This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination. Although this story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in.
I have to thank jlakehead for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. Although it never fails, when I get my work back from my editor I always have to change something so any mistakes are mine.
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The other day, I was wandering around that big box hardware store across town. I was looking for some tools for the workshop and ran into an old friend. I hadn't seen Mat for what seemed like eighteen or twenty years, so naturally we were standing there blocking the aisle and talking. To save getting dirty looks from the other shoppers, we decided we would go to the nearest coffee shop and continue catching up with each other's lives. Once there, it took a little over four hours before we got caught up. Of course when we parted there were promises to keep in touch, etc, that would probably never happen, but it was nice to see him again.
I met Mat way back when we had apprenticed to be pipe-fitters. We got into the trade at about the same time, so we went to the trade schools together. We managed to be in all of the same classes, which came in handy having a study buddy that you could talk to easily. We also both worked out of the same union hall during that time, and the two of us managed to work on a few job sites together. At that time with spending so much time together at school and work, we had become friends.
In the coffee shop, we had a good time catching up with each others lives. I won't tell you what we talked about that day, but by the time we parted we knew what our respective family's had been up too since we last saw each other those twenty years ago. When I got home that night I spent a lot of time thinking about what had transpired, between Mat, his wife Rashel (pronounced, Rah-shell), me, and to a lesser part my wife, a long time ago. There were some pretty fond memories there, and thinking of them was starting to give me a hard on.
The times I was mostly reminiscing about started a short time after we had finished our apprenticeship. The two of us found ourselves at the union hall looking for work. We were hoping to pick a slip for a job in a pulp mill that was expanding. At that time, work was fairly scarce, so anything we could get would be a blessing. That job was expected to last from six to eight months, and since work was so hard to get just then, if a guy could get hired on, it would be like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
As the callout went along, we both were disappointed as the dayshift jobs went pretty fast to guys ahead of us on the list. All they had left was nightshift by the time they got close to our names, so we both made the quick decision to grab those. At least we were going to be working for six months or so.
When we got our slips from the dispatcher we compared notes and we decided to save a few bucks and car pool together. The job site was a three hour drive from our home area, so car pooling would not only save a few bucks, but we would have some company to make the trip less boring.
While we planned these things out I was surprised when I found out Mat had moved, and now lived in the same area as I did. His acreage was only ten miles from mine and closer to the city than I was. I followed him home to see his place, so I knew where to pick him up when we made that first trip to camp. Once we got there, he introduced me to his wife Rashel and their two kids. Like all guys that see their friend with a good looking woman who has a knock out body, I wondered to myself how a guy like Mat had managed to hook up with such a hot little babe like her.
Mat and I were both a bit more on the plain side, than on the good looking side of things. Oh, kids wouldn't run away from us, but models wouldn't swoon over us either, that's for sure. I was just a bit over six feet tall and Mat was a few inches shorter. We both were slim, and the work we did kept us in fairly good shape, so that was one point in our favour, anyway. Rashel was a petite thing; about five foot two, fairly slim. Hell, I bet she didn't weigh more than one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Need I add she was really cute and blessed with a great figure with all her curves in the right spots, even after having their two kids.
One of the first things I noticed, as Mat and I had a coffee, was Rashel's personality. She possessed a devilish sense of humour and was quite outgoing, with a bubbly personality. I tell you, she definitely was not shy in the least. As she ran about taking care of their two toddlers, she was keeping up a running conversation and joking around with the two of us. By the way she acted, I could see she had boundless energy and knew she would be the life of the party type of girl.
By the time I got home, I just barely had time to get supper on the table before Alice, my wife, got home from work. I gave her the good news about getting the job, and that made her day. She was happy we could pad our bank account some, even if the work was out of town and she wouldn't see me for two weeks at a time.
That was the only problem with this job. It involved working eleven, ten-hour shifts, and then only getting three days off. But, like I said, the money was too good to pass up. So, even if I was grumbling about the hours, I couldn't complain too much because I knew I could still be unemployed and not making any money at all.
Two days later I picked up Mat and his gear, and we headed off to the job site. Our shifts started at 7:30 at night and went to 6:00 in the morning, with a half-hour lunch at 12:30, and two coffee breaks. It took a few days, but we soon got into the routine of working those hours and sleeping during the day.
One bonus about being on night shift was that we found we almost had four days off, instead of three. That was because we could leave for work about 3:00 PM on Monday afternoon and get to work in plenty of time for the start of the shift. Plus, those days we got to go home, if we didn't have a sleep that day, we had the extra time to enjoy our home life. Heck, we were young, and missing a little sleep so we could reset our body clocks for home, or work never was much of a problem.
When we could, Mat and I hung around together at the camp, meeting in the mess hall and in the recreation area for a few pool games before work. On the job, we didn't see too much of each other because I was working in the power house and he was across the site in the paper plant.
About the end of the first rotation in camp, we had become familiar enough with each other to be classified as good friends. Like all guys with their friends, we even were talking about our sex lives. After all, working away from home was hard on the love life and we were now lacking the regular action with our wives.
I once told Mat jokingly, we had gone from having actual sex to just having oral sex. When he asked what I meant by that, I told him that the only sex we had in camp was talking about it, so that made it oral sex.
Like all horny guys, when we were headed home, we bragged about how we were going to ravish our wives and specifically how we were going to do it. On the second trip home, I was boasting about how animated Alice got in bed when she was horny, and how she wore me out on the nights I came home from these out of town jobs.
