“Don’t worry, I’ll be able to go again in ten minutes or so, and I’ll get that screen covered for you.”
Sheep Finder:Oh, I have no doubt. After the show you gave me, I’m perfectly fine with waiting.
His breaths are shaky and he lowers himself into the chair behind him. “Before I do anything else, I better clean the table.”
Lowering his face to his cum, he flicks his tongue at the white drops and slurps up the rest. “So why did you want me to go outside?”
Sheep Finder:I’d rather not say. I want it to be a surprise.”
“I guess I’ll have to wait, then. I hope you’re not going to make me fuck poison ivy or something.”
I bark out a laugh, using wipes to clean up my mess before tucking myself back in my pants.
Sheep Finder:Now that’s a thought, but no. You don’t need me to end up with a rash on your genitals. Something tells me with your survival skills, that will happen anyway.
“What?” He gawks.
Fuck. I got caught up in our conversation and it felt too much like the ones we have in person. I forgot where we are. I do want him to know it’s me, but not yet. I want to do it slowly, with small clues, and that was a big one.
Sheep Finder:I just meant to say you run a farm or homestead and have brush scratches all over your shoulders.
“Oh.” His body relaxes and he lays an arm over the table. “I didn’t think anyone would actually believe what I said I do for a living on my profile.”
Sheep Finder:Trust me, I’ve lived in the country for a long time and can spot a lie when I see one.
“Really?” He perks up. “What part of my profile is a lie, then?”
Sheep Finder:You really want me to tell you?
“I do.” He rests his chin on a closed fist.
Sheep Finder:For starters, you say you’re twenty-two, and I’m going to go with twenty-five.
“Twenty-seven actually, but you’re close. How old are you?”
Sheep Finder:It’s rude to ask someone their age.
“But you know mine.”
Sheep Finder:I guessed yours.
He blows out a frustrated breath, lifting his head. “Fine. Okay, tell me another lie?”
Sheep Finder:You say you live with a boyfriend and I’ve yet to see one around.
“He’s at work,” he protests. “He’s a firefighter and does twenty-four-hour shifts.”
Sheep Finder:And yet your profile says he’s in the army. You’re terrible at this.
“Okay, fine, so I made one up, but I really do live with someone. My roommate. He’s currently in the hospital.”
So, this one is a mixture of a truth and a lie. I looked into where his brother was, and he’s in a coma. A bad motorcycle accident nearly took his life and still might. It sucks because from what I’ve gathered about him, he’s a pretty stand-up guy. His business partners on the other hand are a bunch of assholes, and you have to wonder how someone like him got mixed up with them. Do they even care what’s happened to him? I’ve heard people ask where he is before, when stopping by for a quick drink to help wind me down for the night, and they either side-step around the question or say he’s visiting family.
Sheep Finder: That sucks. Hope he’s holding up okay.
“Me too.” His face falls. “I’ve been too scared to go visit him ever since coming here. “I guess it’s easier to remain in denial about how bad it is by not actually seeing it first-hand.”
Sheep Finder:I can see that. I’m sure he’d like to have you there, though.