The Weeend Getaway

Sunday morning came and Ken awoke to the smells of coffee brewing. He looked around and saw that Brianna was missing, so he got out of bed and went into the kitchen. No Brianna there either, but the coffee pot was three quarters full, so Ken reached for a mug and poured his coffee almost to the rim. He knew he was going to need plenty of it to get through this day.

"Well, good morning sleepy head" Ken heard a voice behind him as he placed the pot back onto the burner.

"Good morning to you sweetie, how did you sleep?"

"I slept fairly well. I got up and decided a hot pot of coffee might do us both some good today. Something tells me it is going to be a long one." Brianna approached Ken where he was standing in the kitchen and put her arms around him. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then stepped back and gave his body the once over.

"Do you see anything that you would like for breakfast?" Ken asked as he watched Brianna's eyes move up and down his body.

"Yes, but for now some bacon and eggs might be more satisfying to my hungry stomach" Brianna said as she smiled at the thought of his cock in her mouth.

"Okay, I will make you breakfast then" Ken replied. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled and firm, just the way I like my men!" Brianna answered, and then gave Ken a peck on the cheek. She then went and sat down in one of the arm chairs at the dining room table.

"I'm worried that after all of this is over, my brains might be scrambled for sure." Ken turned toward the refrigerator and started getting out the ingredients that he would need. The pots were located in a drawer underneath the stove, and as he bent down to retrieve a pan to fry the eggs in, Brianna couldn't help but find her self looking at his round ass. A guy with a nice firm ass was one thing that always did turn her on. She felt herself getting aroused at the thought.

Just then Ken's cell phone began to ring. Ken saw that it was a number that he didn't recognize, but he decided that it might be important, so he answered it anyway.

"Hello" Ken said as he pushed the talk button on his phone.

"Yes, is this Ken that I'm speaking with?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Yes it is. May I help you with something?" Ken replied.

"Yes, my name is Michelle and I am a claims adjuster for your insurance company. I need to set up a time so that we can meet and get everything taken care of for you. When could we meet?"

"Well, the sooner the better. We are from out of town, and we both need to return home today if possible so that we can return to our jobs tomorrow."

"Yes sir, I understand your predicament. It's now nine o'clock. Would it be okay if I come around ten thirty or eleven this morning? I have a few other calls to make before I head out."

"Eleven o'clock would be fine. Do you need directions to the cabin where we are staying?"

"No, it is easy enough to find. I will meet you there at eleven then. Thank you for using our insurance company. I'm sorry that this had to happen to you, but do not worry, we will take good care of you."

"Thank you so much for your help. I will see you shortly then. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Ken closed his phone back up and laid it on the kitchens island counter and resumed the task at hand. By now the burners had heated up, the butter had melted in the pan that he was going to use for the eggs, and the bacon was starting to crackle in the pan. Ken cracked open the eggs and stirred them in a bowl, added some salt and pepper, and poured them into the pan with the melted butter and began stirring them. He then put four slices of bread in the toaster and set it on medium, as he didn't like his toast blackened, just nice and brown.

Brianna got up from where she was seated, and grabbed the plates and silverware and began to set the table. There was a large set of windows on the front of the house, with the dining table in between the kitchen and the windows. Ken watched as Brianna set the dishes, forks and spoons on the table. She also did not have anything on, and the silhouette of her as she leaned over the table was almost more than he could bear. Her breasts were nice and firm, so they didn't fall down as she leaned forward, and that ass that he loved so much. The curves from that angle made him want to go up to her and run his hands up and down them, letting his fingers trail through the tight crack that ran in between them. Just the thought of this had made Ken start to stiffen so that he could feel his cock rubbing up and down the door on the stove as he cooked.

Brianna glanced towards Ken and saw the reaction that it was having on Ken. She knew that they really didn't have time for anything, since they still had to eat and then be ready for when the agent showed up.

