He opened his eyes to the darkness. " Jesus Christ!" he thought to himself. He leaned over the pillow to check the alarm clock . 4:17 AM it screamed in it's lighted display.
Why did he even bother setting the alarm for 7. He couldn't remember the last time he slept that long.
He swung his legs over the end of his bed and felt his bare feet hit the soft coat of his trusty golden retriever. She rolled to her side as he began to massage her ample belly with his feet. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled into the top of her head. In his cynicism, that has become more a part of his life since his divorce, he believed that his dog slept there all night just to get the massage in the morning. He looked down at her and spoke to her in a quiet, just about audible voice, "you're the only one who ever gave a fuck about me."
He finished his climb out of bed, turned and flipped the covers back up over the pillow and, poof, the empty queen sized bed was made. One of the benefits of sleeping alone was that it was easy to make the bed behind you.
He stumbled into the bathroom, flipping the light on and partially blinding himself when it fired up. He glanced into his mirror, rubbing his face with his right hand. He immediately decided he wasn't shaving today. Rejoicing in his decision making process. Another benefit of the divorce, the sound of any criticisms ceased when she moved out. In his over 50 years of life, he had always though of himself as being his own man. Not a tough guy or anything, far from it. But slowly, over the years, he felt his self esteem melt away. Looking back, he couldn't point to any specific action or incident that would enable him to say to himself, that's where it started. But five years earlier, as he stood in this very spot, staring at himself in the mirror, he realized, I'm dead inside. There's nothing I care about. Not even my wife.
During his shower he thought to himself that he'd stop at the 7-eleven for his coffee and maybe one of those sausage and muffin things that they have. He dressed and walked out of his front door in the cool fall morning. Hunting season soon, he thought, can't wait to get back into the woods. It's where he found his peace, his best peace.
As he turned into the parking lot at the 7-eleven he first noticed the little Miata sitting on a funny angle. Then he saw this striking young woman, probably in her early 30's he figured, she was obviously distressed. "Poor Kid" he thought. He got out of his truck, needing that coffee bad. He was walking past the hot red sports car, and had all intentions of continuing into the store, when he made eye contact with her and looked into those pleading eyes. He cursed silently to himself and heard himself say, "What's the problem?"
"I have a flat and have no idea how to change it." She answered.
"Tell you what, go in and get us a cup of coffee and I'll see what I can do out here"
Her eyes fluttered and looked down, he realized by the way she reacted she didn't have any money. "My treat" he told her, and handed her a ten dollar bill. She hesitated for a second and he said "Go 'head take it, it's ok, you want the goddamned tire changeddoncha?" His Brooklyn accent was always heavier when he was tired.
By the time she came out with the coffee and donuts, she bought donuts with the change, he had the car up on the jack and flat off. He watched with one eye as she stuffed the first donut into her mouth. She felt a little better as the sugar began to enter her system and just began to talk.
"I'm Dee ..err..Deborah" she said.
He looked up from the flat tire and said gruffly.. "yeah how are ya? I'm Eddie."
She started to tell him how she came home and found her husband banging her best friend and neighbor in their bed. She left in the clothes she worked in last night. Grabbing nothing, not even make-up or money. She told him she had no where to go. She was a transplant from Wisconsin, all her family was out there. Her tale of betrayal hit home. He felt the old anger and sadness well up inside him. He tasted it in the back of his throat.
"Listen" he said "I live right near here. I have to go to work, and I don't really know why I'm doing this but, follow me back home and I'll let you in. Take a shower, there's stuff in the house to eat and get some sleep. If you feel funny about all this, when you're done, leave the keys in the garage and good luck to you. I have a couple of spare bedrooms, just don't use mine. If you're there when I get home tonight we'll figure out what to do. But in the meantime, you definitely need some sleep."
She stood there speechless. Who's this old pervert and why is he being so nice to me. But there was a sadness and honor about him that made her feel easy. So she agreed and he slammed the hubcap back on the wheel and he motioned for her to follow him. When they got to the house, he let her in the side door, took the house keys off of his ring and gave them to her and told her to make herself at home. He took a couple of steps towards his truck and turned back to the door, stuck his hand in his pocket, peeled off fifty bucks and handed to her. He told her she might need it to get some things like underwear and make-up. He also told her in the back room there was a dresser with some of his wife's things she didn't take with her and oh, by the way, don't mind the dog, she'll warm up to you, her name is Dusty.
He got back in his truck and drove away. He was already 20 minutes late for work and he was 20 minutes away. Sometime it's good to be the boss. He looked in his rear view and saw her standing in the door. She looked totally confused. He wondered how much of his stuff would be there by the time he got home. He laughed at himself for the stupidity he just exhibited.
She watched him drive down the street and make the right turn out of sight. She lingered in the doorway a few more seconds and then stepped back and closed the door. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen and then into the living room. She was surprised how neat everything was, considering a guy lived here by himself.
She walked through the house going from room to room. "Bedroom" she said to herself. " 'nother bedroom, hmmm.........this must be his room." She started looking around his room, just being a little nosey. Trying to figure out a man who would let someone he didn't know into his house and then drive off.
She caught her reflection in his dresser mirror. She looked tired. She was tired. She worked all night at the GM plant. "funny", she thought. I still have my job and he lost his. She actually had more seniority than he did. But that just left him alone all night with the horny, predatory bitch living right next store.
Every step she took around the house, was copied by the dog, who shadowed her around the rooms. Funny thing about retrievers, very loyal, very loud bark, but would probably lick an intruder to death.
