Chapter 1

The following story “Texas Summer Heat” is a collaboration between myself and my good friend, Leah. We had a great time working on this story together and I hope you enjoy reading it as well.

It was another hot, dry Texas day – the kind of day that made water thirsty. The countryside hadn’t seen rain in several weeks. And the hot westernly wind picked up the sun-baked soil and threw dust into the air, making breathing even more difficult. It was 120 degrees outside, a temperature that broke the old record for the hottest day by two degrees. Nothing with any common sense was moving around outside in the stifling heat.

Tanya-Lynn, the young, beautiful, 23 year old cocktail waitress was busy inside the bar, wiping the ever-present dust off some of the tables. The Crazy Horse Bar was a small little run-down watering hole about halfway between Vernon and Lockett on U.S. Highway 70. It wasn’t much to look at ... in fact if it wasn’t for the heat faded sign, you’d think it was just an old abandoned farmhouse – one of a hundred other ones that dotted northern Texas.

Tanya-Lynn was dressed in her usual working attire – a red and white checkered sleeveless blouse hiked up to just below her breasts and tied in front, a pair of dangerously short blue-jean shorts, and her black open-toe heels. Even though there were a couple fans going on the corners of the bar and the overhead ceiling fans were turning, it did little to cool the inside of the bar.

Buck, the bartender, who was also suffering from the heat, kept a glass of icewater handy for her to keep hydrated, if not cool, as she worked. The only other person in the bar that day was an old drunk who had passed out in a dark corner of the bar.

If the bar owner hadn’t been such a greedy bastard, they would have closed the bar down for the day. But he wanted the bar to stay open just in case some crazy fool decided he needed a drink so much he would come out in that god forsaken heat to get it.

Tanya-Lynn had just finished dusting off the last table for the third time that day and sat down with Buck at the bar to sip some icewater and try to cool off a bit. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and it reflected the light that filtered in through the dusty windows Both her and Buck were miserable in the oppressive heat – the only one who wasn’t complaining was the drunk in the corner, and he was unconscious!

Suddenly the room was lit up by someone coming in through the front doors. Both Buck and Tanya-Lynn looked up to see who would be insane enough to venture out in such heat. They watched in amazement as a lone figure came in through the door. The light behind him was so glaringly bright, it made them both squint so they couldn’t make out who the stranger was.

As the door closed again and the half-light of the bar made it easier to see, Tanya-Lynn saw that the stranger was actually a biker. “Howdy stranger, what brings you out on such a blistering hot day?” Tanya-Lynn said.

“I was just passing through and decided to stop in and let my bike cool off while I did the same,” he said.

“Well I don’t know how much cooler it will be for you, but can I get you something?” Tanya-Lynn said.

“How about a Jack and Coke?” he said.

“Coming right up,” Tanya-Lynn said, walking up to the bar and placing the order. When his drink was ready she brought it back to him.

“This place is kinda tucked out of the way – do you get a lot of business here?” he asked, making conversation.

“No, not really. Actually I wonder sometimes why we bother. On days like this it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to even open up. As you can see it’s not exactly packed tight in here!” she said.

“Well, I’m glad you were open. My bike was starting to complain about the heat, and I wasn’t doing so good myself!” he said.

Tanya-Lynn put a hand on the chair next to him, “Do you mind?” she asked.

“Please,” he said. Tanya-Lynn sat down at the table and they began chatting.

“So what brings you through the area?” she asked.

“Well I’m on my way from Amarillo to Dallas to meet up with an old Army buddy. I was planning on taking Hwy 287 into Fort Worth then shoot across on the 30 to Dallas,” he said,

“But I got word from some truckers that the road around Chillicothe was tore to hell so I decided to drop down onto Hwy. 6 at Quanah and take it down to Crowell, then up to Vernon to rejoin the 287 there. It’s about 50 more miles, but it’s better to be safe than sorry ... don’t want to dump the bike and ruin the whole trip before I even meet my buddy!”

“I see. Well it’s nice that you chose to stop in and see me on your way through! My name is Tanya-Lynn,” she said, smiling.

“My name’s Blake Hawkins, and I have to admit, if I was going to overheat anywhere, I’m glad it was here,” he said with a warm, sparkling grin.

Tanya-Lynn blushed a bit at his remark. “Well, I try to make all my customers hot ... it sells drinks if they’re thirsty!” she said touching his arm casually.

Truth be told, Tanya-Lynn was more than a little interested in the stranger. She had felt a tingle when he walked in the door and she was thankful that she was the only girl working today. Normally, the owner had two or three girls working, but business had been so slow lately that he didn’t want to pay the girls to just sit around.

Now Tanya-Lynn had this handsome stranger all to herself and she was determined to make the best of it! She looked at him sitting across the table, sizing him up. He was quite handsome with his shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, parted to the side and sweeping down in front to almost cover his right eye. He had a strong, firm chin covered with a stubble beard. His piercing blue eyes sparkled rivaling his smile. That smile ... she could get lost in that smile!

