Thursday, June 24, 1999
The power was out. The power seemed to always go out during a storm. Tonight was no exception. A flash of lightning lit up the sky outside. A crack of thunder followed instantaneously, rattling the old window in its nearly dilapidated frame.
Heather reached to the nightstand beside her and accidentally knocked over a beer can—an empty beer can. It rolled off the stand and clanged against the hardwood floor. Her hand fumbled in the darkness until she found the pack of Morlboros and lighter she’d been searching for.
The flame from the lighter lit up the darkness as she placed the cigarette between her lips. She used the moment of light to glance at the naked body laying beside her in bed. A little short, slightly too thin, a big nose—but otherwise, beautiful… and all woman.
The lighter went out and the brief glimpse of her lover was over. She tossed the lighter back onto the nightstand. A drop of sweat rolled down Heather’s torso.
“Damn it’s hot,” Heather muttered as she took a drag on the cigarette.
“That’s what happens when the power goes out in the middle of the summer,” the woman beside her answered.
As the two friends lay next to each other, listening to the rain pound down on the roof, Heather pondered her current situation. This is crazy, she thought. How did I end up here? she asked herself. She exhaled a cloud of smoke and ran her fingers through her short, spiky black hair, as she reflected on this unexpected whirlwind of a relationship. It had all started innocently enough…
“Do you want a part-time job this summer?” Heather’s mother asked her in mid-May.
Heather had just arrived home from college and wasn’t real sure what to do with herself for three months. “Doing what?” she asked.
“Oh, last night, when your dad came home from the coop board meeting, he said they were looking for someone to help Carol run the elevator during harvest,” her mom explained.
Heather closed her eyes. Her dad had been a board member for the local farmers cooperative for ten years. He had come home bearing this message no less than ten years in a row. They were always looking for someone to help Carol run the elevator during harvest. It was not a difficult job, but the hours were long. Some nights farmers and harvesting crews could keep cutting wheat until eleven o’clock or later.
Not only were the hours long, but they were also unpredictable. An unexpected rain could leave you without work for three days in a row. Some days started at noon, other days might not start until four o’clock. If no trucks were coming through, there was quite literally nothing for you to do. Aside from all that, the elevator office was dusty and grimy (a difficult combination to pull off, but somehow it managed to be true). Yes, there was a reason this position was available. It usually went to some college-aged girl who was hard up for cash—some girl like Heather.
“I don’t want to work in the elevator,” Heather said flatly.
“Are you sure?” her father said from behind her, coming out of the restroom to join the conversation. “We’re paying ten dollars an hour this year.”
Heather’s eyebrows went up. “Ten dollars an hour?” Minimum wage was $4.96 an hour. Heather’s attention was caught.
Her dad shrugged. “It’s only for a few weeks, of course,” he explained unnecessarily. “You know how the elevator is. Once harvest is over there wouldn’t be anything else for you to do. Carol handles pretty much everything else the rest of the year.”
“Let me think about it,” Heather said, a resigned quality to her voice. Over the years of making these types of decisions, let me think about it had become Heather’s go-to response when she had already made up her mind to do something, but just didn’t want to say it out loud yet.
So, the rest of May came and went, as did the first two weeks of June. Harvest was getting a slightly later start than usual, thanks to some unusually cool weather at the end of May. Finally, the day arrived and Heather drove to the elevator in one of her dad’s pickups so she could be trained.
“Hi!” Carol greeted. “I was pretty excited when I found it was you I’d be working with this harvest,” she admitted.
Heather laughed. “Why’s that?”
Carol shrugged. “I’d just rather be working with you than someone I don’t like and have never met before.”
Carol had been a constant presence in the elevator offices for several years. She was there every time Heather had gone in, and they’d chatted occasionally, but never really interacted with each other that much. The woman was a good twenty years older than Heather, and thus, as a result, Heather had never given her that much thought. She was a short woman, a little thin, like she never quite got enough to eat. Her nose was slightly large, and bent over, as if it had been broken at some point in her life. Other than those two minor flaws, she was overall a very attractive woman.
