Hair To Stay Erotica

The annoying jingle of the bells attached to the front door of Rhonda’s Green Thumb got the attention of the proprietor of the establishment, just as she was trying to post a message on her favorite website.

“Damn!” Rhonda said as she hurried to finish, and that caused her to start misspelling words.

Giving up, she jumped out of her chair and entered the front of the store. A couple in their thirties were looking around the store, walking in opposite directions around the showroom.

She was a willowy blonde with designer shades, who was chattering on the phone as she messed up the plant food display, just yakking away while oblivious to the world around her. Rhonda tried to work up a smile while waiting for a break in the conversation, so she could offer her assistance, and trying gamely to keep from getting irritated.

The guy - now that was a different story. A present day version of Sylvester Stallone, circa 1980. Long black hair just starting to need a trim, deep olive toned skin, and arms to die for; just looking at this guy made the blood rush to Rhonda’s face. What was he doing with this ditzy woman?

Rhonda admitted to herself that she’d love to see the two of them go at it, thinking that he could easily break that girl in two without even trying.

“Now, if you’re looking for a real woman… ,” Rhonda said under her breath.

Not very likely, Rhonda admitted to herself, as she watched the guy lean down and look at one of the planters on the floor. It didn’t figure that someone attracted to this blonde scarecrow would be much interested in her.

As she daydreamed, his shirt slid up a little in the back, revealing a light coat of jet black hair in the bared area.

“Easy now girl,” Rhonda murmured to no one, as she fantasized about what the rest of this gorgeous bear looked like, and knew she was going to spend the rest of the day visualizing wrapping her arms around this furry Adonis and feeling that pelt of his between her fingers.

“Excuse me, does this come in a smaller size?”

The blonde held a small bag of plant food in her hand, and as Rhonda explained that the $2.98 bag was the smallest they made, the woman’s cellphone went off again, and now the transaction was on hold as the woman babbled to somebody else about nothing in particular.

The clock had slid past 5, and while the shop wasn’t doing well enough to be able to turn away business, Rhonda had half a mind to throw her out on her ear. Finally the woman managed to talk and throw three dollar bills on the counter at the same time. Some coins got pitched like chicken feed in her direction for the tax, and the woman took her bag and left, chattering every step of the way.

Rhonda was so mad that she spun around as the woman departed and pulled off her smock, tossing it on the chair as she reached around the corner to grab the keys off the hook, hearing the now welcome jingle of the bells that signalled the departure of the last and most annoying customer of the day.

As Rhonda turned back toward the front door to lock it for the day, she was startled to look up and see the man standing beside the register, and he smiled as Rhonda jumped in shock at the sight of the hulk in her path.

“Omigod!” Rhonda exclaimed as the keys flew out her hand while she put on the brakes to avoid a collision.

The man went over to pick up the keys, and Rhonda felt foolish as he handed them to her, her fingers still trembling from the shock.

“I’m sorry… thank you,” Rhonda said as she brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face. “I thought you were gone. I mean, I figured you two were together.”

“Only together in the same room for the last two minutes,” the man replied, his voice a deep bass that was soothing to her ear. “Hopefully, that will be the last time too.”

Rhonda giggled as the man rolled his eyes toward the parking lot, showing a disdain for the woman that matched Rhonda’s.

“I didn’t realize you were closing though,” the man said. “I can come back another time.”

“NO!” Rhonda practically shouted, and bit her lip while trying to slither under the counter. “I mean, it’s no problem at all. Besides, I hate to end the day on a note like that. What were you in the market for?”

“I need a couple of hanging baskets for sure, and some greenery that will mask the fact that the house was just built, to give it a warm look so I can get somebody to buy it.”

“I’ve got a great selection back in the greenhouse,” Rhonda said. “Just let me lock the front door so nobody wanders in. Obviously I’m not very alert today.”

Rhonda hustled to the door and locked it, clicking off the OPEN neon sign before turning around to head to the back. The man waiting by the entrance of the greenhouse, and as Rhonda hurried to catch up with him, she noticed his eyes were very occupied with watching her walk.

The smock. Rhonda realized too late as she led the customer toward the back. She had taken the smock off, and it was now back behind the register somewhere, and now here she was walking around half naked in front of this guy.

Maybe not half naked, Rhonda admitted, but the bright yellow scoop-neck sleeveless blouse she wore beneath the smock certainly didn’t hide or minimize very much at all.

To Rhonda’s relief, the man didn’t roll his eyes, or even avert his eyes, but seemed very interested in giving her a thorough visual inspection. He seemed especially interested in Rhonda’s breasts, which swayed in their harness with every move she made, straining the fabric of the snug blouse.

“Will the baskets be getting a lot of sun?” Rhonda asked, looking at the dimple on the man’s chin, visible through his heavy five o’clock shadow, and then letting her eyes drift further downward at the spray of black hair that peeked out from the neckline of his charcoal colored t-shirt. The points of his nipples were clearly outlined against the cotton, and Rhonda’s mind raced at the sight.

“It was supposed to be a joke,” the man said, a amused look of his face. “Any sun? Only during the day.”

“Oh! Sorry!” Rhonda said, letting a belated chuckle out, realizing that the guy had been talking to her while she was gawking at him, and wondered if there were any other ways she come up with to make herself seem goofy. “I’m still recovering from the cell phone broad.”

“You’ve got a nice laugh, uh…” the man said, seemingly looking at her chest for a name tag.

“Uh, Rhonda,” she said awkwardly, patting the area below her neck, where her name tag would be if she hadn’t taken off her smock. “Oops. Nothing there.”

“Nothing could be further from the truth, at least from where I’m standing,” the man said with a sparkling smile. “My name’s Gino. Pleasure to meet you, Rhonda.”

Chapter Two: Customer service.

Rhonda’s heart fluttered a little as she tried to recover from the young man’s flirting while leading him to the back of the greenhouse. Too bad, she thought. If somehow she could shed a few years and a couple pounds before we reached the gladiolas, he’d probably want to do more than just flirt.

Rhonda liked the flirting and the attention Gino was giving her, and she was somewhat used to it, because she had a very outgoing personality that matched her voluptous body. Problem was, guys were usually attracted to the more traditional type women, which these days seemed to be the vacant, anoxeric and self centered variety, and there was less and less call for the free-spirited independent type. Child of the sixties, born a little too late, was Rhonda’s motto.

“Now these will love the sun,” Rhonda said as she spun around and stood next to the geraniums, reaching up and grabbing a hanging basket from the hook and holding it up while slowly spinning it.

Gino’s eyes looked up quickly as Rhonda displayed the plant, and she realized that Gino had been looking at her ass while she led him back there. Now he was intently looking at the flowers, and a smile spread over his face once again, as he really seemed to like them.

