She was beautiful. The dirty blonde hair on the fair to perfection skin, her full red lips, her eyes! Her blue eyes could see into is soul. And they looked up as she sucked his cock. Her long fingers and red nails making marks in his stomach as she moaned taking him as deep as she could. He could do nothing but smile as he watched her "work". He ran his fingers through her hair and took it all in, the feeling was incredible, and she was an expert.
"That's it baby; take it all, I want you to swallow it all."
She paused and nodded and then continued with renewed vigor, he was getting close and she knew it.
He was just about there when she said, "You can have your piece of junk back now".
Have "what"? He was foggy when he felt the more than the nudge on the shoulder. "Louis have you heard a fucking word I've said to you?"
He shook himself more for the effect than anything else. His world came back to him, so instead of Gretta his ultra-hot, just out of school, twenty-something engineer giving him a blow job she was there all business telling him his worthless machine was ready to run. "Sorry Gret, it's been a long day, and I was in my own little world, so it's fixed and no more problems, right?" She smiled and then recanted what she had told him earlier when he was in the land of "what to be". She was stunning, how in the world could his new electrical engineer be so good looking, as well as the best and fastest trouble shooter in the plant? To boot she could use the word "fuck" in a sentence and not miss a beat. Hours were long but no doubt Gretta was one of the perks.
He found his shift supervisor and told him not to dick anything up during the evening, but don't hesitate to call if something came up. He then called home to tell his wife he was coming home. She didn't buy it, he had already missed his son's baseball practice (he was one of the coaches no less) his daughter's soccer scrimmage and of course dinner. He promised he'd be home in an hour, all he got was "You're from Missouri, Show Me!" and she hung up.
Instead of going back to his office he made an about face and headed for the parking lot. It was getting cool out now and even though time hadn't changed it was still dark. Damn he thought one day I'm getting out of here before the sun sets. He climbed into his truck and set off for home. The one good thing was that he was only about ten miles from his house along a couple of country roads; it made getting to and from work a breeze even though at times he didn't allow himself to "unwind" from the days events. He looked at his watch it was right at 8:00 pm, hell he'd at least catch the last half of CSI!
About half way home he spotted a car along the road facing him with the flashers on, and to his surprise a rather tall woman flagging him down in the middle of the road. He slowed down and stopped. To his utter disbelief there was probably one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen looking at him rather nervously. He quickly saw that her car had a flat tire, and by the looks of it, it was a rental.
"Thank goodness you stopped, I'm really sorry to bother you, but I need some help".
With the best College education and military training all he could muster was "sure, no problem". He then pulled his truck around so his lights could illuminate her car and put on his flashers.
He was stumped, he knew several cars had passed him coming from her direction, this had to have just happened or those people that drove by were out of their minds.
He walked up and he introduced himself, she shook his hand firmly and told him her name was Beth and that she was trying to take a short cut to get to I-35 since she had to be in Austin for a meeting in the morning. Seemed reasonable he thought, he smiled and made the mental note to STOP watching anymore of those damn CSI's shows, he had to be more trusting.
He did applaud himself for making the Buick as a rental, she wasn't a typical Buick driver, most of them had blue hair a handicapped sticker and couldn't see over the dash. He pegged her as Saab or Lexus type. As he managed to get the spare out (thank God GM still offered full sized spares!) he noticed that she stood way too close and smelled way to good. When he stopped a couple of times she asked if everything was "okay" and could she "do anything for him". He politely told her "no" and forced himself not to look at her, he could "feel" her next to him, plus after his little mental adventure with Gretta he admitted to himself that he was at the point in his life where helping someone out outweighed the chances of getting any "poon". Damn he was getting old!! So they chatted about work, family (she said she was single) the kindness of strangers and cars, her "real" car was a G35, oh well he was still happy he got the rental right.
It only took about twenty minutes to get everything changed and after getting the car off the jack he looked at her full length, she was as tall as him (without the heels), a mane of brunette hair and very green eyes. He decided that it was best to continue with the selfless service so he told her that if she could just make it about 5 miles without blowing out another tire she'd hit I-35 south. They both had a laugh and he could only think that some lucky guy knew what those lips tasted like and what lurked underneath the just so right red business dress.
As she got into the car she reached out and took his hand once more. This time he was not prepared for the literal shock. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His vision went white and he thought his ears would pop he heard her voice, "You are a good person and have a good soul Louis, more people in the world should be like you. For your act this evening and everything you have done in your life you will receive a gift, now go home to your family".
In a second he was standing ten feet in front of his truck and nothing was there. He looked up and down the road and no rental Buick. He quickly checked his hands and no dirt or grime from changing the tire. Lights came up on him and a truck stopped. The driver asked if he was "okay". Louis said yes and asked if he had passed a car on his way down the road, the driver told him "no" and then went on to ask if he'd been drinking. He assured him that he hadn't and then Louis thought what in the wide world of sports was he going to tell his wife for being late? With that he looked at his watch it showed 8:10.
He got in the truck and his clock on his radio confirmed that his watch was right. What the hell? In all of those stories people tell about abductions they loose time. He didn't loose anything, in fact it was like it didn't even happen at all. The short trip home was a blur; he tried to put the pieces together so it would make sense. Nothing did. As he pulled down the drive he knew that his next check up he had to mention Gulf War Syndrome to the doctor.
As he entered the house through the garage he was met by his nine year old daughter coming out of the bathroom still in her soccer uniform.
"Mom, there is a strange man in the house!"
Her mother in the living room grading her third grade classes math papers didn't even look up "that's your father Hunter the one all those pictures around the house".
She laughed as he fake laughed and hugged her, she told him that they "kicked butt" in the scrimmage and she got two goals and was robbed of a hat trick. He looked at her and knew in a few short years she was going to be trouble. She was going to be lean and mean, and with a brother only 17 months older she was just as tough as any boy. Leather and lace, fire and ice you name it Hunter was it.
Ethan called out from the game room, his almost 11 year old son was the all American boy, handsome, smart and gifted in the class room and on any field of play. He was playing PS2 baseball. "Dad, Coach Tony says you owe him 3 laps and 50 push up for tonight".
Louis stopped in the hall, "All that for missing a lousy fall ball practice?"
"No because he had to throw batting practice, Derrick's dad wasn't there either"
Louis mulled that at 42 he was out there at least twice a week throwing BP to 11 kids at 35 pitches each, let's see Zito or Santana do that at 42 on that kind of rest!
He entered the living room and his wife Misty looked up at him. She tried not to smile when she glanced at her watch, but she did. She was still a very good looking woman at 45. In their thirteen years of marriage they had rarely had a fight and while the activity in the bedroom had slowed down since the kids, they were still the best of friends, soul mates everyone told them.
She stretched and told him dinner was in the microwave; she then reached around and in a single motion removed her bra and pulled out from under her shirt. He was always amazed that she could do that, it was like magic. She sighed and gave the still very firm 36C's a gentle scratch.
"Yeah baby, let those dogs out to hunt!"
