Chapter 18

I expected to talk to Dawn when we returned to the condo, however it was not to be. She had friends waiting when we returned and the next morning she left on a two-week trip. We didn't have an opportunity to speak before she departed, and in the following two-month period, we saw each other briefly on three occasions. I tried on several occasions to get Ida to explain how Dawn felt, however she informed me she was as surprised at Dawn's remarks as I was. Frank informed me he knew Dawn had a problem, and he thought it concerned me, however like Ida, he was unaware of the circumstances.

I mulled it over it for a couple weeks before I let it pass. I hoped that Sue would return home whereby we could discuss it.

I tossed the briefcase in the back seat and tipped the porter/maintenance man after he deposited my suitcases in the trunk. I saw the smile as he stared at the $20 bill, and wondered if he ever saw a bill that large before. Three days to close a sale but it was worth it. I was glad to be rid of the small-town lawyer because he hadn't stopped talking for two days. During the time he wasn't telling me about undisclosed clients activities he was on his cell phone. I forgot about him, patting the check the bank issued two hours earlier, and passing the city limits sign. I saw the sign for Valdosta, and entered the freeway, setting the cruise on seventy-five.

The drive home had taken me four hours; however, it seemed much shorter as my mind drifted in a dozen directions. I was tired and the setting sun in my face an hour earlier played tricks on my eyes. I don't know why I pulled into the restaurant for any reason other than to rest my eyes. I was less than thirty minutes from home. After seating myself, I realized I was hungry and ordered the evening special. The waitress was pretty, and although she was obviously pregnant, she wasn't wearing a ring.

"I don't see a ring," I said as she was writing my order on a pad.

She smiled, and placing her hand on her belly, replied, "I'm not married," she said as she rubbed her hand across her belly. "When the bastard heard that I was pregnant he left for parts unknown. I'm just as well off without him anyway; I let myself get caught by a loser."

I studied her as she walked away, and my prick stood up. If it could speak it would be saying, "I want some of that." She appeared to be about twenty and she had a glow about her, as well as the warmest smile I had seen in weeks. I continued watching her as she served other patrons, noting that she looked in my direction four or five times before she returned with my meal.

"Would there be anything else?" She inquired as she cuddled the metal tray beneath her breast.

"Have you had supper, and what time do you get off?"

"I get off in..." glancing at the clock on the wall she said, "about 12 minutes, and no, I haven't had supper."

"Would you care to join me for supper?" I asked. "It has been a long day and I don't enjoy eating by myself."

"Are you trying to hit on me?" Rubbing her stomach she said, "I made one mistake and I think that was enough."

I laughed, and shook my head. "No, I'm not trying to pick you up, or hit on you, as you say." I laughed again and she smiled, "I just want some company while I enjoy my meal."

She studied me for a moment before speaking. "Check your steak and if it's overdone we will have to cook you another," she said as she walked away. I pushed the steak aside and began eating my salad slowly. I saw her glance at the clock twice and then looked at me when the clock read five minutes to the hour. I waved at her and cut my steak as she approached.

"My steak is overcooked," I said pushing the plate in her direction.

"I'm sorry, I'll have another prepared for you," she said smiling, taking the plate with her.

I finished my salad and waited for her to return with my steak. A different server returned with the new steak a few minutes later. I picked up the knife and fork and cut into the steak at the same time she seated herself across from me. She was no longer wearing a uniform for which I was thankful. The blouse she wore exposed the tops of her round breast, and she had applied fresh make up. Her hair, pinned up earlier, now fell across her shoulders.

"You're much more beautiful out of that uniform, " I said. "I take back what I said earlier, I am putting the hit on you," I said as I gave her another once over with my eyes. "You weren't playing fair dressed in the uniform."

She laughed, a soft laughter, "The uniforms aren't appealing."

"I agree with you."

She looked up and smiled at the server placing her meal before her. "Thank you," she murmured.

Both the server and I nodded as neither was sure whom she was thanking. No words were spoken as we ate our meal, however our eyes met often and the smile never left her face. After each finished our meal, she belched.

"I'm sorry," she said laughing. "I do that quite a bit now that I'm pregnant. I can't seem to control it, the gas that is."

I laughed and said, "I feel like doing the same thing many times after I've finished eating. Do you know that in some countries it's done to show you enjoyed the meal?"

"Yes, maybe I've started a new tradition in this country because I find myself doing it often." She laughed once again with the same soft laughter.

"I find it quite stimulating," I said in a roguish brogue, followed by a burst of laughter, which she joined with her own.

"Ahhhh, you find me stimulating you say," she said imitating my brogue in a feminine voice.

I wasn't laughing any longer and my voice became serious, "I find you very stimulating." I said and she stopped laughing when she saw I was serious.

"Would you take me home please?" She was looking at me and the expression on her face was serious.

"Yes, I will."

"If you would wait for me outside please I would appreciate it. I need to check out."

I nodded, "I'll be waiting for you outside." I dropped the tip on the table and walked to the cashier. The girl smiled mysteriously as she took my money. I walked to the parking lot and waited.

"I'm sorry," she said taking my arm. "I had to answer a couple of questions for my girlfriend; this is her first week."

Walking her to my car, I covered her hand with mine; I was aware of the light squeeze she gave my arm. I stopped beside the car and opened the door, allowing her to slip inside, closing the door behind her. She watched me as she slid into the seat, well aware I saw the expanse of thigh she purposely displayed. I saw the smile appear on her face, apparently pleased at my expression.