“Beautiful,” Gino said, seeming to visualize the plant in the yard as he gazed almost through the flowers. “And what about that one?” he asked, pointing to a plant hanging a little further over.

“That’s also a glad,” Rhonda said as she strained to reach it. “Just a deeper shade of red.”

“Magnificent!” Gino exclaimed as Rhonda held the plant up. “I’ll take both of them.”

“Great!” Rhonda responded, and set the plant down, not caring that she afforded Gino a peek down her cavernous cleavage as she did.

Fifty bucks and counting, Rhonda’s mental cash register calculated, and he didn’t seem to be done yet. This was turning into a profitable experience, Rhonda thought, and the eye candy she was enjoying was an added treat.

Those arms. His biceps seemed to be threatening to tear the fabric of the t-shirt whenever he moved, and those forearms were so hairy too. She knew that she would have something to focus on tonight in the bathtub, and she regretted never installing a security camera in the place, because she could watch a movie of this guy walking around for hours.

“That plant there,” Gino continued. “What’s that?”

“This is a peony,” Rhonda said, straining to reach the basket that was displayed over the sacks of fertilizer. “Now this needs a lot of shade, and a little more TLC than the gladiolas, but they are worth it.”

“Breathtaking,” Gino said as he shook his head slowly from side to side. “No wonder you call your place ‘Rhonda’s Green Thumb’. You have such an amazing talent that lets you grow such beautiful things.”

“Oh - thank you,” Rhonda said, momentarily stunned by the adulation over a rather ordinary pongo.

Rhonda then noticed that Gino seemed to be looking beyond the plant. Thinking at first he might have sort of visual impairment, she held the plant closer to her, and then watched as his eyes slid along with the movement, looking behind it like it was an obstacle.

“Then again, the plant is appealing too, isn’t it?” Rhonda said with the hint of a smirk.

“Oh yes, it’s very nice. I’ll take that one too.”

Gino’s smile was unapologetic, even after he realized that Rhonda was on to him. She had figured out that what he had been enthralled at were not the plants, but in watching Rhonda reaching up for them, and in doing so exposing the tuft of auburn hair that graced her unshaved armpit.

“Anything else I can show you?” Rhonda said with a giggle. “Something else you see that I can reach up for?”

“Back here in your natural habitat, you don’t fluster easily, do you?” Gino replied. “And that giggle is as sexy as your laugh is.”

“Four out of five say my giggle is wicked cool.”

“I’ll bet you make a lot of sounds that are nothing short of incredible,” Gino said. “Maybe before I get done shopping I’ll hear some more of them.”

Chapter Three: Gino checks out.

For Rhonda, the next half hour flew by, as Gino kept buying things while keeping Rhonda laughing and carrying on a delightful conversation. The flirting continued, on both sides, and in the process they learned a little about each other.

Gino was just 30, a fact that made Rhonda wince as she calculated that she was biologically old enough to be his mother, but Gino didn’t bat an eye when Rhonda told him she had just turned 44.

They were both divorced; Gino from marrying too young, and Rhonda, from, as she bluntly put is, “Marrying too dumb.”

“Making mistakes is something we all do,” Gino said with a sigh. “As long as you learn from them, they all serve a purpose.”

As Gino kept buying things, they had to grab a flat-bed truck to carry them, and by the time they made it back into the main store it was filled with all sorts of plants and foliage.

“And the verdict is, three hundred dollars and 14 cents,” Rhonda announced as the final total appeared on the register. “Since you’ve been such wonderful company and my best customer of the day, call it an even $300!”

“I knew my stay at the charm school would pay off someday,” Gino said as he pulled his billfold from his back pocket, extricating three crisp one hundred dollar bills from a wallet where they seemed to have a lot of company, and handed them to Rhonda.

“Thank you!” Rhonda chirped merrily, not even glancing at the bills to see if they were real, and slipped them under the drawer in the register. If she was going to get burned, at least she had something to show for it.

Rhonda peeled the receipt out of the machine and handed it to Gino, and their hands grazed together as she did, making Rhonda’s heart skip a beat.

Those hands, Rhonda thought to herself as she looked at those meaty paws. What would it be like to have them on her body? Would they be gentle and caring, or would they be rough and demanding? Maybe both. Either way would be wicked cool, she figured.

Once again, Rhonda pulled herself out of her dream world, mentally spanking herself for acting like a schoolgirl, and hoped these flights of fantasy wasn’t an early sign of senility.

Rhonda held the front door open for Gino as he navigated the cart out to the parking lot, almost sorry that he was going. Check that, she thought. Very sorry he was going. He was such a warm and friendly guy, with such a great sense of humor, that even though they had only shared an hour, it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

Besides, it had been quite a while since a man had treated her like someone desirable, Rhonda mused as she watched Gino effortlessly wheel the heavy cart through the gravel parking area, and even though she knew he was only playing around it still meant something to her.

He had openly stared at her quite often during the time in the greenhouse. He stared at various parts of her body, and when Rhonda would catch him doing it, he would simply smile and keep looking. He had no shame in looking, or in getting caught at it, and he didn’t do it in a leering and vulgar way either. Chances are, if Rhonda had asked him what he was doing, he probably would have come right out and said it.

“I’m looking down your blouse at your breasts,” or whatever had caught his eye, is what he probably would have said, and it was this sincere and intense directness that Rhonda found so appealing and so sensual. A man with that kind of confidence oozed sexuality as far as she was concerned, and she had no doubt that his dance card was booked solid for life.

“Is that you?” Rhonda asked as Gino lowered the back of the black F-150 pick-up truck, looking at the logo on the side.

“Lanzarotta and Son?” Gino said. “Yep. I’m the son. It’s a partnership. I do the work, and pop goes to Vegas, and Florida and Aruba, and everywhere else on the planet. He tells me this is the way a good partnership works, but I dunno.”

“Gino Lanzarotta. Nice Irish name you have there!Well, someday maybe you’ll be the one carousing around while your kid does all the dirty work,” Rhonda quipped as she cast aside any doubts about the authenticity of the bills he had given her, as his company was one of the major builders in the town.

“If I live long enough that is,” Gino responded with a laugh.

“Well, if your Dad is unattached and is half as nice as you are, send him on in to see me,” Rhonda responded.

“I don’t think Dad could keep up with you, even if he was single,” Gino said, pulling up the gate of the truck and closing it before turning to face Rhonda. “I have a hunch that you are a lot of woman to handle.”

“Besides,” Gino added as he looked into Rhonda’s green eyes, “Why would I want to share a treasure like you with anybody else?”

