A Walled Reunion: An Erotic Short

Leaning against the barn, wearing my ragged jean skirt and old gifted boots, I waited. The scent of dirt, horses, and hay filled the air. Our ritual had been to meet here every Friday at the end of the workday for the hottest sex imaginable. Allen was a creature of habit but was he ten years later?

A truck motor echoed in the air as it rumbled over the gravel road. My heart fluttered. As the vehicle came closer, it slowed and stopped within several feet of me. Through the windshield, I saw the face I missed. Allen stared at me, giving nothing away, as pushed his hat further up on his head and opened the door. The door blocked my view of that body I craved.

He slammed it shut. “Shorty.” Ah, damn. His nickname for me caused immediate butterflies. He never called me Susan. “I heard you’d come in for the reunion.” He leaned over the side of the truck and reached into the bed and grabbed his toolbox.

“You knew I would, Allen.” He stood in front of me gazing up my body. The movement as real as his fingers touching my skin. So familiar even after all these years and it heated me up.

“Nice boots.”

“They are. Someone had good taste.”

Allen had given them to me as a going-away present and if I wanted to come back, I’d better damn well wear them.

“No concerns about the farm crew wandering in?”

I pursed my lips and pushed off the wall. “Not something I considered, but it sounds like you did. We are alone.”

He laughed, that deep belly laugh I loved to hear after we had sex. “Come on.”

We walked into the barn and as Allen stowed the tools, the straw assaulted my nose. I sneezed.

Allen dug into his pocket and pulled out a worn bandana. He handed it to me. “Some things don’t change.”

I faced him and wiped my nose with the former gift I’d given him. “Why did you expect me today, Allen? It’s been ten years.”

“The gossip train says you were single again. Is it true?” He inserted his fingers into my front belt loops and pulled me closer. I wanted to feel his scruffy face on my body. “But I hoped you’d want to talk. Is that what you wanted?”

“Which question?”

“Both. Relationship status and talking.”

“Yeah, no relationship for two years now.” Darren had been my biggest mistake, and it crushed me I had been so naïve.  “And you, still no woman?”

He shook his head. “That’s what you want to talk about. Okay, fine. I had one, and she left to see the world.” The bite of his words hung in the air. He chewed on his upper lip with a stance that was all business, fire, and dare.

I lifted his hat off his head and hung it beside the rake on the wall. I ran my fingers through those wavy locks soothing the beast and then rested my hands on his shoulders. “Maybe she’s seen enough, and she’s ready to talk… about us.”

“Well, if that’s the case, she’d be in the right place.” He looked down. “Especially wearing those boots.” His fingers circled my waist and his thumbs held me in place.

“It feels right.”

“Let’s go to my office.” He grabbed my hand like he had so many times before, but today seemed different. I was different.

“That’s what you’re calling it now.”

“Oh, ye of little faith.”

We came around the corner and there was a work area that hadn’t been here before.  “What if I wanted our regular place?”

“You want to ‘talk’ in the hayloft?”

“We did some of our best ‘talking’ there.”

“Yeah, after I was hard and deep inside you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Not happening.”

Allen moved to a desk and opened a drawer and drew back purple rope.

My chest pounded like a stampede of horses trampled me. “What are you doing, Allen?”

“What I should have done years ago when you asked.”

Allen walked to the wall and like a master affixed the rope to metal fasteners. This had to be the sex equivalent of hanging the quilting frame from the ceiling. He looked over his shoulder with such determination.

“Strip Shorty.”

He was serious. After all this time he remembered what I had asked for. I wanted to be kinky with him. The one and the only person I trusted, and he told me he wasn’t ready.

“Everything?”

Allen knotted the last rope to the fastener and turned toward me. “Leave on your delicates.” I burst out laughing and he grinned.

How many times had we laughed at our mom’s calling women’s underwear delicates? Good thing I planned ahead. “When you’ve undressed stand in front of the wall. I’ll be right back.”

I sighed as I stripped. It disappointed me he didn’t want to unwrap the package himself, but he’d be appreciative.

I wore his favorite college color, crimson red. This new Italian silk lingerie of my minimal bra struggled to hold the girls together. The scalloped panties highlighted my cheeky rear. If a girl has to grovel, she better be wearing her sweetheart’s boots and some “barely there” delicates. I reached up to the rope to test the texture and Allen’s boot heels tapped behind me. I turned to see his expression.

All thoughts escaped my mind.

In front of me, my shirtless man wore only his leather chaps and boots. I didn’t know where to look first. He always had a sexy body but the cut of him now was all man. Hard edges and all sin. If I doubted that or the effect of my attire, I need look no further than that erect cock centered between his leathered legs.

“Shorty, you remembered my favorite color.” I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Allen headed for me. “Turn, please.”

I had kept my boots on because we were in the barn. As I began to turn on my heel, his hand palmed my cheek and squeezed. I was a goner. Face to face after my 360 twirl, there it was. Desire erupted in his eyes and I only now I appreciated it.

“Looking good, cowboy.”

“Not so bad yourself, Shorty.”

I gazed down at his hot body. “You created a plan.”

“I’ve had lots of time to consider one.” He traced the scallop edge of my bra before he leaned in and sniffed. “You still wear honeysuckle.”

“That’s the part of the country I took with me.” I cocked my head. “Tell me about the wall.”

“If I tie you up, I can keep you here.”

I laughed. “Right, like that would work.”

He stepped closer. I Inhaled his soap and leather scent and it caused reactions between my legs. Throbbing and such.

“What if I told you I took Dom training?” My heart skipped a beat. Had my dream come true?

“I’d say you always liked school.”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Let me be clear, Shorty. I told myself when you came back, you’d get exactly what you wanted.” His finger dragged down the center of my chest and then he tweaked my nipple. “How am I doing?”

Allen would need to address my panties soon because they couldn’t soak up any more moisture. This turned him on, too. His cock grew.

I started panting. “Good. Real good.”

“You want to suck me, don’t you?”

I licked my lips. “Yep.”

“Not until we get the rules straight.”

“Ok.”

“I will tie you to my wall for our ‘talk’ with words. If you’re a good girl, we’ll talk with our bodies.”

I crossed my legs and pressed them together rubbing my clit. “Um-hum.”

“Are you in need, darling?”

Shamelessly, I kept rubbing.

“Hell, yes.”

He chuckled, bent down and pushed my knees apart. “Let me check.”

He cupped me through the drenched silk. The heat of his hand ignited me. I rocked against him.

“Oh, yes, you are needy.”

“Push my panties aside and use your fingers.”

“Oh, darling. You misunderstand.”

“What?”

“I call the shots. You’re going on that wall. We will talk and then I’ll decide when we ‘talk.’ But at 7 pm we are going to the first event of the reunion. Over the next hour, I’ll be deciding between remote-controlled panties or a butt plug. Do I have your attention?”

“Oh, yes, Allen.”

“And if you keep telling me what to do, there will be punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

I’m finally home. And this wall reunion with Allen is all that matters.

Author’s Note: Going home to the country stirs up so much imagination. I hope you enjoyed what this trip gave me. A fan-favorite erotic story from down on the farm is Truck Sex. Give it a read, too.

Writing for Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday-Where all the cool kids hang out!