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“Whoa, there little guy. You could get hurt running around here like that.” I chuckle before handing him over to his mother. His skin goes pale except for his cheeks that has become red, his eyes widen and he cast his face downward. His shoulders slump over, the energy he was just consumed with, lost. I almost feel the need to retract my words and apologize.
The old man shoots the kid a very stern look and the boy ducks his head in his mother’s shoulder. Shit, even my cheeks are on fire as I clear my throat. “How can I help you?”
“Ah, you know how it is. Getting older, getting cataracts.” He laughs. “Ah well, I skidded around a bend, I hit a deer and packed the young fella up in my trunk to give him a proper burial because the kids wouldn’t stop crying and now there’s blood everywhere. You couldn’t help an old man out with some detailing, could ya?”
“Tell you what, I’ll give it a test drive, test your shocks, see if you need an oil change.” I reach for the car door.
“No, no!” He sounds panicked and I look around in concern. He gestures toward the car with a slight upturn of the lips and a gravelly chuckle. “It’s just that, well, as an old man, you know accidents happen and I don’t want to expose you to… uh… you know? It’s just emba… just don’t go into my car!” The shift is immediate and I back away from the car with my hands up.
I get it, I’ve had my experience with the elderly and they can be pretty particular, to say the least, and I don’t want to give the guy a heart attack. “Okay, okay. I guess I’ll pop the hood and check it there.”
He shrugs in compliance. “There’s no need really, I just got them replaced but okay.”
I smile and nod. “So I’ll do my checks, make sure everything is running right and have this ready for you in a week. And next time, let your daughter drive,” I jest, referring to the children’s mom who looks to be in her early twenties.
She smiles and breaks eye contact with me while her six-year-old daughter hides behind her, clutching onto her waist. Shy kids. Shy family.
The old man chuckles. “She’s a real looker, ain’t she? I know it’s hard to believe but that woman is mine.” He sends me a warning look and I suppress the need to dry heave. I mean, if she’s over twenty-one who am I to judge, right? To each his own and all that jazz but how? I avert my eyes from them, not wanting to make them uncomfortable with my stares as math equations run through my mind at the speed of light.
“So, uh…” I clear my throat. “How are you gonna get home?” I ask.
“We’ll take a cab, right?” he asks his family. Again, how? Did he father those children? With what?
They nod at him, none of them speaking. Weird ass dynamic but harmless. I smile politely at them as they walk away, turning my back to allow myself to let out a shudder at the imagery I have of them possibly becoming romantically involved.
I’ll look at this car later. I walk back over to the car that I was working on earlier, spotting the pie and lunch Julissa left behind on the windshield before we rushed away in the back.
Biting into the pie, licking at the sweetness that oozes from the crust, my blood rushes straight to my cock at the memory of where I had been licking just moments before. I pull my phone from my pocket and dial her number. I know her lunchtime’s past, but maybe she’s dealt with whatever she had to and perhaps I can entice her to sneak away again for ten minutes. Fuck, at this rate, I might be tempted to leave the shop empty for a few minutes just to fuck her in her restaurant’s parking lot.
I’m biting in the pie as I wait for her to pick up on her end but I get her voicemail instead. Probably busy. That’s fine. I’ll just mess around with messages.
I smirk while I type, taking the last bite of the pie now.
‘Was it easy riding your bike back to work? Or did the seat of your bike against your wet pussy drive you mad? Did the tip stroke your clit? Did you rub yourself against the seat unsatisfied? Come back here, I’ll give you something to ride. Fill your pretty little hole so much. Fuck woman, come back so I can feel your tightness around my throbbing cock that’s so hard right now I’ll fuck you the minute you turn up.’
There, I sent it.
The thought of her slipping along the length of my dick is tightening my balls and underwear. She likes dirty messages like that but if I keep going I’m gonna drive my-damn-self crazy. I finish the sandwich she brought for lunch in two bites and drink some water from my tumbler and desperately return my attention to the car in front of me, to keep me from panting at the door, waiting for her to show up.
After a dirty message, she usually responds in less than five minutes. So I’ll make myself busy for five minutes. Those five minutes tick slowly by as I get in the driver’s seat of the car, pushing on the gas to test the engine, listen for any clanking, go back around and tighten up anything that’s gone loose. But man, it’s hard to concentrate, so fuck it, I call her back before the five minutes are up.
What’s got her so busy? I think of something that’s gonna piss her off which is only gonna rev up the excitement some more if she shows up here mad. I call her workplace.
“Hi, this is Anne from Anne’s Cafe,” her boss answers.
Oh shit. Maybe I should hang up. Nah, this is too hot. I’m playing with fire but I like it. “Hi, Anne. I can’t seem to get a hold of J… Katie on her phone. Could I speak to her for a minute?” Fuck, I almost said her actual name.I really should make it a point to call her Katie more, maybe when we’re role-playing, I muse.
“Sir, I haven’t seen Katie since lunch. So if you happen to see her before me, tell her to get her ass back to work for me, will ya?” she says.
“Uh… thanks,” I respond with my heart in my mouth. What? That’s unlike Julissa, well the new Julissa, “Katie.” Especially with our whole situation. Come to think of it, we always answer our phones or make an effort to call the other back once we see the missed call to make sure each other knows we’re alright. So this doesn’t sit right with me. Maybe I missed something. My mind runs back to earlier when she was spooked. Did she see something I didn’t see? Someone?
Hold on. Calm down, idiot. I scratch at my eyelid. Maybe her pussy was wet after all when she left me and she decided to have the other guys satisfy her. Lucky bastards. I call Axel and the thought of them together is maddening. Axel is a fun time and now I’m tempted by the imagery of them both. “Hey Axe.” My throat’s parched.
“Hey Stud, what’s up?” he responds.
“Is Julissa with you?” I’m fired up at giving into the idea of actually stealing those fifteen minutes from work and fucking them both.
I internally beg for him to say yes and he responds to my breathiness with a laugh. “Are you alright?”
