“Sylvia, you must be joking. What on earth is in Spruce Hollow?” Nigel asks from behind me. I im walking naked by the window of my manhattan penthouse towards the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and wet it. I begin to wipe sweat and Nigel’s semen from between my 34C breasts. For a moment I admire my body. Toned and tanned. My breasts hang a bit lower than they did when I was 18 but are still quite firm. My long dark hair hangs just below my shoulders, my dark bush shaved to a perfectly trimmmed single strip. In the background I se Nigel lying in the bed, his 6 inch cock still hard and glistening from my juices a small dribble of sperm rolling down the shaft to his cleanly shaved balls. He patiently awaits me to return and clean him off.

I re-wet the cloth with warm water and return to him. I sit on the edge of the bed beside him and begin cleaning his cock for him. “One of my firm’s clients is trying to buy out a small bakery there but the owner is being stubborn. I have to go and try to convince her to sell” I say as I wipe Nigel’s cock and balls. He has a nice cock I think to myself wondering if it will be enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. Nigel was the president of my HOA, that’s how we met. He is almost a decade older than me but is quite charming and business minded like me, so when he asked me out a few years back, I said yes, and we have been dating ever since. Last January he surprised me with a trip to Tahiti and a proposal. “And what if she refuses?” He asks. “Well, then I am authorized to force the situation through the courts.” I respond.

I am an associate in one of the largest law firms in NY and only weeks away from making partner. At 33 I will not only be the first female partner of the firm but also the youngest. I’ve worked very hard my whole life to get to this point. I’ve played just as hard, the expensive decor of my penthouse condo is mostly souvenirs of my travels around the world. “Where even is Spruce Hollow?” He asks in his condescending British way. I chuckle and explain to him that it is a small mid-west town not farm from the farm town I grew up in and left just after graduation never to return.

“Not even for Christmas?” He asked knowing I haven’t celebrated that holiday in a long time. I walk over to look out the window at the city. I hate winter, hate the snow, hate the cold, and especially hate the holiday shoppers and tourists. I look down happy I am 100 floors above the madness that is manhattan in December. “How long will you be gone?” He asks walking up behind me and putting his arms around me and kissing my neck.

“She has until the 26th to sign. If she doesn’t then I file the paperwork with the courts on the 27th and fly home the next day. Don’t worry. I’ll be home in plenty of time for the wedding.” We decided on a new years ceremony in the tropics. Figured it will be cheaper since less people will be able to afford to attend and we can start our honeymoon the right way. He starts massaging my breast with one hand, the other going between my legs. He’s already ready to go again. I probably shouldn’t have let him take those pills tonight since I have an early flight tomorrow, but his ego won’t take rejection even one so slight. I know what I have to do.

I turn to face him kissing him passionately then lower myself to my knees. His cock, already hard again stands inches from my face. I take it in my hand and guide it to my mouth. Despite my thorough cleaning I can still taste myself on his dick. I’ve always enjoyed the way I taste. Another reason it frustrates me that he is reluctant to go down on me despite him loving when I do it to him. I know he doesn’t last long in my mouth and sure enough five minutes later he’s filling my throat with sperm. Mission accomplished.

Noon the next day, December 15, I am pulling into the parking lot of the only hotel in Spruce Hollow. The local Bed and Breakfast. The town is so small and remote I had to fly into the closest city and rent a car to drive the hour here. I walk in wearing my smart business suit with pencil skirt. My hair pulled up into a bun. “Hi. I have a reservation, Sylvia Winters” I say polite but matter-of-factly.

“Oh yes Miss Winters. We have your room ready for you” the older lady behind the counter says. She has me sign some papers then hands me a physical key with one of those diamond shaped plastic keychains. So antiquated. “Your room is at the top of the stairs to the left. Has a big number 6 on there. If you would like, you can leave your bags and my nephew will come and grab them” she says kindly.

