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Satisfying Bigfoot's Nightly Desires

 Satisfying Bigfoot's Nightly Desires

 

Book 1

 

 

By

Layla Sparks

 

 

 

Copyright © 2020 Layla Sparks

All rights reserved.

 

Chapter 1

 

My body burned under his gaze as I served coffee to the customers next to him. The sounds of dishes clanging and other baristas chatting filled the air. I was in a different world as I worked, conscious of my every move.

All day as I waited tables, he would stare, and when I caught him, he would look away. Every day he ordered the same coffee, and he came at the same time. I never dared to confront him or talk to him. He was fine as hell. Tall, leather black jacket and dark brown eyes were too intimidating for me. I was a bit on the chubby side, and I wasn’t used to this type of male attention.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I quickly walked towards the break room to answer it. I looked at the screen, seeing it was my friend Joyce.

“Hey Joyce,” I answered.

“Hey Sandra, did you ask him out yet? The hot white guy?” asked my crazy friend.

“Girl, hell no,” I said. “This is the fourth day he’s here. I just know he’s checking me out. But girl, I ain’t got time for this shit.”

“Yes, you do! You haven’t gone on a date in forever,” said Joyce.

“I gotta go,” I said quickly. “My boss might check up on me.”

“You better tell me if anything happens!”

I hung up and dropped my small purple cell-phone back into my pocket. I took a deep breath and straightened my white apron. I looked into the long rectangular mirror in the break room. I pulled the black scrunchie out of my hair and gathered my long braids into a high pony-tail. I didn’t have any makeup on, just a touch of lip gloss. Today was the day I was going to talk to him. I hoped I had the courage.

I walked into the serving room and checked to see if he was still there. I scanned the room and saw him looking down at his cell-phone. A lock of his wavy black hair fell over one eye. Suddenly, he looked up at the same time I was looking at him.

Our eyes met, and my body grew tense. I quickly looked away.

I can’t do it, I thought. There was no way I was going to talk to him. I went into the kitchen and crashed into my boss, Laura.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” said Laura, smiling gently. She was an older woman with gray hair and was understanding.

“Is it okay if I took a break now?” I asked. I needed a second and didn’t want to be in the serving room.

“Sure, it’s pretty slow now.”

I walked towards the back entrance and left the stuffy building. It was windy outside, and the sky was heavy with dark clouds. I took a few deep breaths as I walked towards a large tree with a bench underneath it. I went to sit on the bench and checked my phone for any new messages. I needed to tell Joyce I chickened out. As I was about to dial, a shadow fell over me.

“Hello,” said a husky voice.

I looked up. It was the hot guy from the coffee shop! My face burned.

“Hi,” I said, my voice cracking with nervousness.

“I noticed you left. Did anything happen?” he asked, concerned.

“Nope, just on my break,” I chirped. But on the inside, my stomach was twisting and turning from nervousness.

“I’m Evan,” he introduced himself. He proceeded to sit next to me on the bench.

I turned my body to face him. “I’m Sandra.”

He stuck his hand out, and I shook it. My hand disappeared inside of his large one. The butterflies in my stomach were going wild now. He actually followed me out here, I thought.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Sandra. You’re absolutely stunning, and I want to take you out for dinner,” he said, looking into my eyes.

I swallowed nervously.

“You’re quite smooth with the ladies. I can tell,” I said.

“No, I’m serious,” said Evan. “Just one dinner, and I’ll stop coming to the coffee shop if you hate me.”

I could live with that. The workplace would be much more enjoyable if he wasn’t constantly staring at me.

“Okay then,” I said. “I get off at six.”

Evan smiled. There was something off about his smile, but I couldn’t figure it out. We exchanged numbers regardless.

“I’ll see you then,” said Evan, his eyes excited. His leather jacket crinkled as he stood up. I watched as he walked towards a sleek red sports car parked in the lot. I walked towards the building and heard his car zoom down the road.

“Are you good now?” asked my boss Laura.

“More than good,” I said, smiling. “Thanks for that.”

“No problem. The older couple at the third table will need assistance.”

“I’m on it,” I said.

