Tow-Away Stowaway

~~~ Chapter notes ~~~

I do not dig wells for a living. Most of the "technical" portion of that part of this story is my loose understanding of how the whole process works. I might be completely off-base. This is fiction. I try to make this as realistic as possible but my goal is to tell a story about interactions between characters - not write a how-to guide for digging a well.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Lydia and I got up, got dressed and headed to Kennett for breakfast. There was nothing in the cooler to prepare and neither of us were in the mood for toaster pastries.

When we walked in the door, Annie smiled - and then blushed and turned away. She had once again mastered her facial expressions by the time she got to the table.

"Milk, eggs, toast, and bacon," I told her.

"Pancakes instead of toast," Lydia said.

"You two are easy," Annie replied.

Lydia pinched the side of her leg and teased, "Only for you..."

Annie gasped, blushed, and raced off.

"Be nice," I warned the blonde.

"She loves it," Lydia informed me. "She misses hanging out with her friends and gave me permission to give her a hard time whenever I wanted."

"If you're sure...," I replied.

"You watch," Lydia promised. "She'll give me shit right back."

I stayed quiet after that. The two of them were definitely more tactile with each other than anybody else was - with them - or them with the others. A couple times, I caught the flaxen-haired waitress looking at me. Then she'd smirk and - true to Lydia's words - do (or whisper) something to my companion. Most of the time, their little conversations were low enough that I couldn't hear them. As long as it didn't seem to be bugging the other customers, I decided to let it go.

Annie brought out our food and delivered it with a smile.

"Anything else I can get you?" she asked.

"Looks good, hun," I said. "Thank you."

"No problem, Mr. Simms," she said.

"How about you, Pop Tart?" she asked Lydia.

Lydia chuckled and said, "I'm good, Annie. Thank you."

"No probs," she said, before disappearing into the kitchen.

We left the restaurant about an hour after we had arrived. There was no delivery truck at Melba's so we headed home.

I switched clothes and then took the panels off of the back porch to make stacking the firewood easier. I grabbed the wheelbarrow and headed off for the woods. I got there only to realize that I didn't have the saw. I turned to find Lydia bringing it.

"You want to try it?" I asked.

"I think not," she said. "It scares me to death when YOU use it. I'd be so nervous that I'd lose my grip and chop my leg off."

"Okay," I said. "Let me do one thing with you, though, so I know that you know how to handle it. Then I'll let you manage the barrow."

I stepped behind her, reached around, walked her through all of the preliminary steps before pulling the starting-cord, and then gave it a yank.

"Try it," I told her.

She pulled twice. It sputtered but wouldn't go.

"This is a pain in the ass...," she complained.

"It is," I agreed, "but it makes cutting wood so much easier. I'll let you try your hand with a bowsaw sometime."

"Is that the one that looks like a bow?"

I laughed and nodded.

"I helped Grams cut limbs off of her peach tree once with one," she informed me. "That was... awful. I sweat so badly. I had bugs on me. I had sawdust down my shorts. I cut myself twice - and I only managed to cut two small branches off before I couldn't even move my arm anymore!"

"Exactly," I said. "We're not pioneers. We're not made for that shit."

She grabbed the pull-handle and yanked again. The second time, it sputtered and almost started. The third time it went. I eased the choke back and - after it had run a moment - turned it off completely - telling her what I was doing and why.

I set up a log and stepped behind her.

"I thought I was done...," she groused.

I laughed and pinched her butt. She giggled and bumped it against my crotch. She giggled again when I growled at her.

"Do a good job and I'll suck your pussy," I promised.

"You will anyway," she predicted.

"Probably," I agreed.

I lined her up on the log, explained about how to help avoid having it kick-back. I told her what protections were already built into the saw and how to use those to her advantage.

"That's a lot," she complained.

She looked at my face.

"Alright, alright,...," she groaned.

I helped her with the first cut and then stepped around the piece I wanted her to practice on, steadied the log, and had her do a half-dozen more. When she finished, she hit the brake to stop the chain and stood, waiting for me to take the saw.

I stepped over, pulled her chin up, and kissed her on the lips. She moaned and kissed me back. I gave her another peck and then took the saw from her.

She started grabbing logs to throw in the wheelbarrow and I got to cutting. We worked through lunch with only a water break. We each chewed on a granola bar. By the time we wrapped up for the day - a little earlier than normal - the back porch was stacked high.

