QUICK AND EASY
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The sprawling one story was hopping, filled with liquored up cowboys doing the Texas Two Step with city girls who'd come up to ski.
Outside snow pounded the outbuildings as maintenance men struggled trying to re-connect power lines to the ski lodge and surrounding cabins.
"Gonna freeze your ass off up there Chuck, better come down before you electrocute yourself."
"Hell, Bo-fuck Egypt Power Company ain't gonna make it out here tonight--those girls gotta have power in their cabins when they get out of that dance."
"No way that's going to happen. They'll have to stay in the bunk house."
"With all those cowboys and our hillbilly band?"
"No choice, Chuck. It's either that or freeze. Tell them we'll haul their stuff up and bring 'em sleeping bags. The way they're all going at it out there on that dance floor, ain't gonna be nobody bitching about spending the night together."
By the time he'd made the announcement, the dance floor had changed from hopping to slow and seductive.
Feeling a sexual stirring in his gut, Chuck forgot what he was going to say and just surveyed the lucky bastards who were feeling up the asses of women he'd die for.
Why don't things like this happen to me he thought--like being a Rhinestone Cowboy Crooner on a Prevost RV headed for Reno--breaking down in precisely the spot where big city girls on a weekend fling are looking for a fast fuck.
"Why can't I have the kind of luck," he mumbled under his breath.
Jumping up on the stage, he made the
announcement but everyone was so blitzed, there was barely a reaction.
The band resumed playing, this time a fast one.
As he came down from the stage a hot blond with an hour glass figure grabbed him from behind and started grinding into him to the of rhythm of "Stay'in Alive."
Taking his cue from the action on the floor, the bandleader motioned to the guys to
fade out the music.
"Now we're gonna slow it all down for all you hot lovers out there.
When Chuck turned around to face his unknown dance partner to introduced himself, she beat him to it.
"I'm Bimbo. What's your name?"
"Charles. But the guys call me Chuck.
Is Bimbo really your name or are you pulling my chain?"
"God's truth. But you can call me Bimby.
Most guys do."
Taking her in his arms to dance to "Almost Persuaded," they settled into each other real fast like--in no time it was as if they were longtime lovers headed for the bedroom.
"Do you love me, baby?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, sure." Smoothing her hair back, he looked into her eyes--saw that his heart was as empty as her stare--that made his cock hard. Last damn thing in the world he wanted was another good hearted woman who'd love him and leave him again.
Pulling her close he busied himself marking his target--planting hickeys on her neck while they danced and she crushed against him.
"Hey Bimby, you here with anyone who'd care how we're dancing right now?"
"Only Dizzy Lizzy, and she won't care."
"Hey, you're not one of those girls who swings both ways are you?"
Laughing she told him, "Nope, my taste is for men--I'm just a good hearted woman in love with good timing men."
"Oh shit, not one of those!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Never mind, let's just talk."
"Okay, Chucky baby, but I talk best with my hands."
When the band played, "Help Me Make It Through The Night,"and followed it with "When We Get Behind Closed Doors," you'd have to be dead, not to feel the phonemes permeating the air.
Falling upon him like he was an open buffet she consumed him with such hungry lust they bumped up against the bathroom door and fell inside, down to the floor, on top of each other.
Not missing a beat, Chuck reached up and
bolted the door and fell back on top of her, hugging and kissing, dragging her skirt up to her waist, shoving his stiff cock into her crotchless panties where it found its own way up inside her and she cried out, "Yes, yes, fuck me baby, fuck me."
It was dirty, hot and furious, raw sex and the best he'd ever had.
As he lay on top of her he said, "You know what, you ARE, a good hearted woman."
This time her eyes weren't empty and she growled like a she cat.
"Hey big man, let's do it again."
"Okay baby, but later. Right now I gotta go get the women's stuff moved over here--dig up some sleeping bags for them."
"Be sure and get a double one for for us."
"Hell no! I'm taking you back to my cabin."
"You got power over there?"
"Should be, but if not, I'll make a fire.
Between the two of us, we'll stay warm
all weekend long."
The End.
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