TGIF in Lexington

What he could have was established. That was fine with me. He was gorgeous and built, and whether or not we’d established it, an international sports star. He also obviously was rich. On top of that he was personable. We’d had a very pleasant time driving up to Lexington and viewing the two properties. The interest he showed in the properties indicated he was a serious buyer. I’d asked him why he was looking here for a horse farm and he’d answered that he’d always wanted to have horses, he’d been in this area before, and he was looking at someplace as far away from what he’d previously known as possible. Now that I knew that he had somehow been involved in the Chechen war with Russia, I understood where he was coming from. The verdant rolling hills of the Lexington region certainly would be as far away from Chechnya as one could get.

He’d been friendly, but, until the moment in the café, in no way aggressive or suggestive since that walk into the airport parking garage, during the drive or the viewing of the properties. Now he was signaling interest in getting all that he was paying for. I was more than ready to accommodate him.

I rose and said, “Yes. It’s a great property we’ll see this afternoon. I think you’ll love the master bedroom.”

He laughed, a low, guttural laugh, and put his hand on my butt as we left the café. As we got closer to the car, he brought the hand up to my waistband, descended this time inside my trousers and briefs, running a finger into my crack, and lodging the tip of it at the rim of my hole.

Oh, yes, he was going to have me. And soon, I was sure. The man was in heat, which was putting me in heat too. I looked around the parking lot to see whether we could be observed if he lapped me in the Corvette and fucked me. But he didn’t do it. He was building up to it, though. I was afraid that when he exploded I was going to be overwhelmed. But he was a god; anything he wanted he could have.