A Tony and Nancy Story
It had been a long three weeks out on the road and I was looking forward to getting home. A lighting guy on the tour lived in Marin and his girlfriend had come and got us at SFO. Guessing by the way that she stroking his leg and the hot kissing when she met us at the gate, I think that he was just as eager to get home as I was.
This had been a rather long three weeks and I was damn sick and tired of tour buses, loud all-night post concert parties and hallways full of giggling teenage girls who were egging each other on to make it with a rock star. The Midwest has a lot of small cities and towns in it and after a while it all looks the same. Flat fields, crops growing along the highways, barns, burger stands, small-town auditoriums and corn-fed beauties who stretched the hell out of their thin cotton t-shirts and who were willing to settle for the tour photographer once they had enough beer in them, including one who'd given me a dose of crotch crickets that had taken me a few days to get rid of. The temperature had been in the high nineties and low hundreds for the last sixteen days straight and when the door opened on the air conditioned buses, it was like opening a blast furnace door. You'd step down off the bus and just stagger from the hot, humid air hammering your ass as your feet hit the sticky asphalt, and I was so happy to be back in a land where summer days were a whole lot friendlier.
I thanked Rog and Lilly and got my gear over my shoulders and my bags in my hand in 'going through the airport carrying everything' mode and made for the side stairs. I had on a baggy pair of cut-off sweat pants that I'd hacked the legs off of back in Lawrence Kansas and a tank top and sandals and was looking forward to putting a cold beer down my throat and something down Nancy's throat as well. I had a half hard-on from riding with Lilly and John and was thinking of how much I wanted to ball Nancy's brains out and how much I was hoping that she'd not have any clients scheduled for the afternoon, as I had some plans for her fair young body involving making love in a place where there would be a cool breeze through our open windows and not having to wipe the sweat into my eyes.
As I bounded (well, more like struggled under the load of cameras, clothes, etc, ) up the uneven concrete steps in the side yard leading up to our flat, I could hear the Cat's laughter coming from the tub and just barely hear Nancy saying something back to her as I rounded the corner.
The way our place is, you go up the side steps and then there is a short piece of concrete walk way that leads alongside our storage shed built onto the back of the house and then there is the hot tub on your right and the small deck around it, then the back porch.
Just hearing the Cat laughing had put some additional ideas into my head(s) about 'how I want to spend my afternoon' and that half a hard-on that had decided it was going to get twice lucky and perked right up. It wasn't a full-bore 'blue steeler', but it was sure apparent that I had something on my mind at just that moment and it wouldn't be something you'd want to talk to your mom about.
Nancy caught sight of me out of the corner of her amazing blue-gray eyes and turned to me and there I was, being kissed by a naked lady standing in a hot tub, while I still had all of my gear hanging off of me like I was a hat rack. Then Cat grabbed my camera bag out of my left hand and I could get one arm around her and I just dropped my duffle bag on the walkway and had my other arm around her and the sling I had for my lighting kit wound up sliding down my shoulder and I just grabbed hold of Nancy's butt and returned some of the intensity of her welcome home kiss.
The Cat wasn't able to resist making a crack to their companion. "Five'll get you ten that she gets him out of his clothes in the next two minutes." Whomever it was chuckled, and said, "No bet."
I flipped the Cat the bird behind Nancy's back and finally we broke the kiss. "God, I really needed that," I whispered in her ear.
She whispered back, "Feels like that ain't all you need."
"Sure got that one right."
I hugged her tightly to me and she hugged me back.
"Let me go dump this junk and grab a quick shower."
"Okay. Need someone to help scrub your back, hon?"
"Think it's his front that needs the attention, Nance." The Cat tossed in casually.
"Fuck you, Cat."
"Well, as long as you'll still respect me in the morning, okay." She said cheerfully.
"Let me give you a hand." Nancy said as she got a leg over the wooden tubs side.
