“I can’t stay alone,” I said as my hands shook.
Chris grabbed both of my hands and held them firm in his own. He looked at me in the eyes and I felt he was there with me. He didn’t condemn me for being scared, instead he understood and that helped me calm down.
“I’ll give you a gun. Would you like that?” I thought about it for a moment. I had never shot a gun before, but the idea of having one around did make me feel a little better.
“Will you show me how to use it?”
“Of course, after breakfast we can go out back and I will show you. But I should only be gone for a day or two, you will be just fine. I promise.”
I couldn’t eat another bite of my breakfast and instead waited for him to eat so he could show me how to shoot the gun. It made me feel much better to think I would at least be able to protect myself if I had to; I just hoped I wouldn’t have to do it. I had never been around guns and didn’t’ feel comfortable at all with the idea of having to shoot one. But it was much better to be able to shoot the bad guys than to let them shoot me.
Chapter 46
The cold metal of his gun felt sexy in my hands. I held the heavy gun and tried to point it at the target Chris had set up for me on the other end of the yard. The weight of the gun made it difficult to keep my hands outstretched though. My muscles just were not use to having to work that hard.
I relaxed my arms and the gun pointed toward the ground. It was silver and I really didn’t know what type of gun it was. It was flat on the sides and had a slip of bullets that slid into the bottom of the gun. I wanted to know how to shoot it. I wanted to feel safe when Chris was gone and feel like I could protect myself if I had to. Chris came over and showed me how to put the safety back on the gun.
“Anytime it is not in use you have to have the safety on. This is essential. Do not forget it.”
The serious nature of his voice told me that it indeed was essential and I would do my best to not forget about it. I hated guns and never in my life would I have thought I would want to learn how to shoot one. But there were a lot of things in my life that had changed in the previous weeks, so shooting a gun wasn’t all that surprising.
It was a novelty to have a gun in my hand, but I didn’t like the responsibility that would come if I shot the gun. It would mean I could potential take someone’s life. Obviously I would only do that if it was someone who tried to take my life. But I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my abilities and I still felt like the possibility of hurting someone who was innocent was always there. That was a really big deal and not something I took lightly. I doubted I would ever be able to actually shoot the gun off. But it did make me feel better to know how to use it, just in case.
We remained in the backyard for a couple hours and I tried over and over to shoot the gun and hit the target, without any luck. It was just too hard to hold the gun up and aim. I needed much more practice. I probably also needed to work out a little more. My life consisted of working on my old house and taking pictures. I didn’t go to the gym and I certainly didn’t spend any time lifting weights or working out in the traditional sense. Of course, I got exercise when I walked around and took pictures as well as all the things I did around my house as I remodeled it. But that hadn’t exactly provided me with a large amount of muscles.
“I’m never going to be able to shoot this thing,” I said out of frustration.
“Trust me, at the moment you need to shoot this thing you will know how to shoot it.” He grabbed the gun from me, put the safety on it, and sat it on the table. Then he pulled me to him and let his lips crush down onto mine. He felt like home. When his arms wrapped around me, it felt like exactly where I was supposed to be.
I hesitated to even think it, but I felt more comfortable with Chris than I ever had with Michael. Perhaps it was because I was older and more comfortable with myself. Or maybe we were just a better fit, but for whatever reason; I really felt like myself when I was around Chris. I felt like I could be the best person I wanted to be and he would be right there beside me.
It wasn’t just the strength of his arms and his muscles that made me feel safe, it was him. It was Chris and the way he totally and utterly devoted himself to me when I was there with him. He wanted me to feel safe; he wanted me to feel like I could handle being left alone for a couple days. I could tell that he care about me and genuinely wanted me to be safe. That feeling was intense and drew me closer to him.
Our mouths continued to play as we explored the depths of each other. His strong hands moved lightly up and down my body and sent shivers of delight throughout my skin. God, it felt so good to have his hands on my body. His fingers moved under my shirt and I wiggled with delight as they touched my bare back. They moved up and down my back and he pulled me in close to him. The intensity of his touch made me weak in the knees. Even after being together for several weeks, his touch was still so intense that I got wet right away. I wanted him, I always wanted him. Even when I was angry with him, I wanted him. There was no way around it.
I let my own hands move under his shirt and felt the goose bumps on his back. It made me happy to see that my touch also affected him the way his affected me. He was a quiet man and kept his feelings to himself, but his body reaction was always something he couldn’t control when he was around me. I liked that. I liked being able to see his body react to my body. It was so inspiring. When his body reacted to mine, it made me want more. I wanted to see what else I could do to his body.
He must have thought the same thing because he unbuckled my shorts and let them fall to the ground. We were out in the backyard still and I looked around to make sure there was no one nearby. The bed and breakfast was far into the countryside and there wasn’t a house for several miles. Only occasionally would a car drive by the road in front of the house. I didn’t know why I was so afraid of someone seeing us, there was obviously no one around for miles and miles.
Then he moved my pink lace panties to the ground. His hand gently caressed my ass and he turned me around to face the picnic table. He pressed my head down toward the table and I felt him pull his cock out of his jeans after he lowered them to his knees. My as lay bare and exposed to the daylight of the warm summer day. I lay there in anticipation as his fingers played with me to ensure I was properly excited and ready for him. The excitement of the moment built up inside of me. I had never been outside like this when I had sex. It was intense and full of anticipation.
His cock entered me and I let out a breath of excitement. I took another deep breath and felt him as he filled me up. His body fit perfectly with mine and we moved in time with each other. Each thrust made him harder and each thrust got me more and more excited. I had never had sex outside and the cool breeze against my body set every nerve on edge. My nipples hardened with the feel of the hard wood of the picnic table underneath them. It was rough and old and in total contrast to my smooth skin. My body relished all the new feelings as we moved together toward a climax.
Each new thrust more intense than the last. I felt my knees get weak and I was glad there was a table under me to hold me up. There was no way I could have stood of my own free will at that moment. My leg strength was not there and I had nothing in reserve to keep me from tumbling to the ground.