***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 5*** Jerry stood up in the th..

***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 5*** Jerry stood up in the thigh-deep creek, water dripping from his clothes. “Kitty, do you know what you did? Messin’ up a man’s truck is like starting a war, girl—world war three!” He pulled his shirt that was stuck against his torso. It only slapped back into place against him. A curvaceous form appeared on the creek’s bank. “Ready for a world war? I don’t think you can handle me.” “Kitty, Kitty,” he said as he sloshed through the water to the bank. “I am so ready. Ready for anything and everything. You messed with my pickup.” He climbed out of the creek, and Kitty squealed. She dashed away like she had before. He gave a controlled warning. “Kitty, stop. Better come here.” She paused in her stride but didn’t turn. A hint of rebellion in her pause. “What did I just say, Kitty?” Jerry stared at her moonlight form. She turned to him. He noticed she was wearing her flannel shirt again. “Come here,” he said firmly when she didn’t move. He repeated his command and pointed to his feet. “Get over here.” She took small, cautious steps, like a daughter who knew she would be spanked when within her father’s reach. The chopped corn stalks crackled under her cowboy boots with each step, getting closer to Jerry. When close, he swiftly snatched her in a bear grip. In a tussle, he soon pulled her next to him and under his soaking wet shirt. She squealed while he loosed a laugh of a mad hatter. “Ew yuck! You’re soakin’ wet!” she shouted and tried to wriggle free. “You’re not getting free. You’re gonna get cold and wet too.” He kept her trapped under his shirt and bear-hugged her so she could not escape. But he released his hug immediately when he felt a nip on his tightened nipple. “Quit that,” he said, backing away from her, only to hear his shirt stretch. She escaped from under his shirt but could not get away. Jerry grabbed her arm and, in a moment, hoisted her over his shoulder, her ass pointing to the moon. She squealed again while pounding her fists on Jerry’s back and kicking her feet wildly. In spite of her girly antics, Jerry controlled her. “Now,” he said, “you need to pay up.” She beat him wildly as he trudged forward to his truck. “I’m not lettin’ you go, Kitty. Kick all you want. You’re mine.” “No, I’m not. No, no way,” she said through a laugh, a shout and exhaustion. Finally, she gave up. Her body hung over Jerry’s shoulder until he came to the tailgate. He set her down on it. She slumped, tired from the kicking and shouting and laughing. Finally, she looked up at the man in front of her. He was strong, clear in what he wanted. He wasn’t the guy from a half hour ago. This was a new man. He wasn’t asking and prodding her gently. Jerry was firm and direct. She liked this new persona. “You going to punish me here?” she asked. “You want some punishing, do you?” She wore a smile of desire. Jerry took her flannel, and before unbuttoning it, she yanked it open. The buttons popped everywhere, gone, unseen. The pair fell into a heated kiss. Their passion was born from delayed gratification, a cold creek, and a night of back-and-forth teasing. Jerry reached through her open flannel and felt her large breasts. Her hand then went to feel the growing length in his pants. She broke the kiss. “No shrinkage, is there?” “No cold creek could shrink me.” He moved her back to the pillow in the truck bed near the cab. Her breasts flapped side to side as she scooted back. She undid her cutoffs and pulled them down. He dropped his pants. She was in an open flannel and purple panties with the tiny bow on the waistband. He was in dark boxer shorts. Their hands pulled and grabbed until he was naked, and she was only in her panties. He got on top of her. He kissed her abundant breasts. He licked all over them, nibbled on them and then prodded them with his tongue. As he moved on, she gathered her voice in her enjoyment. “I have a tattoo. Did you know?” He raised up. “No, no I didn’t. Where is it?” “You wanna see?” she asked. He had to pull his mind back from sex-craziness and into real life. “You playin’ games again?” **To Be Continued...**