I was beat. I had been on the road for fourteen hours wrestling that truck down the highway and all I wanted to do was get home. Well, I say home but it�s more like my home away from home. She knew about my wife and kids but we had made a comfortable life together here. We both knew the limitations, had faced them a long time ago and decided we would just make the best of it. And it really wasn�t bad. I was here for about three days every other week, usually on a weekend. We had plenty of time together and while we knew that someday this may end we were very happy with what we had. There was no pressure to do any more than what we were doing.
I heard the front door open and close and the sound of groceries being sat on the kitchen table. I hadn�t made the shower, just barely made it to the bed where I collapsed and slept the sleep of the dead. Well, almost anyway. I was still tired but I thought I could function for awhile anyway. I had pulled off my shirt and jeans and boots and dropped them beside the bed. She wouldn�t like that too much but it was too late now to do anything about it. As I lay on the bed wearing only my boxers I slipped in and out of sleep. I heard her moving around in the kitchen then the living room, and finally I heard her footsteps at the bedroom door.
I was sitting on the sofa watching the fire and listening to the silence. The only sound I could hear was the shower running and the occasional pop of the wood burning. I was getting drowsy again and was about to nod off when she walked into the room and stood before me.
I pulled that blue Kenworth into the road yard and dropped my trailer and refueled. I know she saw me drive by, her window faced the lot. She was a dispatcher for the company I drove for. It was how we met.
As I passed by her window a second time leaving the yard I saw her glance up at me and blow me a kiss. Even from this far away you could see how cute she was. Not too bad for a 40 year old I thought to myself as I gave a couple of tugs on the air horn. She held up two fingers to let me know it�d still be a couple of hours before she got home. I nodded and shifted as I turned in front of the building and headed out the gate. Just enough time to get a hot shower and a quick nap. Or maybe just the nap. Man, I was beat.
"Bill?" she whispered.
"Yeah, babe." I said.
"Just wanted to see if you�re asleep."
I laughed. "Well if I was you would have woken me up asking me that."
She laughed too. "Are you hungry?"
"Actually, yeah I am. I haven�t had anything to eat since about 4:30 this morning."
"Why don�t you take a shower while I fix dinner."
"Okay."
"And Bill?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Pick these clothes up off of the floor before I throw them out the window."
"Um, okay," I said, turning over, "Sorry." I watched her walk down the hall. Those tight black jeans snug against her bottom still looked good. I felt a stirring down in my boxers. Well, at least all of me wasn�t asleep!
The hot water rolled over my neck and down my back. My muscles ached and the water and the steam were slowly loosening them. Later I�d get Kerri to rub them. She had magical hands and could make all the aches and pains disappear. I stepped out of the shower and the smells from the kitchen hit me. I don�t know what she was fixing but it smelled delicious. I quickly pulled on a pair of sweat pants, a long sleeve t-shirt and a old pair of Reeboks. I brushed my hair back and headed down the hall.
There was a fire going in the fireplace and two places sat on the coffee table. The stereo was playing music softly and there were a lot of candles burning around the room. I walked into the kitchen and stood there watching her. She moved from the sink to the stove and must have caught my reflection in the oven door because she turned towards me.
"Hi." She said.
"Hi yourself."
I walked over to her and she reached out to me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body into mine. We kissed, deeply and passionately. We held each other, neither wanting to part from the other. All of a sudden the timer on the oven started buzzing and we both jumped. I released my grasp on her and as she turned I walked back into the living room. I turned and looked over my shoulder at her bottom as she bent over to get dinner out of the oven.
We sat on the floor and ate, our elbows touching. We watched the fire and talked about nothing important. There was an electricity in the air that gave a sense of a quiet, yet overwhelming passion. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her but we never hurried it. We had learned a long time ago that it wasn�t just the act of intercourse that made up lovemaking, it was everything before and after too.
I finished up the last of my meal and leaned back against the sofa. Watching the fire, I began to feel relaxed and comfortable. It was sense of being home and knowing there would be no pressures or interruptions from the outside world. I always thought of this as her home, but I knew she thought of it as ours. She had decorated it, she lived here alone most of the time. There was very little in it that showed I lived here. We had never discussed it and didn�t really think of it in those terms, it was just the way it was.
She stood up and reached for my plate and carried it into the kitchen. I got up and followed her. "Why don�t you go take your shower and I�ll do the dishes." I said.
"You sure? I know you�re tired."
"I think I can manage the dishes."
"Well, I wasn�t sure. You�re just a big, dumb truck driver." She laughed.
"Yeah, well, I know when and where to park my rig!"
Her eyes narrowed. "Is that a vague sexual reference"
"Yeah, it is. Want me to say it plainer? Hey, mama, you wanna fu�"
"I got it big boy!" She laughed again and turned and walked out of the kitchen. I watched as her hips swayed and moved those black jeans. As good as she looked in them, she looked better out of them. I hurried on with the dishes.