Just then Ken started to bring the food to the table. As he did, he brushed against Brianna's side and his cock rubbed against her thigh. Shivers ran up and down her body as she felt the stiffness of his manhood on her. She turned and Ken was smiling from seeing her body's movements, knowing that it was turning her on. He wanted to take her body right then and there, but the food was nice and hot. And he hated to admit it, but he was getting really hungry now also.

They both finished what they were doing and then they were seated at their plates. Both of them started in on the food, and didn't speak a whole word while they were eating, as their mouths stayed full the whole time.

Brianna was the first one to break the silence. "We need to think about how we are getting back home. I wonder if my boss would be willing to come up and get us and take us back to my house. Then I can drive you home in my car. I'm sure they will have it set up for you to get a rental once you're back in town."

"That would work, but I hate to inconvenience your boss on the weekends."

"Well, I don't think he would mind when we discuss the situation that we are in. Plus it would give you and him some time to talk to each other. Maybe get to know each other a little bit better."

"Ok, well, if you think it will be alright. If you don't mind, I'll let you call him and arrange the details. We are supposed to meet this agent Michelle around eleven o'clock here, so I would think by noon we could be ready to go back towards home."

"Alright, I will give him a call then." Brianna went into the bedroom to retrieve her cell phone from her purse. She dialed her boss's phone number, and in a few seconds she heard her boss' voice on the line.

"Hello" the voice on the other end said.

"Hello, this is Brianna."

"Brianna, are you ok? I just got out of Sunday school. Preaching begins in a few minutes at 9:30, so you caught me in between."

"Craig, you know I told you about me and Ken going away for the three day weekend. Well, it's been really wonderful so far, except that while we were dining yesterday at a local restaurant, two guys stole Ken's car and the police caught them, but not before they had crashed the vehicle into a ditch. The police said that they think the car is totaled, and an agent is on their way from the insurance agency, but we are stranded up here without a vehicle to get home. I was hoping that you would come and get us and take us to my place. Then I'll drive Ken to his home, where hopefully the insurance company can have a rental car waiting. I will pay you for your time and trouble, not to mention the gas."

"No, don't you worry about that. You have done so many things for me over the years; it would be my pleasure to be able to help you in a time of need. We have plans to go out to lunch with a potential client for the business after church. I could either come up after that, or I could send my daughter Wendy after you, and you wouldn't have to wait so long for me to get there. She is attending college near the town you are in, and her next class isn't until Tuesday I think."

"Well, it would be great to get back as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, Ken wants to talk to you about the manager's position that opened up. I told him I had taken the first step and talked with you about it, and he said that was okay with him. He just needs to know when you want him to come and talk with you."

"Can he stay overnight at your place and then I will meet with him first thing tomorrow morning?" Craig asked.

"Let me find out." Brianna turned to Ken, "can you stay overnight at my house and do the interview in the morning? I will take you back home tomorrow night when I get off of work."

Brianna then heard Craig speaking on the phone, "Brianna, work has been slow enough that you can go ahead and leave when I am done talking to Ken. I'm sure he needs to get back home as soon as possible anyway."

"Thank you so much for all that you are doing Craig. I don't know how I will ever repay you for your kindness that you have shown us."

"It is no problem Brianna. Like I said earlier, I am just happy to help. Now let me call Wendy and get her started on her way, so that we can get you two back here soon. Oh, I need the address where you are at. Wendy has a GPS built in to her car, so I'm sure she will have no problems finding you."

Brianna gave Craig the address, and told him how to find the cabin where they were staying. Craig told her to stay put, and he would have Wendy on her way as soon as possible. While Brianna was on the phone, Ken had started cleaning up the dishes and scrubbing the appliances and counters from the mess that had been made during the weekend. Brianna joined him and soon the kitchen and living room area was just like Ken and Brianna had found it when they checked in on Friday.

Brianna went and started stripping the bed of all of the linens, and piled them in the corner of the bedroom per the instructions on the check in/out sheet. Ken had come into the room and started to dress, and Brianna grabbed her clothes for the day and started to get ready also.

