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Willie Nelson: "Leave me, if you need to, I will still remember, angel flying too close to the ground."
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Life is pretty good right now. I have my own auto body shop where I employ six very talented and devoted workers. My name is Simon and I've never been married. I'm thirty three years old and marriage just doesn't fit my lifestyle. I enjoy a steady diet of willing ladies. If at all possible I avoid married women. I've had a few pull the wool over my eyes, but I've never knowingly sunk my cock into the marital promised land.
Things couldn't have been worse about ten years ago. I was deployed overseas and my fiancé, Susan, and I vowed to be true until my return. I upheld my end of the bargain. The monthly letters from home left me believing the same could be said for Susan. Hooking up electronically never seemed to materialize. Even though I had sent word that I was returning, I was met by no one at the airport. I knocked on the door where Susan's parents lived. They informed me that Susan hadn't lasted two months before hooking up. She didn't want my overseas stay to be sad, so she continued the charade with the monthly letters. Susan now has a one year old and is pregnant again. Don't blame PTSD, I wanted to kill her. Now I have a heart that might never see the light of day.
I'm pretty predictable. I wear a long sleeve white shirt, blue jeans, cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and a black sports jacket. I drive a pickup truck. It's just a few years old with lots of bells and whistles.
I have breakfast and lunch at Rose's Cafe. I've been doing that since I returned home. At night I'm a regular at the bars and pubs. I'll hook up for an evening but I quickly douse any attempt to turn it into something else.
On weekends I spend my time restoring a couple of '57 Chevys. I shop around at junk yards, swap meets, antique stores, and following up ads I find on the internet. I ran one through Barrett-Jackson a few years ago but it didn't fare as well as hoped. I've learned from my mistakes so I hope these will do better.
My shop in on my little piece of heaven. My grandparents had a home here but it burned down when I was just a kid. Apparently there was no insurance and it was never rebuilt. The view is magnificent. There's a small lake and a little stream that runs along the back edge. All in all it's about one hundred acres.
My parents are aging yuppies and this chunk of land doesn't fit their lifestyle so they sold it to me. They have an apartment in Manhattan; not the one in Kansas. They like to rub elbows with the in-crowd. I was named after the singer-songwriter who they met at a party. I can't tell you how relieved I am that it wasn't Garfunkel at that party.
I could build a beautiful house but, without anyone to share it with, what would be the point? At this stage I could pay cash for the whole thing. My business is quite profitable and has been improving year over year. I used to get all grimy doing the grunt work but now I push papers around. The reality is I could use a personal assistant.
I choose to live in a single wide trailer next to my shop. My shop is about ten times bigger. I turn the lights out at 6 pm, regardless of deadlines. We aren't going to kill ourselves making a living. I think that's why my crew is so loyal. I'm more than willing to help a young lady who' having trouble with her insurance deductible. When she suggests a possible trade to reduce her bill, or move her car up in priority, my bedsprings get a workout. A few have dropped by, even after their car has been repaired, to make sure I was paid properly.
The crew at Rose's is not nearly as stable. Rose is the cook but the cast of waitresses seems to change weekly. Missy, my waitress this morning, has been here for about four months. Her fiancé, an airman named Jeff, was killed in a training accident on the military base. That was about a month ago.
Rose stays in the kitchen. There's a sign near the kitchen 'You may order what you want but be prepared to eat what you are served.'
She seems to have just a few things to say 'Hello', 'Thanks for coming in', and 'Somebody get the phone!'
Missy is bulging around her belly button. An educated guess would be that she is pregnant. I learned a long time ago to never ask a woman about her pregnancy unless she announces it, or I see eyes peeking out. For whatever reason, a woman who is not pregnant takes offense when you ask her when she is due.
This morning she looked distraught. Her eyes were bloodshot and her makeup was not evenly applied. She poured my coffee and left quickly. When she came back by, a few minutes later, I asked when she'd be on break next.
"In about five minutes. Did you need something before I go on break?"
"Missy, your eyes tell a story that your smile can't hide. Meet me out front and let's talk. I can be a really good listener."
She nodded, filled my coffee and spun away. I was sitting on the bench out front when she joined me.
"Missy, I can see the sorrow, pain, and heartache in your eyes. I'm listening."
"Simon, you know my fiancé died last month in the training accident."
"Yep, I knew that."
"Since we weren't married, I'm not immediate family, and they've evicted me from the military housing. I'm not entitled to any of his benefits. I'm living in my car. I'm worried about my baby. It's the only thing of Jeff that I have left."
"Missy, I've got a camper parked on the side of my house. You can stay there. It doesn't have running water but you can always come inside my place."
She beamed "Can I try it for a few nights and see if I like it?"
Writing my address on a napkin "Sure, I'll make sure it's unlocked. I need to get to my shop. Make yourself at home."
When I left my shop at six I saw that the clunker out front had a low tire. The lights were on in the camper. I found some wet towels in my bathroom. I grabbed a can of the fix tire crap and filled her tire.
At breakfast Missy hurried over.
"Thank you so much. It was perfect. What do I owe you?"
"Keep it clean. Let me know what needs fixing" earned me a peck on the cheek and a matching hug.
