New Life in a Small Coastal Town
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A Hook Up In A Small Town (Pt 1) free porn video
How did I get here?
That question kept circulating in my head as he kept… well, let’s review.
I moved back to my hometown to help at my Uncle Jack’s fishing excursions business that he ran with my cousin, Tripp. Before they left on an excursion on my first day back, Tripp told me that one of his buddy’s - a member of our fire department - would be by the shop to pick up the box of supplies behind the counter. About twenty minutes after they headed out on an all-day excursion, his friend came in.
Tall, killer smile, and charm for days, Danny Beckett was one of the rare ones: not a native. He joined our little fire department after six years working for the National Park Service. Dressed in department-issued navy blue cargo pants and a heather gray t-shirt with the town crest stamped on the left of his chest, he strolled up to the counter, and leaned on his right arm.
“You must be Genevieve.”
“Yes, Danny, right?” I turned to retrieve the box behind the counter. “Tripp said everything should be here.” I lifted the box and placed it on the counter in between us.
“Fellas not here?”
“Nope, early charter today. I’m guessing they’ll be back around two at the latest, but Tripp has his cell if you need to get a hold of him.”
A bit of small talk about the weather and what was in the box - some old sheets of foil that never sold in the cooking area - that the fire department was going to use for their corn roast fundraiser the following weekend. He noticed the first couple drops of rain beginning to fall, thanked me, and made his way out of the shop and across the street to the fire station.
Over the next week, I’d notice him as I worked around the shop, stealing glances out the storefront. Stocking the coolers in the front window with fresh bait, I watched Danny and a couple of the other firemen washing down equipment. We exchange a wave and caught each other looking for the other across the street.
We passed each other later in the week as I was heading into Neptune’s Diner to pick up our lunch order. He was leaving with a couple members of the police department. “That looks pretty important, don’t dilly dally talking to me,” I said as he held the door open for me.
“Public safety can wait. I need to show you how chivalrous I am.”
“Well I’m a good citizen, so don’t let me hold you up.”
He backed out the door, but not before he left me with a zinger: “I wouldn’t mind being held up.”
Friday of that first week led to another encounter: Danny was out at the house for Jack’s weekly poker game. I came back from a grocery run to find Danny sitting at our dining room table with the rest of the usual suspects, drinking and shooting the shit as they tried to hustle one another. I popped my head in, said hello, and ducked back into the kitchen to put the groceries away.
“Anything good?”
I turned around and saw Danny standing at the island in the kitchen going through the last of the grocery bags.
“Not really,” I stepped over and grabbed a gallon of milk and opened the refrigerator. I could feel him behind me, I could smell his cologne, and for the first time, I actually was nervous. I drew a deep breath and turned around carefully. He was in civilian clothes - a black dress shirt, untucked over a white t-shirt, dark-washed jeans, and a pair of black dress shoes. His hair was perfectly combed, with product to keep his short waves under control, and clean-shaven. In his hand was a package of cheese.
“Thanks,” I managed to say, carefully taking the item from him. Problem was cheese went in the bottom drawer, which meant I had to bend down. And his proximity left me with three options: just toss it on the shelf right in front of me, squat down and hope I didn’t hit him in the chin when I stood back up or do the stripper bend at my waist and suggestively file the food away. Luckily, Jack called for him from the other room and he returned to the poker game.
Later that night, once everyone had stumbled out the door and made their way home - safely in a couple of taxis - I was sitting in my bedroom when my nightstand began to rattle from my cell phone vibrating. I put my book down and reached over.
Has Jack planned his Hawaiian vacation yet? He cleaned us all out.
How did… Is this Danny?
Yeah. I got your number from Tripp - is that OK?
I guess… and no, no plans yet. That man has never taken a day of vacation that I know of.
Hawaii sounds nice. Sunny, sandy, warm. Relaxing on a beach.
I hesitated… what the hell, Genevieve… Yeah, that does sound nice.
Ever been?
