Week's Vacation Day 03

"Mostly," I explained about my dad roughing it out for me.

"Smart." He splayed his hand with the missing finger. "It's fine work."

"Uno lost his finger to a brown widow bite," Michelle piped up from the sink. "He doesn't know a jigsaw from a chainsaw." He glowered at her back. "He does some damn fine work driving a nail though." Uno apparently decided she was forgiven because he turned his attention back on me.

"It's fine work," he reaffirmed. "How much time did that take exactly?" His face was blank.

"Hmmm I don't really know. I've had it, working on it for about 5 months but with work," I shrugged showing I really didn't know.

"You always keep you a project going?"

"No, I hadn't done anything since highschool honestly. Michelle said something about people who waste talent though. I figured she might forgive me being one of them if she got a bribe."

"That's a damn shame." He smacked a hand down on the table without explaining what he meant the shame was. "Walk me out Michelle." He stood and headed for the door waiting for her with it held open.

I was at a bit of a loss. I wondered if I'd just been snubbed. I cleared the rest of the table working myself into a bad mood over what they were standing out there talking about. I knew the biggest part was me of course, and that was the rub right there.

I'd talked myself into being pissed by the time Michelle came back in even if I wasn't quite sure what I was so upset about.

She smiled, "That was honestly pretty mild." I wondered if she was reading my mind and letting me know it could have been much worse or had she just expected it to go worse.

The smile slipped, "Is everything okay? I mean I know he can be," she made a face and sighed. "I didn't have time to warn you and I really didn't mean to do the whole meet the family thing at all. He really liked you though."

"What? That was liking me? He didn't even say goodbye!"

"Oh, he never does." She waved a dismissive hand. "He gets worse every year. He just told me to clean my gutters right before he drove off." She sat down on the couch. "He said you passed the serial killer test but he'd be ready for you to become a stalker if I break your heart." She laughed like the very idea was hilarious.

I walked over and sat beside her. "Are you going to break my heart?"

She looked startled at how serious I was. "No, I think that idea's a little backwards."

"I'm not just dicking around here you know?" I tried to mix how serious I was with a little humor. "I mean I was when we started talking but now I'm very close to stalking you if you break my heart." I smiled at her trying to play it off like I wasn't basically telling her I was falling for her in the most cowardly way ever.

"Good me too." She said softly. I laid my head down in her lap and closed my eyes. She stroked my temples and head for a few minutes before asking, "Are you still hungry?"

"Yes! You?"

She was already urging me up. "Uh huh I'm starving I dunno what possessed you to serve Uno three fourths of that pie."

"Have you seen the size of that man? Which by the way seems like something a normal person mentions. Oh yeah my uncle practically raised me. He's a giant. Sometimes he pretends to be a cannibal and people believe him cause he's a giant." He said the last in a falsetto.

"I'll remember to warn the next guy just like that but I still don't think you should have given him all the pie. Let's go out for lunch okay? He says he was pretending to be a cannibal but he wouldn't have eaten you if you hadn't given him all your pie."

I shook my head and went down the hall to grab my wallet and keys.

We took my truck and Michelle scooted over to the middle of the bench seat and I wrapped an arm around her. We rolled the windows down cause the truck didn't have air and it felt just like a country song. The country road was in good shape but the woods grew up to the edge of the pavement more often than not and the cleared land all had horses or cows roaming in fenced pastures. Michelle explained the area wasn't well developed even for rural standards because it was too rocky to do much with.

I asked her how her father had ended up buying in the area since I seemed to remember her calling him a yankee once.

"He worked for a investment company they bought thousands of arces down here in the eighties. They were gonna build gated communities for retirees. It was a racket thing. Retire to the country and if you buy now you'll see blah blah return on property values in 5 years. It really made some guys a lot of money back then but not my dad. He never had a lucky day in his life I don't think. He told me once he retired down here early and I think he gave up on life in general around the same time. He hated it here. I always kinda felt sorry for him. He wasn't some snooty northerner but he was always outta place and unhappy. Lord knows he didn't know about small talk or charm what on earth made him think he was a salesman is beyond me. He couldn't even talk to me."

