“I’m not. Instead, I have to go to Prescott and then Wickenburg.”
“Never heard of them places.”
“They’re both in central Arizona.”
“Arizona!” Dolly made a face as if she’d bitten into a lemon. “That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“My vacation has been put on hold,” Longarm explained. “I’m going to Arizona to help a friend and to capture an outlaw named Hank Bass. I’m told that he’s a pretty bad character.”
“What about New Orleans?”
“It will have to wait.”
“I wouldn’t want to go to Arizona this time of year.” Dolly shook her head back and forth. “No sir! Why, it’d be hotter than hell already.”
“That’s right.” Longarm kissed her lips, then whispered, “Maybe I’ll take you to New Orleans next year.”
“You mean it?!”
“No promises, but I’ll give it a lot of thought. Have you ever been to the famous French Quarter?”
“No, what is it?”
“It’s beautiful,” Longarm replied, steering Dolly toward her bedroom. “Lots of old buildings, flowers, wonderful food, music, and people dancing in the street. It’s party time all year around in New Orleans’s French Quarter, and it’s just the kind of place you would love. As pretty as you are, Dolly, you’d be the belle of the ball.”
Dolly cooed happily and didn’t even seem to notice when Longarm gently pushed her down on the bed. She closed her eyes and said, “It’d be fun to see something other than Denver. I never been so far from here, you know. Just been to Pike’s Peak and a couple of those crummy mining towns up in the Rockies. I envy you for getting paid to go everywhere.”
Longarm removed her bra then buried his face in her breasts and began to lick her nipples until they stood at attention.
“Like that?” he asked.
“I’d like to travel,” Dolly said dreamily. “Go with you to nice places. Not like that Wickenburg, which sounds pretty awful. But to St. Louis and all those fun places.”
“This is about to become a ‘fun’ place right here in your bedroom, Dolly.”
She sighed and pressed his face between her creamy mounds of flesh. Longarm felt her body shiver with the first stirrings of passion, but she was fighting hard to keep to the subject of travel.
“I guess I’d go with you to Wickenburg even,” she breathed, hands starting to rub his backside. “I mean, if they had a nice hotel where we could make love all the time and a couple of decent places to eat. Do you think that they do, Custis?”
“Huh?”
“In Wickenburg. Do you think they have a nice hotel and eating places? If they do, I’d go there, I guess.”
Longarm glanced up at her young, serene face. “No, darling, it’s a rough town and you’d hate it.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I guess I would. But I’ll miss you so much.”
“Me too,” Longarm replied as his hand slipped down and began to ease off her underpants. A few moments later, he jumped to his feet and tore off his own clothes.
“What about that special dinner?” Dolly asked, spreading her legs and giving him a coy smile.
“Just like New Orleans, it’ll wait for us.”
“Then you will take me?”
Longarm gulped and nodded, then he slipped his hands under Dolly’s bottom and lifted her, at the same time plunging his big rod into her warm and wet honey pot.
“Ohhh,” Dolly groaned as she wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist and began to slowly drive him insane, “this is a little like having dessert before the main dinner course, isn’t it?”
Longarm supposed it was. He raised up on his arms and stared down at Dolly, noting how her lips parted and her luscious breasts began to jiggle, keeping time with his vigorous thrusts.
“Can we go soon?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he grunted before lowering his face back into the mounds of her breasts, “we’re going real soon.”
“Good,” Dolly softly moaned, hips moving faster and fingernails starting to dig into his back as her own passion increased. “Oh, good!”
Longarm liked this beautiful young woman. Dolly was no genius and she wasn’t very sophisticated, but she was clean, honest, and uncomplicated. She didn’t ask for much and worked hard at a popular dress shop where she was at her best. It was Dolly’s dream to save up enough money to buy her own dress shop, and Longarm had no doubt that someday she’d do it and be extremely successful. On top of that, Dolly was funny and passionate. And a lot of fun to be with, especially in bed.
“Oh, Custis! I’ll go anywhere with you! Take me to Wickenburg!”
“Can’t,” Longarm grunted between clenched teeth as the fever in him turned to a fire and he felt himself coming to a thundering climax. “Can’t do it!”
Dolly’s head began to roll back and forth on the pillow, and their bodies started to lunge at each other as if locked in mortal combat. Longarm raised his head, lips finding her lips as the fire in his testicles spewed like lava through his rod and he began to fill Dolly with great spurts of his hot seed. She cried out with pleasure and
