“Michelle, can I have the folder on the Indiana Pharmaceutical account?” a voice said from the speaker on Michelle’s phone.
“Yes sir, just a minute,” Michelle said, glaring at the speaker, and then the clock. It was fifteen minutes before quitting time. There were several hours of beautiful sunshine left outside, she should be heading for the beach. But she suddenly remembered that it was Friday, cleaning day. This was the day she cleaned the offices. If her boss had any class he would hire a cleaning crew to do the job. But at 8.50 per hour, she was cheaper.
“Damned,” she swore as she took Dick Gleason the folder.
“Don’t forget to clean up?” he said with a winning smile.
“I won’t” she said with an answering smile, which turned into a scowl as she left the office.
She sat waiting until she heard his outer office door close. With a sigh she went to the front door and locked it. She then went to his private entrance and locked that door as well. She went from his door to his entertainment system. She spun the dial on the radio until she found a swinging station. Dancing to the beat she returned to her office, she kicked her shoes off to block the connecting door open, and began disrobing.
Michelle had once hated cleaning the office, so she changed her routine to make it more enjoyable. She took off all her clothing, selected her sexiest stockings and put them on. Then she danced around naked for a while, massaged her clit and made love to herself there on her bosses floor. After that she proceeded with her cleaning, stark naked except for her sexy stockings. It might seem silly, but it worked.
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Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn’t been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.
“Hello there,” a voice called from somewhere. She searched the house and lawn. She finally spotted Shirley because of a cloud of smoke being exhaled into the shade on the upper deck. Shirley was sitting on the deck with her back against the tree, smoking a cigarette.
“Come on up,” Shirley called.
“I’m…”
“Alicia, I know,” she interrupted. I’ve known you lived next door since we moved in. I’ve been too busy to come over. It’s good to see you,” Shirley said, flicking her cigarette onto the driveway.
“I’ll be glad when the Indie is over,” Alicia said, climbing the stairs. Perry should be home for a while.
“Ray will be gone until the Winston. That’s why we moved here,” Shirley said, standing. “Come on in.”
“I’d rather sit outside, it’s so nice this afternoon,” Alicia said, looking up at the breeze blowing through the trees. The house was surrounded by a pine forrest. It was beautiful. Her eyes went to Shirley, absolutely dazzling in her knitted white dress which showed her bra and panties beneath. It was quite an outfit.
“I know. I just love this deck,” Shirley said, taking a seat at one of the tables. She motioned Alicia to a second chair. Alicia turned it and sat cowboy style. Since she was wearing a short skirt her black panties were as visible as Shirley’s. Both women checked each other out thoroughly. It was more than a casual glance, and they both liked what they saw.
“I get so damned lonely,” Alicia said. “All my friends are back in New York. I don’t know anybody here, and when I go into town they look at me like I’m a tramp. They’d probably die if they knew that Perry and I are swingers,” she said confidentially.
“You sleep with other men?” Shirley was aghast.
“Men and women,” Alicia nodded. “The more the merrier.”
“I wish I could be so free,” Shirley sighed. Ray expects me to just sit at home and keep house. He has relatives around here who keep an eye on me.”
“Fuck that, you’re not a prisoner. Whenever you feel trapped call me, I’ll come over.”
“Thanks, it will be nice having a friend close by,” Shirley smiled.
“Have you got anything to drink?” Alicia said, standing suddenly.
“Of course, how thoughtless of me. Come on in,” she sprang to her feet and hurried through the doors. Alicia followed slowly, giving a careful glance around before she followed Shirley inside. She closed the glass filled doors and locked them. Shirley stood looking at her, glancing from her to the lock.
“Why did you lock it?” Shirley asked nervously.
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Tracy heard the distant echo of excited voices. She sat up on the couch and shook her hair out. A smile twisted her lips as she realized that it was her daughter Sonia and one of her many friends. Sonia probably didn’t know that Tracy was home, since she had come home early from work with a headache. She took three pills and crashed on the couch. She was fine now, ready for a quick shower and a little housework, before tackling those dratted spreadsheets again.
