This must be the place, the event sign reads "15th Annual Lumberjack Competition and Festival". I park my Hummer H2 and shake my head, only here would I not get teased about my choice of vehicle. I like my cars like my men big, strong and endurance ready.
I walk up to the ticket center and provide my name to a very curvy and bottom heavy cashier. She squeals and with a country twang yells "Well who do you know Missy? You've got yourself here an all inclusive V.I.P ticket , umm humm". I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders and laughing lightly ask her what does all inclusive include?
Excitedly she explains "Well everythang sugar!"
Booze? I ask back
"Ev-ery tha-ng" she enunciates.
Well damn, I'm going to have to give Julio a big fat thank you when I see him.
I beeline straight to the bar area, flash my VIP gold card and place my order. One Kamikaze downed before it even settles in front of me. Next I request a double amaretto sour, I start sipping on that while simultaneously motioning to the bartender for another. (Don't judge me, I come from a long line of "professional drinkers").
I even earned some serious cash in college by betting against and out drinking guys that were two to three times my size. And today my friends would be no different.
Deciding to check the competition out I request an extra tall amaretto sour light ice. Walking around the festival with my drink in hand, I spot all types of characters from shorties to the buff and beautiful; some thin fellas as well as lumberjack girls. But nothing and I mean nothing could have prepared me for the gorgeous creature ahead of me. He was splitting logs like he was conducting a freaking orchestra, effortless. The heavens opened, light shown on him and I swear I heard the angels sing "Ave Maria".
This perfect specimen of man was slinging the axe like it was nothing. T-shirt off wearing jeans with suspenders and boots only, the visual alone was enough for me to cum on the spot. Just as I completed the thought he lifts his head and our eyes met and holy shit did he just wink at me?
There's no way, right? And just like that he's back to splitting logs, one after the other. I try to pull myself together and act as if in that moment, I didn't just pick out my wedding gown and the baby names of our future children. Shit that man was hot! But, It's time to replenish my drink.
The crowd is yelping and hooting, looks like Mr. Future Husband just won. I smile and move on to the next spot, this festival is amazing.
After about an hour I walk in one of the bar/pub areas. I take a look around and I am a kid in a candy store. Most of the guys here appear to be single, at least the ones I was undressing with my eyes.
Most have beards or goatee's but i really enjoy a nice clean face. Four Amaretto Sour doubles later and I push off the bar and start in the direction of a tall, dark complexion, bald fellow with no facial hair. Nice and thick in all the right places, at least I hoped.
As usual my preoccupied thoughts made me lose focus and I clumsily bump into one hell of a beautiful beast. Tall, ripped, olive complexion an absolute demi god with short wavy jet black hair. It's HIM; with a gleam in his eyes he looks down at me and smiles. The wicked smile on his face as he held me face to chest told me several things, #1 he was definitely a good time #2 He liked what he saw and #3 he was going to be mine.
Too much to drink, little lady? He questioned in a deep velvety voice that made my panties melt right off of my body. With that comment I collected myself in a huff, "That handsome is very unlikely", I retorted.
"Really? Because I seem to remember you downing 4 tall drinks Amaretto Sour ring a bell? And before that ? I'll guess another and probably a Kamikaze shot?"
Still wrapped in his arms I say as calmly as I could "Why Sir, Are you following me?", I say in an exaggerated false astonishment.
He replies with a simple sentence that immediately has my pussy purring. "I've had my eye on you ever since you walked in".
I now realize he is still holding me I coolly look at his hands holding me at this point up and I raise an eyebrow. He catches my drift and chuckles lightly and says "If I let you go, are you sure you won't fall in your inebriated state?"
I realize that comment offends me. I am actually offended.
I casually retort "I'm no where near inebriated, thank you. In fact Sir I would challenge you to try and catch up with me but, you appear to be full of assumptions and we all know what happens when you assume," I finish with a raised eyebrow.
Chuckling lightly he calls the bartender over and orders two double Amaretto Sours we clink glasses together and drink up.
The drinks keep coming and I am in my element all eyes are on me. Soon this tall thick tree will fall and wait.... I didn't bet any money. Well I will rectify that immediately.
The next round of drinks come and before I take a sip i say " You know normally I make a wager. How about $500.00 says I walk out of here no problem as sober as I came in. He retorts how about $500.00 says you walk out of here wobbling.
I think this over and say "You're on!"