Carol began explaining the job to Heather. There wasn’t much to it really. Weigh the trucks, use the moisture tester, write out the tickets. In less than an hour, Heather felt comfortable she could handle things easily.
“To be honest, the hardest part of the job is the truck drivers,” Carol said with a giggle.
“What?” Heather asked.
“The truck drivers,” Carol repeated. “Just… get ready.”
“For?” Heather prompted.
“To be hit on,” Carol replied. “A lot.”
Heather snorted with laughter. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah,” Carol answered. “Especially someone as hot as you. They’ll be trying to flirt with you every single time they come in.”
Heather shook her head. “I’m not that hot,” she said dismissively. “They must not leave you alone either,” she said, returning the compliment.
Carol smiled. “Ten years ago, no, they never left me alone… but anymore, I still get a few guys who’ll flirt, but not nearly as many.”
Heather grinned, “They’re loss, I suppose.”
Harvest commenced as it always does. The trucks came in, the trucks came out, the trucks played pinochle on your snout—no, wait, that’s not right. Anyways, Heather and Carol settled in for three to four weeks of monotony. They showed up every day and worked until late in the night.
As the days passed, Heather got to know Carol quite well. Some days they had a lot of time on their hands, waiting for trucks. They talked about their differing experiences in high school, gossiped about some of the townsfolk, and poked fun at the different guys from different “custom cutter” harvest crews that they were having to put up with.
About two weeks into harvest, things were beginning to wind down for the night. All the custom crews had left town, meaning the only people left trying to get harvest finished, were the local farmers, who all shut down around ten o’clock. Heather and Carol had been watching weather reports on television all evening. A storm was coming—a big one. According to the weatherman’s explanation, there was no way it was going to miss them. The storm would probably arrive about one-thirty in the morning or so, maybe sooner, maybe later.
“Hey, you oughtta come over to my place after work,” Carol asked unexpectedly as if the idea had just occurred to her. “We could have a few beers, watch a movie or something—or just sit and talk—or whatever.” She paused for a moment and then added, “But mainly, have a few beers.”
“What about the storm?” Heather asked.
“Exactly, the storm means we probably won’t have to work at all tomorrow,” Carol explained. “Thus, beer.”
Heather giggled. “Sure, sounds great. Just let me run home real fast and change into something more comfortable.”
The last truck of the night rolled through twenty minutes later. The two women closed up shop and Heather made the quick drive to her parent’s house. A mad dash inside and ten minutes later, she was wearing a comfortable pair of dark blue soccer shorts and a tank top. Her mother found it odd that she was going to go hang out with a forty-two year old woman, but in the end, admitted that Heather was an adult and could “stay out late” if she wanted. “Just be careful about the storm,” she admonished as Heather stepped out the door.
Just a few minutes later, Heather was pulling into Carol’s driveway. The house in question was an old, two-story house that had once been painted white. The paint was peeling away badly and overall, the dwelling appeared to be in serious need of some repairs.
Heather stood on Carol’s porch and awkwardly knocked on the screen door.
Carol came to the door and Heather noticed that she too had changed. Carol was now wearing a similar pair of flimsy, hot pink shorts, which were much shorter and more revealing than Heathers. An A-frame tank top (one of those that is colloquially referred to as a “wife-beater”) completed the older woman’s outfit.
“Lived here by myself since the divorce,” Carol said matter-of-factly as she walked across the living room.
“How long were you married?” Heather asked, just trying to fill the void in the conversation, as she followed the other woman.
“About ten years,” Carol responded as she stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She removed two cans of Miller Lite and handed one to Heather.
Carol picked out Top Gun at random from her collection of VHS tapes and popped it into the VCR. It started playing but they quickly forgot about it amid the conversation.
Over halfway through the film, Heather was making a return trip from the refrigerator, cracking open what was already her fourth beer. “So, all those truck drivers who flirt with us,” she said casually, “ever take one of them up on it?”
“Are you kidding?” Carol snorted. “Hell yes,” she said, draining the last of her fourth can. “Dozens of times,” she admitted.