"I know you said you guys weren't close. Was it just typical stuff or something else?" I wanted to keep her talking. I loved her voice and talking in person I was realizing she talked with her hands as much as her mouth. It was adorable.

"It wasn't anything typical or otherwise. We just couldn't seem to find the words to talk to each other. You know I never spent a night in that house before he passed but I knew I was always welcome. I'd spend everyday of the summer back in those woods with friends and he'd drive anyone home that needed it. He bought me clothes if I needed them. Uncle Owen only had to mention I needed something once to him and I had it. I mean he wasn't rich but he made sure I had everything I needed. Owen too for that matter. He was never a dead beat dad or uncaring. We just never found our way to really loving each other does that make sense?"

"Yeah I think I understand. So you lived with your uncle growing up?" I didn't know how this had never come up before.

"Not quite. We lived with my grandmother until I was 5 then Mom decided to grow up enough to hold down a job and rent a house. Uncle Owen moved in with us maybe a year later apparently Mom didn't realize it was also her job to get me to school and I wasn't supposed to be left alone overnight. Anyway it turned out well cause Grandma passed that year, heart attack, and Owen was already settled with us. Mom never would have offered to take him if she hadn't already been using him to her benefit."

"You have three other uncles right? Are they all as huge as Uno?"

She giggled "Nooo! They're all shorter than me, like five seven or eight tops all the girls are shorter than that. I get my height from my dad but Uncle Owen was a genetic anomaly. Broke the mold and all. Crap we missed the turn. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention."

I turned us around and followed her directions to a barn like structure that had a sign proclaiming it 'The County Line Bar.' Someone had added on '& Grill' in black paint. It was a bit rough inside but when our food came it was delicious.

I watched Michelle devour a steak oozing butter and blood enjoying being out with a girl that ate in public while I wolfed down my own burger.

"We should come back tonight. The bands good." She handed me a flyer off a nearby table that proclaimed 'Sundy Serenade 2NITE ONLY! 8 pm T-Shirts will be available at the door $5 cover charge.'

"Sure just so long as you don't expect me to line dance or anything."

"They're not that kinda band and this ain't that kinda bar." She chuckled a little. "This is my Uncle Owens favorite dinner spot. I'd pay good money to see him line dance. We should run to the store before we go home."

"Okay where ever you need to go just tell me how to get ya there." I knew how to score points with the ladies.

I wasn't thinking about what type of store she wanted to go to but I was pathetically impressed when we ended up at a grocery store. I steered the cart down aisles after her as she explained why you should always shop on a full stomach and speculated on food I might like to eat. My mom was the only woman who'd ever really cooked for me so I was just happy to be fed.

Once we'd unloaded and put everything away at home we ended up playing cards with a steady stream of conversation until dinner time.

We cooked together browning chicken and boiling pasta. Michelle attempted to explain the ins and outs of making alfredo sauce so I'd be able to make it later. I knew I'd never attempt it on my own when I could just buy a jar of the stuff. I didn't tell her since she was so earnest in her belief that I could make it just like it was as easy as buttering bread. The sauce was some of the best I'd ever had and I knew I would miss her cooking almost as much I'd likely miss her.

The thought was depressing and I distracted myself by asking about the band she wanted to go see. She explained they covered popular hits from the eighties to today and were local legends.

We did clean up together side by side at the sink so the work went quickly. Afterwards I flopped on the couch and turned on a movie while Michelle went to get ready. I'd noticed she didn't tend to wear a lot of makeup and today hadn't worn any. Her clothes were nice but she didn't seem to be obsessed with them. I was interested to learn what her idea of getting ready for our date was.

She didn't disappoint me when she came out twenty minutes later. She had put on a scoop neck blue dress that hugged her body to the hips before flaring out .It hit her just above the knee and her feet were tucked into a pair of flats that I noticed in approval since I always hated girls who whined about aching feet when it was their own fault. Heels could be sexy but they were more suited to dinner than dancing. She was wearing makeup but it wasn't obvious except for her deep red lips. She looked perfect to me and I would have been fine keeping her to myself for the night but kept that idea to myself.