Rhonda laughed at that while she slipped her hands in the back pockets of her slacks, but her laughter first faded and then stopped altogether, as she looked back up at Gino and saw that he was not laughing, or chuckling, or even smiling. Just staring into her eyes.

Rhonda felt a shiver race down her spine, and her entire body visibly quivered as they looked at each other. Around them, a gentle rain had begun to fall. Almost a mist, but it had the promise of becoming more intense if the forecasts were correct.

“Somebody walking on my grave,” Rhonda said, trying to explain away her body betraying her feelings.

“First time I saw you get flustered since you dropped your keys,” Gino said. “Your ‘flustered’ works for me too.”

“So, would you like to go out some evening?” Gino continued. “I know that our schedules are probably crazy, what with our businesses and all, but I’d really love to spend some more time with you.”

“Me?” Rhonda asked. “Go out? Sure, I’d love to.”

“Well, why don’t I give you a call and we can figure out a good time for the both of us?”

“That would be wicked cool!” Rhonda said happily, wanting to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her.

“Okay then, I’ll get back to you,” Gino said, walking slowly toward the door of his truck.

“Great!” Rhonda replied, and then just before Gino climbed into the truck she had an idea.

“Hey, do you want to come in for a drink now?” Rhonda said, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth, worrying for a second that he thought she might be sounding like a desperate woman. “We could maybe order a pizza or something if you’d like, but if you’ve got other plans - I mean, I know it’s Saturday night and…”

Rhonda stepped back as Gino opened the door of the truck and hopped out.

“Too late. I accept,” Gino said, swinging the door close and locking it with his remote, glancing at the load in his truck. “I hope your flowers can take a little rain.”

“They’re your flowers now, remember?” Rhonda said with a laugh. “But I stand behind every flower I sell.”

Chapter Four: Rhonda’s rain forest.

“Be it ever so humble,” Rhonda proclaimed after leading Gino through her store to the back of the greenhouse, where a stairwell led to the attachment which was her house.

“Very cute,” Gino said as he entered the kitchen. “At least you don’t have a long way to get home.”

“What would you like to drink?” Rhonda asked as she rummaged through the bottles squirreled away in the corner of the kitchen counter. “I’ve got tequila, and tequila, and some more tequila, and beer too.”

“Been a while since I had tequila,” Gino said. “Make me one of whatever you’re having.”

“Two margaritas coming up!” Rhonda announced, and gathered up the ingredients in no time flat.

“Obviously you’ve done this before,” Gino said in admiration as Rhonda deftly sliced up a lime and ran a slice around the rims of the glasses before putting the coarse salt on.

“Too many times, probably,” Rhonda said and she finished preparing the drinks. “Here you are. Want to go out to the back porch?”

“Right behind you.”

Rhonda loved showing off her back porch, as it was the space she put most of her time and effort into. The rest of the house was strictly utilitarian, but as you neared the back you could see where she had invested all her time and money. When she opened the vertical blinds and pulled the sliding glass door open, she heard Gino gasp as he stepped out onto the porch.

“This is unbelievable!” Gino said as he stepped onto the porch, with Rhonda at his side reveling in his reaction. “It’s like another world back here!”

Indeed it was, and as Gino looked around the small area, he was clearly impressed with what she had accomplished. The 20′X 15′ porch was about six feet off the ground, and looked out on a yard that was only about twice that size.

Trees and vines completely surrounded the little yard, which was full of flowers and shrubbery. and plants in a rainbow of colors hung from the hooks all around the ceiling of the porch. On the porch, a couch and coffee table were the only creature comforts, giving the room an even more spacious look.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Gino said. “It’s almost like Jurrasic Park back here. The county road is only about 100 feet away and you feel like you’re in the middle of the jungle.”

“Thanks. It’s my little sanctuary from civilization,” Rhonda explained. “My ex wanted to clear out all this land back here and put in a pool and a bunch of other crap, but luckily I held my ground.”

“Good thing you did, because this is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before,” Gino said as he peeked out around the corner, the rain building in intensity with every minute. “You must get driven crazy by mosquitoes though, don’t you?”

“Not usually,” Rhonda told him. “I’ve got lemongrass growing all around the bottom of the porch, and these marigolds and geraniums are pretty good at repelling mosquitoes too. I’m not much on perfumes and things like that, which the bugs also adore.”

“Natural is best - in every way,” Gino said with a smile.

“And when all else fails,” Rhonda said in conclusion, and reached over to hit the switch that activated the automatic screens that surrounded the porch. When they dropped down to the ledge, the fine mesh of the screen was barely visible, enabling a virtually unblemished view of the outside. “Voila! Rhonda’s rain forest.”

“You should do this for a living - designing patios and gardens,” Gino noted.

“I have for a couple of people, but most folks have their own ideas.”

“If you want, I’d love you to do some work for me,” Gino said, moving over to the couch that was against the wall of the house, safe from the elements.

“Sounds good to me. Make yourself comfortable,” Rhonda said as she motioned for Gino to sit on the couch.

“God, I could sleep out here, it’s so peaceful, Gino said as he eased himself into the overstuffed couch.

“I do, whenever I can. What’s really cool is going out into the middle of the garden on a clear night. It’s like a little ampitheatre down there with a planetarium view when you look straight up. You can see forever and you feel so small and insignificant.”

Rhonda sat on the other end of the couch, putting her arm up on the back of it, which did not escape Gino’s attention. Not much did, Rhonda surmised, and she loved the way Gino took a long and loving look at what she had exposed.

“Neat shoes,” Gino noted after finally taking his eyes away from her underarm.

“My crocs?” Rhonda said as she lifted her foot onto the cushion between them. “They look wacky, but they are so comfortable.”

“May I?” Gino said, and without waiting for an invitation took the powder blue vinyl clog off of Rhonda foot, and after looking at the hole-filled top of the shoe, set it aside.

“This is much more interesting,” Gino said, and calmly reached for Rhonda’s foot, beginning to rub it very slowly and firmly.

“Ooooh! That feels so good,” Rhonda exclaimed as Gino’s long beefy fingers began to knead her toes. “Bet my feet stink.”

“No, they don’t,” Gino responded, putting Rhonda immediately at ease. “They smell fine and they feel nice too. I love women’s feet. One of my favorite parts of a woman’s body - I guess you can guess some of my other favorites by now. Hope you don’t mind me doing this.”

“Mind?” Rhonda said as her foot was expertly massaged. “Only if you stop.”

“I can do this for a long time,” Gino cautioned. “Especially feet as pretty as yours. Pretty ankles too.”

Rhonda was so wrapped up in the sensual manipulation of her foot that she hadn’t noticed that her legs were bare up to mid-calf. The slacks had either ridden up or Gino had slid it upwards, but whichever had happened, there they were.