We secured the panels around the porch, cleaned the saw up, rolled the barrow under the wood-shelter to stay out of the rain, brushed the sawdust off of our clothes, and then headed inside.

"You sucking my pussy now - or you gonna make Melba listen to us?"

Deciding that her question meant that she was horny, I dropped to my knees, tugged down her shorts and then ogled her pink cotton panties. She giggled. I looked up into her eyes, pressed my lips to the cloth that covered her labia, and nibbled her.

She moaned and threw her hands to my head. She pulled my hair and tugged my face harder against her sex. I reached up, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, slid a finger in her pussy, and licked her slit. When I got to the top of her slender cleft, I flicked her nubbin with the tip of my tongue. She jumped. I licked it and then went back to licking her slit as I slid a finger in and out of her grasping channel.

"I need something bigger, Mr. Simms," she begged, "but I want to suck you while you eat me first."

My cock was instantly at attention. I stood and we worked to get each other naked. We kissed as we moved to the mattress. She lay on her back. I crawled over her to get my mouth on her sex. She grabbed my cock and brought it to her lips. As I buried my face in her snatch, she sucked my cock into her mouth and halfway down her throat.

I cursed, loudly. She giggled and sucked harder. I started to return to my task and she sucked a lot harder - and then swallowed - and my penis wedged into her esophagus.

"Fuck, Lydia!" I gasped.

I'd heard of such a thing - but had never experienced it. The lusty little blonde sucked and swallowed and I thought my skull was going to explode. I groaned and simply endured. I clenched my fists and hissed. Every muscle in my body tensed as she dragged me - forcefully - to the precipice - and then I tumbled into freefall. My balls exploded and Lydia gasped and began swallowing faster. I looked down between our bodies and watched the little minx sucking down my jizz as fast as possible.

When I finished, I felt weak. I rolled to my back and held my face in my hands, trying to recover. Her face appeared above mine - a smile spread across it.

"You liked it?" she asked, seductively.

"You just about killed me!" I complained.

She giggled and kissed me. I pulled her down on top of me and hugged her small slender body to my own. I gripped and groped her butt and kissed her again and again. After several minutes of that, I just relaxed and tried to finish recovering.

"You still owe me an orgasm," she teased.

"I'm not sure I can move," I told her. "You're welcome to ride my face."

Apparently, that was what she wanted to hear. She mounted my mouth and looked down at me as I gobbled her goodies. She scooted her butt back and brought her clitoris to my lips. I licked, nibbled, flicked, and sucked it. She squirmed until she could endure it no longer and then slid up to have me eat her pussy a little more. She came twice before she let me stop. The first time she came was bouncing her cunny up and down on my tongue. The second time was while I sucked on her clitoris. She squealed and then screamed.

When she had recovered, she lay on top of me again and made out with me. I feasted on her lips and molested her taut ass a bit more. We lay together and recovered.

I glanced at my phone. We were already late to meet with Melba.

"We need to get moving," I told her.

We got up, got dressed, and headed to Kennett.

Melba looked back and forth between us as we walked under the shaded patio.

"Rough workout?" she asked, grinning.

Lydia grinned evilly and said, "He's sleeping with you tonight - I'm worn out."

"Oh, ho, ho!" Melba cackled. "I think not!"

Melba decided that she was helping us fix dinner. She had picked meatloaf, real mashed potatoes, and green beans. I asked where the rice was and I thought Melba was going to lose her shit.

"Do you NOT use rice, then?" I asked her.

"Who the fuck puts rice in meatloaf?" she asked in reply.

I pulled up a recipe website and showed her the list.

"Fuck me," she said. "Are you serious?"

"Do you have any?"

"Somewhere...," she said. "Is it actually any good?"

"Honestly," I told her, "I couldn't tell the difference the first time I tried it. I've never had them side-by-side."

"If we don't like it, you're sucking our pussies," Lydia said.

Melba started to say something and then just kind of turned the color of a tomato. I dug around in the pantry for the bag of rice while she recovered - out on the patio. Lydia went to check on her when she didn't return within a few minutes. They both had tears in their eyes and were still chuckling when they came back inside.

"You okay?" I asked the store-owner.

"You two definitely add a little spice to my life," she replied, grinning.

I hugged an arm around her and said, "If you were okay with it, I would totally suck your pussy."

"Dammit, Lee!" she yelled.

