So Seductive

Alex's POV:

It's a warm Sunday afternoon mid-August, Walter's been out there chopping wood for hours. He's wearing wonderfully worn jeans, work boots and little else. His big broad chest and shoulders are shining with the sweat of honest work. The muscles on his fifty-plus body, rippling. The man is a work of art but I doubt he thinks so. All he sees is an old man with graying chest hair and balding pate. I see a strong man with integrity that could put Abraham Lincoln to shame.

I've been here about two months and Walter's been nothing if not patient and kind to me. I try to pull my own weight by helping with the cleaning and cooking. I've ridden out with him to help maintain the fences. I've learned how to clean out the stalls and gather eggs. Now I know why he calls the chickens ornery. I have been literally henpecked until I learned to spread out the chicken feed first before reaching into the coop. That kid Billy takes care of the cows, he's here everyday except Sunday. He's a good kid with nice parents, hard working folk. Walter helps them out when he can; the farms and ranches don't always do well. Walter is a generous man as well as easy on the eyes. If Billy suspects we share a bed, he hasn't said anything. The only comment he's made to me was that Walter seems to be happier since I moved in. I hope that's true. I know I am and I've never been this well rested in my whole life. I sleep like the dead when I'm near Walter.

The funny thing is that we haven't had sex. Not any real sex. A lot of heavy petting and I enjoy sucking him off but no penetration, not yet anyway. Maybe he's waiting for me to make the first move. If that's the case, I'm making the move as soon as the big man finishes hacking away at the wood. He's been steadily accumulating all the wood we'll need for the winter. The cords of wood are delivered and then he chops them up for the fireplace and the wood burning stove in his wood shop. Walter tells me that he likes to work on his 'pieces' during the fall and winter. It gets too hot in the summer and sometimes the electricity goes out in a bad storm. Working the wood fights the boredom of the long winters and helps to keep him in shape. He has plenty of candles, lanterns and the generator is in a special shed near the barn. He keeps the barn comfortable for the cows and horses in the winter. Apparently the chickens generate their own heat but he can move the coop into the barn if it gets too cold.

It's all so civilized. We get up early, tend to the animals then make breakfast and plan the meals for the day. Sometimes we go into town to the store and a couple of nights a week we go to the local bar. The locals respect Walter and they know he's a retired Fed. They've even accepted me. I've gotten a couple of looks cause I appear younger than I am but Walter let it slip that I was a child prodigy and that I was able to retire young. We shoot pool, play darts, I make sure to lose now and then and throw back a few beers. No stress, no strain.

On one trip to the store, Emma was having some trouble with her computer. Yes, they have computers out here in nowheresville and the internet connection ain't half bad, but I digress. Emma was doing inventory and her computer hiccupped. She thought she lost her whole list. I offered my assistance before she took a hammer to the thing, found the list, debugged the offending cpu and reorganized her desktop icons. Didn't take long but she thought I performed a minor miracle. The word spread that an 'honest to goodness' computer genius lives within spitting distance of the general store, so now I'm 'on-call,' so to speak. Walter finds it amusing that the big bad assassin is now the town's personal geek. But hey, I got a couple pounds of pork chops from the butcher when I fixed his son's laptop. I helped the school elders find inexpensive computers for the kids and then renovated them so that the kids could access the 'right' sites online. Ha, if they only knew. Anyway, it's nice to be needed for some of my better skills.

But back to Walter. We've turned one of the larger spare rooms into an office for the two of us. He made a gorgeous unit to put up all his law books and training manuals and there's space for my computer magazines. As I said very civilized. In one of the out houses Walter found an old mahogany desk; we rescued the desk which only needed the crumbling varnished stripped. We revarnished and waxed it then somehow got it into the office. Walter uses it. He quickly made up a companion desk for me and my computer. I love those evenings when it's quiet. He sits in his big leather chair and reads with his feet propped up on his desk while I'm pecking away at my keyboard. I think that's when I'm the most relaxed.

If I had to name the day when I really felt I belonged here it must have been the day Walter showed me his gun cabinet. Not that he has an extensive collection but they're useful and necessary out here. I don't have to carry a gun with me at all times, besides I still have my knife so I put my weapon on the shelf next to Walter's. It seemed like the right thing to do and then Walter gave me the spare key. Yeah, I really felt like I have a home here; with the ornery chickens and sorry looking cows. What do I know about cows? Maybe they're supposed to look that way. All I know is that I have never been this happy in my life. And I owe it all to Walter Skinner.

Hmm, it looks like the big man is just about done chopping wood. Yup, he's cleaning up the yard and stowing the axe. The man's a neat freak. I have the beer on ice, the salad has been rinsed, chopped and dressed. The steaks can wait until after his bath. If I play my cards right, the steaks may have to wait until breakfast. Oh yeah, got to help the man work out the kinks from his hard working muscles. And I'm good with my hands. Maybe I'll preview those emergency candles in our room tonight. I have the necessary supplies we may need in my bedside drawer and a real strong urge to show Walter just how seductive his patience and generosity has been. I need to show him just how much I've grown to love him and respect him. Walter Skinner is one beautiful hunk of man and I'm just the man to prove it to him. He'll never know what hit him.

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Holy shit! The man's an animal in bed. Wore my ass out and I mean that literally. Not that he's rough, no Walter is a sweet, tender and caring lover. But he told me it's been a long time since he made love to someone and it's been years for me. We just fucked ourselves silly and now he's out like a light, snoring loudly and I love it. I pounced the minute he came through the door. Dragged him into the bathroom, stripped us both naked and then shoved him into the shower. I really enjoyed washing every glorious inch of him. And I think he enjoyed it too. His cock did, that's for sure, standing out proudly from his body. God, he's beautiful! I wasn't sure I could take that monster but I gave it the old academy try. We both came so hard, I almost passed out. Almost. We rested for a while, drank some beer then decided the steaks would be great for breakfast. Ding! Round two. The man has stamina. And now he's in a sated sleep with his arms around me just like I'm about to be. Sleep with my Walter, it's so seductive.

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