“It’s fine. I can manage. Thank you” I say picking up my suitcases and climbing the old wooden staircase. It’s obvious this is an old house they renovated. Probably once belonged to someone wealthy back when this town had any money. I stumble and fumble with the large suitcase making it as far as the landing before I say. “On second thought”

“Yes ma’am you can leave it there. It’s fine” she replies with a smile. “Trevor is out at the Christmas Tree farm right now but will be back in a few hours.” A few hours is fine. I take my carry-on, which has everything I need for right now anyway, and head to my room. All I want to do is get a hot shower to wash off the airplane smell and grab lunch. I get to the door of the small bedroom. It has a little metal 6 nailed to the center. I turn the key and open the door. It’s a quaint little room. Four post bed, floral bedding, a desk under the window, an old armoire next to the fireplace along one wall, and an antique chair in the corner next to a door that I assume is the bathroom. I get undressed and open that door only to find out it is a closet. I pick up the phone and call down to the front. Apparently the only bathroom on this floor is across the hall. So I wrap a towel around myself and make my way carrying my toiletries bag.

About fifteen minutes later I’m showered and make my way back to my room. As I open the door I see a tall muscular man with dark hair standing over my bed with his back to me. He is wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. I scream causing him to scream. Before he turns around I pick up the fireplace poker. “I swear to god I’m not afraid to use this!” I exclaim. He turns around and immediately I recognize the face before me. The blue eye, the square jaw, however, the perfectly trimmed beard is new. His red lips part into a smile giving view of his perfect teeth.

“Sylvia? Sylvia Winters?” He asks happily. “Trevor Snow?? What are you doing here?” I ask lowering the poker. Trevor and I gre up together in a small town about a hundred miles from here. He was my high school sweetheart but he had no desire to leave our small mid west mountain town and I wanted fame fortune and power. The last time I saw him was prom night. I’d already gotten enough credits to graduate so the morning after prom I packed a bag and backpacked across Europe before starting my Ivy League school.

“I live here now. I help my aunt out around here and the local Christmas tree farm.” He says stepping up and giving me a hug. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you since…” he trails off. That night must have been hard for him. We had talked about getting married and growing old together. That night after prom was supposed to be our first time together, but instead of meeting him in the hotel I left his life forever.

I step back adjusting the towel and stammer. “Oh gosh. I’m so sorry” he says in that midwestern way. “I should let you get ready. I’ve got a thing anyway. Are you in town long? I’d love to catch up.” I nod. “A few weeks” I said then asked him where a good place to eat was and he directed me to a diner. As he walks away I watch thinking how hot he has gotten. Trevor was always hot. Even in high school. All the other cheerleaders were going after football stars and other athletes but I was always hooked on the farm boy down the street.

I get dried off and put on a pair of sweats and head down to the diner he mentioned. It was a short walk into town. The small town looked like something out of one of those Christmas movies you see on that network named after a greeting card company . A few building lining a two lane road with no traffic signals, the streetlights had wreaths hanging and strings of colored leds running between them. In the very center was a small park with a gazebo and a huge tree decorated for the holiday, and everything coated with just the right amount of snow. Not enough to be hard to shovel but enough to line the sidewalks. Hell even the cars seemed to be stuck in the past. I walk into the diner and it appears as if the whole town is there. I have my laptop with me hoping to get some work done but the only open spot I can find is at the counter. “What can I get for you?” The rugged voice of the man approaching asks.

“I thought you worked at the hotel?” I asked Trevor who is still in the flannel plaid shirt but with a gray apron over it. “Nah, I just help her out some.” He replies pouring me a coffee. “So are you helping here or is this where you work?” I asked with a smile. “This is my diner. I own this place.” He replies. Then an old lady at one of the tables calls his name and he tells me to just flag him down when I’m ready.

About an hour has passed and the diner has cleared out. I’m still at the counter sipping my third cup of coffee and typing away at my laptop still picking at the few chips left on my plate which has a few bites of my sandwich left when Trevor comes by to give me another refill. “Some things never change. In high school it was your nose buried in a book now it’s a lap top” he comments.

“Yeah work never ends. No rest for the wicked” I chuckle. He smiles and slowly closes it down. “Well maybe now is a good time to try” he comments. I. Just sit back and smile. “Sylvia Winters. The one that got away” he says setting the pot down. “So where the hell have you been? What happened to you all those years ago?” He asks. I sigh realizing I’m going to have to do what I never wanted to and face my past mistakes. “Honestly? I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to settle down and be a farmers wife. Even if that farmer was the hottest boy I knew.” he blushed and I continued. “I mean realistically we were only eighteen. I was off to the Ivy League and it probably wasn’t going to end well so I didn’t us both a favor.” He just fidgets silently. “I’m sorry that I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t know how. So I just left.

