Buck hid a grin. Lee was staring at his ass. He could feel her eyes on him. Her incredible green eyes. She was a surprise, a big one. He had expected an older woman, not a young hottie with gorgeous tits and a beautiful smile. She was probably in her late twenties and no wedding ring. He was happy to see that.
He had driven down from Wichita Falls the day before. It was a long drive, but he liked to play country music really loud and sing while he drove, so it hadn't seemed tedious. Who cared if he sang like a busted bell? No one was there to hear him. There was never anyone. Oh, he had dates, but nothing long-term. He'd never found anyone he wanted to be have a permanent relationship with. He was a carpenter, and most hot women didn't like a man with rough hands and the sweet scent of hard-earned sweat.
Buck was a working man and wouldn't settle for a woman who wanted to ride his back all the time. He wanted a woman as tough as he was, who liked the same things he did, and didn't look down on him because of who and what he was.
He'd been bowling as long as he could remember. Every year, he drove to The Perfect Score Tournament. Probably because it was the only Texas tournament and he was a proud born-and-bred Texan. He never won much of anything, and he hoped to one day actually bowl a three hundred game and snag that ten thousand dollar prize. His average hovered at around two hundred ten, but he'd bowled a three hundred. He just had to do it in the tournament and get that chunk of change so he could finish his house.
It sat half-built with a huge blue tarp over the roof. As he got money, he added more onto it. Maybe by the time he was fifty, in twenty years, he would finish it, he thought sourly. That ten grand would be a sweet pot to bring home.
Speaking of sweet pots, Lee was bending over the ball return and the view of her ass was sweet indeed. It looked pretty damn good in those jeans. An ass you could hang on to--not one that would break if you pulled too hard. Just the thought of having his hands wrapped around those hips made his cock twitch. He knew she was attracted to him. The second they made eye contact, her nipples waved hello.
"Where are you from, Lee?"
"What? Oh, right here in Espejo." She waved one hand by her flushed cheeks and perched the other on one of those hips.
"Local, eh? Y'all have anything fun to do on Friday night?"
"There's a few bars hereabouts. One karaoke. You interested in that?" She held her right hand over the forced air on the ball return, apparently trying to dry it out. He felt a little hot himself.
"I can't sing worth a damn, but that sounds like fun. Care to join me?"
She froze like a deer in headlights. Her mouth opened slightly, and Buck noticed her lips were a nice deep shade of pink. He thought about nibbling on them and how sweet she'd probably taste.
"You're asking me?"
"Yep, you." He smiled at her flustered expression.
"Oh, well, okay. Sure. Maybe we could get a bite to eat first after we practice?"
Buck couldn't be more pleased. Lee was a nice-looking woman. They'd rub along well together.
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