I was getting comfortable in my seat when she asked, "Wow, this car is fancy, what did you say you do?"

"This is my father's car, and he loaned it to me for the evening." I responded to her remark. "You're going to have to give me directions," I said as I buckled my seat belt. She moved to the center of the seat, and began fishing for hers.

"Do you often pick up waitresses?" She asked as she gave directions to her house.

"Yes, and I'm batting 1000; I'm one for one. You're my first," I said chuckling and bringing laughter from her.

"You're probably lying to me, but that's okay. It's a nice thought."

"Honest, I'm telling the truth, and you're the first."

Placing her hand on my thigh, "I don't believe you, however I don't mind." Giving my thigh a gentle squeeze she continued, "You're the first man I've permitted to give me a ride from work, and that's the truth."

"Is this your first job?"

"No, I..." she stopped in mid-sentence and glared at me. She began laughing when she saw the smile I was giving her. "I almost told you what I thought, and I don't believe you would like what I was thinking."

I was somewhat disappointed in the evening, although I did have a smile on my face as I drove to my condominium. Sabrina's mom had returned the baby, and instead of going inside and getting laid, I received a quick blowjob in the front seat. Actually, she jacked me off into her mouth, because she never took more of my prick than three inches before gagging. She was quick; start to finish was less than five minutes. I did get a phone number, and an invitation to call her. I would give her call, if for nothing better than to teach her to give a better blowjob.

I walked into the condo and my heart began pumping; the lights were on and someone was inside. I hadn't seen Sue in two months, and I expected it to be her. I walked into the kitchen and saw the soiled glasses on the counter, and I assumed she had been entertaining. I called out, but there was no response. Walking briskly to her room, I was disappointed once more, as I did not see any sign indicating she had been in the room. As I passed the bathroom, I noticed a light under the door, paused, opened the door, expecting to see her.

I was as shocked as mom. Mom was sitting on the counter, legs spread wide, shaving her pussy. I heard a strange sound come from her lips as we stared at one another. The sound she made was from shock; however, the sound I made was from the thrill I received. It was almost automatic as we met halfway, wrapping our arms around one another, her nudity seeming immaterial. It just seemed to be natural for me to cover her lips with mine after we hugged for a minute and then stared at one another for another long moment.

There was but a brief instant when I felt resistance, however it was barely noticeable. Our tongues began searching and within seconds, we were as lovers, kissing and caressing. Our lips didn't part as I lifted her and walked to my bed. Lowering her to the floor, we broke contact momentarily. I began undressing and she pulled the coverlets back exposing the sheet. I removed my shirt and she took it before I tossed it into the floor, wiping the shaving cream from her pussy. There were no words spoken as I removed the remainder of my clothing, and slipped into the bed between her legs. There was no foreplay as she guided me into her opening.

I entered her quickly and deep as she requested. We copulated as though we were two animals in heat. She was as wanting as I, each desperately craving fulfillment.

We lay facing one another, hands wandering about the soft flesh of the other after a short breathing spell. "When did you land and why didn't you let me know you were coming?" I asked inquisitively.

"I didn't know I was coming. Frank flew in with parts yesterday morning, and I threw some things in the bag and came back with him. It all happened so quickly I couldn't call. He stopped in Jacksonville to refuel and I rented a car. He is on his way to Pennsylvania."

"Is his regular copilot with him?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Yes and what's the deal with them?"

"They spend a lot of time together is all I know," I said smiling.

"I bet that doesn't go over well with Ida, does it?"

"Yes, she is aware of it and she seems comfortable with it. In fact, she and Ida are good friends. She and Ida get along rather well, and she spends the night with them when Frank gets a layover for two or three days. I think she is pretty nice myself, or she seemed that way the three or four times I've seen her."

"Speaking of three or four times, isn't that about how many times we've talked in the last two months?"

"Yes, I think so, why?"

"Then why is it I have to learn from him that your sister has not been home since the two of you finished school?"

"Well it's just something I didn't want to tell you on the phone, because I think things will work themselves out."

"Do you know why she left?"

I paused a moment staring at her, wondering what she had heard. The expression in her face told me she knew something. "Well, Dawn told me one thing however Sue and I haven't had the opportunity talk about it."

She nodded, "I know you don't want to talk about it; however I sure wish you would change your hard-line approach and attend counseling sessions. I haven't forgotten how you feel about them, but I believe they would do you good. I know they have done wonders for me and the girls."

"Mom, you know how I feel about that, and I haven't changed my mind."

"Hal, you need to give them a chance because there is a good possibility that is the problem between you and Sue. I'm quite sure Sue wishes you would attend the sessions. I spoke to her five days ago and she said she is attending the sessions, although like you, she didn't tell me she wasn't living at home.

"Mom that's enough talk about me, let's talk about you. You are looking great, and I love that tan; it's obvious you have been sunbathing in the nude. I think it's wonderful. Your breasts are soft; you would pass for a thirty-year-old woman and put many younger than thirty to shame. I'll bet dad is ecstatic."

"Yes, he likes the new me. He also tells me he doesn't mind sharing me with you; I told him about us. I didn't actually tell him, he more or less told me. Either way, he knows and we have a much better relationship now. He even has his own girlfriend, his secretary; she is a beautiful woman and she has," mom lifted her breasts as though weighing them, "much larger breasts than these. I think the part he likes best is that she still has nursing children, and he nurses daily himself. She loves oral and he is into going down on a woman every day. I don't complain about his abilities when he gets his tongue working."