I told him the whole story. About going to Europe and staying in hostels, leaving out the revolving door of men I slept with that summer, how I went and got a law degree and now I am about to make partner at a very prestigious firm. I also didn’t mention Nigel. Why didn’t I mention Nigel. “What about you? I always assumed you were running your family’s farm. Not a diner owner. “

“That was the plan. But dad made a bad deal with a big fast food chain and one day they decided it would be cheaper to hire some big law firm and force him to seek for Pennie’s on the dollar. So he took the money bought Hollys BnB and this place for me and now I do this and every month take them back some money” it was so sad of a story. His family was always so nice to me. “Hey. I’m supposed to go back tonight. They would love to see you”

“I don’t know” I said. “I have an important meeting tomorrow.” It’s okay. I can have you back by then. It’s not that far. Besides. How long has it been since you’ve been home?” Prom night. I thought. I literally haven’t been home in almost twenty years. I want to tell him no but seeing him again. Smelling his scent brings back all of those feelings so I agree.

It’s weird being back here. Everything seems so small and old yet comfortable. His parents house looks exactly as I remember aside from the corporate logo on the giant metal building that stands where their barn used to. The house is separated from their old property with a giant fence littered with do not disturb signs. After greeting his parents and talking a few minutes we decide to head into town and walk around some of our old haunts. I feel like a teenager again walking with my guy. At one point he starts holding my hand. It all feels so perfect.

We get to the school and walk around. He checks the door and it’s unlocked so we go in. It’s so weird being back here. It all looks and smells the same. We make our way into the gymnasium “I wonder” he says then pulls on the small door leading to the storage area under the bleachers. We go in and walk a bit. “Still the same huh?” He asks and I nod. “Remember when we would come under here to make out?” I do remember and I nod. He leans down and kisses me softly. “For old times sake” I get swept up in the momet and return the kiss much more passionately. His large rugged hands exploring my flesh. In seemingly one motion he pulls my pants down lifts me onto his shoulders and pins me to the brick wall.

I stare out into the gym through the spaces between the bleachers whimpering and panting running my fingers through his hair as his tongue explores every inch of my soaking wet pussy. “God you taste so fucking good” he says as he pauses briefly before returning to work on me. It has been so long I forgot how good this feels. His beard making it even better. I know an orgasm is inevitable but I want it to take as long as it can. Unfortunately, my body has other plans. Within a few minutes I’m gripping the top of his head screaming in pleasure as my clit bounces between his lips.

Afterwards he lowers me down and immediately I drop to my knees. I begin to eagerly undo his belt and jeans. I’ve wanted this cock for so long and I was not disappointed. It’s nine inches long easily, hairy as fuck, and the fattest cock I’ve ever seen. I need two hands to hold it and bring it to my mouth. I lean down to suck his hairy balls and the tip is above my forehead. “Jesus” I pant then make my way to the tip. I take it down as far as I can before I gag then come back. I bob on it for a few minutes while he moans and groans my name then pushes me against the wall again and starts thrusting in fucking my eager mouth. It isn’t long before his monster starts twitching and spasming coating my tongue and throat with his thick hot goo. He pulls out quickly painting my face as I look up at him. He looks down panting. “That was a long time coming.” He says. I laugh. “Too long”

He drives me home shortly after that. The trip is quiet but we are holding hands just being in the moment. He walks me in and up to my room. “Are you coming in?” I ask seductively. A few minutes later and he is undressing me and laying me on my bed. He lines the head of his giant dick against my aching hole teasing me. “Fuck me trevor. Please” I pant out. He slowly enters me as I gasp and groan. He’s so thick and long I feel I’m being split in two. Once I adjust he is able to go faster and faster. I’ve never known a man who could last so long. We roll over and I get on top of him. I grip his thick hairy chest as I go up and down his shaft. Getting every inch inside. Neither of us attempting to be quiet. I’m so wet you can hear it squishing through the door. His hands haven’t left my breasts except when he leans up to use his mouth. “I’m gonna cum” he calls out. “Cum inside me” I beg. Seconds later as he groans my name I feel his cum squirting everywhere. This gives me another orgasm. One so big I fall off and pass out within minutes.