Heather’s raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Dozens?” She wasn’t sure how to ask the next question. She and Carol had talked about a lot of things over the past couple of weeks, but they’d never talked about sex. “Sooooo,” she started slowly, “are we talking dates? Orrrrr…”
“Fucking?” Carol filled in. “Yeah, lots and lots of fucking,” she said through a giggle.
“Wow,” Heather said simply. Her jaw had figuratively dropped and sudden sensations had just been stirred somewhere between her ribcage and her knees.
Heather couldn’t stop herself. Now that the topic had taken an abrupt change in direction, she wanted to know more. “Anyone we’ve been dealing with this year amongst that group?” she asked curiously.
Carol nodded. “Well, Ryan of course,” she filled in. “But he’s a local guy, we just kinda screw whenever we’re both in the mood.”
“Ryan?” Heather questioned. “Really? I had no idea. You guys just act like casual acquaintances when he comes in.”
“Yeah, we’re just fuck-buddies,” Carol explained.
Heather belted out a big laugh. She swallowed down about half the beer in her hand and pressed on. “Anyone else?”
Carol thought for a moment. “Ted, the one in the blue semi, about three years ago.”
“Very nice,” Heather said approvingly.
Carol went to retrieve another can of beer. When she returned, she cracked it open and flopped back down on the couch right next to Heather, with her legs tucked up under her knees, an arm across the top of the couch, and turned facing Heather. A distant sound of rolling thunder indicated that the anticipated storm was approaching.
“About, oh, eight or nine years ago,” Carol continued, sipping from the new beer, “there was this crew that came through every year. One of the guys that drove for them was this totally hot guy. He asked me to go out driving around with him one night after they finished. I bet we fucked five times before they left town.”
“That’s awesome,” Heather said honestly.
“Came back through the next year, and the next, and the next after that—lots of sex.”
Carol paused for a moment. She picked up her pack of cigarettes off the coffee table and took one out. She lit it up and took a drag. “But then, ol’ man Wright got pissed off at the crew for something, and he hired someone different the next year. They’ve never been back.”
A lull in the conversation allowed Heather to gaze at her new friend. She had a cuteness to her which had been growing on Heather for three weeks. Her tank top hugged her perfectly in all the right spots. Heather glanced at the other woman’s chest. The low cut tank top revealed just a bit of cleavage. Her short, yet shapely legs were still tucked up under her.
At the beginning of the night, they had started out on opposite ends of the couch. Over the course of the past hour and a half, they had gradually moved closer and closer. Now, they were mere inches apart. Heather gazed into the others eyes and could tell that Carol wanted to make the next move, but was holding back. Perhaps she was worried about taking such a bold step with a woman who was so much younger.
Heather took the step for her. She leaned in and kissed Carol on the lips, simultaneously placing a hand on the other woman’s thigh.
Carol responded instantly, slipping her tongue into Heather’s mouth. Once that first barrier had been breached, neither one of them made a further attempt at restraint. The dam had burst and they were washed away in a torrent of passionate kisses. The older woman asserted her dominance, pressing Heather backwards onto the couch.
Heather could feel Carol’s tongue against her own. Taste the cigarette smoke still on her breath. Warm saliva passing from one mouth to the other. Carol’s lips, slightly dry and cracked. Their breathing heavy.
Heather felt Carol’s calloused hands work their way down her arms and up under her tank top. Heather returned the favor, snaking her own hands onto Carol’s ass and down the back of Carol’s perfectly smooth thighs. One of Carol’s hands found Heather’s perky twenty-one year old breasts. She hadn’t bothered to put on bra when she left the house. Her hand gripped firmly and teased a tender nipple between practiced fingers.
Carol’s kisses caressed Heather’s neck, leaving dabs of cool moisture on her skin. Her lips worked their way further down to Heather’s chest. Her other hand kneaded Heather’s shoulder, gently massaging tense muscles.
