Hammer Down

Warning: Sex, sex and more sex

May want to read "Alyce's Restaurant" first

Unabashed likeness to well-known plot

Hammer Down

“Damn, that woman is pretty...”Drifter thought as he sipped his strong coffee and nibbled at his buttered toast. “Well, more like runway gorgeous...”He was hungrier but opted not to eat any of the fare offered at pudgy Alyce's greasy spoon after seeing his grimy apron. “No, much more wholesome and natural than that.” The coy waitress, Cassie, he was watching side-eyed him as she waited on another table. He sneaked a quick wink. “Heck, she doesn't even know how beautiful she is... Her long hair looked like silvery silk pulled back in a ribbon but wayward wisps framed her lovely maturing facial features. He remembered falling into those fathomless light azure eyes. She doesn't know the effect she can have on a poor deprived guy like me...Flirting with me then inviting me to her place for breakfast...at sunrise...how am I supposed to last until then?...

His number was called for his turn in the truck stop shower so he left a generous gratuity for the lady. When he stood he realized the result of that effect so pulled his duffle to his front , donned his cowboy hat giving it a slight tip to her as she spied him leaving and went to freshen up with a shave, shower, and, well...in case I do get lucky, a little self-release thinking of her twin bongos battling each other in that oh, so tight tee. Hopefully, I could set them free come morning.

He stopped at the convenience store side of the building to restock his cab then tried to get some shut eye in the bunk of his truck. He played battling bongos in his dreams.

He was awake and walking before the break of day following her instructions to her place down the road. Anticipation had him whistling with the birds and nearly skipping along feeling lighter than he had felt in a very long time. All his senses were on alert. He could smell the bacon aromas coming from Alyce's back door, hear the distant lonesome train echo, feel the crispness of the late winter morning, see beyond the church steeple the rosy colors paint the eastern sky as the sun began it's ascent and almost taste the sweet spice he could detect wafting from Cassie last evening.

Fourth street on the right, fourth house on the left, she opened the door to her tidy abode wearing a pink robe with her silvery hair loose and flowing. As he pushed the door shut with the heel of his boot, she dropped the robe.

Staring at the fully exposed twins up close Drifter wasted no time toeing off his boots and shedding his clothes, too, remembering to retrieve the all important protection out of his pocket. Looks like I'm lucky already. He had no trouble lifting svelte Cassie by those warm buns and wrapping her long legs around his waist to burrow his face between the sunny side up twin-ish peaks better known as 'Cassie' on the left and 'Sassie' on the right desperate to get to know the sonsie Alyce's Restaurant waitress intimately. After all, she had suggested the menu...

Other hangings on the wall rattled as he brought the hammer down and nailed her to it. His first strokes were wild and rough as she threw her head back exposing her long slender neck and hung on with a vice-like grip hungrily winging out that long pent up need. When spent they collapsed momentarily against the cool plaster breathing heavily unable to speak...

She pointed the way to her bedroom as he cradled her in his eighteen-wheeler wielding arms then laid her gently on her bed and snuggled in next to her ready to explore in more detail...slow and gingerly. He tasted and toyed from lips to her earlobes, nibbling down her exquisite neckline to collar bone and down, down, down to a u-shaped scar low on her abdomen... then back up circling around and kissing the small beauty mark along the erotically tender underside of Sassie that distinguished her from her virtual twin. Ah, ha... the mysterious difference between the two. One was dotted.

He languished on the sensitive centers of first Sassie then Cassie. Sensually licking, flicking, nibbling as he sampled each. Definitely sweet and spicy. A satisfying moan escaped from her open lips encouraging him to intensify the suckling until he knew it was driving her to the brink as her body quivered underneath him. She surprised him as she ardently took charge and climbed atop his tent pole.

A slow grind with him testing the heft and weight of the pendulous duo gradually became a mutual frenzy. Rise and fall...rise and fall...Quick, quick, slow...Quick, quick, slow. More ,more, MORE...'Til at last they each claimed what they were looking for...what they needed.

Still no need for verbal communication they entwined and continued the conversation between their curious bodies. Each learning the language of the other until they were both bilingual. Then it was simply a matter of speak and repeat … and repeat...and...

She had fallen asleep curled on his arm. Poor thing was probably on her feet all night. Droggy himself, Drifter reluctantly remembered he had a mission to complete to collect his payload and had nearly used up his extra time. Time well spent, indeed.

A neighborhood rooster crowed and the shadow of a church steeple from across the street seeped through her bedroom window. Pressing reminders time was slipping away.

He wanted to memorize everything about her. The softness of her lips, the dainty hook of her ear, the curve of her neck, the essence of her hair, the strength in her shoulder, the arch of her back. As he watched her sleep he quietly drank in her beauty and marveled at her prowess and how complete she had made him feel.