"You look beautiful," I praised. I stepped close and buried a nose in her hair smelling the light floral scent of her shampoo and lotion combined. "Smell good too." I affirmed kissing her neck before I pulled away.

"Thanks." I noticed she was blushing as she said it.

I hadn't changed and I felt like I had cheated a bit but it seemed worse to make her wait on me now so we headed out.

The parking lot was already crowded with cars and I noticed a lot of guys eyeing Michelle as we wound our way to the door. I wrapped an arm around her waist and she smiled up at me oblivious to the attention.

The guy at the door waved us through before I could free my wallet from my back pocket. I could feel my hackles rising until she called back to him, "you still owe me fifty Joey!"

All the tables and chairs from earlier were gone. The floor was packed with milling people and over their heads I could make a stage out at the opposite end of the room. The bar was crowded and we had to wait a good ten minutes to push forward for drinks. We moved through the crowd and Michelle stopped often chatting and introducing me to old school friends, neighbors, and even two cousins there with their own dates.

I enjoyed watching her talk with other people even if I would have preferred to have her to myself more. I found myself growing more smug with every intro noting a few disappointed looks and an oddly hostel rebuff from a redhead Michelle had roomed with when she moved out at eighteen. I couldn't help but wonder what that was about.

When the music started their weren't any speeches they simply slid into a version of Careless Whisper that was heavy on the electric guitar instead of the sax. The lead singer had a deep raspy voice that was somehow perfect for the song. Everyone pointed themselves towards the stage and several couples started dancing were they were. I stepped up to press against Michelle's back and we slow danced in the small floor space we had.

The bands female bass player did a good job of Barracuda by Heart. Then it was Cream's Sunshine of Your Love and Faith No More's Epic the bassist doing the rap with male vocalist rasping out the chorus. Michelle danced to it all with my arms around her waist, her ass was against my fly. I knew she was thinking of that morning just as much as I was.

Everyone went a bit wild when the beginning of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit started. I slid my hands lower in the chaos and pressed her tighter against the growing bulge in my pants. Michelle leaned back fully against me and looked up into my face. I caught a glimpse of hardened nipples through her bra and top and leaned in to kiss her.

She broke the kiss before I was ready. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes closed. She danced around until she was facing me and I couldn't resist sliding a hand over her ass before I settled it on her hip. Her arms went in the air and she lost herself to dancing the rest of the set letting her breasts graze my chest often and her hips press into mine. I slipped my thigh between hers at one point. She allowed herself to grind on it for a moment and her eyes shone as she locked them with mine. It was hot in the bar and I could see the shine of perspiration on all her bare skin.

When the set stopped I leaned in to ask if she was as turned on as I was directly in her ear. She gave a throaty laugh and told me she'd be back in a minute. I watched her slip through the crowd. I was frustrated she hadn't demanded I get her out of there that moment. I went to the bar and got us each another drink.

I gulped my beer thirstily and asked for a bottle of water. A hand slipped something in my pocket about the time I turned the water bottle up to down it. I was startled and slopped some water down my front. I heard a nearby couple laugh at the same time I realized it was Michelle's hand. Her face turned blood red. Her hand jerked out of my pocket and she left something she'd been holding behind.

She took the bottle of water from me and drained the rest. The blush was slow to fade and she shook her head when I offered the beer I'd gotten for her. She motioned me closer until I all but had my ear to her lips.

"My answer is in your pocket. Just don't pull them out. You told me it was a big turn on for you so..."

I reached into my pocket and felt a lacy scrap of fabric. It was damp in spots and I groaned when I realized she'd thrust her creamy panties in my pocket. I was almost instantly painfully hard in my jeans. I imagined her bare pussy with its sexy inner lips seductively poking out glistening wet and bare under her skirt.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked quietly.

Her face was still flushed but her head shake was firm. The music was starting again and she dragged me along until we were over in a less crowded and darker corner. I couldn't focus on the music but I felt the beat in the press of her body to mine. I daringly darted a hand under her skirt at one point and skimmed it up the inside of one thigh. My fingertips brushed over moist lips before she turned. Her eyes flashed hotly at me but not with real anger. Her hands caught mine and held them for the rest our dance.

