She was so excited that it had been hard for her to get to sleep that night. She and Denise had spent hours poring over the computer looking for anything they could find about Boongaral. It had hit most of the points she needed. One, it was in an English-speaking country, so she wouldn’t need to take language classes. Two, it was in a country she had always wanted to visit. Perk. And three, it was only two-hundred miles or so from the city of Cairns.
It was a cattle town. Meaning that the area was used for cattle farming. She wasn’t exactly sure how cattle were farmed, though. Crops she knew were farmed, but cows were live animals. When she dreamt later that night it was of cows buried in the ground up to their necks all in neat little rows like lettuce.
But she was giving herself time to learn about her new home. Plus, she needed to get a passport, shots, and she needed time to tell Reese. He may be her ex, but he still called to see how she was doing from time to time. It seems he was a better ex-husband than he had been a husband.
She was more than excited, and her life was about to take another turn. A turn that she didn’t see coming at all.
Her morning routine hadn’t deviated since she was married. She was up at six, no matter what. That came from years of substitute teaching and before that she was getting up with Reese when he was active duty. But mainly it was because of substitute teaching.
Reese had always gotten onto her for not going through the credential program and becoming a full-blown teacher. But she didn’t want all of the stress that came with teaching, like dealing with parents, principals, faculty, grades, and department heads. No. She wanted to go in, do what she had to do, and get the hell out. But being a sub had her up at six for the past few years.
Then, she had her coffee, with four sugars and three creams. After that, she went down to the corner market and got the paper, walked back up the stairs to her apartment above the deli, and read at her leisure until seven. Usually at seven she would leave for work at one of the high schools she subbed for. But not today. She had made a momentous decision the night before. She was moving to Australia. Holy shit! So, today she was taking a much needed day off and prioritizing the next steps she had to take. And as she made her list, she checked her lottery numbers. She remembered a comedian said once that rich people had IRAs and poor people had the lottery. Wasn’t that the truth?
“What I Need to Do”, she wrote down.
Get passport— find birth certificate first.
Her first number was 8. She perused the paper until she found the lottery section. 8.
Make appointment for possible shots—get physical anyway.
Her number, 17. 17.
Look on Internet for requirements to sub or teach in Australia.
Check on savings and checking account and see about a bank in Boongaral.
Pack up stuff or sell it.
She was about to put the paper away before it hit her. Grabbing the paper, she glared at the numbers on the page. 8, 17, 29, 31, 48, 11.
“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up, Anissa.” She took a deep breath, held it for a second before letting it out slowly. She calmly took her lottery ticket and laid it next to the numbers on the page, lining them up so her ticket was parallel to the numbers.
“8, 17, 29, 31, 48, 11,” she said aloud. She slowly went through the numbers again before screaming out into the room.
“Agh! 8, 17, 29, 31, 48, 11!”
Before she became too excited, she sat still, making herself calm down before she looked to see if she had indeed won the lottery and then for exactly how much she had hit it for.
After three minutes she looked for the monetary amount. After all, she could be working herself into a frenzy for ten grand. It would be ten grand more than she’d had before, but a small heart attack was not worth ten grand.
Her fingers ran down the page once again. “Agh!” she screamed out again. While she hadn’t hit the Mega Super Powerball of $237 million, she had hit big in the amount of $68 million.
“This is not happening,” she said to herself. “This is not happening. Ummm, how much is that after taxes?” Her mind couldn’t think. She would have been hard-pressed to remember her name if someone had asked her right then.
“Calm down, Anissa, and think,” she said to herself. “Ummm, the lottery takes forty-nine percent off the bat for taking the lump sum. Okay. Then, twenty-five percent for federal tax. And then state tax… Oh shit. Oh shit! That’s ummm… A little over twenty-five million! Agh! Agh! Holy shit!"
“Tell me to stop, damn you,” Jaric moaned to her again with lust in his voice.
“No,” she moaned back to him, as their lips came together once again in a fiery kiss.
His hands felt along her body and down her hips taking the time to pull her flesh into his palms, loving the softness of her body. The fullness of it. He wanted more.
He planted kisses down her neck, over her breasts, down her body and over the soft swell of her belly, nipping and sucking along her skin. When he came to her large thighs, he sucked on her soft skin along the inside into his mouth. Pure heaven, he thought.
But he knew what would be even better, and he smiled to himself as he gazed down at her shaven pussy. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He’d read of women who shaved their pussies, but he had never seen it up close and personal. But seeing as he had been living the life of a monk for the past few years, that lack of knowledge wasn’t saying too much.
He ran his hand over her pussy, letting his finger follow the thin line she’d left going down the center. So soft, he thought. He bent his head and traced the soft line of hair with his tongue. She wriggled her hips in anticipation, and he so wanted to please her. It had been so long since he had licked and tasted the sweet, musky, silkiness of a woman. Onah had never wanted him to give her head. She had thought it was nasty. There were only a few women since he had discovered the glorious act of sex that he’d partaken. He had only memories of the sensations of soft flesh on his tongue. The silky wetness that drove him insane. But he didn’t have to imagine it any longer. As much as he begged her to make him stop, he knew that he was past the point of reason. He might ask her to make him stop, she might do it, but a part of him would die inside if he were denied her now.
She gripped the mattress with her hands when his warm breath blew over her clit. That small motion, that miniscule feeling that tightened things deep inside of a woman’s body. And then she just about came undone, gripping fistfuls of the quilt, when his tongue licked along her slit.
“Tell me to stop,” he almost moaned in sensual agony to her, as he enjoyed the best pussy he’d had in a very long time.
“N–N–No fuckin’ way,” she gasped, when he dipped his tongue inside of her, and then she was in rapture.
Her hands grabbed his head, taking fistfuls of hair in her hands, as wave after glorious wave of the sweetest orgasm in her life washed over her. But he didn’t stop, he delved, and licked, and brought her again before finally abandoning his onslaught of her pussy with his tongue to kiss her passionately, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Her hands ran down the taut, muscled expanse of his back and over his firm ass. He was so…man. He leaned up to gaze at her on his strong arms. His piercing blue eyes looking so deep into hers.
“My God. What have you done to me, woman?” he moaned to her again, before their passion engulfed them.
His pulsing cock was poised between her legs. “Don’t tease me,” she gasped to him, trying to push him the extra inch until he was inside of her.
“Never,” he said before breaching that extra inch and guiding his stiff dick inside of her.
He stared down at her as he struggled for every inch he gained. She was so tight, he at first thought she was a virgin, but remembered that she had been married. But with each thrust he gave, he felt her slickness envelop his cock, urging him on. His arm went under her leg, lifting it up and gaining him a better position. He found his rhythm, thrusting deep inside of her with a slow deep tempo, reveling in the unbelievable pleasure she was giving to him.
Their passion made it hard to breathe. It was hard to breathe, to speak, to form coherent thoughts, each time their bodies came together and he thrust inside of her. But it was more than that. He gazed down at her. He looked at her. He wasn’t concerned with his own pleasure, but with hers also. Maybe with hers even more. When she moaned, and sighed, and gasped at feeling the most intense pleasure that he gave to her, he smiled down at her. And she was the one that was putting that smile on his face.