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I also didn’t think of him as the type of guy who stuck around long enough to build up a rapport with a woman. Building that close of a relationship was key to getting what I wanted. I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell him about my fantasies, but it was certainly something I was going to talk to him about later on. If he stuck around that long.

“How about we talk about my fantasies when your arm gets better? You’ll need two working arms to satisfy what I have in mind.” I said with a wink.

He grabbed my hip and rubbed me back and forth against his cock. If he wasn’t going to get to hear about my fantasies he certainly was going to get to feel himself inside of me again. I reached down and obliged him, grabbing his cock and sliding it inside of me.

Quickly we worked together. He thrust hard and fast and I slid my body up against his. I felt the buildup coming on fast, which I normally would have slowed down. But at that moment I just wanted to feel the explosion again. I just wanted to cum hard. No thinking, no slowing down, nothing stopping me from getting what I wanted.

Chris seemed to be thinking the same thing as he didn’t hold back either. His thrusts were hard and fast and he quickly came. His final thrust was just what I needed to send my body into overdrive and I felt my body tighten on top of him. I thrust my hips hard against him and felt the pleasure that I was becoming accustomed to.

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The next couple of days were like a Hallmark card. We made meals together, we worked in the yards and we made love. Chris didn’t go back over to his house, but I didn’t blame him. Two men had been gunned down in his living room and

it wasn’t something I would want to remember if I lived there. I was curious to see how the cleanup had gone and assumed the carpet would need to be pulled up and some work done to the walls. My brain was in remodel mode constantly.

Chris helped me take my cabinets down and strip the old finish off of them. We worked for hours, day and night, to get just the right layering done so I could start the new finish. He seemed very comfortable working with his hands and looked damn good while he worked. I often found myself staring at his body as he sanded the wood and built up a sweat. His shirtless torso was something any woman would be distracted by.

“I’m going to go take some pictures if you don’t mind. The clouds are looking amazing today,” I said as I grabbed my camera and started to head out the door. I kissed Chris and left him sanding the wooden doors while I went to snap a couple pictures.

Since my art show, I had taken a break on the picture-taking for a little bit. It had been such a great night and all my photos sold. The validation I felt from that event was huge. I finally felt like I could call myself a photographer, but now it was time to get back to business.

I headed the couple of blocks into town so I could get a nice picture of the city with the clouds behind it. My eyes stayed focused on the sky as I searched for just the right moment to take my picture. Looking through my lens was one of my favorite things to do and I could do it every day and never get bored. I felt empowered by my camera.

As I walked through the city, I got a weird feeling that someone was following me. I looked back and there was no one there though. The feeling continued as I got to the other end of town and I started to get scared. I wished that I would have invited Chris to walk with me, when he was with me I always felt safe. I found the perfect picture and took a few from each side of the street. I loved how the clouds looked like cotton balls swimming on top of the little town of Bain.

Bain, Missouri was one of the quaint little towns that you drove through on your way to nowhere. There was a small pharmacy, liquor store, and a few other local companies. It didn’t have a mayor and instead used a City Manager. There was no police department, but the county Sheriff patrolled the area as needed.

The streets of Bain only lasted about four blocks and it was stuck in the picturesque history of the 1950’s. I took a couple more pictures of the town and then started to head back home. Again, I felt the pang of someone following me or watching me. I looked up and down the street and thought I saw someone go into the hardware store. I walked quickly down to the store and was about to walk inside when I saw Chris standing in front of their door.

“Were you following me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“To make sure nothing bad happened to you.”

“What? I thought we were safe. I thought those guys that came after you were dead and there was nothing else to worry about?” I could feel my anger growing. He had made it seem like things were safe. He had made it seem like he was staying with me because he wanted to spend time with me, not because he was protecting me from someone.

“You are safe. I’m here.”

“No! Don’t lie to me like that. I thought you wanted to spend time with me and that was why you were at my house.”

“I do want to spend time with you.” He flashed me that smile and I couldn’t help but calm down a bit. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was smiling like that.

“Do you have a gun right now?” I reached around and tried to feel behind his back, but his skills at defensiveness far outweighed my curiosity.

“Yes,” he said as he held me back with one hand.

“Chris, what are we going to do? I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

He just smiled at me and grabbed my hand. We started to walk back to my house.

“I’m not going to get hurt. My guys are taking care of the rest of their team. I’ll just relax with you and get myself feeling better.”

He seemed so calm and relaxed; I had no other option but to believe him. But certainly something was going on. He wouldn’t have followed me all the way through town if he wasn’t worried about something.

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