Jack squeezes the van into the narrow parking spot while saying aloud "damn Antares, can you park that sled in the middle of the space for fucks sake!" The sled, her old Plymouth Valiant, circa 1983...is a bucket of rust and bondo that she just can't part with. He often teases her: "Hey Antares, Henry Ford called...he wants his original car back!" She loves that old familiar jalopy! Jack just wishes she would at least park it in the center of her space.
He had been gone 2 weeks and wanted nothing but to hold his woman in his arms, to feel her warm breathing as she lay close to him, and of course to make sensual love to her and then crazy fuck her over and over and over again. Those were the only thoughts banging in his head for the last 300 miles. Well those and the endless searching for a decent radio station every 25 miles or so. One day I'll invest in a satellite radio, he muses.
The trip was grueling...a blur of days in differing cities and an endless stream of hotel rooms which he could no longer distinguish one from the other, not that it mattered. But that's the norm in his line of work. Maintaining cell towers demanded constant movement as each tower site is geographically dispersed. Work a region...move on to the next.
Normally, Antares would travel with him, providing him with a delicious distraction from the mundane grind. She decided not to go with him this time. A friend of hers from college, "Alex", a former roommate was in town and she wanted to catch up with her badly. She talked so much about how close they were, how they were inseparable back in those days, spending every waking moment together, that Jack was a little bit sick of hearing about Alex this, and Alex that, Alex, Alex, Alex!
Jack was glad to get out on the road, instead of being subjected to 2 weeks of endless girl chatter and constant giggling. Although he missed Antares madly...her staying home allowed him to concentrate on his work...instead of her gorgeous smile and her perfect ass.
Climbing out of the van, Jack shook his key chain, finding his house key and turning it in the lock, again so thankful to be home. Dragging his suitcase into the flat and emptying his pockets on the kitchen table. He quickly flipped through the stack of mail she had collected for him over the past two weeks. Finishing that chore, Jack now could concentrate on the important things: the gorgeous minx lying just beyond the closed bedroom door.
Approaching the bedroom door, he heard what sounded like faint female voices. Maybe Antares is watching the television, he thought. Quietly, Jack reached for the door handle and twisted it, remembering how the hinges creek, he slowly opened the door. Antares seemed to be in bed asleep. All that time on the road alone had him hearing things.
He eyed his beauty lying there, listening to her breathing interspersed with an occasional little snore. She wore one of his old cotton t-shirts, which was like a dress on her. The warm glow of sensual delight flowed up his spine and spread seductively throughout his nervous system as he consumed the seductive picture before him.
Jack studied her long toned uncovered leg that disappeared under the sheet right wear it morphed into that perfect firm ass of hers. He quickly stripped bare ass naked. His pulse quickened and his chest pounded. His breathing was heavy and his cock stood straight out rock solid hard.
He was just about to slide in beside his sweetness when he hesitated. "what is that? Is the water running in the bathroom?"
All of the sudden, the bathroom door opened and into the room strode a completely nude goddess. The light glowingly from the bathroom reflected off her caramel colored skin, her dark perky hard nipples standing upright. Jack's eyes bulged and he froze. Initially he had to focus on who it was. Then it hit him...ALEX!!!
He hadn't seen her in what...3 year? His next thoughts put it together. What was happening? His eyes flashed back and forth from Alex to Antares and back to Alex.
Antares who actually wasn't asleep when Jack came in the bedroom now sat up, looking shocked and confused. She hadn't expected Jack to be home for another couple hours. Her mind raced to also process what was happening.
Alex, the friend from college, an absolute Filipino beauty, produced the most gorgeous smile. Heyo Jack! she said. Her pearly whites provided a striking contrast against her brown skin; her long midnight black hair and her dark eyes look so sultry. Her small athletic frame, perfectly proportioned, the image of which was being burned into Jack's brain, contributed to making things even "harder" than they he thought possible.