She collapsed to the floor, laughing. I gave her a moment to recover and then pulled her up, hugged her, and kissed her on the temple. She kissed the corner of my mouth and used her hands to dry her tears.

"Just for the record," she said. "If I were going to have ANYBODY suck my pussy - which I am definitely not - you would be the first on my list."

"I'm honored," I said.

"You two are fucking crazy!" Melba complained. "How long does that shit take to cook?"

"Same as with crackers," I replied.

"If this tastes like shit, I get to kick your ass," she growled.

"No worries," I said confidently.

We sat at her little kitchen table and played Uno while the potatoes boiled. When they were ready, the three of us worked together to get butter, sour cream, and some salt and pepper worked through the whole big bowl.

"Do you think we made enough?" Lydia said, grinning.

"Five pounds had BETTER be enough," Melba replied, laughing.

"Bet we eat them all," I argued.

"Probably," she agreed. "Love me some fuckin' mashed potatoes - especially with sour cream mixed in."

"That's a first for me," I told her.

"No shit?!"

I nodded.

"You try them?"

I nodded again.

"And?" she asked.

"Meh..."

She laughed and said, "I'll kick your ass..."

"No," I replied, grinning at her. "They're good. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that already... My wife and I used to add cheese once in a while but I didn't care for that much. This just seems to make them creamier and richer."

It was her turn to nod. I glanced at Lydia.

"Grandma added sour cream," she said. "We never had any at home."

"You miss your mom?" I asked her.

"Nope," she replied. "No fucking drama with you. Work hard, play hard, and fuck hard - but no drama."

"I'm happy for you, baby girl," Melba told her.

"Thanks - me too. I think about her, you know. I wonder if she's doing okay - but I don't miss her."

Melba stood, walked over and hugged Lydia.

"Anytime you need me, just come knocking," Melba told her.

"Thanks, sweet lady," Lydia answered.

"What the fuck did I do with myself before you two rolled into town? You've been here, what, like two weeks or something?"

"Three?" I asked.

"No clue," Lydia answered. "Perfectly happy here. Gonna drain Lee's balls every fucking night once he builds this house for me."

"Don't you already do that?" Melba asked, snickering.

"Well... yeah... I guess I do," Lydia replied, grinning.

She looked at me and grinned more broadly.

"I love you, my little princess," I said.

"I love you too, Mr. Simms," she replied. "Do we have time to go ahead and shower? I think I have sawdust in a bad place."

"Didn't you two already have sex?" Melba asked.

"It's not in my good place - it's in my bad place," Lydia said, giving her a disgusted look.

Melba and I started laughing.

"Yeah," I told Lydia, "if we hurry, we probably have time to shower now."

"I'll start the beans," Melba said.

"I thought we were supposed to cook for you?" I objected.

"Po-TAY-toe, po-TAH-toe," she answered, smiling

I stood and Lydia took my hand. We grabbed our backpacks, went to the bedroom that Melba always let us use, pulled out our clean clothes, and headed for the bathroom.

A half-hour later, we were clean. We came back into the kitchen to find Melba pulling the meatloaf out. I ordered her to sit and I plated up the food. Lydia filled the glasses with tea. I sat down and waited for the girls to try it.

"It just came out of the oven...," I reminded them.

"Thanks, mom," Lydia said sarcastically.

Melba snickered.

She cut into the meatloaf and I watched her face as she looked at the rice in the loaf. She cut a small bite, blew on it like crazy and then took a bite. She scrunched her nose and chewed - and then swallowed.

"You just put ketchup on it - like normal?" she asked.

"Yup," I answered.

"You're right, I really can't tell the difference. That's bizarre."

I glanced at Lydia.

"It's chewier," she complained.

"You're so full of shit...," I told her.

She grinned and shook her head.

"Yeah, I can't really tell a difference either. Pass the ketchup."

I finished my first slice and stood to get everybody more meatloaf and another scoop of potatoes. I ladled brown gravy onto the mashed potatoes until they ordered me to stop.

"The potatoes are amazing," I told Melba. "Thanks for showing me that."

"I guess I need to thank you for the rice idea," she said. "Doctor told me to cut breads - not that grains are much better - but he didn't bark to me about those - so fuck him."