Gino didn’t even blink when his hands slid up Rhonda’s ankles, the fine auburn hair that lightly graced the insides of her lower calves feathering through his fingers as they slid up against the grain, and he even seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as she was.

“So soft - so deliciously soft,” were Gino only words, as he looked up to gauge Rhonda’s reaction, and as Rhonda returned his gaze through what felt like glazed eyes, they exchanged smiles.

“Cold?” Gino asked after he asked Rhonda to put her other foot up for similar treatment.

“No,” Rhonda said in a squeaky voice, the shiver that went through her body caused by the kneading of the sole of her foot rather than the temperature, which was becoming more humid by the minute.

The evening was quickly becoming night, and the rain had almost stopped, allowing the insects to begin their nighttime symphony. Peepers called out to prospective mates, and crickets chirped around the porch as a light fog began to form.

Inside the porch, the glow from the candles allowed Rhonda to watched Gino work his magic on her feet and ankles. Gino looked up and, seeing Rhonda watching him, raised Rhonda’s right foot up a little as he bowed his head.

Their eyes still meeting, Gino kissed Rhonda’s big toe, and then wrapped his lips around it and slid his mouth down. Rhonda’s breath caught in her throat as he watched Gino repeat that with every one of her toes, nibbling and sucking each one.

“What do you think about that?” Gino said, the flickering light of the candle dancing on his face.

“I - uh - think I need another drink?” Rhonda said, sliding her feet back onto the floor. “How about you?”

“Sure, but make it a little weaker,” Gino said. “Don’t want to drink too much if I’m going to be driving home.”

Rhonda headed back inside and wound her way into the kitchen, where she was able to take a deep breath at last. Her head was spinning and her mind was racing as she fumbled around with the Souza.

Rhonda’s entire body was on fire. The last few hours had been the most electrifying experience she could ever recall having. Gino had been assaulting all of her senses with every word, every movement and every look. Everything he did and said was for her and her alone, and she was having a difficult time controlling herself.

Now, just as she was starting to clear her head, a squeaking floor board around the corner gave away the fact that he was joining her again. And there he was, still gorgeous looking and still penetrating her with those eyes, and now standing beside her.

“Get scared out there?” Rhonda asked. “Or maybe you were afraid I’d slip you a mickey?”

“No, I just started to miss you, so I thought I’d come join you. Maybe see if I can help.”

“Not much to do,” Rhonda said as she finished cutting the lime.

“Maybe just offer some encouragement then,” Gino said, his hand suddenly on Rhonda’s shoulder.

His hand gently squeezed the soft rounded shoulder a second before letting his hand slide down. Down her shoulder, her bicep and all the way down to her wrist. Rhonda’s arm became covered with goose bumps in the wake of Gino’s stroke, and the tiny hairs on her arms stood up straight as his hand retraced its path.

“Whatcha doin’?” Rhonda asked in a quivering voice, as Gino leaned lightly over her shoulder.

“Trying to see if I can make you feel half as excited about me, as I am about you.”

“Uh, mission accomplished and then some,” Rhonda replied, doing a horrible job at salting the glasses because Gino’s breath was on her neck, and his hand was taking another lazy trek down her arm.

“Good,” Gino said. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before, and I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but you are without a doubt the most sensual and most desirable woman I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” Rhonda replied, the room starting to tilt again, causing her the lean against the counter for support, and not from the one little drink she’d had. “I remember hearing it from drunks in bars at closing time, back in the day.”

“I’m not drunk, am I,” Gino asked, his fingers sliding off of Rhonda’s shoulder and now caressing her bicep.

“No,” Rhonda admitted.

“And it isn’t closing time either - or is it? Please don’t tell me that.”

Rhonda looked up at Gino, his eyes making her melt again. So intense - so penetrating that she was unable and unwilling to do anything but shake her head no.

“I remember driving past here and seeing you a few times; either putting up one of your puns on the store sign, or out in the parking lot talking with customers, and I always wanted to stop and meet you. You seemed so warm and friendly, and always smiling and happy.”

“An illusion,” Rhonda said, staring at the drinks she had stopped making.

“Then when I came in and got to talk with you, you were so real, so perfect, that I can’t believe you weren’t built especially for me.”

“Oh, I’m a real work of art.”

“You are to me,” Gino responded. “Your laugh makes me feel warm inside. Those green eyes are so mesmorizing that when you look at me I feel helpless. You’re witty, and smart too. What’s more attractive than a smart and confident business woman?”

Rhonda felt nothing like the woman Gino was describing, and now his body was against her, the heat radiating from him made her feel like she was opening an oven door.

“I haven’t even gotten to the areas below your neck yet,” Gino practically hissed, his mouth brushing against her ear. “I was crazy about you before you took your smock off, and after you did - the more of you I see, the more amazing you look to me. It’s scary how perfect you are to me. Almost like you were created from a blueprint of all my fantasies.”

Rhonda held onto the counter for dear life, trying to think of something to say, but was having trouble catching her breath.

Then Gino was whispering in her ear, even though no one else was within a half mile of them, and after he finished, Rhonda spun away from him, managing to blurt out, “Excuse me a second,” before hurrying into the bathroom.

Chapter Five: The mirror.

Reaching the bathroom as fast as she could, Rhonda closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, trying to regain her composure. She stepped over to the sink and leaned forward, looking into the mirror in front of her, before splashing a little cold water on her face.

This could not be happening. Everything. All that had gone on since Gino had come into her shop four hours ago. Rhonda felt like her whole world had turned upside down, and she was careening out of control.

Now she was on the verge of saying yes, and of doing everything that Gino wanted her to do, which was contrary to the way she had lived her entire adult life.

“I want you so badly,” Gino had whispered into her ear out in the kitchen. “I’m bad at things like this. Not good at the right words and things like that, but I want to do everything to you that a man can do to a woman.”

Gino had delivered those words in such a feral tone that Rhonda had to bolt away from him. Not out of fear of Gino, because she felt perfectly secure around him, but more out of fear of what she was about to do.

“What’s wrong with that?”

Rhonda asked the question of the reflection in the mirror, and for once she was stumped for a answer. What was the problem with letting go? Of taking a chance and letting nature take its course?

It was obvious that there was something between the two of them. Hell, the air was so charged with electricity out there that you could almost see the sparks and hear the crackling. He wanted her, and for once it seemed that he wanted her because of the way she was, and not despite it.

Rhonda started to get herself together, but after brushing her hair and drying her face, she suddenly stopped. Gino was attracted to her because of the way she looked. Why change a thing?