I stepped back a little bit and old Mr. Wang was shoving out the front of the cut off sweats pretty obviously, which embarrassed me a bit. While if it had been just the Cat there, it would have been okay, but I didn't know the skinny lady sitting on the side of the tub from Adam's off ox, and I was feeling a bit like a public spectacle. She gave my pants an interested glance and smiled, then looked over at the Cat. "That must be Tony." I picked up my suit case and Nancy got my camera bag and the light kit and I smiled a kind of inane smile over at whomever it was and followed Nancy's wet tail over to the screen door and into the shady privacy of our living room where my gear just got dumped on our way to the bedroom. As far a long slow afternoon of sensual delight fantasies went, well, they went in a hot rush of 'just fuck me now' urgency from three weeks on the road and missing the hell out of her. About five minutes after the suitcase hit the floor in the living room, we were giggling about how fast we'd both been and it was just great to be home and all that bottled up longing had just set us off in record time.
We kissed a few smoochy kisses on our way from the bedroom through the shower and while not lasting more than two, three minutes tops, might have put some guys in the dog house as far as their girlfriends went, mine just thought it was funny how quickly we'd both gotten off and was into a giggling and teasing space without any malice behind it. I tried to lure her back to the bedroom for a little more leisurely round of sex, but with having company and all, well, I could just see that this wasn't going to fly, but it was my way of teasing her back. We got out and I grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge and we went out on the back deck and into the tub.
I hadn't really paid any attention to the girl in the hot tub before, having more pressing business on my mind, and the Cat smirked at us and said, "Golly, that didn't take long. Guess you still haven't got that premature ejaculation problem licked yet, huh?"
"I got it fixed for him, Cat, and if you want any of his dick this week, I'd suggest you just shut the hell up, okay?" Nancy said sweetly.
"Aw, hell, hon, she's just jealous because she hasn't got a sex life." I injected drolly.
"Yeah, that's probably it."
"Fuck you." The Cat replied.
"Well, if I was you and wanted to get lucky, I think I'd say that in a different tone of voice, Cat." Nancy chuckled at her and I grinned.
"So who's your friend?"
"Donna, Tony, Tony, Donna." The Cat did the intro's.
"Pleased to meet you." I said.
"Likewise." She smiled at me and I smiled back. She seemed to be fairly at ease with the weirdness that had just gone down and had a bit of amusement showing in her face at my belated greeting.
"So, how long are you in town for?" I asked the Cat.
"About six or seven more days."
"So what is this gig I hear your doing? Did I hear right that you're doing PR shots for a movie? What the hell happened?"
"Tie in with a company that makes athletic wear. Kind of a waste of my talents, but definitely a challenge."
"God, Cat. Who did you piss off to get that assignment? Not your usual sort of gig, doing ads for jock straps."
She snickered at me. "Naw, it sure ain't, but they waved a huge stack of diñero in front of my agent, and seeing as the movie's being shot in Sausalito and around here, I lowered my standards a bit and took the gig."
"Hey, whatever pays the bills, right?"
"Right." She said smugly. Considering what her agent was asking and getting for her time and talents, she had a right to be a bit smug.
"So you're going to be working, or you going to have some play time, too?"
"I think I'm going to have plenty of time to play, soon as I get the fucking director straightened out." I raised an eyebrow in question. "Seems he's got the idea that I'm either a glorified set snapshot shooter, or some scum he has to put up with, and he's got the stupid idea that he's in charge of everything that goes on on the set. Can you believe the asshole started screaming at me about 'where the hell have you been?' yesterday when I showed up in the afternoon?"
"Didn't make your day?"
"He's not a barrel of laughs to work with. Prima donna prick tries to put everyone in the company into fear mode. Half the crew is ready to walk, and the other half are living in constant fear of getting fired." Cat picked up a joint on the rolling tray and fired it up. "Thinking is that this might be his break-out picture and he's really not doing too well under pressure."
"Yeah. Donna and I decided to get the hell out of Dodge today as she's not due on the set until tomorrow. He wanted her on stand by but I made sure that she didn't get the word in time and so here we are."
I looked over at Donna. "You talent or crew?"
I didn't know her, and figured she was a character supporting actress. Most actresses during that time had a lot better figure than she had, and figured she was playing someone's kid sister.
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