Carol used one hand to raise Heather’s shirt up and over her head, flinging it to the floor. Not to be outdone, Heather found the hem of Carol’s shirt, lifting it up and off as well. Heather was not surprised to discover that Carol was not wearing a bra either (she had noticed this already). She took just a moment to inspect her new friend’s tits. They were petite, but creamy white and beautiful.
That glimpse of Carol’s body was all Heather got before the older woman was back on top of her, face buried between Heather’s breasts. Her tongue flicked at each nipple, back and forth. She sucked one for a moment, then the other.
“God, you have a glorious body,” Carol mumbled from somewhere between Heather’s boobs.
Heather chuckled. “It’s all right, nothing special, really,” she said, trying to deflect the compliment.
Carol stopped for a moment, giggling. She raised her head and looked into Heather’s eyes. “Stop it—seriously, you’re gorgeous.”
Heather shook her head. “Carol,” she said in a mock-serious tone. “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” she joked, quoting the movie they had just been watching.
“Yes ma’am,” Carol responded. She stood up, offering Heather her hands and helped the younger woman stand up. She led Heather to a doorway that was covered by a curtain. The curtain concealed a stairway that led to the upper floor.
With each step that Carol took, the old wooden stairs squeaked under her feet. But it wasn’t the squeaking stairs that caught Heather’s attention. It was the ass cheeks sneaking out of the back of Carol’s short-shorts and those incredible thighs connected to them. She was mesmerized, her eyes transfixed on the hot pink shorts in front of her. In fact, she was so entranced that she tripped on the stairs twice as they ascended.
Carol reached the landing at the top of the stairs and opened the door on the left hand side. She allowed Heather to enter in front of her and shut the door behind them.
The room was a bit stuffy, but Heather could feel cool air mixed with the warm. A small window unit air conditioner hummed from across the room.
“Sorry it’s still a little warm,” Carol apologized as she clicked on a small lamp which illuminated the room with a soft orange glow. “I turned on the air conditioner when I got home, but I really wasn’t expecting to be up here this soon.” She seemed embarrassed. “It’s just so hard to keep it cool up here in this old house.”
Heather giggled. “So, you admit you were expecting us to be up here? But just not this soon?” she teased.
Carol laughed wholeheartedly. “That’s not what I meant at all,” she explained. “Honestly, I had no idea any of this was going to happen.” She closed her eyes for a moment as the two topless women moved closer to each other. “But I’m glad it did,” she added.
Their lips met. Carol wrapped her arms around Heather’s waist. Their tits pressed together. The warmth of their bodies added to the heat of the room. A loud crack of thunder indicated that the storm was much closer than either of them had realized.
They eased onto the bed, quickly rediscovering the mood they’d been in just a moment before. Sweet caresses, soft kisses, tender embraces, and heavy breathing filled the next fifteen minutes. Both pairs of shorts were tossed to the floor.
Heather’s hand made its way in between Carol’s thighs. As she slid her hand higher, she could feel the intense heat emanating from her intended goal. The hand came to rest on the well-groomed mound. Heather could feel the wetness. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of the folds of skin between her fingers. She slipped a digit inside and Carol cooed softly. Heather focused all concentration on the activity at hand. She leaned in and kissed Carol’s nipples, licking them and sucking gently.
Carol held on to the back of her head. “It’s been so long,” she whispered.
The old house creaked and cracked as a gust of wind announced the storm’s arrival. Heather paused for a moment to listen as the rain began pounding against the roof. She could hear a rat-a-tat-tat sound as the wind blew the raindrops against the window.
“Heather,” Carol said softly. “What are you waiting for?” she grinned coyly. As she spoke, she gently spread her legs apart and glanced down.
Heather raised an eyebrow and gave her lover a lopsided grin. “Yes, ma’am,” she answered with a giggle. As she spoke, she adjusted her body, lowering her head between those two silky smooth thighs.
She gazed affectionately at Carol’s waiting snatch. She’d been right here so many times, with several different girls, but she never tired of the view. As she moved in, she breathed deeply, taking in the intoxicating aroma. She extended her tongue. Contact. The first lick. The tangy taste. Her nose nestled in to the small tuft of hair atop Carol’s mound.