“Are you okay, Tanya-Lynn?” he asked. She was startled and blushed deeply, realizing that she had been caught daydreaming.

“Oh sorry, I was just ... thinking!” she said, trying to cover up her inattentiveness.

“Now what could be so distracting to such a pretty young girl as you?” he said, knowing he had her off-guard.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said.

The two of them talked more and Tanya-Lynn began to feel more and more attracted to him. Blake seemed to know just what to say and just how to say it to win her over. It was as if he already knew her. It would have been spooky, had she not been so engrossed in the biker.

Tanya-Lynn listened to him talk of his adventures on the road and all the places he had been and seen. She was captivated by his stories and listened intently to every word. She tried to imagine what he described and picture herself in his travels.

Blake, seeing he held this attractive young woman spellbound with his tales, played up to her. He was also a bit smitten by the company he was in. The road might mean “freedom” to a biker like himself but that freedom often carried the heavy price of loneliness. Sitting here with his lovely companion, he could put aside those desolate miles and the cold nights sleeping alone with only his sleeping bag and his memories to comfort him.

Buck had been watching the two of them talk as he cleaned and organized his bar. He had always been a little more protective of Tanya-Lynn than the other girls – she was younger and less experienced in dealing with grabby drunks than the other girls and also a lot prettier. He sort of looked at her like his “daughter” having none of his own.

He listened to the strangers stories and watched how Tanya-Lynn hung on his every word. He also noted how she had become infatuated with the man that she now shared a table with. He watched as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, a sure sign that she was getting damp. He knew all her little nuances – the way she played with her hair, her sweet little giggle, and the “accidental” touch of his arm. He knew how she worked and he watched her as she put her moves on the stranger.

“Tanya-Lynn, honey, can you get me a couple more cases of beer? I’d get the myself, but my damn back is acting up again,” Buck said after a bit.

“Sure, no problem Buck,” Tanya-Lynn said. She turned to Blake “Buck was in a really bad car accident a few years back and really messed up his back bad. The doctors were afraid he’d never be able to walk again, but he proved them wrong. From time to time his back gives him troubles now. I’ll just go get his beer and be right back,” she explained.

“Let me give you a hand,” Blake said.

“Thank you, I’d like that!” she said, smiling broadly. He rose and offered her his hand, helping her to stand. She led the way around the bar to the back storage room. As she passed by Buck, she mouthed a silent “Thank you” to the bartender and he gave her a little grin as he wiped down the top of the bar.

She led him back to the storage room and unlocked the door. Turning on the light, they entered the storage room. The room was pretty good-sized and the walls were lined with cases of beer and bottles of various liquors.

Once the door was closed, she gave the button a quick twist, locking the door. Then she backed him up against the door and pressed her mouth against his in a sensual kiss.

“I want you,” she breathed into his mouth as she pressed herself up against him. Blake pushed his tongue between her soft, parted lips until his tongue met hers. She tasted amazing, a combination of her cherry lip gloss and his Jack and Coke was absolutely heavenly, and he wanted more. So much more.

He ran his fingers through her soft brown hair and grabbed a thick handful, bending her head back and exposing her throat. He held her tightly to him, relishing the feel of her firm breasts crushed up against his chest. Then his mouth left hers, not wanting to, but needing to explore her, to really taste her. His teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck, his tongue trailing across her collarbone.

Tanya-Lynn wrapped her arms around Blake and pressed his rock hard body to her, enjoying the wet heat of his mouth teasing the hollow of her neck. His hands moved up her sides and settled on her firm young breasts, kneading them gently through her tied up shirt, making her gasp as he found her nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.

His mouth returned to hers, and he kissed her with a renewed enthusiasm, sucking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling it playfully. When Blake ran his fingers down to unfasten the button front of her jean-shorts and slipped inside, Tanya-Lynn’s knees gave out and she clung to him for support.

Blake lifted her up onto his hips and backed her against the wall, his mouth urgently ravishing hers as his body pressed into her, showing her that her attentions had not gone unnoticed. Tanya-Lynn gave a soft moan when she felt his growing hardness push up against her own trembling pussy.

He began hurriedly working on the knot that held her shirt together just under and between her tender globes. When the knot was at last undone, he yanked her shirt off her shoulders and threw it onto the floor in the middle of the room. She wasn’t wearing a bra due to the excessive heat that day and Blake took a step back to look at her.

“God you have amazing tits,” Blake said, admiring her. Tanya-Lynn’s tits were perky 34C’s, and topped with stiff, rose colored nipples. The sight of them made his cock all the harder and made his leather biker jeans tighter. Blake bent his head and licked one crinkled nipple, blowing gently on it afterwards, the coolness making her gasp and making her nipples throb.

“Ohhh...” Tanya-Lynn moaned and bit her bottom lip. Blake ran his tongue across her breasts, tracing the outline of the aureola, and teasingly avoiding the nipple. Just when Tanya-Lynn didn’t think she could take it anymore, he took the nipple between his tongue and teeth, chewing on it gently, then suckling her urgently.