Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... shirt seemed to brighten and fade because of the lights overhead. She saw the sad look on his face as he too watched the dancers. Then… her heart skipped a beat. That face! Tom!

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Cam had leaned back against the gate post and crossed his arms over his chest. There weren’t nearly as many people coming into the fairgrounds now. There were many more who were leaving however. Mostly families with younger children. Most were happy but tired, but there were of course a few children who let it be known that they were not happy about leaving just yet. Cranky and crying their displeasure every step of the way. Cam just smiled at the weary parents herding their little ones towards their parked vehicles.

Empty cups and popcorn boxes, used napkins and all manner of other refuse quickly filled and began to overflow the garbage barrels strategically placed near the gates. The overhead street lights created a small oasis of light that attracted as many flying insects as perhaps the garbage cans. Every once in a while, Cam would see the flittering flight of a bat swoop down out of the dark and grab a moth in the light.

He happened to be looking up at one such instance when he felt a nudge at his elbow that startled him for a moment. Snapping his attention back down to the ground level he saw that it was his nightly nemesis, or pain in the ass mostly, Betty.

She wasn’t in uniform tonight, not that it mattered, she would look pretty much the same in anything she ...

... might wear really, or so Cam thought silently. Her half-lensed cats eye glasses with the beaded chain sat on her nose as always. There was the ever-present cigarette dangling from one corner of her mouth. A mouth that was smiling that all too familiar smirk.

“How you holding up, Pup?” Betty groused in her rough smoker’s gravelly voice.

“Oh… Just swell, Betty. Did you have fun tonight?” Cam asked politely, trying to ignore her jibes knowing she was just trying to get a rise out of him.

“As a matter of fact, I did. I came with my son and daughter in law and their brood.” Betty said with a raised eyebrow tilting her head ever so slightly to one side.

“Brood? Wouldn’t that make them your grandchildren?” Cam asked with a growing smile, knowing he had finally made a dent in her seemingly thick skin.

“Don’t you dare call me Granny! Pup!” She said with her brows knitted and a stern look in her eyes and warning in her voice.

“Well, a pup wouldn’t know not to.” Cam quipped with a knowing wink and chuckled silently to himself…inside.

Betty straightened up to her full height, of maybe five foot three and huffed before taking a long breath and sighing. The sigh turned into a wheezing smoker’s cough towards the end however. After she took another breath, she reached out and put a bag of popcorn into one of Cam’s hands, then offered a paper cup with a lid and a straw in it to his other hand. She studied his face and let one eyebrow rise up questioningly.

Cam wasn’t sure ...