The next morning, before dawn, I’m woken to some movement. He is sitting on the side of the bed putting his shirt on. “Where are you going?” I ask. “Gotta open the diner” he says softly. “Will I see you again?” I ask sitting up exposing my breasts in the moonlight. He nods and says. “Definitely” then leaves.

We did see each other. Every day for the next week I would go to the diner. Before the sun would set he would be back inside me. I’ve never known such happiness such bliss. I’m sitting in the diner on Christmas Eve and we’re flirting and talking. “Hey. I hate to do this but can I ask you a favor?” I nod. He slides me a packet. “My aunt. She has this other business and well there’s a big company trying to do the same thing that happened to my dad. Using the same law firm. Can you look some stuff over and tell me how to help her before it’s too late?” I nod and tell him to bring it with him when he coms by later.

A few hours later we are laying in my bed post fuck. So soon after my walls are still in spasm when he hands me an envelope with some documents. I open it and my heart sinks. His aunt is the woman who has been avoiding me. The one I came to take her business. How do I tell him? That’s when the phone rings. It’s the sweet lady whose life I’m here to ruin telling me I have a visitor. I quickly get dressed and head down. “Nigel. What are you doing here?”

“I came to surprise you for the holiday love?” I walk up and give him a hug. “Where’s your ring?” He asks. “Oh I left it in the room. Come on let me show you the town” I say trying to usher him out the door before Trevor comes. He laughs. “Well I just got here can I put my bags away at least?”

“Sylvia. Everything okay” Trevor asks coming down the stairs in just his jeans still buttoning his shirt.

“Who’s this love?” Nigel asks. I stammer a bit. “I’m Trevor” he says holding out his hand. “And you are?” Nigel looks at me then him and says. “I’m Nigel. Sylvia’s fiance”

“Fiancé huh? Got it” Trevor says disappointed. “Well you two probably have some catching up to do. Sylvia just let me know if you can help with that problem” he starts towards the door.

“Your shoes mate” Nigel says. “Right.” Trevor replies going up and grabbing them. As he walks back. “Merry Christmas” and he storms out

“What an odd fellow” Nigel remarks. “What was all that about?” I just stare at the door. “It’s a long story” I say.

We get Nigel checked in and we are in his room as he unpacks. “How are things going with the bakery. Get the old bat to sign yet?” He asks. “Hmm? Oh no” I say. He changes the subject. “What a dreadfully boring town. No wonder you’ve barely texted. You must be near comatose.” He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I realize the truth.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry” I run out of his room. I grab the documents and rush to the diner. Trevor is there. “Tell her not to sign. There’s a clause in the contract. It’s hidden. Only a really good lawyer will see it. I made sure of that. Anyway. If she doesn’t sign this agreement. If she takes it to court they will lose. But you’ll need a great lawyer” I say. He looks at the paper then at me.

“What are you taking about. You’re a great lawyer. You take the case.” He states. “I can’t.” I say. “I’m the one who wrote this contract. I can’t take the case but I know someone who will.”

“Of course you did. So you didn’t get enough of screwing me the old fashioned way so you decide to screw me legally too?” He asks obviously hurt.

“It’s not like that. I didn’t know about you. I didn’t know who she was. I was just trying to do my job. To make money” “and now?” He asks

“Well now I don’t want money. I want you” I say with a smile.

“What about Nigel?”

“He’s never made me feel the way you do. Not once. Not ever. Just a few weeks ago I was sitting there trying to convince myself I could live with just his cock forever”

“And now?”

“Now I know I can’t live without yours.”

He smiles and goes and locks the door. Then come back to me and takes his huge cock out “and you’ll never have to” he pushes me to my knees. I lean up and open my mouth dipping his giant member into my throat slowly his hand gripping my hair. As he starts to grow I know that no amount of money or power could ever compare to the feeling of getting fucked by this man every night for the rest of my life.