I got home early from working at the office to go finish patching up a couple steps on the deck but first I drove to the hardware store. Not many people there but I saw him, standing in the area of the outdoor improvements.
Brock, back from his vacation that he'd taken with Ruby for the weekend… I'd spent that time out of town trying to talk a contracting firm into arming up before heading back to go build demolished housing in what had been a war zone. Just getting back late last night with the wife and kid asleep by the time I got into the house. A dozen laps or so had been enough to ease my way back down from traveling so I could fall asleep.
But what I really wanted to do was fuck. The wife was asleep and my piece of ass was away with another man. So I didn't wake up in the best of moods to go to work. My secretary, Holly was someone I hired when my last one retired. She was pretty enough, in her twenties and had a boyfriend.
Sometimes I thought about what it'd be like to do her. She wore business attire, being no nonsense and not saying much that didn't need to be said. I had her doing some filing on some cases from way back putting them into an inactive filing system in one of the cabinets.
I thought about what it'd be like to slip behind her while she was sorting files in the top drawer and just slide her pencil skirt up her thighs, until I could see the bottoms of the globes of her ass. I'd cup them and rub them with my fingers until she sighed and pressed the back of her against me, slowly reaching one hand towards her pussy sliding my fingers underneath her panties.
Rub a woman in the right spot and she'd do anything you wanted, I discovered.
Today like other days I just watched her when I saw her.
I smiled at Brock who had been looking at patio furniture on display.
"Brock…I heard you were heading out of town later today."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Back to work, I got a good gig in Baja this week," he said, "You know how bad it's been down there and business execs are getting scared."
For good reason, I thought. With the drug cartels running that part of the country where it bordered with ours, kidnappings for ransom were just a way of doing business. Most companies were insured against it but it proved to be terrifying for those unlucky enough to get grabbed off the streets or outside their homes by gangs of armed men.
Kidnappings were nothing you ever completely put behind you.
"I got a couple jobs there myself," I said, "but I make sure I'm paid very well."
"I'm making great money," he said, "I can't complain. I could have been a cop and made much less."
"You a cop," I said, "I can't picture that."
"Thought about it but I had a woman tell me once how dangerous the job was."
I chuckled at that, ironic considering our line of work often had hazard pay attached. But I knew what he meant, in his job he could pick his own assignments, work his own hours and not have to report to any boss. In the military, we'd both been subjected to that life. It had its moments but there'd been times where blind obedience to a sergeant who tried too hard to be a hard ass chafed.
"I should be back by the Fourth."
"You are going to the picnic?"
"Yeah I thought I'd check it out," he said, "Seen it before but maybe something will be different."
Most of the town would show up there, it was one of the few events held each year that attracted a crowd. Gloria had worked on the committee organizing it for months. She had been so stressed about it the past two weeks, worrying about every little thing. The menu, the decorations, entertainment and the damn fireworks…I'd been gone for most of it thanks to the job. But Tiffany had complained about her mother losing it at the general store because they were running low on streamers.
"You and your family going," he asked.
"We go every year," I said, "My wife is on the committee."
"She should lead it."
I didn't like the tone in his voice much. Those images of him with my wife, making her cry, making her scream with it, in ways I didn't.
"Probably but the mayor's wife is on it, politics."
Brock shook his head.
"I'm glad I have a job that takes me out of town."
"You don't have family," he said, "You could always move someplace more exciting."
"I like it here," Brock said, "It's good to come home to after a job. I can work on my place and the hiking's the best."
I couldn't deny that. Still, I wish he'd decide to sell his house and go live elsewhere. Then maybe I could stop thinking about the past.
Not to mention I wouldn't be sharing Ruby with him. I hated that too. I wanted her to myself, to keep her legs closed when I was gone. Was that too much to ask? But she would be all feisty about it, saying that she decided who to fuck and when. But I had plans tonight for her. My wife would be out and Tiffany would probably be out doing all kinds of things I didn't want to think about with her loser boyfriend.
"I might find someone to settle down with eventually."
That surprised me. Brock had never talked about marriage or kids at least not with me. He always said back in the days when we drank together that he was too footloose to settle down, too much he wanted to do and most of it was too dangerous to do if he worried about things like family.
"I don't know…I'm getting older and I've been thinking about it," he said, "I don't want to have any regrets."
"It's tough raising a family, keeping a marriage going when you travel for work all the time."
I looked at him directly when I said that but if it made him nervous, he didn't show it. But then Brock shared my skill for burying anything that wasn't absolutely necessary to not only do a job but to survive it.
"I would cut back," he said, "Perhaps focus more on consulting jobs I can handle at home. At least keep out of the war zones."
That'd be difficult to do for someone as restless and thrill seeking like him but even minus hazard pay, he'd rake in the cash. I'd thought about it myself before I had kids but I couldn't do it. I needed the danger, the unpredictability of what I did too much. My wife said I needed it like a drug after some of our fights.
No I needed it to survive. I'd go crazy if I were in the office all day before coming home and doing projects all the time. My kids would have driven me nuts, I missed a lot of their lives but I made sure they wanted for nothing.
Brock might find the choice to give it up harder than he anticipated. I hadn't regretted my own decision.
Later that night, Ruby and I were on the couch in the entertainment room. She had walked into my house wearing a tight dress which molded to her body but was begging to be peeled off of her. I slid my hands up inching that naughty number up until…I felt bare skin.
"You little slut…where's your panties?"
I asked because it was part of the script. I'd told her to leave them at home. I stroked her pussy which she trimmed because I told her I liked it that way, sliding a finger in the wetness between her folds. She bit her lip and then when I rubbed harder, she nearly jumped.
"Devlin…what you do to me…"
Her dress bunched up around her waist in my hands as I slid it off of her body, so she stood buck naked in front of me. Her nipples hardening as I stared at her and I grew hard too...I wanted her right now.
"You know what I want to do Ruby…"
I started taking off my own clothes, shucking them to the floor while watching her watch me. My cock hard and waiting to fuck her as I sat on the couch waiting for her to straddle me. She did that, putting her hands on my shoulders.
"Give me a lap dance," he said, "make me hot."
She gyrated against me, teasing me with that pussy, brushing it against my cock which strained towards it.
"You like that?"
"Oh yeah…do it Ruby…do me…"
She maneuvered so my cock brushed against her clit and then she started moaning. But her teasing drove me crazy, I wanted so much more than that and she had to know that.
"I paid you double to ride my cock."
She licked her lips as she slid that wonderful pussy down my cock, the head piercing her first and then I went deep. I palmed her ass as she started moving up and down, oh god, the way our bodies rubbed together…it grew hot. She looked down at me as we fucked, and she made that cry of hers every time I hit her deeper. No one could hear us so I urged her on.
"Fuck me hard…you naughty bitch," I said, "Make me come hard."
She quickened her pace and her body grew slicker as I slid my hands over her hips. She cried out arching her back on top of me, her pussy squeezing my cock and I knew I knew….and I felt it hit me suddenly, the need to own her but then…my seed filled her.
I left her spent on the couch after a moment to go clean up and then while she waited, I went to the drawer looking for them.
I pulled out a pair of handcuffs.