- I enjoyed that peek moment
- I enjoyed that peek moment – 2
“I enjoyed that peek moment” Part-2 Continues……
At some point I had filled her pussy to overflowing, all of which she moments later emptied back upon me, along with the couch, the cushions and even the floor with the cascade of her own flowing juices. I could have cared less. I was delirious myself with pleasure, feeling her as she again came, squirting even more the second time if that was possible than she had the first, drenching us both in what felt like a warm summer shower beneath the rain.
After a time, after we’d recovered, we soon after stumbled upstairs to my loft where we again fucked, where she again soaked the sheets on my bed, and where the two of us soon after fell comfortably asleep in one another’s arms anyway.
In the morning as she fixed us both a breakfast of bacon and eggs along with fresh coffee, I radioed down to the store and let Thomas and Stella know I’d be late, and that I had a cus Thomas er I was in the process of taking care of. Mila looked back over her shoulder, wearing nothing but an old apron I for some reason had had lying about. One of my exes perhaps, though I didn’t recall ever seeing her wearing it.
It looked great on Mila however, and had already given me rise as I looked over scoping out her exposed ass as she stood at the stove. She winked, licking her lips and then gave her own thumb a blowjob as she stood turning the bacon. I then added that it might not be until well into the afternoon before I finally showed up.
I heard Stella laugh in the background, telling me it was about damn fucking time that I had gotten laid again, and that she’d been seriously considering doing it herself just so I’d get back into being in a better mood than I’d been in lately.
I even laughed at Thomas as he relayed my message back to her, warning her that Thomas or no Thomas, if she didn’t watch what she was saying, I’d take her up on it.
They then told me to enjoy myself, and not even bother coming in. I didn’t. But I had a pretty good idea, that until they heard the bell on the front door, most likely the two of them would be in the back fucking one another’s brains out anyway.
After we had eaten breakfast and of course had fucked again, I drove down to Mila’s car, pulled it out of the trees, changed the tire and secured her front bumper well enough that she could safely drive it again. She then gave me a nice slow prolonged blow-job right there at the side of the road,
several cars passing by on their way up the canyon, rubbernecking at what I am sure looked to be like a just recent accident, though her car was now drivable. I wondered if any of them had caught the two of us just standing within the tree line with my dick in her mouth as they passed by. Frankly, I could have cared less.
I soon after said goodbye, getting her number just before she left with the promise that she’d come up and see me again as soon as she had the chance to do so, and after her car had been repaired.
After seeing her off, I drove home and promptly collapsed into bed, the smell of her still fresh within the sheets as I drifted off into a deep dreamless slumber.
**
On the following Tuesday just after sundown I was preparing to close up the store and head for home. During the week, on Tuesday and Wednesday, I covered the full shift by myself, though I did have one other part time person who usually worked with me then as Thomas and Stella had those days off.
Having already sent Melinda home, I ran around closing up. It was rare we ever got any new cusThomasers after sundown anyway, and I was anxious to get home myself now. It had been a long day, and I was honestly tired, and once again a little bit irritable as I’d been hoping to have heard from Mila by now, though I hadn’t. I’d pretty much decided that was a one time shot perhaps, and that it was very likely she’d had second thoughts about getting it on with me as easily as she had.
I was just rounding the bend, the same spot where I had the weekend before I ran into her when I glanced up and saw yet another car likewise having run off into the same ditch, or so it seemed. Though this time it looked to be like a simple pull out, something I could have done quite easily with just the truck I was driving. For a moment I actually hoped it might have been Mila, though the car was obviously a different one, as was the woman who suddenly stepped out of it waving me down.
I sighed. Though in a hurry to get home myself, this was a quick and easy few bucks I could make, ten, perhaps fifteen minutes tops and I’d have her out heading back down the mountain.
“Oh thank god! I was wondering if I’d be stuck here all night,” she told me. “My cell phone won’t work up here!”
“Yeah I know,” I said, climbing out to have a look, which is when I noticed the flat tire on her car. Another then minutes, a few more bucks perhaps, and I’d still have her on her way again.
“Where’s your spare?” I asked. She looked down at the back of the car.
“On there,” she said with an embarrassed look on her face. “I’ve been meaning to get the other tire fixed, guess I should have huh?” she asked.
Now we had no choice. I’d have to drive back up to the cabin, get the tow truck, and then drive her down to the store. From there, she’d have to call in and get someone to either bring her out a new tire, or make further arrangements. Even the two hundred I’d ask for towing all the way back into town didn’t seem worthwhile at the moment.
“Get in,” I told her, letting her know that we’d need to drive up to my cabin in order to get the tow truck and take her back down to the store. She was relieved of course as she slipped in beside me, and during the short ride up to my cabin had seemed friendly enough, soon easing my irritation with her light-hearted banter. She reminded me of someone else as I pulled into the drive.
“Is there a restroom I could use? And maybe something to drink?” She asked hopefully.
I was glad for the sudden reprieve, even if it was only a short one. As I pointed her up the stairs to the bathroom, and then poured each one of us a glass of wine, she returned moments later taking a seat across from me on the couch. “Do you mind if I take my shoes off for a minute?” She asked. “My feet are killing me!”