'Man, its cold out here,' Michael thought as he pulled his truck out of the hardware store driveway, starting the long ride home. Frowning at the early darkness, and wishing for the longer days of spring and summer, he pulled on the headlights. He had grown up here in the mountains that surrounded Salt Lake City.
Michael had thought about moving many times but this is where his heart was. It had been a long day, handling the many tedious problems of the condo tenants. So many new faces lately; people from all parts of the country, some just vacationing, and some deciding to make the mountains home. Lost in thought as he drove, one special face came to mind, drawing a lustful smile to his face. 'I wonder if she would have dinner with me?', Michael thought, knowing it was against the rules to get involved with the tenants. But she wasn't a condo tenant, just a visitor.
Since taking on the job of maintenance for Parkview West, repair orders seemed to more than double compare to the last maintenance man records. The women in the condo community seem to find things that needed his attention, hanging around, posing and primping. He like his job and wanted to keep it, and the condo he was given with the job was cherry; so he just played along with verbal innuendos. There was too much to lose, especially if a jealous husband or boyfriend were to ever find out how their women acted with Michael in the room.
Michael was the fantasy man that the elusive elite women dreamed about. He had his flashing 'boy-next-door' smile and deep, teasing laugh that could send shivers down any red blood woman's spine. That 'V'-shaped, broad-shouldered back, smiling, sparkling deep blue eyes, and sandy-colored sun-streaked hair added to mouthwatering lust. He was average in height, but had strong, lean muscles that moving under his clothes, blessings from being athletic and his Scandinavian genes. Aware that he was being undressed with their eyes usually brought out his playful nature.
But her, that one woman, she seemed unreachable, he thought. Michael remembered their first meeting when Jennie Carter had asked him to stop by about some repairs. To him she was a vision. Not very tall, smooth, lightly tanned skin, larger breasts, full luscious hips and the round cheeks of her butt, would fit nicely in his hands, he smirked to himself. Kara was her name with hair of deep auburn, expressive large green eyes, and a mouth made to be devoured. Her shy nature showed in her ready smile, Michael noticed the ever so slight quiver of her lips as her smile widened.
Kara Simons was visiting her best friend, Jennie Carter, for the winter. Saving enough vacation time and with a short leave of absence she would be able to stay until the end of March. She had answered Jennie's door in an oversized, deep, dark green sweater that fell off one shoulder, jeans that fit like a second skin, and barefoot.
Michael chuckled as he picture one of those fairytale wood nymphs. And here she was standing in the door with that warm, shy smile. Her voice was throaty and sensual that zinged down his spine and up again, "Hi Michael," she started, ". "Jennie told me you'd be by to fix the kitchen disposal."
My God, he had thought, does she have any idea how much of a turn on it was just hearing that voice. She walked with him to the kitchen, offering a cup of hot chocolate. He politely declined and started working, hoping that the bulge that started in his jeans wouldn't be noticed.
Still thinking about that first meeting he drove on. While he worked on the disposal, Kara continued chopping veggies and fresh spices for the stew she was making. She told Michael that cooking was calming for her. Pausing now and then, she'd watch him work, answering some of the usual questions. When he asked her why spend her vacation here, Kara explained that she needed a change from the southern winter, wanted to see snow again.
She chuckled softly as she spoke of her childhood with her friends running and playing in the snow. She talked about how she and Jennie had met years ago when she had lived in Salt Lake. Kara told Michael that she missed the ocean and the sun-warmed beaches and had moved to a small town on the eastern coast of Florida. She and Jennie had kept in touch over the years and whenever Kara needed a break from all the sand and sun, she would stay with Jennie for a month or so and vice versa.
'Man, how did I ever miss you,' Michael thought to himself, as she spoke of the clubs she and Jennie had gone to when she had lived here. Trying to keep his mind on his work and not those soft mounds under that soft sweater, he had rolled so his back faced her, needed to hide that ever growing bulge. "Well," adding the last of the potatoes to the pot, "I'll leave you to your disposal," Kara said, "if you need anything, I'll be in the other room." She left the kitchen with fresh hot chocolate and headed off to the living room. Michael eyes fixed on that cute tight ass.
Just around the corner from home brought Michael's attention back into focus, more aware now of the hardness in his jeans and the affect she had on him.
He wanted her desperately, not like other women in his past; she brought out something in him that wanted to keep her safe. She seemed so shy, not delicate, and almost wary of people. He would need to be a total gentleman, a casual night on the town. Maybe dinner and a movie he thought something middle of the road. If all went well, then he would follow with a romantic evening of dinner and slow, close dancing. He smiled to himself as he pulled into the condo complex. He noticed the lights were on in Jennie Carter's condo, but Jennie's car wasn't there. 'I hope she's there alone,' he thought, 'this would be the perfect time to ask Kara out to dinner and that movie.'
Parking his truck, he got out, pulled his collar closer to his neck. The blast of cold air was as effective as a cold shower in cooling him down. He took the stairs two at a time, caught his breath before knocking at the door. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened and Jennie stepped out. "Oh hi Michael is there something you forgot the other day," Jennie smiled as she asked.