But for all he knew she could be expecting her man to return soon. Glancing around he saw no evidence of another. She could be someone's mother or grandmother for that matter. Possessing an ageless, graceful air about her with smooth supple skin yet a becoming maturity in her alluring features she could be anywhere between the ages of 26 to 66. He didn't care. He had no regrets. As she started to stir he had an idea.

“Cassie, come with me.” He whispered in her ear. “It's been forever since I've had anyone.”

“I , I...”

“Yes, yes you can. Please don't say … You don't have someone, do you?”

“Someone long gone... Talk me into it.”

“What do you think I have been trying to do? Can't make it much plainer. You are like the air I breathe. I can't live without you, now. You've become part of me. The only good part. I've fallen in love with you. I...”

“Are you sure that isn't just lust?”

“No, I want you by my side. Forever. Marry me if you can't go on like this.”

For good measure he once again nuzzled an extended nipple and devoured it flattening his tongue on the yielding underside and eagerly working it like he owned it. Suddenly a fine sugary nectar oozed forth from it. Slowly at first then in a stream.

“What's this?... The extra cream you... you promised?...” He garbled as gobbling...

“It's a long story... for now...but, well... help yourself to all you want....if you like.”

“Mm, I like, I...m, m, m. I...mm.” He indulged...in both.

Finally, she had to push him away, “Better let me throw a few things in a bag if I am to go with you.”

“Wonderful! You're the most amazing woman I have ever had the privilege of having breakfast with.” He admitted as they routed around for their clothing.

“Breakfast! Oh, no I never fed you.”

“Don't know what you call me draining you like I did but I am satisfied.” He bundled her in a quick hug as her chest turned a brighter pink than it had been under his scruffy chin.

“You're making me blush! Let me get busy.”

She pushed him away to collect a few knit tees with a red embroidered 'A' on the left upper chest. “Guess I won't be needing these anymore. I'll return them to Alyce.”

“He'll have a hard time finding anyone to fill those out like you did, My Love. So the heart was only for Valentine's Day last evening. I didn't even realize it was covering the 'A' .”

“You had other things on your mind.” She chuckled.

“Glad I got to know Cassie and Sassie. Can't wait to live with them full time. You know I'll treat them right. Right?”

“I know how you will treat them, all right!”

“Can't blame me, though... We're made for each other. I've always been a boob man. And you are a woman with abundant boobs. A match made in heaven.

“So, Angel, let me take out your trash while you finish packing.”

Before exited the back door he passed through a studio room full of paintings. Mostly landscapes devoid of people. But there were a couple somewhat different. One was a slump-shouldered man in a dark suit walking away toward a church steeple in the background. The other was a striking depiction of a newborn infant swaddled in strip-like clothes laying on a marble indented slab somewhat like an old-fashioned trough for livestock.

She walked up behind him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Think I have room for that?” She pointed to a briefcase sized art supply carrying case.

“Of course. These are beautiful. Have you been to all these places? Do you sell them?”

“Mostly give them away. Most come from my imagination. I'll let someone know they are here. This place is a rental. I don't have to clear it out. Think I have all my important things.”

“We can stop anytime and you can paint the highest mountain tops, the glassy lakes, the quiet streams, the towering waterfalls or the tranquil meadows we find along the way.”

“That will be nice to actually see them.”

The last things she packed were some photos and as he picked up her bags she picked up a small teddy bear. Then they walked toward the truck stop.

“Speaking of a match in heaven, let's stop in at this church to see if there is a priest who could tie the knot for us.”

'But, I'm not dr...”

“You look beautiful. Let's make it legal now then we can always do a more formal ceremony later. I don't have a ring. All I can offer you is my slightly battered heart.”

As long as she was there she suddenly wanted to make a confession so excused herself to the confessional.

~~~

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Confess your sins, My Child.”

“I have spent the last few hours fornicating with a stranger much the same way I committed carnal knowledge with you, My Priest. Now I'll marry him and find freedom roaming the highways forever.”

“Say constant 'Hail Marys'...How can you run away with a trucker you don't even know.”

“I know him Biblically already... We speak the same language.”

“But I need you to survive. Your life giving...”

“I pumped for you overnight. It awaits you in my frig but it will be the last.

“Since our baby...I can't say it... I need this chance to survive away from here, away from..... You aren't really sick... it's only your guilt eating away at you. This is your chance to forget me and our sin, too. You can live in peace. There are some paintings in your rental you can do with as you please.

“This man is a good man with a good heart. I am sure he sincerely wants me and I will be happy with him. Please do the righteous thing and perform a legitimate wedding ceremony for us. I can't continue …”

~~~

“Uh, thanks for helping us out on such short notice, Father. Come on, Sweetheart. Gonna have to put the hammer down. I got another load to deliver.”