she was doing. I rushed to clarify.

“It feels too good, baby,” I said. “Now get up here and show me howyoutouch yourself when you’re alone.”

She released her hand and lowered her gaze, settling it somewhere around my stomach. Was it my imagination, or had she gone a little pale? It definitely looked like there was something she was reluctant to tell me.

“I haven’t done that before either,” she said. “I’m so inexperienced.”

She said that like it was a bad thing. We all had to start somewhere.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked.

That was just about the dumbest question anyone had ever asked. Of course, if she’d never touched herself and she’d never had sex, how could she possibly have had an orgasm?

“Nope,” she said. “Weird, I know.”

“Not weird. Come up here.”

She pushed herself to her feet, and her expression when she finally met my gaze reeked of trust. She was putting her virginity in my hands. The reality of that hit me at once. It was an honor.

“Now touch yourself,” I said.

“I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“Slide your finger into your underwear and I’ll walk you through it.”

She looked around. “Here?”

I shrugged. “Why not? If you want a more private location, I can hook that up. But we’d have to get dressed and leave, and that would be a pain.”

Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. At the same time, her hand dove beneath that elastic waistband, moving toward her sweet, untouched pussy.

“Slide a finger inside,” I said. “Tell me how it feels.”

Her lips parted slightly as her hand moved beneath the fabric. She didn’t speak for what seemed like hours, but finally,she said, “Feels a little weird. Probably because I’m not used to it.”

“Are you wet?” I asked.

Her eyes opened, and she stared at me for a long moment. I hoped I hadn’t pushed too far.

“I want to know that I made you wet for me,” I said. “That’s all.”

“Oh yeah. Very wet.”

I suppressed a groan. How was I ever going to hold out when this woman was so damn tempting?

“Okay, withdraw your finger,” I said.

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