maybe next time Rachael."
"Oh your a hard sell. I am going to send you something. Hold on."
The next thing I know my phone buzzed, I got a new text message from a blocked number. I slid my finger on the screen to open the message and it contained a picture. It was of Rachael, a nude photo of her sitting on the couch with her legs spread open, biting her lip, and playing with herself.
"Now that is not fair." I joked.
"Are we going to get lunch now?"
I hesitated to answer, my phone beeped again with another call from Benjamin which I ignored. I was torn, I really wanted some quality time with my family, but they always seemed so distant. The devil tugged at my heartstrings and was winning the moral battle I was having inside my head.
"Where can I pick you up?" I asked with a mixture of delight and regret.
"I'll be at Toni's waiting for you. See you soon, Kev. Mwah."
Sitting motionless in the parking lot, I began to think of all the things we could do over the next week. I could take her over to my house, and she could play mistress for the week. Sleep in late, have sex, eat some food, have more sex. We could take the boat out and speed down the intracoastal, I can already see it now. Her skimpy bikini fluttering in the wind, her boobs bouncing as we cut through the wake. Rachael’s flawless body oiled up, glistening in the Florida sun, her hair elegantly flowing in the wind.
I looked down at my phone, thinking about calling Benjamin back, but decided against it. They don’t really want me there, they will have more fun without me. They won’t have to worry about all my little quirks, dragging them to dinner to spend some time with them, forcing them to go see the shows they have no interest seeing, making them go see the Panama Canal again, which I know they hate. It would be better if I just stayed here.
Chapter Eight
I pulled up to Toni's and there she was sitting on a wooden bench outside of the building smoking a cigarette. Wearing skin tight jeans, flip flops, and a tank top. Such a basic outfit but damn she looked sexy. I rolled down my window and waved so she could see me. She flicked her cigarette and pranced over to the truck. She leaned into the window pressing her breast out of her tank top with the door.
"I am so glad you came. Where are we going to eat?" She asked.
"Just hop in, I want to show you something."
She got into the truck and I drove away. Rachael kept staring at me, smiling, and giggling. Placing her hand on my leg, she starting to rub my leg softly.
"You really have no idea how happy I am you picked me up. I thought we had a great connection when we fucked that day."
“That’s blunt, but I really enjoyed it too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of that day since.”
“Well who could forget this?” Rachael said in her cocky attitude.
“Why after all this time did you finally call me?” I inquired.
“I thought you were going to come back. I waited and waited but you never showed. I finally got tired of waiting for you and decided to chase you.”
I smiled and looked at her. She was still as stunning as I remember, and her blue eyes get me every time. I looked her over once more and noticed small bruises on her arm.
"Oh my, what are those from?" I motioned towards her arms.
She hesitated to respond "Oh, nothing I woke up with these this morning, not sure where they came from."
"Maybe you worked a little too hard last night?"
Rachael shot me a dirty look, glaring at me with those eyes.
"Damn your sexy when your upset."
She gave me a little slap on my leg, "Where are we going?"
I pulled into my neighborhood and parked in the driveway. Looking at Rachael and smiled with pride as I was about to show her my home. She returned a smile, I looked around my surroundings to make sure none of my neighbors were out walking about, especially Wicked Vicky. When I thought the coast was clear I jumped out of the truck and she followed. With
"Oh your a hard sell. I am going to send you something. Hold on."
The next thing I know my phone buzzed, I got a new text message from a blocked number. I slid my finger on the screen to open the message and it contained a picture. It was of Rachael, a nude photo of her sitting on the couch with her legs spread open, biting her lip, and playing with herself.
"Now that is not fair." I joked.
"Are we going to get lunch now?"
I hesitated to answer, my phone beeped again with another call from Benjamin which I ignored. I was torn, I really wanted some quality time with my family, but they always seemed so distant. The devil tugged at my heartstrings and was winning the moral battle I was having inside my head.
"Where can I pick you up?" I asked with a mixture of delight and regret.
"I'll be at Toni's waiting for you. See you soon, Kev. Mwah."
Sitting motionless in the parking lot, I began to think of all the things we could do over the next week. I could take her over to my house, and she could play mistress for the week. Sleep in late, have sex, eat some food, have more sex. We could take the boat out and speed down the intracoastal, I can already see it now. Her skimpy bikini fluttering in the wind, her boobs bouncing as we cut through the wake. Rachael’s flawless body oiled up, glistening in the Florida sun, her hair elegantly flowing in the wind.
I looked down at my phone, thinking about calling Benjamin back, but decided against it. They don’t really want me there, they will have more fun without me. They won’t have to worry about all my little quirks, dragging them to dinner to spend some time with them, forcing them to go see the shows they have no interest seeing, making them go see the Panama Canal again, which I know they hate. It would be better if I just stayed here.
Chapter Eight
I pulled up to Toni's and there she was sitting on a wooden bench outside of the building smoking a cigarette. Wearing skin tight jeans, flip flops, and a tank top. Such a basic outfit but damn she looked sexy. I rolled down my window and waved so she could see me. She flicked her cigarette and pranced over to the truck. She leaned into the window pressing her breast out of her tank top with the door.
"I am so glad you came. Where are we going to eat?" She asked.
"Just hop in, I want to show you something."
She got into the truck and I drove away. Rachael kept staring at me, smiling, and giggling. Placing her hand on my leg, she starting to rub my leg softly.
"You really have no idea how happy I am you picked me up. I thought we had a great connection when we fucked that day."
“That’s blunt, but I really enjoyed it too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of that day since.”
“Well who could forget this?” Rachael said in her cocky attitude.
“Why after all this time did you finally call me?” I inquired.
“I thought you were going to come back. I waited and waited but you never showed. I finally got tired of waiting for you and decided to chase you.”
I smiled and looked at her. She was still as stunning as I remember, and her blue eyes get me every time. I looked her over once more and noticed small bruises on her arm.
"Oh my, what are those from?" I motioned towards her arms.
She hesitated to respond "Oh, nothing I woke up with these this morning, not sure where they came from."
"Maybe you worked a little too hard last night?"
Rachael shot me a dirty look, glaring at me with those eyes.
"Damn your sexy when your upset."
She gave me a little slap on my leg, "Where are we going?"
I pulled into my neighborhood and parked in the driveway. Looking at Rachael and smiled with pride as I was about to show her my home. She returned a smile, I looked around my surroundings to make sure none of my neighbors were out walking about, especially Wicked Vicky. When I thought the coast was clear I jumped out of the truck and she followed. With
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