"Hi." She said.
My eyes opened. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still wet.
"You look like you�re about to fall asleep."
"Well, the fire and all, I guess I was getting sleepy."
"Maybe this will wake you up." she said, opening her robe. She was naked under her robe. She shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I always loved seeing her naked. Her breasts were just the right size, the nipples large and a dark pink in color. The area around them a lighter pink.
I let my eyes wander down her abdomen, across her belly button, an "inny", and on down to the dark triangle of hair. She kept trimmed short and I could see the puffy outer lips of her vagina. I could already feel the stirrings of an erection.
Tonight would be a night of sex. Tomorrow we would spend time together teasing, flirting, and laughing. Perhaps dinner out and a long evening of lovemaking. But tonight, oh tonight, there would be fireworks! Pure unadulterated sex and passion.
She stepped towards me and stopped with her legs straddling mine. I leaned forward, burying my face in her pubic hair, smelling her lust. I reached behind her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her in closer. Her hands reached out and I felt her fingers brushing through my hair. She pulled me in closer as she parted her legs some more. I slid my tongue into her and tasted her wetness. She let out a small gasp. I dug deeper trying to get all the way in but couldn�t from that position.
I slid to the floor and pulled her forward. Her knees bent down on the sofa and she held the back with her hands. I tilted my head up and into her and began licking and sucking. I swirled my tongue around her clitoris and sucked her inner lips. The juices started flowing out of her faster and I lapped them up and swallowed them. She was moaning louder now and I increased my speed. I lifted both hands and grabbed her butt again and pulled her hard down upon my mouth. Moving from clit to lips and back again I ate her. I shoved my tongue deep into her and she let out a scream. Fluid gushed out of her and into my mouth, down my chin and shirt. Her orgasm weakened her and she collapsed onto me, kissing my mouth, ignoring her juices there. I could feel the juices still pouring out of her and soaking my pants. Our tongues circled as our lips ground together.
Then her head pulled back. She looked at me and smiled. She began to grind herself into my hard cock. I pressed up against her, my cock straining against the material of my pants. She pressed harder against me and soon I felt more of her cum soaking me through my pants. She reached out and pulled my shirt over my head and moved off of my legs and then tugged my pants down my legs and over my feet. My dick, free from the encumbrance of my pants stood straight up, hard and ready for action.
She leaned forward and licked a drop of precum from the tip. She licked the underside from the bottom to the top and then circled the head with her tongue. Her mouth slid down the shaft and I felt the warm wetness. She began to squeeze my balls as her mouth began to slide up and down. I watched her head bob and felt her tongue as it swirled over my cock. With her other hand she grabbed my dick and began an up and down motion that matched that of her mouth. It was my turn to push forward. She increased her movements and I felt the pressure building in me, she must have felt it to because she stopped and squeezed the base. I fell back against the sofa and closed my eyes, breathing heavily.
"Not quite yet, big boy." She said. She stood up and held out her hand. "Let�s head to the other room."
I stood, my legs a little unsteady and walked towards the bedroom, turning out lights as I went. When I got there she was laying on the bed, legs open and inviting. I kneeled down on the foot of the bed and crawled towards her. I moved between her legs and placed my hands above her shoulders. Pressing against her my dick pushed past her lips and into her pussy. She was so wet and warm. I began a slow steady movement in and out of her. She reached up and pulled me down and we began to kiss. I increased my speed and she pulled her legs up, and around me.
I raised myself up and began to pump harder and faster. Then suddenly I stopped, my prick buried deep inside of her. I slowly pulled back until just the tip was in her. I didn�t move. She began to wiggle. Still I didn�t move. She reached out and grabbed my hips and tried to pull me in. But I didn�t move.
Then slowly, very slowly I began to move. In and out. In and out. Just the tip brushing past her inner lips. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. In and out. In and out.
Her back arched up and she let out a cry. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. And then I felt it. Her cum shot out of her pussy, hitting my balls and dripping down onto the bed. I shoved my dick as far as I could into her and began to pump wildly. My balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her. She was crying out my name. Faster and faster I moved. Pressing deep and hard into her.
She reached her hands up and raked her fingernails across my chest. As the tips brushed across my nipples I felt a shock run through me and I began to ejaculate. My cum pumped into her and as it�s warmth spread through her she began to cry out. I filled her with my sperm, feeling as if it would never stop. But all too soon it did and I rocked back and sat on the bed between her legs.
We were both breathing hard. I sat there and watched her, a flush across her chest, nipples hard, her eyes closed. I looked between her legs and watched in fascination as her pussy continued to cum. She flexed it and my sperm, mingled with her own ejaculate pushed out of her pussy and flowed down the crack of her ass.
When it stopped I crawled up beside her and lay down on my back. She rolled towards me and I wrapped my arm around her as she laid her head on my chest. We fell asleep, holding each other tight.
