Steamboat Springs New Start Pt 05

Part Five, Alone on Saturday

Yesterday was probably the worst day in my life. I woke up with the love of my life cuddling in my arms, enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies held together with a passionate hug. We were in love with each other. And an hour after awakening, I was alone, never to see the love of my life again. Our lives were in two separate orbits that crossed by chance in the wasteland that is north western Colorado. We probably fell in love immediately. We were a perfect match. It was fate. But our orbits diverged 24 hours later and there was nothing we could do to stay together. Fate tore us apart and ripped a huge chunk out of my heart. I was in pain from my loss. I believe that Sandy was too. I had no idea how to recover from emotional blow I had been dealt. Life in Steamboat Springs sucks. Why the hell did I start this journey?

I woke up with the alarm and got ready for day two. I could smell Sandy on my pillow. My bed and arms were empty. Sandy was truly gone from my life. My eyes welled up and my nose began to drip. I missed Sandy and I didn't know what to do. I ate some of the food that was in the cooler to stop my stomach from growling. I drank some cold coffee just for the caffeine and the taste. It was a pretty disgusting breakfast.

Sandy's panties were the only highlight of my morning. I carefully removed Sandy's gift to me, inhaled her scent one more time and put them back under my pillow with the note. I went up to the bath house to relieve myself, brush my teeth and wash my face. I went back down to my room, ready to go to work. I hadn't noticed a sticky note on the door when I went out. "Office, 5:45".

I grabbed my kit and thermos and hurried over to the office. I had no idea what Steph wanted, but I didn't want to be late to work. I tried the door and it opened. No one was there so I rang the desk bell. Steph came out from the kitchen. She saw me and went back in. A second later she came back out.

"Where's your thermos? I'll fill it up. Here's a biscuit egg sandwich." She took my thermos back into the kitchen. The biscuit was hot. God, hot food. Hot coffee. Steph came back out with the thermos. It felt full. I had no idea why she did this for me. But it was such a pleasant surprise.

"Thanks again for the help last night. I was getting behind and supplies were running out. Sandy was a good kid and a big help to me, but she couldn't do the heavy lifting...and you owe me a gallon can of Folgers ground coffee if you want your thermos filled tomorrow."

"Yeah, no problem. Hot coffee, hot food. Nice. Thanks, so much. I gotta go. Later." I guess I was a little brusque, but I didn't want to be late to work. Nice gesture from the nerdy girl. My thoughts went back to Sandy and I got sad again. Steamboat sucked.

I got to work and was able to relax with a steaming hot cup of coffee. Paul walked up with his thermos cup to give me my morning ration of shit. I held up my thermos and reached it out to him. He stopped and, with an expressionless face, held out his cup. I topped it off and his cup was steaming again.

"What was that with the Loed?" Paul asked me.

"Guy wanted his trailer unloaded. I took a shot."

"You certified anywhere? Got a license?"

"No. You need that?"

"Fuck, you really are green."

"See Brenda when she gets here. Tell her you need a license."

He turned and started to walk away. He stopped and looked back, raising his cup. I raised mine and smiled back. I was dying inside...shit...Brenda, first thing in the morning.

"Good job." The first nice thing Paul had said to me.

"Thanks Boss." I said smiling.

"Fuck you." He said turning and walking away. I think I saw a hint of a smile on his face. Odd place, nothing is what it seems.

I saw Brenda arrive and I went into the trailer a few minutes later. She was standing in front of a small mirror and arranging her tits in her bra. She must not have heard me on the stairs. I walked up to the counter and she shot a nasty glance at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? Are you a pervert?"

"You... Yeah... Paul sent me in for a license."

"A pervert license?"

"I guess so, and I need one for the Loed too."

Brenda smirked and went over to the file cabinet. She got out a piece of paper that said certificate of training. She had bent way over and looked back at me. I was looking at the calendar above the counter and missed the panty show. This angered her.

"Sign and date this." She put the piece of paper on the counter and put her outstretched hand on top of it. She stared at me and didn't move. After a second, she spoke.

"Show me your dick."

I was shocked and frozen in place. I couldn't move or speak. Brenda wasn't moving either.

"Come on you pervert. Yer' eye fucking me every time you look at me. This show ain't free."

Brenda still didn't move. She lowered her eyes to my level and stared with venom.

"NOW! Time to pay up." She was almost yelling.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because payback is a bitch. Life is a bitch. I am the BITCH."

I was still frozen to the floor. I slowly loosened my belt. Unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans and briefs down to my thighs. My shriveled, flaccid dick was hiding in my pubic hair. Fuck me.

Brenda took one look and got a "What the Fuck" look on her face.

"Is that a joke? That's the most pathetic pecker I have ever seen."

It was humiliating standing there with my dick exposed and being insulted by the queen Bitch, Brenda. I pulled my briefs and pants back up and did my belt.

"Sign this and get the fuck out of here, you tiny dick pervert."

I signed the piece of paper and handed it back. She looked at it and wrote something in the space at the top. Then she signed it. She put the paper on the counter

"Okay. You're a certified Loed operator and a certified pervert. Now get the fuck out of here and get to work." She went back to the mirror and finished adjusting herself for the hard day that lay ahead. She pulled up her hem while adjusting her skirt. She was wearing green panties today. They had lace around the legs. She let me have a good look. Nice...fucking bitch.

