Babs rolled over and pushed at the hairy bare ass in her bed with one dainty foot.
"Time to go," she said as she stretched and fluffed her hair on the pillow behind her.
"What?" came the sleepy reply.
She planted both feet on the marvelously shaped male behind and pushed hard enough to shove him off the bed.
"I said, time to go."
He hit the floor and came up cursing. His wonderful cock hung at rest against his thigh, and Babs considered the idea of one more romp before she kicked him out. Then he opened his mouth.
"What the hell are you talking about, woman?"
Babs narrowed her gaze. "Listen, Bubba--"
"My name ain't Bubba. It's Bobby Joe," he said as he reached down to scratch his rather large balls.
"Mmmm, okay, Bobby Joe, I said it was time to go. Get dressed and hit the road." Babs swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood.
Bobby Joe's hungry eyes skimmed over her breasts and shaved pussy. His cock twitched to life between his legs, and she could see him contemplating whether to jump her bones again.
No way, José.
Babs grabbed her pink satin robe and slipped it on. His eyes dimmed a bit, and she regained control of the situation.
"You're kicking me out?" he asked with a look of disbelief on his handsome face.
She smiled and patted his cheek. "No, darlin', I'm just saying good night. Get yourself dressed and I'll walk you to the door."
She padded to the bathroom while he fumbled around with his clothes. After she peed, she washed up with a warm washcloth. As she was rinsing it out, Bobby Joe walked into the bathroom and headed for the toilet.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Not unless you can take a leak for me," he said with a husky chuckle.
She threw the washcloth into the sink and turned toward him. Bracketing her hip with one hand, she walked toward the door.
"Next time, knock, Bubba."
She heard him shout that wasn't his name as she walked through the bedroom and out into the hallway. The cold marble floor in the foyer made her yelp and walk on her tiptoes to the door. With barely concealed impatience, she waited for the Neanderthal who had just been between her legs. Babs just wanted him gone. Immediately. Without any of the bullshit.
He sauntered out a minute later, still buckling his enormous rodeo buckle, and Babs remembered why she'd picked him up at the bar. He was incredible to look at. Too bad he was all icing and no cake.
"You know, you're a bit long in the tooth for me, but I have to say, you were pretty hot," he said as he grabbed her and slammed her against his chest.
"I'm thirty-two years old, genius, not an old hag," she said as her pride smarted from the backhanded insult.
He nuzzled her neck and Babs sighed. Nothing. It was always the same. One roll between the sheets that was hotter than hell, and then it was gone. Poof. Like a magic trick gone wrong.
"Can I see you again?" came his muffled voice from somewhere near her collarbone.
"I'm sure I'll see you down at the Deuce again, darlin'."
He squeezed her ass and her breasts before he let her go. "You bet, doll face."
Babs barely controlled herself from rolling her eyes. His I.Q. was probably the same size as his dick. At least it was in double digits.
After she finally got him out the door, she locked it behind him and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch her breath. She stared at the small Van Gogh that hung above the hall table until she felt better.
Babs headed for her bedroom, a cigarette, and a shower. And maybe a shot of Wild Turkey before bed. Tomorrow morning was her bowling league, and she wanted to get some sleep.
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