Rhonda grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and yanked the door open, determined to be as honest and wild as he wanted her to be. As she wanted herself to be.

The only problem was, when Rhonda went back into the kitchen, Gino was gone.

Chapter Six: Where’s Gino?

Rhonda’s heart sank as she saw the kitchen empty, and the door that led to the store open. Had he bolted, or had she left it open as she often did? How long had she been in the bathroom talking to herself?

Rhonda walked through the house in search of Gino. It didn’t take long for her to find him. He was standing in the doorway of the porch, his body silhouetted by the candlelight from the porch. As Rhonda approached, she also noticed a very interesting detail.

Gino was nearly naked. Clad only in a pair of form fitting cream colored boxer briefs, with his clothes folded neatly on the arm of a living room chair, he stood with his hands up on the molding of the door.

“Uh - hi!” Rhonda said. “Thought you skipped out on me.”

Rhonda walked around him and stood on the porch facing him.

“Hello,” Gino said, looking a little stunned.

“Pretty confident, aren’t you?” Rhonda said, her smirk and snicker both signs that she was not offended.

“Actually, if I were as confident as you think I was, I wouldn’t be wearing my underwear,” Gino said. “I was guessing you were coming out dressed provocatively or not wearing a stitch. Guess I misread you.”

“The thought occurred to me,” Rhonda admitted as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. “Guess I don’t have the confidence in my body that you do.”

“You should,” Gino said.

Rhonda shrugged a little, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while letting her eyes drift downward. Gino’s chest was broad and covered with a thick pelt of glistening black hair. The hair thinned slightly toward his stomach; which was not a sculpted six-pack type but just a normal fit one.

As Rhonda’s eyes went down to the briefs, she let out a little gasp as she saw the thick bulge that snaked down the front of the cotton garment, threatening to peek out of the leg opening. She forced herself to look away, continuing her appraisal with a cursory look at his hairy, well-muscled legs before looking back up at him.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Gino said, a smile emerging as he realized that Rhonda was not offended by his brazenness.

“I was thinking two things,” Rhonda confessed. “One was that I wished I had come out naked.”

“Never too late,” Gino advised her with a wink.

“Second thing was that you looked like something familiar standing there like that. You know the movie ‘Rocky’, where he’s got Adrianne up in his place, and he’s hanging on a pipe trying to seduce her, and she’s looking like she’s scared to death?”

“Love that movie,” Gino said. “But you don’t look scared.”

“I could if you wanted me to,” Rhonda suggested. “Actually, you’re a little hirsute for Stallone. Maybe more like Kong, That’s it! In this jungle setting you look just like him.”

“King Kong?” Gino said. “Is that a compliment?”

“To me it is,” Rhonda said, letting her tongue slide along her lips. “Kong is wicked cool. He loves his babes and will do anything to protect them. That’s you, standing there like you’re chained up helpless and all.”

“Who are you going to be then?” Gino asked. “Fay Wray? Jessica Lange? Naomi Watts? I think even Linda Hamilton was in one.”

“You decide.”

“I get to pick? That’s easy. I pick you.”

“Really? Well, okay. Let’s see, now you’re going to be chained up like that?”

“My wrists are secured,” Gino said, pretending to try and remove them from the molding.

“You can’t get free, and I can do whatever I want to you, right?”

“Up to a point.”

“Ah-ha! I knew there was a catch!” Rhonda exclaimed.

“Remember?” Gino cautioned her. “There’s a point when Kong gets so riled up and out of control that he breaks free.”

“Oh-oh. Then what happens?”

“Kong - rather, I break free, grab you in my hand and… ”

“Sounds scary,” Rhonda said. “Will Kong have his way with me then?”

“That’s the way I see the plot unfolding,” Gino grinned.

“Will he be rough or tender?”

“I think maybe a combination of the two,” Gino surmised. “He’ll be passionate and loving, but after all, he is an animal.”

“Mmmmm - now that sounds intriguing, but there’s always the chance that I couldn’t drive you wild enough to get you to break free,” Rhonda mused.

“I wouldn’t count on that.”

Rhonda stepped back and bit her lower lip while considering the scenario.

“Wait there Kong!” Rhonda said, and scurried into the house.

Chapter Seven: Fortification.

Rhonda hurried back to Gino in rapid fashion, with a bottle of tequila, a slice of lime and a couple of shot glasses, one of them filled with salt.

“I did promise you a drink, so this is it. Tequila body shot.”

“What’s that?” Gino asked.

“You pick a body part,” Rhonda explained. “Then you make it wet.”

Rhonda bent toward Gino, her tongue finding Gino’s crimson nipple through the fur and licking it, her teeth nibbling the aureola and sucking on it hard.

“Ooooh!” Gino moaned as Rhonda’s mouth released the little bud.

“Then add salt,” Rhonda said, taking the salt-filled shot glass and tipping it as she pressed it against the moist area, leaving a coating of salt.

“Then enjoy!” Rhonda proclaimed, and proceeded to suck the salt off of Gino’s chest before downing the shot and sinking her teeth into the slice of lime.

“Mmmmmm!” Rhonda said as she licked her lips.

“That looks good,” Gino said. “I want to try that.”

“Stay, Kong!” Rhonda ordered. “Apes can’t be bartenders. “Here you go.”

Rhonda dipped her tongue into the salt, coating the tip of it, and poured Gino a shot. She leaned up to Gino, exposing her tongue, and he wrapped his lips around it. Their tongues danced together as he devoured the salt along with Rhonda’s tongue.

Rhonda managed to extricate her tongue from Gino’s mouth and offered him the shot, which he allowed to slide down his throat before tasting the lime.

“How was that?” Rhonda asked.

“Can I have another?” Gino asked hopefully. “Not the drink, just the salt?”

“Maybe later,” Rhonda said cautiously. “And what’s with the talking, Kong? Now you just stand there in your shackles and let me do what I have to do.”

Rhonda’s hands slid through his chest hair, which was somewhere between coarse and soft, her fingers raking through the dense growth as her nails scraped lightly into the skin below.

“Like hair?” Gino asked.

“LOVE hair,” Rhonda replied.

“Me too,” Gino answered.

“I know,” Rhonda whispered, bringing her finger up to Gino’s lips as if to silence him, before sliding up his arm to his wrist. Her fingers caressed his forearms on the way down, and squeezed his bicep, which was bulging and hard to the touch.

Rhonda moved her face into the thick tuft of hair under Gino’s arm, softly kissing the fur, savoring the woodsy, masculine scent that followed her affections. Gino let out a moan as Rhonda did this again on his other side.

Can’t believe I’m actually doing this. That thought flew through Rhonda’s mind as she went back to chew on Gino’s nipple. What must he think of her? Was she that easy? Or were they just following their instincts and letting things happen naturally? Rhonda was too consumed with her lust to know, or even care at this point.