"I guess the agent will be here soon" Ken said as he finished buckling his belt. Brianna nodded her agreement and went back into the living room to stretch back out in the recliner and wait for her arrival.

As Ken was coming through the bedroom door, there was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it while I'm up. It must be the agent."

Ken crossed the living room and opened the door. There stood a woman in a blouse and skirt, with a fur jacket on. She was about Ken's height, with blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and legs that seemed to stretch forever down to the floor.

"Hi, you must be Ken. I'm Michelle, your claims agent while you are up here in this area. May I come in?"

Ken was caught off guard at first, but quickly recovered and invited her to come in.

"And this must be your lovely wife. Hi, I'm Michelle. It's nice to meet you."

Ken spoke up. "Well, she isn't my wife, yet." He put an emphasis on the word "yet". "Please be seated though."

"Thank you. My apologies for my misspeaking. I should know better than assume."

"That is alright Michelle. I would be proud to have him as my husband one day, if our relationship ever comes to that."

Ken was caught off guard by that statement, and leaned back in his chair. Brianna looked toward Ken to see what his reaction would be, but she couldn't tell. He had a smile on his face that told her she had not gone in the wrong direction with the comment.

"Well, if you ever do decide to do that, I wish you all the best. Okay, Ken. I have brought some forms that I am going to need for you to look over and sign." Michelle handed Ken the first form on her stack. "This gives us permission to inspect the damage on your car, and determine if it can be repaired or if we will need to settle the policy so that you can purchase another one." Michelle handed Ken another form. "This form tells you your rights that the government requires during this time, as far as what you can pursue legally should you ever become dissatisfied or disagree with anything that we are doing. And this form," Michelle handed Ken the last paper, "tells you what we can do immediately for you with the coverage that you had signed up for when you first applied for your policy."

Ken took the papers in his hand, and Michelle went back to her seat on the sofa. As she did, her skirt rode up her legs a little bit, giving Ken a small glimpse of black thong that she was wearing underneath. Ken held the papers up to read, while occasionally sneaking a glance towards Michelle. The tanned long legs were accentuated in the black skirt that she was wearing, and Ken couldn't help but look her way whenever he got the chance. Michelle's legs were crossed, but the left leg leaned over to the side a good bit, and that still allowed the skirt to part just enough to keep Ken's curiosity. The sofa seat tended to sink toward the back of the sofa, putting the skirt at an upward view for Ken to see. He secretly wished that he could climb up her skirt to get a better view of what the thong was covering. But then he got his mind back on what he was doing, and started reading the papers again. When he was satisfied with the first release form, he signed the top paper and got up from his chair and gave the paper back to Michelle. From this angle he could see the top half ridge of her breasts. Just like Brianna's breasts, Michelle's were firm and perky also, but a little bigger in size. Ken thought that Brianna's were probably a 34 or a 36C, and Michelle's had to have been a 40C. He was used to guessing the sizes as Kathy would drag him along on her excursions to the lingerie department, and he knew what size she wore. He would also watch the other women and see what sizes they chose for their bras while waiting on Kathy to decide on her purchases.

Brianna noticed the glances that Ken was taking, but said nothing. She knew that all he could do was to look, but she could have him any time that she wanted. She did admit to herself that Michelle was definitely cute, and if she were a guy, she would have been sneaking glances too. Michelle just sat on the sofa, and acted as though it never bothered her. Brianna had to admit that Michelle was very professional.

Just as Ken was looking over the last page, there was a knock on the front door. Brianna excused herself and went to see who it was. There was a young girl, maybe in her late teen's standing at the door when Brianna opened it.

"Hello, may I help you?" Brianna asked the young girl.

"Yes, I'm Wendy, Craig's daughter. Daddy called me and wanted me to come get you and take you home."

"Oh yes, of course. Thank you so much for agreeing to help us. We'll be glad to pay you for your time and trouble."

"No Ma'am. Daddy said that I would be in trouble if I took anything from you. Besides, he pays all of the bills anyway, so it's technically his money that I'm using."

