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It was negative 10 F the air was crisp, clean and if you took in deep breaths your lungs would ache from how cold it was. However, at this point in time they didn’t feel the nip in the air because Joel and Maggie were tussling in the hay rolling until he was on top of her. Maggie felt it, him, harder than ever pressed against her middle and it stirred something inside of her. As Joel bent his head down to kiss her the hood fell over his face. She pulled and tugged at it, pulling it back, suddenly, he ripped the coat off, same with her. And they scratched and clawed at each other’s backs.
Hay in their hair, Joel pulled a few strands of straw out of her face, and they kissed again. Nipping and biting at their lips. Tongues dancing and tangling up teeth gnashing and a whimper escaped Joel’s throat. This turned Maggie on as she sat up enough to pull her top off, leaving her in a bra ignoring the bitter winds as she felt a great rush of desire course through her veins.
Joel joined in pulling the sweater off in one swoop she had her warm hands up his front around his belt before he knew it, she had him free from his pants.
In his mind he remembered one phrase he said to her – well Elaine – I wasn’t sexually attracted to you, I mean Elaine. The sex was ok, but I wanted more... “Fuck, O’Connell—” he didn’t finish his though. “That’s the point Fleischman” and they tugged and pulled off the remainder of their clothing.
They were both naked, him on top, again she pulled and tugged at his hair as his mouth found hers again hungry for this physical attraction he’s had for 2 years. He didn’t beg, didn’t have too and entered her without hesitation. She clawed his back, holding on, feeling each stroke encouraging with her strong long legs to fuck her as hard as he could. Stroke after stroke, he pushed in and grunted as his mouth again found hers. Breathing hard she rolled him over, without missing a beat and smiled down at him, he thrusted up as she met his pace pushing down angling deeper and enjoying the animalistic pants and grunts coming from Joel’s own lips. His hands found her breasts, nipples erect, hard as nails and fuck he tugged, and pulled at them. “Fleischman, fuck” and he smirked. “Yeah, I know O’Connell” he enjoyed her moans her begging and his lips replace his hands on her nipple’s teeth scraping and sucking releasing the icy wind cold on them she clinched hard on his erection riding out a wave of an orgasm. His hands now on her ass pushing down as he thrusted deeply into her knowing soon enough his own orgasm will follow through. Maggie wise with his cues helped him to roll over again with him from behind. His hands on her hips spreading her wider apart, and she wanted it hard and desired for him to not stop at any costs.
He pulled her up, both on their knees His hands pawing her breasts, her one hand found her clit and helped herself to another orgasm. This, this was new for him, taking a woman from behind was one of his wishes and his hands found hers and helped her again to achieve another orgasm. He felt her tighten on his erection and he was close. Voice thick with lust he whispered against her ear, and she blushed a great deal. “Milk me, O’Connell.” She shivered.
Never in her two years of knowing Joel did she ever expect to hear the crudeness from Joel’s mouth but and she felt the temptation to pull away and give him what he desired.
He’s wanted many things from her. Fantasized her mouth on him. Her hands milking him like he wanted. He pulled out of her hard and his veins popping on his erection. Pre cum dripping. She turned to face him, both on their knees and she didn’t say a word but agreed. She was gorgeous and her eyes on his smelling the lust between them. His hand guided hers to his hardness, groaning he fucked her hand as she pumped up and then with the tip of her thumb, she swirled his pre cum around his very sensitive tip that was a deep purple and her tongue licked his tip, teasing and pulling away, then back and swirling her tongue again and his fingers found her hair as he wanted to watch her sucking him. Her damn lips so fucking perfect taking him in her mouth. He pushed in as she sucked harder on him pushing her tongue against his tip that was it he felt a jolt and warmth hit the back of her throat. His penis throbbed pulsated as she drained him of his seed.
Joel held on to her for a minute until both collapsed in the hay him under her as her head fell to his chest both breathing deeply until they were in rhythm. Maggie smiled up at him. As he seemed to crack one too.
“Wow” she exclaimed.
He shifted a little. So, his weight took hers as she nestled against his body. “We should find our clothes’ he chuckled, “before hypothermia sets in”
Maggie laughed a little, but he wasn’t wrong. “I saw a blanket, yeah, some where” and she rolled around not far from her feet was a horse blanket and she pulled it over them.
They laid like that for a long time – from time to time kissing and just stroking each other’s back and chest. “Your scar,” he traced the area where she had an appendectomy done, “healed nicely”
She smiled into his chest, “Thank you for finding me that day” Maggie was genuinely grateful for that very moment. Although, they set each other on edge this moment was something Maggie wasn’t used too. “Rick, he was kind lover, but he never held me like this.”
Joel nodded then added, “Elaine, she was um, boring – this, we – what we did just now, outside, in a barn – it wouldn’t have happened.”
“No?” Maggie glanced at him.
“Nah, well, we had sex, every Friday and Saturday night, but nothing more maybe 4x a month. What do you call it, oh, Vanilla” he kissed the top of her head.
“Vanilla sex, sound like you Fleischman.”
“Trust me, O’Connell, I wanted more.”
“I think you said that once” Maggie smiled a weak smile.
“I did,” Joel moved a little shifting his weight So, now they were facing each other under the blanket. “Sex should be fun, experiencing new ideas, moves, wants and desires. With Elaine, same thing, same moves, I think I masturbated more than we had sex. I don’t even think Elaine had a vibrator”
“ha” Maggie chuckled a big belly laugh. “I have one, alright two vibrators and if you tell anyone Fleischman, lord help you.”
“Video tapes help too, O’Connell.”
“I knew it, you have seen Ruth Ann’s collection?” she asked
“Porno mags and then some. Gives me a lot of ideas, what I would like to try. Positions that make me think that can’t be possible.”
She blushed but nodded, “Maybe one day, hey, Fleischman” She began to stroke him. “You owe it all to me”
That was enough to turn him on again. “Alright, O’Connell, your wish is my command.”
They were back at Holling’s Bar after another round of wonderful sex. Raw, horny animalistic fucking. Both smiling as they walked in the room for a second felt like everyone’s eyes were on them. Maggie mentioned it to Joel. “They know we had sex”
“No, they don’t, do they?” Even Joel wondered because they seemed to glance at them knowingly. So, without thinking both made an announcement that they did it. Did the deed. And most of the townsfolk either didn’t care or they already thought they’ve been doing the horizontal hula for a while as Shelly has said before.
But they weren’t leaving and ordered a moose burger each. Joel wondered if this was it? If this was a friend with benefits kind of thing. A job done and that was it? They did eat quickly and paid their bill and headed outside back in the minus weather, but they lingered in the city streets just staring at each other until Chris called out to them, “Going home or going inside?” he was ready to get a warm meal and a drink then home. But Maggie pulled away from Joel and it stung a little bit. He felt her flinch and she stepped back. “No, I have a flight out first thing, right, goodnight, Chris”
Joel backed away from her towards his truck, “Goodnight, O’Connell” he said as Chris entered the bar and out of sight.
Maybe that was it, the wind shifted, strange as it was, he felt ok about it. He felt better, for now because there was always tomorrow.