With those words the entire bar goes wild. Money is flying everywhere bets are being placed. I pull out five 100 dollar bills and he does the same, approximately six drinks in and my tiny bladder calls. I promise to return after receiving directions from the bar staff I make my way to what is labeled as "The Hens House".
Taking my time and checking my make up, I think I sure hope I'm not wasting my time. Maybe I should be watching the games but I can't walk away now, never have I walked away from a bet and I sure as shit won't start today.
With one final check I open the Hen House door only to be met by Mr. Demigod himself. "I was beginning to think you fell in" he teases as he towers over me. "Miss me did you, Sir?, How is it i still don't know your name?"
"It's Brenden and you don't have to call me Sir if you don't want to, you can call me handsome again". He smiles this amazing megawatt smile with perfectly white teeth."
"Down Kitty, down" I mentally chastised my vagina.
With three inch platform construct boots on, Brenden is still towering over me and is now moving in for a kiss. Thank you, thank you, all things holy in the universe, he leans in and I reach up to close the gap when I hear a loud EXCUSE ME! Well that snaps me back into reality.
Walking back to the bar I place my hand on Branden's shoulder and whisper "You know you can fold now if you want and we can get back the the games or more important things." Inwardly I'm hoping he'd agree to the latter.
He appears to search my face and thinking he says "How about one more drink" with those words he really takes a look at me. As if we didn't just sit here for almost two hours with playful banter and all. But his intense search of my body and face is suddenly making me feel self conscious.
What is he thinking? I don't dare look away; instead I reach for my glass and enjoy all that is him and the heat that is generating between us. He's staring at my face and head, as if he could see my brain and all things inside it. I have this tingly sensation my spidey senses are going off but my libido is over riding it. "Shit, I wish I was riding him" and just as I think this he smiles and says "drink up!" I do what he says but that nudging in the back of my head continues. He takes my hand and the crowd says their "Awe's and Boo's" he just waves his hand in the air and says "Another time fellas" as he guides me through the now packed bar.
It's there again that nudge, my brain is slowly putting pieces together. He takes me to a key card entry spacious office which is the size of some apartments, where he starts to make another Amaretto Sour at the wet bar. I try to play cool and walk around the spacious room.
Awards and photos decorate the walls, Mr. Lumberjack 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 through 2014, he's on the cover of Men's Health no shirt, veins bulging jeans hanging off of his waistline with an axe in hand suspenders hanging. Well damn that's one hell of a picture. The caption reads "Most eligible bachelor 2012-2015, Mr. Universe 2010, a Masters degree and many more shiny gold or crystal awards, recognitions blah, blah blah. I then read the name Brandon Fraiser-Garner trying to appear unimpressed I asked are these all yours? He tilted his head in acknowledgement. And again with the tingly scalp I nonchalantly scratch my scalp and meet him halfway as he brings me my drink.
"Are you impressed he asks?" "Should I be?" I ask in an attempt to divert from answering and take a sip and it's delicious my girly parts purr again in appreciation. He has this mischievous smile on his face.
"What's so funny I ask?" "You" he states. "Me?" "Yes, your such a contradiction." "Really?" I reply "How so?" In a matter of fact all business way he says "Your thoughts don't match your outer expressions or actions. I find you absolutely amusing and refreshing". "My thoughts? I say what do you know about my".... that's when it hits me. The nudging, the crackle of electricity, the easy banter. "Witch!"
His reply is quick "I prefer Warlock". "Really" I say? As I shut my mind down like it's Fort Knox. "Well, Sir I'm glad to have amused you tonight." I finish off my drink and and make a quick pivot to exit the way I came in. (I do not like games and I hate losing) I make a quick dash for the door but he's faster.
He blocks me, like a brick wall I slam against his chest and into his strong arms as they wrap around me. I get a whiff of his absolute essence, the gods are good. His scent... it's all consuming, a sensory overload and I involuntarily lick my lips as a moan slips from my lips"Ummm" and practically purr.
"Where are you going? Don't leave just yet. "he says.
With another whiff of him i inhale deeply and nod my head.
Brenden explains "When I saw you walk in today and then stumble into my arms, well I knew I had to have you. In. here. In. my. office. Over. my. desk. In. my. chair. On my. couch. On. the. wall. On. my. rug. Everywhere. on. every. inch. of. my. office I want. you. I want you wobbling out of here like I bet you would, intoxicated off of my dick".
And that was all it took.
A true lady never tells all.
To be continued. .....