I went back to the stock yard and got to work. Same thing as yesterday. Unloading trailers, stocking racks and bins, taking building supplies out to the crew. 10 AM and the roach coach arrived and blew the horn. Work stopped and everyone went for food and drink and whatever the money for the bra bought.

I got some food and drink and showed it to Wendy.

"Four bucks. Need anything for after work?"

"No. I'm good."

"I bet you are." She said as I settled up my bill. She left me with a wink.

The construction site was its own little world. Everyone here was a little strange with the abusive language. I guess it was a coping mechanism for working 16 hours a day, 6 days a week, rain or shine. The way people talked to each other, I figured there would be fights all the time, but turns out that was the way they blew off steam. As soon as work was over you could find them at the Tugboat or Cave Inn, enjoying beers and watching sports. So, I just listened to what they wanted to say, filtered out all the profanities and got them what they needed. We all got along just fine.

And Brenda, she was a piece of work. I had no idea what was up with her. Did she hate me? Was she flirting with me? Was she on site as eye candy for the boss? Was she a perverse exhibitionist? Everyone on site had the same advice when it came to Brenda... "Be careful!" I took that advice to heart.

Saturday was a good day and I got a lot done. Things were going good for me and my mental attitude was getting better. Being so busy was keeping Sandy out of my mind. I was figuring out the broken stock system and modified what I could to make my job easier and more efficient. Paul appreciated the improvements he was seeing in material flow from the yard to the work crews. He was getting nicer to me as time went on.

This was the end of the work week for most of us. Some guys would have to be in on Sunday to catch up with the lagging schedule. Luckily, I didn't. Sunday was rolling around and I had the day off. I had to do laundry because I was out of clean clothes. I was going to have to go into town to JCPenney and buy more work clothes, socks and underwear. I had to have at least 6 days' worth of work clothes on hand, because I could only do laundry on Sundays.

Everyone finally called it quits and the mass exodus cleared the site in a matter of minutes. Most were headed to the Tugboat on The Hill for beers and snacks. That would have put a big dent in my paycheck, so I passed on the drink invitations. I had to go to town and stock up for Sunday and Monday. Didn't have mom to take care of me. Had to learn how to do that myself. Shit, how did she manage to do all that stuff, every day, week after week. It was a scramble for me every afternoon when work ended.

So, I headed to the grocery to get all the supplies I thought I needed for the next two days. I thought about going into the El Rancho but the thought of eating alone did not sound at all appealing. Might as well go back to The Barn and try to figure out how to move on from the events of the past two days. Getting my head straight was hard. I didn't know how to deal with all this emotional trauma I'd endured since leaving Denver.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. I got out Sandy's note and read and re-read it, over and over. I took my clothes off and lay on the bed naked. I had Sandy's panties held to my nose as I thought about her. I wrapped her panties around my dick and began a slow stroke journey to orgasm. After I had my erection, I draped the back of the panties over my dick, held the fabric on both sides and started to slide the smooth fabric back and forth, left to right. The sliding of the fabric over my dick head caused exquisite pleasure that began to mix with the erotic memories I was going through about Sandy. I thought of her tits moving on her chest as she stroked up and down on my dick. I could feel the warm hug of her pussy as I slid in and out of her. I could look down at my dick and watch my hands go left to right as I slid her soft, smooth panties over my dick head. I was lost in the arousal of the moment and finally reached the point of no return. I pulled her panties off my dick and began to stroke up and down with the thumb and first finger of each hand on each side of my dick.

I ejaculated thick ropes of cum into the air, landing on my chest and stomach. Five time I squirted, feeling massive amounts of pleasure flowing out of my crotch and reaching the extremes of my body each time. Pleasure continued to spread from my crotch due to my stroking, even though I was no longer ejaculating. God, it felt so good and I could see Sandy smiling down at me. It felt so good. I missed Sandy so much.

I rubbed the cum all over my chest and abdomen after my orgasm had played out. My dick softened and I felt very relaxed. I thanked Sandy for the gift of her panties. They were very special to me now. My last physical reminder of her. Masturbation was good. Better with Sandy with me.

After the cum dried, I dressed in dirty work clothes, picked out a new change and went to the shower. I took a long, hot shower. I missed Sandy soaping me up, rubbing me down and rinsing me off. I missed the feel of her wet, soapy body sliding over mine. So many things reminded me of her. How was I going to get past her?

I finally returned to my room, stripped and put on Sandy's panties. I fell asleep gently stroking my dick through the smooth nylon fabric. My dreams were filled with visions of Sandy in my arms.

"Good night luv, where ever you are."

Sunday morning was really tough because I missed Sandy. She was probably back in San Francisco and getting back into Bay life with her friends. She was probably happy and forgetting about me because of a new guy she'd met. She was at home in the Bay. I was all alone in Steamboat Springs, missing the feel of her skin, the soft touch of her lips, my dick warm and snug in her tight pussy. I had been gone from my home for less than a week and my new life was already fucked up. I sat on the bed and looked at the dresser on the opposite wall. It was hard to get motivated to do anything I needed to do. This wouldn't be the last time I didn't know what to do with myself. I was a wreck.

End Part Five