Free Flint by Fran Lee

in her own thoughts, Lily didn't hear Dora's question. Blinking, she glanced up into the now kindly eyes, and stuttered an apology for not paying attention.
    "I asked if you wanted pie, honey. You were a million miles away."
    "Oh! Um...I don't think I could hold another bite. Your supper was absolutely delicious, Dora. I'm as full as a tick." She looked down at her barely-touched plate and realized what a poor liar she was. She quickly shoveled a bite of tender roast into her mouth and made appropriate noises of enjoyment.
    When she lifted her eyes to Flint's face, his eyes were nearly black again. Curley's deep chuckle brought hot color to her cheeks as the man accepted a big slice of peach pie from Dora's hands. "I'll sure have a piece, Dora. And maybe a second of that cherry over there. Never can get enough of your pie."
    Lily managed to finish her plate before getting up to help clear the table and wash the dishes, but Dora insisted she go on out to the porch with Flint, and let her and Curley do the cleanup. "You don't want to get that pretty dress messed up, do you? You've had a full day, honey. You go keep Flint company awhile. He could use the sight of a pretty gal right about now. All he ever gets to see is me." Her smile was warm as she took the apron out of Lily's hands and shooed her out of the kitchen.
    Curley smacked Dora on the butt and leaned in close to whisper something in her ear, and the woman batted at him with her hands and laughed. "I'm way too damned old for you, Curley! Now keep your paws to yourself and help me get these dishes washed."
     
    Flint was sitting in the big porch swing, but he rose to his feet when she stepped out of the house. He hadn't turned on the porch light because it attracted way too many moths and mosquitoes. She hesitated, apparently feeling suddenly shy. His eyes slid over her slim silhouette in the light from the house. That filmy soft skirt let the light shine right through, and his cock rose to greet the vision.
    "Come sit with me?" His voice sounded rough even to him.
    She wrapped her arms around her chest and turned to approach him.
    "You chilled, sweet thing? I can warm you..." He reached out and drew her trembling form against him, fighting the sudden need to get that lovely piece of clothing out from between them. Her body melted against his and he heard her soft sigh of surrender as she slipped her arms around his waist.
    He led her to the swing that his grandfather had made for his grandmother, and he sank onto the warm well-worn oak. He pulled her down onto his lap, and savored the feel of her fine little ass pressed over his hungry cock. She stiffened a little as she felt it beneath her, and he pressed her head to his shoulder to keep her from bolting.
    "I'm as eager as you are, love. But I'm plannin' to take my sweet time with you. Don't change your mind on me...I don't think I could take that." His lips moved against her soft hair as he closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet, female scent.
    God, but he needed her.
     
    Lily shivered as he moved his lean hands over her waist and hips, and her body responded wickedly to his touch. Warm moisture wet her new lace and satin panties as his big hands brushed over her skirt and slipped beneath it to move sensuously up her thigh to the top of her silky stocking. She heard him inhale deeply, and his body tightened as his fingers moved gently into the vee of her legs to caress and massage her swollen mound.
    "Damn, woman...you don't know what you're doin' to me. Let me touch you?"  His voice shook with his excitement, and Lily knew she would deny him nothing. She let her thighs drop open a bit, hearing his hum of approval as long fingers traced her wet undies to the place over her pulsing clit. "Ah...fuck..." his rasp of need left her pulses throbbing. "I have to feel you, darlin'...open more for me..."
    Instantly his digits slipped under her panties, and she gasped and arched as she felt them trace her wet, swollen slit,