“Have to make sure that you’re still tied up,” Rhonda said and she ran her hands up Gino’s furry, rippled arms.

“I’m still secured for now,” Gino said.

“That’s good,” Rhonda said. “Now here’s a kiss for now.”

Rhonda leaned up and kissed Gino, their tongues dueling briefly as Gino tried to grind himself into her.

Rhonda broke off the kiss with a coy smile, and while their eyes met each other, Rhonda slid her right hand down Gino’s body. over his chest and down his stomach, her fingers finally reaching the cotton of his shorts.

There was no problem finding the bulge that was his manhood, and Rhonda made a choking sound as her hand slid over the thickness of him. Gino’s eyes rolled back in his head as her hand traveled down the length of him.

Rhonda found herself kneeling down in front of Gino. her face level with the object of her recent attention. She ran her hands down Gino’s thickly furred legs as she leaned forward, kissing the outline of Gino’s cock. The musky and manly smell of him only inflamed Rhonda further, and as much as Rhonda wanted to tease Gino, she was losing control of herself.

Reaching up, Rhonda took the elastic of the briefs in her trembling hands and began slowly pulling them down. Gino’s pubic bush, which was only detectable because the hair was thicker and denser than everywhere around it, was exposed, followed by the base of his manhood.

Rhonda revealed his cock slowly, inching the briefs down and exposing the thick bronze tool. Down and down the briefs went, and as more and more of him was exposed, Rhonda began to hyperventilate a little.

Steady girl, Rhonda told herself. It’s just a cock, and you’ve seen a few of them in your day. Not in a long time, but still and all, it’s just a penis.

A lot of penis. When the briefs finally came down, Rhonda leaned back to allow the biggest cock she had even seen gently sway upwards as it was released from the confinement. Rhonda never cared much about size, but it was tough not to be impressed by the cock that was bobbing in front of her.

Uncircumsized and bronze, when Rhonda finally reached up to grab the base of it, she couldn’t get her fingers completely around him. The bulbous head of the thing strained against the foreskin, still hidden in the sheath.

Rhonda’s mouth came over to him as she raised the weighty tool, and her tongue probed into the puckered foreskin, finding the tip of his cock wet and sensitive. She tasted his pungent seed, finding it surprisingly pleasant tasting, and after swabbing it clean, Rhonda began sampling the crinkled rim of his foreskin with a gentle
nibbling.

Always curious about being with an uncircumsized guy, Rhonda was finding that teasing the foreskin with her lips and teeth was not only exciting to herself, it was making an impression on her captive Gino as well. Gino’s moans and groans were driving Rhonda wild, and she was squirming as much as Gino was.

“Am I hurting you?” Rhonda said, taking her mouth away from her treasure for a brief second.

“No,” Gino grunted, and Rhonda didn’t know it was possible for the word ‘no’ to sound like it had syllables.

“That’s good,” Rhonda said. “You let me know if I do.”

Rhonda grabbed onto the shaft with both hands and retracted the foreskin, exposing the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock, which was a lighter shade of brown with a crimson tint to it. By the time the head was fully exposed, the skin was extremely taut and precum was oozing out of it again.

Rhonda dabbed at the seed with her tongue as her hands slid up and down the shaft, letting the foreskin roll back and forth over the crown with each stroke. The fact that even with both hands wrapped around the thing, the crown was still fully visible, was not lost on Rhonda.

After getting Gino to start squirming even more with the milking of his weapon, Rhonda wrapped her lips around the head, sliding her mouth down the path her hands took. The thickness of him gagged her at first, but she soon grew accustomed to the size of him, and began taking more of him in her mouth each time.

As she looked down at the half of him that she could not get into her mouth no matter how hard she tried, she realized that she was not going to be able to dust off her old deep throat techniques on Gino, but he didn’t seem to mind. He thrust himself forward as Rhonda’s mouth took him in, and his knees were bent and his thigh muscles were quivering.

Rhonda pulled her lips slowly back over his glistening spear and pulled it upwards, resting it on the top of her head as her mouth found his sack. She took the furry eggs into her mouth one at a time, sucking vigorously on the orbs while his cock slid on her head. Back and forth she went, delighting in letting them pop out of her mouth as she changed back and forth. Rhonda wanted to do this all night, and would have, except for one thing.

Rhonda felt the hand on the back of her scalp, and when Gino begin to pull her up to her feet, she rose up in his firm but tender grasp.

“Uh-oh!” Rhonda said with a giggle as she stood up before Gino, who had broken free of his imaginary restraints and was looking as if he had been played with enough. “Where now? Empire State Building?”

“Bed,” Gino said simply, and followed Rhonda back into the house, the handful of hair a gentle reminder that her Kong was now in charge, at least for the time being.

Chapter Eight: Rhonda’s bedroom.

Rhonda paused in the doorway of her bedroom and grabbed the molding of the doorway, playfully holding on as Gino bumped into her, his hardness poking her butt as she stopped.

“What are you going to do to me?” Rhonda said with a giggle.

“Why don’t I tell you what I’m NOT going to do to you?” Gino whispered into her ear. “Save time that way.”

Gino’s breath on Rhonda’s neck gave her goose bumps, and as Gino spoke, he released the gentle grip he had on her hair. Gino reached around her, grinding his cock into her butt crack, and his hands cupped Rhonda’s bosom.

“Ohhh,” Rhonda groaned as she looked down and saw those big hands clutching her full breasts through the flimsy yellow blouse. Her nipples stuck out like bullets as Gino kneaded her tits, and Rhonda was now holding onto the doorway for support.

“Gotta see you,” Gino hissed, and he reached down and pulled her blouse upwards. Rhonda lifted her arms to allow Gino to pull it off of her as they began moving into the room, but when he had gotten the blouse up around her elbows, he stopped and twisted the fabric, leaving Rhonda fully exposed with arms tangled up in the blouse.

“You’re so beautiful,” Gino said as he leaned down and kissed Rhonda’s engorged crimson nipple, letting his teeth lightly scrape the tender thick stubs, and making Rhonda’s knees weak.

Gino’s eyes were focused on Rhonda’s armpit, and his fingers slid over from her breasts to her underarm, and as his fingernails raked through the soft patch of moist fur he made a gentle moan of his own.

“That is so sexy,” Gino said, as his head followed his hand.

Gino’s lips grazed the damp hairs, his eyes watching for Rhonda’s reaction, and then began kissing his way through the lightly scented tuft before reaching her bicep and retracing his trail again.

“Omigod,” Rhonda moaned, her legs getting wobbly and the room beginning to tilt a little on her.