We finished our plates and then sat there, holding our stomachs, complaining that we'd eaten too much. We got everything packed up - with leftovers for each of us to take home (or leave for Melba) and then we refilled our teas and moved to the patio.

We sat and relaxed - and chatted a bit - until the mosquitos got too bad.

"Take that generator home with you in the morning," Melba said.

"Okay," I answered, holding the door.

The two of them slipped inside and then I followed. I closed the door, threw the deadbolt, and followed Lydia to our bedroom.

She lay in the middle of the mattress and I climbed on top of her. I pressed my lips to hers and made love to her until she came. After that, she wrapped an arm around my neck, wrapped her hand around my cock, and milked my penis - rubbing it all over her vulva until I exploded - making a mess of her. I collapsed to the mattress and she cleaned herself up with her fingers and sucked down all of my gooey spend.

She lay herself against my side, lay her face on my chest, covered us up, and closed her eyes. She was snoring softly in seconds and I slipped off to sleep a moment later.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

"I saw a utility-marking truck head north a moment ago," Melba said when I walked into the store. "Keep an eye out when you go home. Mind you, just because they mark it - that doesn't mean that it still won't be two weeks before the contractors show up to do any work..."

I gave her a side hug and kissed her temple. Lydia gave her a real hug - along with cheek-kisses.

"You get your leftovers?" she asked.

"Yup," Lydia answered.

I handed my pack to my little blonde lover and grabbed the dolly that Melba had sitting beside the box that the generator came in. I nodded my thanks to her and she grinned. Lydia held the door and I carted the box out to the truck. I returned the cart and then sidled up to the big box to lift it. Lydia was at the other end.

"How heavy is this?" she asked.

"Sofa," I said.

"Kay," she replied.

We leaned the box to the north, got one set of fingers under it, leaned it south, and got the other. We lifted together and it was soon in the truck.

"Breakfast?" Lydia asked.

"Can we just do a Danish?" I countered.

"Yup," she answered.

I handed her a twenty. She checked for traffic and then ran over to Sue's to get us something to eat and drink. She quickly returned with two sweets and two little plastic bottles of milk. I downed my milk and gobbled my pastry and then jumped into the truck.

When she didn't immediately climb in, I got back out and walked around to open her door. She giggled, kissed me, and climbed in. I swatted her on the ass and she squealed. I shut the door and went back around to climb behind the wheel.

"Sorry, Babygirl," I told her. "I forgot."

"I'll forgive you this time," she said, grinning. "You've spoiled me..."

"You deserve to be spoiled," I answered. "I forgot for a moment that I had a sex-crazy gorgeous little cocksucker tagging along with me. It won't happen again."

"I love you, Mr. Simms," she cooed.

"I love you too, little miss," I replied.

I started the truck and headed us for home. As we turned onto Harper's Lane, I saw fluorescent red lines painted where the utilities were buried.

"That's good, right?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Melba said not to get too excited - but this means we're that much closer to having electricity. Harold - the well guy - is coming today. It'll be nice to be able to tell him that power will be coming soon and we can talk about getting a pump installed."

"They run water pipes from the well to the cabin?"

"Yeah. I'm really hoping that Harold tells me that the well is strong enough to supply more than just the cabin - but I guess we'll have to see... It would make legal issues more complicated but it would make digging wells a little easier. Maybe I should just walk him to the plot we plan to build on and see what he thinks about sinking another well there. That's probably the right approach."

"Is there anything that I can learn by being here or could I go hang out with Annie and Sue?" Lydia asked.

I slowed the truck to a stop, dropped it into reverse, and cranked the wheel. Once we were sideways, I turned the wheel the other direction and headed back to town.

"There is a modest amount that you could learn," I told her. "I have no problem with you hanging out with Annie - but make sure that Sue stays happy. If those two are busy and you're in the way, go help Ted or Melba - or just go watch the chickens."

Lydia took my fingers and squeezed them.

"I have no clue when Harold's coming and it could be pretty boring," I admitted. "You'll have a lot better time in town."

"I promise to spoil you tonight," she said.

"Honey, before you came along, I... I honestly don't remember what I was living for. You are a delight. You spoil me every single time you smile."

"I like watching your face when I smile with your penis in my mouth," she said, giggling.

"I... uh... like that a lot too," I said, grinning like an idiot - which was how I felt.

I pulled up to Sue's, Lydia unhooked her belt, leaned across the console, and kissed me on the lips. She grinned at me, opened the door, and bailed out.