"Thank you!"
Rose came over "What's that all about?"
"I let her stay in my camper last night. She said she was living in her car."
With an evil eye "That's all?"
"Rose, she's a baby. What is she, eighteen or nineteen? Besides, she's been through enough recently, don't you agree?"
Well that got me a peck on the cheek from Rose. First time that's happened. Rose is a very shapely woman. She's packing some extra pounds, but it works well for her. If she eats her own cooking, I know why she's carrying the extra weight. She's married to Frank. About the only time you'll see Frank is around holidays, when Rose is hosting some event. I can't think of the last time I saw Frank.
Missy never wants to come inside, when I am home. I changed the porch light to a green bulb. I turn it on when I'm leaving. She spends a lot of time in the paddle boat on the lake. I've never seen a woman so alone.
I'll share with her the leftover pizza and donuts from the shop. We sit and talk by the camper. She hangs out in the office at the shop, just wanting to be with people. She doesn't appear to have much contact with the people she grew up with. As time goes by it's like having a little sister. I care for her wellbeing. I just don't consider her relationship material.
Missy's got a ton of built up anger towards her parents. They didn't care much for Jeff so she and Jeff ran off together. She didn't finish her senior year in high school. They moved here when Jeff was assigned to this military base.
The regulars, at the cafe, were teasing both Missy and myself about our perceived shenanigans. We managed to keep the banter PG rated.
Missy started doing my laundry and sewing even though I never asked her to do those things. She let me know it was no problem, she was just trying to pay her way. I reassured her that her happiness was the only payment I needed. The first time she entered my trailer, when I was home, was when she was just a few weeks away from delivering.
I had just turned in for the evening when a violent thunderstorm rolled across the mountains. The lightning was sharp and closing in. I felt a bounce on the bed and heard her whisper "I'm scared. Can I lay here?"
"I'll lay on my side. Put your back against mine."
She was fully clothed. It still felt nice to have a warm body next to me. She was gone when morning came.
As she poured my coffee she whispered "Thanks. And thanks for being a gentleman."
When the rush died down Rose stopped by "So I hear she slept with you last night?"
"Rose, it wasn't like that. She was afraid of the lightning."
Rose giggled "Just making you squirm honey. She said nothing happened. Missy says you have a very active bedroom. When do I get a guided tour?"
"Well Rosie, I don't do married women. That little band on your finger is my kryptonite."
"Simon, Frank left over a year ago. Remember that redheaded waitress with coconuts for tits? He just couldn't resist climbing all over that palm tree. I kicked his ass out. I don't need all you drifters hitting me up for a quick piece of ass, so I wear the ring."
"Well if quick is what you want, show me your supply room."
Blushing "You know what I mean!"
"Well then Rosie, upon further review, can this drifter take you to dinner this evening?"
"No!"
Well that sent me reeling. The look on my face gave me away.
"I serve dinner at the shelter tonight. If you can shut your mouth long enough to mumble another day, I might accept."
"You are a minx. Rose, can I take you to dinner TOMORROW night?"
"Maybe. I'll let you know in the morning."
She winked and wiggled as she turned away. I liked the game she was playing. I spent the rest of breakfast and lunch imagining having my way with her.
The following morning my steak wasn't the tiny piece you get on weekdays. It was the larger one reserved for weekends. When the rush died down Rose wiggled on over.
"If I let you take me out are you going to be a gentleman?"
"But of course."
"Oh, that's too bad. Maybe another time then?"
"Wait! I misunderstood you. I'll hold the door, like a gentleman, then do all those things you're mother warned you about."
"Momma was really paranoid. There's no way you could do all those things in one night."
"Well, make a list. We'll see how many days it takes to polish it off."
Handing me a folded paper "Here's my address. Pick me up at 7 pm."
Rose gave me a peck on the cheek then spun away wiggling as she went. Things were definitely stirring down below.
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At 7 pm I found Rose dressed like I'd never seen. A very cute pink blouse with a dark bra pushing up some nice melons. The slacks hung tightly to her shapely ass. The small heeled pumps worked nicely.
"If there was a place like Rose's Cafe, I'd take you there for dinner. Since there isn't it's my favorite pub."
"Not a problem. They're probably not used to you bringing a classy lady in."
"Good point. You, still having all your teeth, will draw the attention of all the slackers."
That earned me a sharp elbow in the ribs.
We ate quickly and Rose encouraged me to take her home. She was very passionate and extremely horny. I tried to take my time. I enjoyed her nipples and brought her to a quick orgasm with just my fingers. Once my condom was in place I tried to take my time but she was bucking and squeezing so hard that I shot my load a lot quicker than I would have liked. I used my palm to give her second orgasm a chance to shine.
After we snuggled for a bit she used her lips and tongue to raise the dead. She rode me cowgirl style to her third orgasm. Since I had plenty left in the tank I flipped her over and took her doggy style. She was very sensitive at this point and the orgasms were shallow but quick. Her final tally was double digits. I finally slipped out with a hard ridden limp dick.
We fell asleep with her mostly on top of me. An alarm clock woke us early enough for one more quick discharge. I would have to remember to bring more condoms next time as this was my last one.
