We got an early start and began exploring the housing market. Location, location, and the area were vital to us. We wanted a large lot, an 1800-square-foot home, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and all on one level. Age was not a concern, but condition was crucial. We were concerned with the bones of the home, not decorating. We were down to four possibilities after researching home magazines, open houses, and new construction. It was time for lunch to discuss our choices. The discussion did not start about the housing market.
"Jacob, let me answer your inquiries about our relationship. There should be no date for the wedding; we get married when the time is right. Anyplace is fine, and anyone can marry us. Let's surprise everyone except our kids. Renting could be a possibility. You have nothing to show for your money but are free and don't have to do repairs."
"Lynn, you got my vote on all counts. Let's find a home we can agree on."
We narrowed it down to four after looking at over a dozen houses. Two got knocked out by a poor landlord, and the other was too expensive. That left us with a townhome on a golf course and "Grandma's House." It was a home frozen from 1975 to 1985. The owner had passed away and left it to her daughter. She offered Lynn and me rent with an option to buy.
The rent with the option to buy was perfect for us. We talked to the owner, agreed on the terms, and signed the papers. We were going to live there for at least one year.
The place was clean, but the decorating needed to be updated, and the landlady would decrease the rent for the work we completed. The house was a large slab ranch with a two-and-a-half-car garage. It was now "Home Sweet Home."
We returned to our motel room, looked at each other, and smiled. It had been a full day, and we had taken a huge step, so it was time to reward ourselves.
Lynn inquired, "Where do you want to go for dinner?"
"I don't care, but the appetizer and the dessert will be here."
"Yes, you are incurable." Lynn shook her head and laughed. "I'll check and see what's in the pantry."
She hurried off, and I poured a couple of glasses of wine. Lynn reentered the room wearing a white fishnet, cut-out body stocking, and matching stilettos. Lynn's lingerie and shoe collections were second to none.
"Well, you stated it gets cold in Payson, so I decided to be the "Snow Queen."
"You can't be; you're too hot!"
"That tongue of yours is amazing. You know exactly what to say and how to keep a girl smiling."
With that reply, I took Lynn in my arms, kissed her passionately, and escorted her to the bed. We continued making out and exploring each other's bodies. My mouth moved to her breasts, and Lynn held my head tightly. She pushed my mouth against her breast, and I sucked her nipple and flicked it with my tongue.
"Jacob, I love when you kiss and suck on my nipples. There is no other feeling in the world like it. I get warm and wet and pass into a euphoric state. You know how to make love to me."
My hand drifted Lynn's body to her womanhood. My fingers brushed against her clit, and parted her labia; Lynn let out a sigh and grabbed her tits. My finger entered her womanhood, the second, and finally, the third. She was wide open and ready to fuck like a wildcat. Lynn began teasing her nipples as my tongue entered the "sweetest place on earth."
Lynn exhaled and said, "Jacob, you know where to put your tongue. Right there, it's heavenly. That feels so good."
She was enjoying her tongue-lashing. Lynn's head was back, and she was pinching her nipples till they were as hard as granite.
It was time to position myself between her legs. Lynn opened her legs as wide as she could. Suddenly, Lynn ordered me, "Stop!" She reached out and grabbed my erect cock with a couple of gentle strokes, kissed the tip, and spread her legs, "Let's go. Fuck me and take me on a "magic carpet ride." That was my invitation to slide into her. Upon entering her womanhood, Lynn's legs clamped around my waist, her stilettos dug into my side, and she grabbed her breasts.
"Mmmm, that feels marvelous. I love when your cock is inside of me."
Lynn's vaginal muscles began to work their magic and squeeze my penis. Her breath quickened as I started to make love to her. Her hips raised off the bed and met my thrusts. I could feel her nails ripping the flesh on my back.
"Fuck yes, I'm cumming."
Those were her last words as I felt blood oozing on my back. The pain fueled my desire, and I fucked Lynn as hard as I could. We were fucking our brains out for what seemed like hours. Lynn's vice-like grip started to tighten as she reached her crescendo. She began to utter filth from her mouth, "Fuck me harder and abuse my pussy." As I felt myself starting to cum, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and shot the load onto her tits. Her hands instantly smeared the jism all over her breasts. Lynn looked like a glazed donut.
Lynn looked at me, winked at me, licked her lips, and cleaned her fingers with her tongue. She turned me on; I kissed her and stuck my tongue in her mouth. After our main event, we lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating our next move.
"Tomorrow, we buy a bed. Since the landlady will let us move in immediately, let's get to what is most important. Remember, you can pick out anything that you want. I'll supply the credit card. That goes for the entire home. We will get the bed first, linens, towels, bathroom supplies, and groceries. I call the storage company to ship our container to Payson."
The following day was organized chaos. We opened the bedding store and purchased a frame, box spring, and mattress in twenty minutes. There was no headboard because Lynn could not find one she liked. The landlady did a great job cleaning the place. Our business arrangement would work well. She told us that we could have the old furniture in the garage. We scrounged a desk, dresser, kitchen table, and two chairs. The rest of our things would arrive in the storage container. While Lynn was busy, I called her son-in-law and had him ship the Mini Cooper convertible.
Two weeks passed, and the place started to take shape as our home. Lynn did a superior job decorating the house. We purchased furniture and made the place livable. That's when it happened; I found out Lynn was a "junkie." Not drugs; she liked old, solid wood furniture, well-done artwork, and expertly crafted practical items. We removed all the wallpaper, repainted the interior an eggshell white, replaced the drapes, and removed the old carpet. The arrival of the storage container gave us almost everything we needed for a new life. Our personal items gave the place a homey feel. Lynn was pleased with herself on the job she had done.
It was time for her surprise. One morning, she was going to get her hair done and shop. During her absence, it was time to retrieve the Mini Cooper. The car arrived last week; I had it serviced, detailed, and gassed. I had a four-mile hike to pick it up and drive it back to the house. I called Lynn to pick up some bottled water and find out when she would be home.
Lynn answered, "Twenty minutes; why?"