“Ohhh,” Carol moaned gently.
Heather plunged her tongue deep inside, pressing her lips against Carol’s dripping pussy. She reached up and gripped both thighs, massaging them as she worked her tongue in and out, ravenously devouring the muff in front of her.
Carol was panting heavily. Heather could feel the perspiration on her own forehead as well as Carol’s thighs. She reached a hand upwards, stroking the side of Carol’s tummy and waist.
Heather’s tongue instinctively moved towards Carol’s clit and flicked at it gently. The action caused Carol’s body to involuntarily shudder. Encouraged by this, Heather’s tongue seemed to move of its own accord, rapidly working back and forth across that delicate sweet pearl. She focused all of her attention, licking, sucking, and flicking Carol’s clit.
Carol’s breathing became more rapid. Her hand found Heather’s hand at her waist. She gripped it tightly. Her breathing became erratic and throaty—as if she were hyperventilating. She forced out a rush of air through clenched teeth and clamped down on Heather’s hand, nearly breaking her thumb. Her stomach muscles contracted and she gripped Heather’s hair with her other hand. This was followed by a long, slow, satisfied sigh—and Heather knew she had done her job correctly.
Heather raised her head and smiled. She could feel the drool on both cheeks and her chin, but she didn’t care.
“God that felt good,” Carol said weakly. She propped one leg up, her knee in the air, her thighs still spread far apart.
Heather crawled up and laid next to her on the bed, resting a pillow behind her in a sitting position. Just then a bright flash of lightning, followed by a crack of thunder, made everything go black—and deafeningly silent.
“Power’s out, great,” Heather mumbled.
“The power goes out in this town every time it storms. I’m surprised it lasted this long, to be honest,” Carol stated, still sounding half-drugged.
Yes, the power was out. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky outside. A crack of thunder followed instantaneously, rattling the old window in it’s nearly dilapidated frame.
Heather reached to the nightstand beside her and accidentally knocked over a beer can—an empty beer can. It rolled off the stand and clanged against the hardwood floor. Her hand fumbled in the darkness until she found the pack of Morlboros and lighter she’d been searching for.
The flame from the lighter lit up the darkness as she placed the cigarette between her lips. She used the moment of light to glance at the naked body laying beside her in bed. A little short, slightly too thin, a big nose—but otherwise, beautiful… and all woman.
The lighter went out and the brief glimpse of her new lover was over. She tossed the lighter back onto the nightstand. A drop of sweat rolled down Heather’s torso.
“Damn, it’s hot,” Heather muttered as she took a drag on the cigarette.
“That’s what happens when the power goes out in the middle of the summer,” Carol replied playfully.
As the two friends lay next to each other, listening to the rain pound down on the roof, Heather pondered her current situation. She exhaled a cloud of smoke as her thoughts momentarily got lost in the darkness.
“You know, you’re pretty damn hot too,” Heather flirted, bringing her mind back to the present.
Carol smiled and was quiet for a moment. “At least you didn’t say it,” she said, a note of sadness in her voice.
“Say what?” Heather asked honestly.
“For your age,” Carol filled in. “That’s how guys usually say it to me anymore. You’re pretty good looking… for your age.”
Heather shook her head. “For any age. You’re a babe. Really.”
They shared a quiet moment while Heather smoked her cigarette. Carol took one too and joined her. Heather raised one hand behind her head, running her fingers through her now sweaty short black hair. The air felt good against her underarm. Another drop of sweat rolled down her ribcage. She took the final drag from her cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray on the nightstand.
“Heather,” Carol said, the tone of her voice had changed yet again. “Come here,” she continued simply.
Heather leaned in, thinking Carol wanted snuggle, despite the intense heat that was now building in the upstairs bedroom.
Carol shook her head. “That’s not what I meant, darling.” In the darkness, Heather could just make out the devilish grin on her friend’s face. “I want you to warm my ears up with your thighs,” she explained. “Right now,” she added.