"Well, at any rate, we are still very appreciative." Brianna replied, and motioned for Wendy to come into the room. "Please find a seat. Ken is finishing up with the insurance agent, and we'll be ready to start out shortly."

Wendy made her way over to the other end of the sofa and sat down. Ken glanced up from the papers and looked to where Wendy was sitting. She was blond; about five foot six, probably a hundred and ten pounds. She had an athletic build to her arms and legs, yet her face held a fullness that captured her lips and surrounded them perfectly. She was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that bore the college logo where she was attending, and blue jeans that were not too tight, but tight enough to show the curves of her thighs and calves as she sat across from him.

Michelle finished answering Ken's questions about his claim, and then told him that she would work with the agency that was closest to his home. They would be the ones who would handle the final portion of the claim, and they could also assist Ken in getting a rental car until either the repairs were done or the car was totaled and the claim was paid. Ken arose from his chair as Michelle got up from her place on the sofa. He escorted her to the front door, thanking her once again for all of her help.

Brianna got up from her chair and started to the bedroom to gather the last of the things that still needed to be packed. She put the dirty clothes in a thick garbage bag that she had brought on the trip, and decided that she would wash both of their clothes when she got back so that Ken wouldn't have to worry about doing them later when he got home. Ken excused himself from the living room and started gathering the hanging clothes and putting them in the garment bags that they had originally brought them in. It wasn't long until Brianna had the clothes packed, and Ken grabbed two of the suitcases and started back into the living room.

"Wendy, if you will show me to your car, we'll go ahead and start loading our luggage."

"No problem. I parked as close as I could so you wouldn't have to walk too far."

Ken followed Wendy out to her car. He watched her from behind as he followed, noticing the swaying of her hips, and the firmness of the ass that was before him. The jeans did not fit her exactly, and just at the bottom of her ass cheeks there were some wrinkles in the fabric that ran along the bottom of her cheeks on each side. He secretly wished that those wrinkles could be replaced by his fingers firmly grasping her ass just one time so that he could feel the young taut skin that he knew was underneath. She reminded him a lot of what Kathy used to look like when they had first gotten married. The youthfulness of her figure had long ago diminished, but he had still loved the woman that was underneath the skin. Too bad the love was not returned in the end.

Wendy opened the trunk for Ken and moved to the side so that he could load the trunk with the luggage.

"I'll wait here for you to return with the rest of the luggage so that nobody messes with any of your things."

"Thank you, Wendy. I will be right back with the rest."

Ken went back into the house and found Brianna going through the house doing a once over to make sure that they had all of their belongings, and that everything that had to be done as specified in the check in/out paper was completed. Satisfied that it was, she grabbed up the dirty clothes bag and a few other items that were in the kitchen, and Ken carried the hanging clothes out to the car with Brianna in tow with her items.

Brianna spoke up, "I do hope our items that we bought at the stores this weekend will be fine. Remember, we left them in the trunk so that we wouldn't have to bring them inside the cabin, then haul them back out to the car when it was time to leave."

"Yes, I hope that they were not damaged either. I asked Michelle about that. She said the lot where the car was being stored was closed on the weekends for anything other than bringing the cars in, and she said that any belongings in the car could be shipped to wherever I wanted to if the car was totaled so that I will not have to make a return trip if I did not want to" Ken replied.

"I'm just glad that you two are safe" Wendy chimed in. "If you had been in the car at the time and they had carjacked you, things could have had a different ending."

"Yes, I guess you're right" Ken answered. "Well, why don't we start on our way back to Brianna's? I am sure that you probably want to get back up here to your dorm room as soon as you can."

"It's no hurry really. I haven't been home in awhile, so it will give me a chance to visit Mom and Dad for awhile before I return on Monday."

Wendy unlocked the car doors and Brianna got in the front passenger side of the car, and Ken climbed into the back seat. They all buckled up and started on the journey home. They stopped just long enough to eat at a fast food restaurant soon after they got on the main road, and were soon on their way again towards home.