***

After a long day of work, my feet were aching. I was glad not to take the bus tonight since Evan would be picking me up. In the break room, I took my apron off and grabbed my purse. I smudged some red lipstick on my lips and applied mascara when I made sure no one was in the break-room. My eyes were my best feature, especially after mascara accentuated how large they were. I dialed Joyce’s number and put her on speaker as I touched up.

“Girl, what’s up?” asked Joyce.

“I’m going out to dinner tonight. His name is Evan,” I said shakily. I was super excited and almost dropped my mascara on the floor. Then I received a text from Evan. “I have to go now. He’s here!”

“You can do it! Just relax and be yourself,” said Joyce. I could tell she was excited for me. This was my first date in almost five years.

I stuffed everything into my purse and looked in the mirror one more time. My light blue jeans clung to my body in all the right places. My booty was large, so it was hard to find good jeans. The low v-neck shirt I wore showed off my double-D cleavage. I pulled it down a little more to show off my brown skin. I quickly walked out of the break room and through the exit.

Evan was standing at the passenger side, his hand holding the door open for me. His eyes scanned my body up and down – making my pussy clench with lust.

“Ooh a gentleman,” I crooned jokingly, looking at the open door.

“Hello again, beautiful lady,” said Evan. As I got inside, my body brushed next to his accidentally. “Here, I’ll even put your seat belt on for you.” He leaned down into the car. He grabbed the seatbelt, and his arm wrapped around me as he buckled me in. His warmth made my heart rate spike. His hand brushed my thigh as he made sure the seat belt was secure.

“Seems I have the perfect man,” I said shakily. The sexual tension was overwhelming.

“You do,” he whispered, his fingers brushed between my legs as if by accident. My pussy immediately clenched, craving his touch. He straightened, his warmth disappearing. “Looks like you’re all set.”

He closed the door, and I bit my lower lip, forcing myself to calm down. I wondered if he felt the same thing I did. When he settled into the driver’s side, I was aware of how close he was. His body was broad and muscular.

“Do you have family here?” I asked.

“Yes, but they live in the mountains,” said Evan as he started the engine.

“That’s cool. I always wanted to live far away from people.”

“Na, you don’t want that,” he said.

“Why not?”

“There are monsters who live in the mountains.”

I laughed. But he looked dead serious as he stared down the road.

“Where are we going to eat?” I asked uneasily.

“What do you suggest?” he asked, driving aimlessly. It was getting darker, and there weren’t any people or cars down these roads.

“Um, there’s a new diner,” I started. The car suddenly jerked forward, and Evan quickly steered the car to the side of the road.

“Shit,” he said. “I need to check it out.”

I waited in the car as he left to inspect the vehicle. I was thinking about his hand brushing against me, my pulse racing. He then stuck his head in the car window. “It’s the tire. I need to call someone. I don’t even have a spare.”

“Okay,” I replied. I opened the passenger side and stood outside.

“I’m so sorry our first date started terribly,” said Evan. “But I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” I said and winked. I needed to act confident even though, inside I was swooning.

“Forget the car service guys. Let’s take a walk,” he suggested. I agreed and walked with Evan into the cover of the trees. As we walked behind a large boulder, he started to take off his jacket.

“What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed. Things were moving a bit too quickly.

 

 

Chapter 2

He proceeded to remove his white t-shirt next. My eyebrows rose as I checked him out. When he was starting to remove his pants, I put my hand on his arm to stop him.

“I’m sorry, Sandra,” he said. “I didn’t mean to deceive you like this. But I have a secret.”

“Okay well, stop taking your clothes off and tell me,” I demanded.

“I’m a Sasquatch. Or Bigfoot,” he blurted out. His face was serious, even though there was a blush of pink creeping on his neck.

“Uhh, what the hell? Are you nuts?” I said. I hoped to God this man wasn’t crazy and escaped the mental hospital.

“After sunset, I start to turn,” he said.

His chest started to shake uncontrollably. He struggled to maintain eye contact with me. “I become too horny when I do. I need you.”

Suddenly, long amounts of fur shot from his body. His pants ripped and exploded as he grew taller. I watched, horrified, as his chest widened and light brown hair covered it.

A scream stuck in my throat.

I took several steps backward, my eyes glued to his transformation. This had to be a dream. This was not real. When his body stopped shaking, a large, fully grown Bigfoot was standing in front of me. He was about eight feet tall. His large member swollen and throbbing between