Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... another.

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Richard checked the address once more on the piece of paper that Cam had written it on for him. This was the right place according to the mailbox by the road. He checked himself in his rearview mirror once again to make sure he looked presentable. Just a little nervous, are you? He thought to himself and grinned at his reflection.

After speaking with Cam earlier that day, and changing his plans, Richard had returned home and changed his clothes into something a little more presentable. Worn and dirty work clothes would not have been a good first impression he thought, even if he had been one of the people who had rescued the girls from the teetering car that night. The thought of getting to see Trina again, and those big blue eyes, had him almost giddy as a teenager on a first date.

After turning into the driveway and finally parking his truck near the back porch beside another pickup truck, Richard took a deep breath to steel himself and got out. He reached back into the truck to get another bouquet of flowers that he had picked up on the way here before closing the door.

Having heard the tires of Richard’s truck crunching on the gravel of the driveway, Walter was at the screen door to see Richard get out of the truck and walk towards the porch. To say that he was skeptical and more than a little curious as to who this younger man was would be an understatement. Walt pushed the screen door open and stepped out to greet this stranger. ...

... Walt was not an imposing figure in most anyone’s book but he was two steps higher up being on the porch while Richard, as tall as he was, was still on the ground before the porch… therefore looking up to Walter.

“Hello there.” Richard offered in a kindly if uncertain voice.

“Hello to yourself… Can I help you with something?” Walter responded with his hands on his hips in an unconscious blocking stance.

“You don’t know me, we’ve not had a chance to meet yet…until now. I met your Trina at the Wilding. We danced a while but she had to come home and left. I never even thought to ask her for her phone number.” Richard began a little sheepishly, figuring that Walter must be her father and, well… how does one tell a girl’s father how enamored you are of his daughter?

“Is that so?” Walter asked with one raised eyebrow and a still stern expression on his face.

“Y… Yeah. I was driving home that night and I came upon an accident that had happened on the bridge over the lake. It turned out that it was your daughter’s car…” Richard began to explain but the look on Walter’s face made him falter.

“YOU!” Walter blurted out as his whole demeanor changed from guarded skepticism to one of thankful welcomeness.

“You saved my baby girl’s life!” Walt exclaimed as he began stepping down the porch steps to extend his hand to Richards to shake.

He didn’t just shake Rich’s hand, he pumped it enthusiastically with both hands before pulling him in and giving him a rough “man hug” ...