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Coming home from travel, Robin gets frisky, and the girls act up.
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Arriving at Dulles International and going through customs with my boss definitely felt awkward. Here we were trying to act normal, and I was getting hard just from being around her. She was the oldest woman I’d ever been with, almost 35 years old, and had been a complete wild woman in bed. She’d come for me like a string of Black-cat firecrackers. Bang. Bang. Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
How’d I’d act around her at work was already a huge concern on my part. Equally so on her part, I imagined.
We made it through the endless waiting, and loaded her car. She’d offered to give me a ride home when we left, and I’d accepted, not wanting anyone to have to drive all the way out to the airport, since Chris and I only lived a few miles apart.
“Stop that,” she blurted, about 20 minutes into the drive.
Hunh? I hadn’t been doing anything. “Stop what?”
“Stop looking at me like that! Jesus, Jack, everyone’s going to know.”
I realized she was right. I’d been sitting sideways in the chair, just looking at her. Wondering how I’d missed the signs. She was so pretty, so hot, so wild. And I thought she was mostly just another number pushing middle manager.
“Sorry. This is going to be hard, you know. When I look at you, I see you last night, in bed, and, well, you can imagine how I feel,” I confessed.
“Please, Jack. Don’t. We agreed,” she said softly.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
We rode in quiet for a while. “I’ve got so much at risk, Jack. You understand. A husband, a marriage, children. My job. This was such a mistake.”
“I understand. From now on, you’re just my boss. My pretty, friendly, and wonderful to work with boss, but that’s as far as it goes.”
“And you can remember that?” she asked.
“Until Spain,” I reminded her.
She shivered. “Don’t speak about it. I can’t even think about that right now.”
“Four weeks.”
She giggled. “Hell, my pussy may even recover by then.” She suddenly brought her hand to her mouth. “Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I? Shit – shit – shit.”
“Rest up. Next time we’ll be there for a whole week.”
I watched her blush, and let the subject drop. We turned to discussing the project and equally safe subjects.
I wasn’t ready for what awaited me when I got home. Jim had been as good as his word, and as soon as we drove up into the driveway, I could see my home had been devastated.
Jim loved the big machines, and I could see the front-loader he’d rented for the weekend parked to one side. It was almost hidden behind the cement truck, creating a grey pool on the left side of the house.
It was only early afternoon, but I’d been up for about 20 hours already, and was dragging. I hadn’t gotten all that much sleep the night before, thanks to the amorous mood of my boss, which I’d been more than happy to contend with at the time. Now I was feeling a bit guilty.
More than anything, I needed rest. Unfortunately, that didn’t look all that likely.
I managed to unload the vehicle, say a platonic goodbye to Chris, and make my way into the house without generating any attention. One nice thing about having a cement truck around, nobody notices the sound of a little car.
I headed through the living room and the giant 16 foot wide gaping hole in the wall, peeking out through the large plastic covering to find Jim working to float the cement, while the delivery vehicle left for parts unknown. To my amusement Robin was out there working with him and they were in an animated conversation. They both looked grubby as hell, which reminded me how badly I needed a shower of my own. I will say grubby looked better on her. Short shorts, a light shirt tied up halter-style, and a speckling of cement all over, looked sexier than it should. Beth was present as well, dressed down and helping clean up some of the construction mess. A line of bulging black contractor bags gave me the impression she’d been at it for a while. Debbie was out of sight, probably back in the kitchen, preparing my welcome home dinner. Yum.
I turned tail back toward the bedroom. What I really wanted to do was hit the sack. If the noise of the construction wasn’t enough to deter that idea, the knowledge that I likely had a house full of women and kids waiting for tales from far away Spain put that thought out of the way.
In minutes I had my suitcase dumped into the dirty laundry, along with my ripe clothing from the travel. I grabbed one of the big thick towels that Debbie was so fond of, and stepped into the shower, luxuriating under the high pressure of the downpour, in stark contrast to the misty drizzle of the showers in Madrid.
My head was tilted back, letting the water wash out the shampoo from my hair, when I felt a cool breeze across my skin quickly followed by the someone brushing up against me.
“No fair,” I laughed, quickly wondering which of my beauties it was. “I’ve still got shampoo in my hair.”
My shower-friend slid around me pressing her body against my back and side, reaching her arms around my body and sliding them up and down my torso. It wasn’t long before one hand was stroking me to firmness, while the other continued its exploratory journey.
With the soap rinsed out of my hair, I rinsed my eyes clean and turned to my teaser. Robin smiled up at me as she slid in close, pressing my erection against her belly, and pulling my hands up to her tits. I was speechless, completely surprised, and while I stood there, frozen, she reached up to my head and pulled my face down for a kiss.
“Robin! What the hell?”
She giggled. “I’m not allowed to shower with Jim-Bob, so Beth told me to shower in here. I never thought she’d be so willing to let us play together.” Her hands were still busy, holding us together, and stroking my hardness. I’m somewhat ashamed to say my hands were still glued to her chest, which really was pretty nice, if not quite up to her sister’s. “Nice cock you’ve got here,” she said with a smile, stroking my firmness.
“I’m sure she didn’t know I was in here,” I countered, while her lips stopped making words, and started kissing their way down my torso.
I reached down, as difficult as it was, and encouraged her to stand again, just before her active mouth reached my needy hard-on.