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Josie in Tombstone

Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: billybroadband, Rating: , Source: LushStories

determined to kiss me there on that boardwalk forever, and it wasn’t until we heard the sound of boots on the sidewalk across the street that he stopped. Glancing across the street, I saw two men disappear into the alleyway next to the Bonhomie restaurant, and I thought that one of the men looked like Ike Clanton. Wyatt looked into the shadows and then took my hand and continued walking me to my hotel. I noticed that Wyatt’s gait was longer than mine as he walked with purpose now and I scampered next to him to keep up with him. My wicked thoughts came and I realized that with Johnny so involved in his Faro game I could steal time with this handsome man beside me. There were some people about, though not many, and I removed my hand from Wyatt’s, cognizant of his marriage and not wishing to give the rumor-mongers grist for their trouble-making. Wyatt glanced at me and I shook my head at him in a conspiratorial way and I saw again the desire in his eyes that made my heart beat faster. He kept up a brisk pace and soon we were within sight of my hotel and he stopped. He turned and faced me. “I’m sorry that I kissed you, Josie,” he said, not looking directly into my face. “You’re with Johnny Behan, and I am afraid that I will have only made trouble for you.” I would have none of it and I stared at his eyes until he looked back at me. I knew if I could engage his eyes with mine that I could get another kiss, and I wanted that, and more. “Don’t you worry about me, Wyatt,” I said. ... “I don’t regret it…..but I will, if it doesn’t happen again soon.” I was feeling wanton and willful and I had a feeling of ardor that surely must have shown in my face, for he glanced quickly about and then pulled me into the shadows and kissed me again. Our mouths couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. I opened myself to him and he accepted my invitation and our tongues met and began a wonderfully intoxicating dance together, and when I whimpered into his mouth he grew more bold and began pulling my body against his. Matching his boldness, I moved my hand from his broad shoulders to his stomach, feeling his muscles as he held me. We must have kissed each other like that for ten minutes, without saying another word, two would-be lovers exploring each other. He kissed my lips and cheeks and then the side of my neck, and I craned my head upward to give him better access to my throat. His hands moved to my breasts and he squeezed them firmly as he returned to kissing me on my mouth. I moaned then and suggested to him that he accompany me to my room. Almost reluctantly he stopped kissing me and pushed me away and looked at me. His eyes searched into mine, looking for the purpose behind my invitation. Feeling as wanton as I felt then, I’m sure there was no doubt what kind of disposition I was in. He looked pleased but then resignation settled on him. I saw then that he was not going to be an easy man to get into my bed. “I won’t go to your room with you. It’s not my way to bed ...