Gino took her over to the bed, her arms still tangled in her blouse, and unbuttoned Rhonda’s slacks, coaxing them to the floor. As he straightened up, Rhonda noted happily that he was still hard as a rock, the massive pole swaying lazily in front of him as he moved.

“Nice kitty,” Gino said, his hand going down between Rhonda’s legs and touching the cat that adorned her undies. Rhonda blushed as she realized he was referring to the cat panties she was wearing.

Rhonda giggled as she felt Gino’s fingers rub against the cotton, and Gino smiled when he noticed how damp the fabric was.

“Kitty is a little wet,” Gino said in the understatement of the year, and as he moved his hand to the elastic he also noted, “Furry too.”

Gino’s fingers stroked the auburn hairs that were peeking out from the sides and smiled at Rhonda.

“You just keep getting better and better,” Gino added.

“I’m all tied up here,” Rhonda said dryly. “Can’t get my arms down.”

“I like it like that,” Gino said, and eased Rhonda down onto the bed. Rhonda had been embarrassed to see that she had forgotten to make the bed, but it was just as well.

Gino slid down Rhonda’s panties as she shrugged off the shirt from her arms, and his lips danced their way down from Rhonda’s navel and into the lush triangle that adorned her womanhood.

His tongue was slow and steady, sliding up and down her swollen labia before darting inside for a taste. His tongue danced expertly around her pussy - probing and swabbing as Rhonda squirmed with delight. She was arching her hips up to meet his mouth, wanting more and more of him, as she was brought to the brink of orgasm a couple of times before Gino stopped and climbed up, kneeling between Rhonda’s parted thighs.

Rhonda wanted to tell Gino to be gentle. It had been such a long time and he was so big, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, Rhonda looked down at Gino, who had his swollen cock in his hand and was bringing it to her pussy.

“Please,” Rhonda said weakly as Gino brought the exposed crown of his tool to the lips of her womanhood.

As Rhonda braced herself for him, Gino gently put the head of his cock inside of her and then pulled it back out. Again and again Gino did this; slipping the tip of his tool inside of her and then pulling it out, while Rhonda squirmed.

Now Rhonda was arching her back, trying to raise her pussy up to take him inside her. She was ready - she wanted him, but he kept up with the same exquisite torture while enjoying Rhonda’s contortions.

“Fuck!” Rhonda heard herself scream, and now the glans was doing what his tongue had been doing earlier, rubbing and circling her clit.

Her orgasm was coming now. There was no stopping it, and when it came it hit Rhonda like a speeding train. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and her whole body began convulsing as she came. She was screaming and thrashing around while Gino kept using her cock on her clit, and through the haze she saw her pussy erupt as the orgasm reached it’s zenith.

“What - what did you do?” Rhonda muttered as Gino came up closer to the head of the bed, stradlleing her stomach. Rhonda could see that Gino’s stomach and groin were dripping wet, and he was shaking his head and smiling.

“It was all you,” Gino said. “And you looked incredible doing it. Never saw that before.”

“Never did that before,” Rhonda muttered to herself, her body still doing sporatic quivers as Gino slid back down after checking on her.

Chapter Nine: Endless love.

Gino slid the tip of his member at the gateway of Rhonda’s opening and eased himself inside of her. Penetrating her so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible to the eye, he slid his thick manhood into Rhonda while she moaned, her back arching while she clutched wildly at Gino.

He continued working himself in and out of Rhonda in the same slow and tantalizing way, and as Rhonda became used to his size, her pussy was able to take more and more of him with every stroke.

Rhonda looked up at Gino, his eyes screwed shut and his head raised upward, and judging by the way his teeth were biting into his lower lip she knew that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to look at her either.

She had no such problem looking, and after Gino had slid himself into her all the way, Rhonda looked down while he pulled himself out. His bronze cock was glistening as it emerged from the jungle of her bush, so hard that it almost seemed to be pulsating, and as the tip began to slide completely out of her, he plunged it in again.

“Omigod,” Rhonda groaned at Gino impaled her once more.

“Look at me babe,” Rhonda said as she pulled her arms around Gino’s neck.

“Can’t,” Gino grunted as his sweat rained down on her. “I’ll cum.”

“I know,” Rhonda smiled. “Cum for me Gino. I want to watch you when you do. I’ll get you up again, babe. I swear. It’s okay.”

Gino looked down at Rhonda and began to move his cock inside of her a little quicker. Rhonda smiled and nodded encouragement, reaching down and grabbing his furry ass cheeks and squeezing them.

Gino’s face suddenly contorted, the muscles and veins in his neck and face bulging, and he let out a sound that sounded to be part groan and part growl. Rhonda felt his cock jerk inside of her, and she clamped down on him as best she good while he erupted inside of her.

“Mmmmmm,” Rhonda purred as his cock finally stopped twitching inside of her.

“Sorry,” Gino gasped as he suspended himself above her with his arms. “It’s been a long time, and you’re so…”

“Been a long time since anybody thought I was so anything,” Rhonda said, running her hands up and down Gino’s rippled arms. “It worked for me, and if I still look good to you later, we’ll make it a marathon that time.”

“Grab the headboard, babe,” Gino said with a smile.

Rhonda reached up and slid her hands in the space between the the mattress and the headboard, and Gino bowed his head and began gently biting and sucking her nipples. His cock was still inside of her, and Rhonda loved the way he was able to stay in her after cumming, and she gave his flaccid tool a couple of squeezes with her muscles as he sucked on her tits.

Gino’s tongue slid between her breasts, almost relishing the sweat that was trickling between them. He licked under the globes, and then ran his tongue along her side until he reached her armpit, and Rhonda shuddered as he nibbled his way up to her bicep.

Gino’s mouth enveloped Rhonda’s again, and they were practically inhaling each other’s mouths as they kissed. Rhonda felt Gino begin to move his hips a little, and the feel of his cock sliding a little bit in and out of her felt so nice that she moved her hips in response. Not a lot, because she didn’t want him to slide out, but just in little thrusts of her own. After a minute of this, Rhonda began to notice something.

“You got to be kidding,” Rhonda said, looking up at Gino, who smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

Gino was hard again, and while he wasn’t as blue steel hard as she was before, he was hard enough and getting harder with every stroke. Rhonda writhed as Gino began to thrust into her in an ever increasing rhythm; long and deep thrusts that made Rhonda hang onto the headboard in a death grip.

Soon he was pounding into her like a jackhammmer, and Rhonda felt herself cumming again. She creamed out as she did, thrashing her head from side to side as Gino relentlessly fucked her hard, and it was only when she stopped screaming that Gino slowed.