When the set ended she pulled me outside and to the truck. The parking lot was empty and I thought the band must be doing another set. I moved in and pressed her against the door of the truck fingers bunching up the hem of her skirt and lips crushing hers. I bent my knees and pushed them between her own until my erection was against the vee of her sex. One of my hands swept up and burrowed down into the front of her dress til I could sweep my fingers over one tight nipple. My other flipped up her skirt and grabbed a sweetly rounded cheek in one hand.

I was being to rough and I was barely in control. Her hands were clutching me to her one moment and then pushing me away. She twisted her head to the side breaking our kiss.

Our breathing was ragged and loud. "Wait. Not here please. I'm sorry." I took my hands off her and put them on the door behind her. I took a moment before pulling away.

"Okay," I affirmed. "It's okay. In the truck." I began opening the door as I stepped away and I put a shaking hand on her back to guide her climbing in.

I closed the door and used both hands to adjust myself so I'd be able to climb in myself.

Once we were on the road I took one of her hands and tugged until she slid across the bench seat. I tucked her into my side and wrapped my arm tight around her. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her dress gently stroking the top of her breast. She didn't protest so emboldened I undid as many of the small buttons that ran down the front to the waist as I could reach. My fingers delved under the cup of her bra to fondle one breast.

She made a soft noise in the back of her throat and slid a hand up my thigh. I slid down in the seat easing off the gas. Her fingers caressed the outline of my cock through my jeans. I only allowed it for a moment before I told her I couldn't take the teasing and keep us on the road.

I had a mental picture of my cock jutting up out of my jeans with her hand wrapped around it. I had one hand on the wheel and one buried deep in her wet pussy, The hem of her dress was thrown up exposing her from the hips down legs splayed open. Her unbuttoned dress gaped open an the cups of her bra where pushed under her pert breasts. I was on the perfect back road for this fantasy but even had Michelle been up for all that I didn't trust myself not to drive us into a tree. It was also a very dark night and not bright day like my vivid imaginings.

Her hand was still on my thigh but not teasing and she squeezed it gently when my fingers plucked at her nipple softly. The rest of the drive seemed to go excruciate slow and I all but carried her to the door in my rush to have her naked and wrapped around me. She cursed like a sailor when she realized the door was locked.

She ran over to a nearby tree and came giggling back with the key she pulled out of a knot hole. I allowed her to open and walk in the door before I pressed her against wall. My hands finished off the buttons fully exposing her breasts with their puckered nipples clearly visible through the sheer cups of her bra. I took a moment to admire the view before I slid my hands around to find the clasp of her bra.

"In the front," she breathed. Her own hands were tugging up my shirt stroking over the skin she bared hungrily. I locked my lips around a hard little nipple and burrowed a hand under her skirt. She gasped when I pushed two fingers deep into her from behind. She was slick out to the thighs, so amazingly wet I abandoned my thoughts of immediately fucking her against the wall. I couldn't imagine not tasting her.

I pushed her dress and bra straps over her shoulders pulling them down as I knelt in front of her. I kissed my way down her stomach and out across one hip. I nipped at the top of one thigh and licked my tongue towards her lips. I could taste her juices spread across the inside of her thighs. I took my time working my tongue to lap up every drop.

I burrowed my lips and tongue into her wet heat feeling I couldn't get enough of her. I lifted a thigh and draped it over my shoulder opening her up more fully to me. I slid two fingers deep and began slowly pumping them as my mouth settled on her clit. Michelle was like a gas fire her passion flared up fast and hot. Her hands pulled at me until I was sure I'd pleasurably drown in her flesh while she came. I'd never been with anyone like her and it was heady to be able to get such a quick intense responses.

I stood pulling my fingers reluctantly from her but eagerly undoing my fly. I hooked my thumbs under the waist band of both jeans and underwear and shucked them down until my cock sprang free. I didn't bother with removing them further.