She found a closet filled with towels and linens. She reached for two of them, one baby blue one and one peach colored. She walked into the bathroom and noticed, right off, the Jacuzzi tub. She immediately started running water for the tub, foregoing the shower she needed so badly. When the water level reached the point where the jets were now beginning to submerge, she poured some shampoo into the water and hit the button that started the jets pulsating into the still filling tub. In a matter of no time the pile of suds were astonishingly inviting her into the hot steamy cauldron of pure relaxation. She began to undress. She had no choice but to watch herself in the mirrors that, seemingly to her, were placed strategically around the bathroom.
"I knew this guy was a pervert!" she said out loud, chuckling.
Still, for a woman her age, she looked pretty good. She admired her still stunning curves and ample breast.
"Thirty-six and still not bad." Again out loud, with no one to hear.
She stepped into the steaming tub and made the futile attempt to sit right down. Wincing just a bit, when the hot water hit her ass, and then her vagina. She finally sank all the way in and leaned against the back of the tub wall. It was a nice tub, big enough for two. Triangle shaped, with at least a dozen jets streaming the water at her from all manner of angles.
She closed her eyes and began to replay the days events. And it was still only 9 in the morning! Her mind took her back to her bedroom. Watching her best friend riding her husband's dick, unfuckingbelievable! Seeing it in her minds eye again, started her now sensitive pussy, to react in a way she didn't really need it to, at this point. She turned her body in the tub, and without realizing it, put her crotch directly into one of the streams pulsating out of the jet and directly onto her clit. She jumped at first, almost indignantly, but once the sensation of the water on her privates began to take it's toll, she relaxed and let the electric shocks of lust sweep up her pelvis, into her stomach, eventually heating up her neck and ears. She shut the water off with her foot and began to drift into a heightened state of her own awareness. Her hand, almost like a reflex action, went directly to her breast. She began to pinch and pull at it. She would alternately cup and stroke her tits and then go back to pinching and pulling at her now erect nipples. She heard herself moan, it'd been a long time since she felt like moaning. She noticed a dial on the top of the tub rim. As she turned it to the right, it increased the pulsating action of the jets. The one aimed at her neatly shaved pussy kicked into high gear and nearly caused her to pass out. Her body slid down the side of the tub as her hands grasp the rim to keep her head above water.
"Oh my, my, my.........this could be interesting," she thought. When she re-settled into her original position, lined up perfectly with the jet, it only took a few seconds before another moan escape her partially opened mouth. She also realized that if she lifted her shoulders just a little out of the water, so that she could expose her nipples to surface of the wave action, the movement of the water did a great job of massaging them and keeping the erect and excitingly sensitive. This freed her hands up for other things. Her fingertips made their way down her flat stomach and into her pubic mound, neatly trimmed of course, but not completely shaved.
"If you wants a bald pussy, you can go fuck a twelve year old! That's if you could out think her of course." She told her husband more than once. She made herself laugh with that one. Her laugh was cut short by another wave of passion sweeping up from her twat.
Her hands now began to spread her pussy lips apart. As another area became exposed to the onrushing water, another wave swept over her. She could feel the makings of a long overdue orgasm beginning to take hold. She took the pointer and middle finger of her right hand and slowly starting to compliment the action of the jet on her clit. Her lower lip began to quiver, and the ringing in her ears started to drown out the motor driving the jets. She found that in her sexual life there was a point of no return. And right at this moment she was quickly approaching it. Her right hand was now totally abusing her clit which was also being pounded by the stream of charged water. Her body began to seize up like a prisoner being tazzed. Her mouth began to slip under the surface of the water as she convulsed into the first of her orgasms. She held off as long as she could, her ears were now screaming. She inserted her two fingers inside her pussy and actually felt the walls of her vagina grabbed them. She gushed fluid. In her mind, her orgasm pushed back against the tide of the jet stream. A river of wonder meeting the ocean of calm.
The ecstasy of the orgasm barely subsided, when the sensation of the next one was already well on the way. Before she could relax, the second one hit. It was more intense than the first one, but shorter in duration. She bucked and rolled under the cover of the bubbles. She was determined to hold onto this feeling until she couldn't anymore. She tore at her clit even harder, rubbing like a lunatic. All the while keeping her pussy aimed at the powerful jet slamming away at her vagina. The third and fourth orgasm seemed to hit her simultaneously, nearly causing her to faint!
"Oh my God!", she screamed over and over, Louder and louder, until the dog ran away in fear.
Another orgasm was making it's way down the chute, the last one, as it turned out. Again causing her to clinch every muscle in her body, fighting off it's release until she could almost feeling it subside before it got there. She held still for a moment, and then savagely attacked her clit again. The ringing in her ears and the blackness closing in from all sides of her field of vision, signaled that this one was going to be a real beaut.
The growl started in the deep back of her throat, she closed her eyes tightly and felt the craziness begin to erupt from all of her pores. She arched her back out of the water and into the suds of her bubble bath. And it tore lose. She thrashed around for what seemed like minutes. Ebbing and flowing on the tide of her lustiness. Finally, finally she stopped cuming. She relished in the "cool down" of her wonton abuse of her womanhood. Feeling every part of her party beginning to take control of itself again. When all was calm again, she reached up and turned off the Jacuzzi and soaked in the still hot water. She closed her eyes and congratulated herself on a job well done.
"If you want anything done right...you have to do it yourself!" She chortled. The calmness that encircled her, after every bout of sex, began to settle in. She could feel her eyes getting heavier. In a moment she was asleep. Lost in her post orgasmic nap, and drifting into a peaceful reverie.
...to be continued.
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