Tracy stood and suddenly remembered that she was nearly naked. She looked down at her bouncing breasts and paused, then proceeded silently. She needed to get to her bedroom without being heard. It would be embarrassing to suddenly find herself before Sonia and Grace with her breasts hanging out. She tiptoed up to her daughter’s open bedroom door. It was only open about a foot. Tracy looked in and froze. She felt a tingle of electricity shoot up her spine and explode at the base of her scull. Sonia and Grace sat on Sonia’s bed and it was obvious that they were intimate. She could tell by the way they looked at each other, and the way they were dressed. Each was wearing one of Sonia’s slinky negligee.
Tracy found herself frozen, unable to make her body move. She had never realized that Sonia might be gay. It wasn’t that she really minded. Being lesbian meant never having to be beaten or divorced by a man. But lesbians had their own problems. Should she interfere?
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Rain was whipped from the sky by high winds, slamming into the Earth as if trying to beat it into submission. In the dim hours of evening, Mat Parks pushed his 18 wheeler into the stormy night, only a little concerned about the weather. Mat liked driving in the rain. He liked driving at night.
Night made the world inside his truck self- contained. With his music, coffee, and a few little white pills, he could push on through the blackness and dream of women he had known long ago, or those he had never known. Sometimes those were the best kind.
After nearly five years on the road, Mat had seen almost everything. People of all sexes making love, a hundreds skirts riding up, or blouses hanging down. He had picked up women of all ages, the younger the better, and even a few men. Mat liked blowjobs, and he wasn’t particular where they came from. Men or women, it was all the same to him. Young, old, and anything in between. A blowjob would be especially good on a rainy night like this. Teen girls often ran away, and teen girls loved to ride in trucks. Once inside, he had ways to get them to do what he wanted. The threat of leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere, usually worked best.
Lightning struck less than a mile away. Mat “wowed” and shook his head in wonder.
“Close one,” he whispered to himself. Truck drivers often talked to themselves. It kept them awake.
“No I don’t wanna fall in love…” Mat roared at the rain-soaked window. He knew he couldn’t sing well, but since he was alone, it didn’t matter. It was the song in his head he was really listening too. He took a cd from the case and slipped it into the tray. It wasn’t his favorite, but it was noise. He had a tv back in the sleeper, which he often listened too, and sometimes watched in his mirror. But at the rate he traveled, he often grew annoyed at the speed in which he lost a local station, and had to find a new one. Music was best.
Lightning struck again and Mat whistled. This one was a hundred yards away. It blew out a transformer in a shower of sparks. There was a truckstop up ahead, he hoped the transformer didn’t feed electricity to them, he needed fuel.
He was in luck. The sign glowed in the dimness of the storm, an island in the middle of hell, he thought to himself. He pulled into the brightly lit pumps, shut down his truck and sat listening to the rain, and the click of cooling metal. In a moment he opened his door and stepped out into the rain. From his high vantage point on his step, he took the time to look around. Lightning flashed again and he saw a rain-soaked girl up near the interstate, looking directly at him.
“Filler up Mat?” Jason asked as he neared the truck.
“Yeah, fill her,” Mat said absently. “Hey, Jason. What’s with the girl?” Mat pointed.
Jason looked up at the girl and grimaced. “I don’t know, but she gives me the willies. She’s been standing there in the rain for over an hour. And you know what’s really strange?” he asked.
“What?” Mat was only half listening.
“She’s turned down at least three rides that I know of. Probably more.”
“That is fucking strange,” Mat said. She was still looking at him. He got the girl’s attention and waved her forward, then stepped down from his cab. She met him in front of his truck. She was wearing a black raincoat. For an hour in the rain, she looked remarkably dry.
“You hungry?” Mat called above the rain, wind, and traffic.
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Elsa read the note slowly, trying to get every nuance, every hidden meaning from the words.
“If you want to renew an old flame, if you long to be touched and fondled like we used too, meet me on the path through the woods behind your house. You will know the place when you see it.”
Who could it be? Elsa wondered. She felt a thrill run through her body. She hadn’t felt such excitement since… since highschool. That was 35 long years ago. With a determined thrust of her chin, she sprang to her feet and hurried to the shower. She emerged from the house in a rather revealing green dress. She was naked beneath it, which served to further thrill her. She found the place immediately. There was a table set up with a white table cloth, a vase with a single red rose, a glass of champaign, and a single chair.
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