A look of understanding dawned across Heather’s face. She raised herself up from the mattress and began the effort of assuming the proper position. She straddled Carol’s face, hoping she wasn’t putting too much pressure against the other’s mouth and jaw.
Carol’s tongue teased her delicate lips. Heather’s thighs slipped a bit when she felt the tongue dart inside her slit. Carol took several tentative laps, licking and tasting. Heather gasped. Carol reached her hands up and gripped Heather’s waist on either side.
Heather let out a slow moan. It felt good. She started grinding her hips in rhythm with Carol’s steady tongue-fucking. She dug her bald mound into Carol’s nose. Her thighs ached, it was becoming difficult to maintain her position without crushing Carol’s face. But there was no way she could ever tell her to stop.
Heather reached her hands out and gripped the headboard for added stability. She couldn’t see them, but she knew her knuckles were white, she was holding on so tightly. She could feel the moment coming from deep inside her. A tidal wave that she couldn’t stop, even if she’d wanted to—but, of course, she didn’t want to stop it. Her body spasmed. Her knees trembled. Her thighs quivered. She exhaled sharply. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She gurgled something unintelligible. Her left foot cramped—painfully. And then, the tension drained from her, as she exhaled sharply once, twice, three times.
Dismounting was difficult. Heather was exhausted from the orgasm she had just experienced, her foot was in extreme pain, and her knees were still trembling. Yet, somehow, she managed to flop down next to Carol.
Both women were, to say the least, a hot mess—quite literally. They briefly discussed going back downstairs where it would almost certainly be cooler, yet, both were too exhausted, too drunk, and too intoxicated with pure lust to even try.
After a few minutes of relaxation, both women lit up another cigarette.
“So, am I your oldest?” Carol asked as she blew out a puff of smoke, a flirtatious note back in her voice.
“Oldest woman, yes,” Heather admitted.
“Guy then?” Carol asked curiously.
“One who was older than you are,” Heather conceded, taking another drag.
“Anyone I know?” Carol pressed.
Heather laughed. She’d never told anyone—certainly not anyone who lived in this town. “Wilbur,” she finally said, almost ashamedly.
Carol broke out into a huge grin and laughed. “Holy shit! No way! Are you shitting me?”
Heather shook her head. “two summers ago, during the—“
“Fourth of July fireworks?” Carol finished for her.
Heather was stunned. “How did you—“
“Me too. Three summers ago,” Carol explained. “I’m pretty sure every unmarried woman in town gets their turn with Wilbur eventually. And a few of the married ones too.”
The power came back on a few minutes later and brought a refreshing surge of conditioned air. The two new friends continued expressing their affection towards one another throughout the rest of the storm, and the remainder of the night.
As expected, they were told early the next morning that there would be no need for them to come to work that day, as the storm had put all harvesters out of action for at least a couple of days.
After hearing this news, Carol rolled across the bed towards Heather. “Hmmm, two whole days with nothing to do? How will we ever manage to pass the time?”
Heather smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Author’s note: So… here’s the deal. Like I said in the author's note at the opening, I had never told ANYONE about this. Not even my lovely wife, Katie, nor my best friend, Tracy. Katie first learned about my encounter with Carol when she read the rough draft for this story. I’m not sure why I never told anyone, I just never had. I don’t think I was really ashamed of sleeping with a forty-two year old woman—like I said, she was gorgeous, and a fun person to hang out with. (My God, I’m forty-two right now… I’m as old as Carol was… way back then… hmm, maybe I should go seduce a young 21 year old woman)…
No, it was not a one night stand. It ended up being more like a summer fling (let’s just say Carol and I drank a lot of beer that summer). My parents? I think they almost certainly suspected, but they never said anything to me about it, and I certainly never told them. As far as they were concerned, Carol and I had just become “good buddies”. But then, at the end of the summer, I got my first teaching job and moved off to a different town… Carol ended up in a long-term relationship with Ryan (it didn’t last)... but that was that.
Oh… by the way… my darling wife, Katie, she masturbated while she read this story.
Anyways, thanks for reading! Stay tuned, more next month!