No.
Nothing tropical?
Never really had the chance.
Maybe when I win all my money back I’ll schedule a getaway, take you along.
It took me a while to think of a response. That’s a hell of a first date.
Then maybe we should plan on something next week?
I thought you had a date tonight - you looked pretty snazzy.
Snazzy? How old are you, Grandma? LOL
Whatever…
I wanted to make a good impression. How’d I do?
Good grief… I could feel the hairs on my arms starting to stand on end. I smiled to myself, giggled a bit. No one ever really flirted with me - this was flirting right? Mr. Beckett, you can charm anyone, I’m not much of a conquest.
I don’t know Gen, you still haven’t said yes.
Yes to what?
A date.
Sure. Yes. When?
I can be back there in about 15 minutes.
I guffawed, figured I woke Tripp and Jack up, but luckily they were passed out. A booty call? Aren’t you on duty?
Yeah. Maybe you should come here.
Jesus… Oh, so I’m the booty call?
See you in 15. Come to the side door off Jefferson.
I put my phone down… Do I respond to this? Do I go? I looked across the dimly lit room and caught my reflection in my floor-length mirror. I had my hair pulled back in a messy bun, my glasses were on and I had a ratty t-shirt on with some pajama pants. I mean, I could put some clothes on and just talk in person…
Twenty minutes later, I was parking my truck on Jefferson across from the station. I had changed into a pair of jeans, a tank top and a zip-up hoodie. No make up, stuck with my glasses and messy bun. Before I reached the door, Danny pushed it open, dressed back in his official t-shirt and cargo pants. No sooner I had stepped inside, he quietly closed the door behind me and pulled me up against him. Before I could brace myself, putting my hands on his chest, he had his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face up to his. That first kiss made my knees buckle and made every inch on my body tingle. He pulled all the oxygen out of me; by the time he came up for air, I had to lean against the wall and catch my breath. When I finally opened my eyes, he reached for my hand and quietly led me down a hall behind the trucks in the garage. At the end was a door. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to ask.
It was a small medical clinic, complete with an examining table. “How many girls have you brought here for a first date?”
He smiled, reaching behind my head to pull the bun out and shook my hair out with his fingers as he explained, “I’ve been here for a year. I’ve been hit on from everyone from high school girls to frustrated housewives and everything in between, but you’re different.” His hands reached down and he lifted me up onto the table. Standing in between my open legs, I wondered if he could tell how wet I was getting.
Initially, I hesitated, but I eventually put my hands on his shoulders, then slid them down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle. “I don’t know how I feel about being a cheap hook up.”
Danny leaned forward and started kissing my neck. I could feel my toes curl inside my sneakers, I scooted to the edge of the table and ran my hands up his back and then through his hair. A quiet moan rumbled out of my mouth, which seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. I felt a hand slide up the inside of my thigh and to my waistband. He brought his face around in front of mine and pushed his lips against mine. He sucked my bottom lip for a few moments before he slid his tongue inside my mouth and eventually we were kissing more passionately than we had initially when I arrived. It caught me off guard.
And then I felt my jeans unfasten. A hand slid inside and fished its way underneath my panties. I wrapped my left arm around his neck and braced myself on the table with my right hand. Soon, there was an index finger searching for and eventually finding my clit. Another moan, this time a little louder, and then the pleading. “Make me cum, Danny.”
His first two fingers entered me, searching my inner walls. Then I felt his thumb stroking my clit, making pressured rotations on me. I felt my vagina begin to constrict around his fingers, which he was sliding in and out.
“Christ, you’re good with your hand.”
“Next time, I’ll really show you how good I am with everything.” He kissed me long and continued to rub me. I tried to be quiet but it was getting impossible. “Cum for me, Gen.”
I wrapped my hands around the edge of the table and leaned back as he continued to finger me, getting closer. I was soaked and I could see he was getting hard. I reached to grab his waist, but he shoo’d me away. “Cum. Cum Gen.”
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