Rhonda let go of the headboard and flipped Gino off of her, albeit with his willingness and help, and put him on his back. Rhonda climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock in her fist and jacking it a few times before rising up and putting him inside of her.

To Rhonda, it felt like a quart of cum and other fluids was oozing out of her as she impaled herself on him, and as his cock tore into her from this different angle it felt so different that she shuddered when she eased down onto him.

“You feel so good inside of me,” Rhonda said as she leaned down and put her hands on his chest, running her fingers through the soggy pelt before starting to rock herself on his tool. “Hope you don’t mind me on top.”

“Love the view,” Gino said with a smile as he slipped his hands under the headboard as Rhonda had done. “I’ll take a break and just relax and watch.”

“Like to watch?” Rhonda asked, undulating as her hips rose and fell, and she brought her hands up to cup her breasts.

“Oh man - especially that!” Gino exclaimed, his eyes bulging as Rhonda kneaded her pendulous breasts roughly. “You’ve got the most incredible tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Like ‘em?” Rhonda asked. “Maybe later you’d like to slip something up yours between them to see how it fits?”

“Never did that before,” Gino said thrusting himself upward, causing Rhonda to gasp. “Is that a bad word these days, tits?”

“Tits - okay,” Rhonda said between gasps. “As long as the word before it is nice. Incredible - is good.”

After a few moments Rhonda felt herself on the verge of cumming again as she rode Gino, and when his hands came up and grabbed her tits, kneading them and squeezing them together, Rhonda felt the wave crash over her. She put her hands in her hair as Gino’s hands held her upright, and she let her body convulse and shake as she came.

“Amazing,” Gino said as Rhonda went limp on him, as he eased his way out from under her, putting her on her hands and knees.

Gino climbed behind Rhonda, his hands parting her thighs a little farther apart. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks, causing Rhonda to gasp for a second before slipping himself into her pussy again.

His body enveloped Rhonda as he mounted her, leaning over her as his hands found her pendulous tits which hung down loosely in this position. They moved together as one for the longest time, Gino now having to fight back his orgasm.

Rhonda suddenly cried out weakly, and her hands gave out as he face hit the pillow as her pussy clenched around him one last time, her body shuddering as she came. Her thighs were quivering as Gino let her fall onto her side, and as she rolled over onto her back, she nodded weakly.

Gino climbed up and straddled Rhonda’s ribs, putting her cock in the deep cleavage which became a cavern when Rhonda’s hands came up and squeezed her breasts together.

“Let me have it, big boy,” Rhonda said with a chuckle as she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out like a ramp for him.

“Geez… this won’t take long like that,” Gino said as he begna to slide himself between her tits, his sack pressed hard against her stomach.

Gino’s tool slid freely between her moist jugs, and Rhonda watched with excitement as his cock poked in and out from between them. His foreskin slid back as he pushed himself forward, and then retracted as he pulled back each time, and Rhonda stuck out her tongue and leaned forward as she tried the lick the tip of the mushroom crown as it emerged.

“Oh geez,” Gino muttered, the sight of Rhonda too much for him to maintain control. “Gonna…”

Gino leaned forward as far as he could, feeling her tongue make contact just as he began to cum. He looked down as his cock spurted jets of his seed into her mouth a couple of times, and then missing with a few spurts on her cheeks.

Rhonda not only didn’t recoil when he came on her face, she stretched her hand over and grabbed his cock, milking it savagely as she brought it to her lips, sucking on the tip of him as if trying to siphon every drop out of him. It was only when Gino pulled himself off of her that Rhonda stopped sucking on him.

“Pretty good shooting, pardner,” Rhonda said weakly as Gino leaned over her, twitching her nose at the misfire that had landed alongside it.

“When you own a restaurant you eat your mistakes,” Gino said, nonchalantly leaning over and swiping the stray strand with his tongue. “It’s okay. I know where it came from.”

Rhonda giggled and grabbed him around the neck, pulling his face down so she could capture his tongue with her mouth.

“That was soooo sexy,” Rhonda said.

“Is this a waterbed?” Gino asked, feeling at the soggy sheets they were laying on.

“Well, that’s what you get for making me sweat like a pig for - good grief!”

Rhonda looked at the clock, wondering where the time had gone, since it was now tomorrow. She felt Gino rolling over toward her, and after he joined her sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his arm around her shoulder. Rhonda leaned into him, reveling in the comfort of his fur despite the humidity.

“Leaving?” Rhonda asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“Gee no,” Rhonda replied. “If you stick around I’ll even change the sheets.”

“I’ll stick around whether you do or not,” Gino said. “Hell, I’ll sleep out in your garden if you want.”

“C’mon,” Rhonda said, grabbing Gino’s hand as she stood up.

“Lead on!”

“Yeow!” Rhonda howled as her knees buckled, the soreness between her legs hitting her when she tried to stand.

“You okay, babe?” Gino said, his concern obvious. “Did I hurt you?”

“Let’s just say that I’m not used to this kind of activity,” Rhonda said as she tried not to waddle as she moved. “Even when I was used to these fun and games, I never played with equipment like yours either.”

“I think that once we get used to each other, the nervousness and tension won’t be as great, and we’ll be more comfortable with each other,” Gino answered.

“You are kidding, right?” Rhonda said with a laugh as they went out onto the patio and picked up the remnants of their drinks they had left behind.

“Yes - and no,” Gino said, letting Rhonda lead him out the screen door and down the steps to Rhonda’s garden. “You were amazing in there - hell, the whole night.”

‘”ust trying to keep up with you,” Rhonda said as the reached the center of her yard.

The rain had stopped and the skies had cleared, allowing a splendid view of the heavens as they looked straight upwards through the surrounding trees. The air was heavy with moisture, which provided cooling relief to the oppressive heat of the night.

“So spectacular,” Gino said as he stood behind Rhonda.

“It looks like you can see forever on nights like this,” Rhonda said, leaning back into Gino’s arms.

“You can see as far as you want to,” Gino answered, kissing the top of Rhonda’s head as his arms enveloped her. “Sometimes you can see everything you could ever ask for, right in front of you.

Rhonda smiled and rubbed the back of her head into Gino’s shoulder as he nuzzled gently into her neck. The night was still, and nature had gone to sleep with the exception of the occasional calling of a night creature deep in the woods.

The view was just as magnificent as ever, but to Rhonda the universe didn’t seem nearly as vast and intimidating as it had before. Maybe - just maybe, she would never look up and feel small and insignificant again.

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Thank you for visiting Rhonda’s Garden. I hope that you enjoyed the story, and thanks to the real world Rhonda, the charming and beautiful woman who inspired the tale. Rhonda is a regular chatter at Hairy Chat