Caught In The Garage, Again
Technically, it was my day off. Because I left some unfinished paperwork I decided to go in for half a day to prevent any issues that might be crop up after being gone for two days. I would still have plenty of time to rest until I was due back.
Leaving out that morning at the same time I normally would, I bumped into my daughter and her boyfriend Jay stopping by before beginning their workday. They had finally found the right apartment at a comfortable monthly rate and were in the process of moving out.
Except for some miscellaneous items in the house, some boxes in the garage, and Jay's weight set and workout bench, they didn't have too much more to move.
"Morning Mom, I thought that you were off today?" My daughter said when she saw me dressed like it was a normal work day.
"I am, I replied, I have to go in to clean up some unfinished contracts from yesterday. I'll be finished by lunchtime and back home for my regular rest and relaxation."
"Okay, we're almost done. Jay is going to drop me off at work and come back to get the last of our belongings. He said he's going to leave his weight set and workout bench for the last trip."
It had been almost six months since the night I drove into the garage after work and found Jay in the garage working out, his muscles bulging underneath his glossy, sweat covered body. He caught me staring, and admiring, his sculpted, well-toned physique.
His wide chest, the protruding biceps in his Mike Tyson like arms, and his thick tree trunk thighs were a delight to behold. Replaying the episode later in my head, I believe when he noticed my telling admiration was the moment he decided to risk it. I saw it in his eyes.
That night he took me. But only because I wanted to be taken. I wanted to feel his strength. He took me several different ways, and I happily, even gloriously obliged. I wanted to feel the awesome power I beheld oozing from his strapping six foot frame.
"Mom, are you okay?" My daughter asked, touching my arm, bringing me back to reality.
"Yes, honey. I was just thinking how grateful I am for the way Jay takes care of you...correction, takes care of us."
I'll let him know you said that Mom, and he should be finished moving everything by the time you get back from work."
What if he's not, I thought. Is it possible that we could have a round two. Stop! I told myself. That was a one time thing, Leave it at that.
Desk cleaned and out the door before the clock hit 11am., I decided to swing by the gym early for my daily workout instead of waiting until my regular time in the evening, then pick up a salad on the way in.
It's a good first day off. Got the work zone covered, got my body tuned and toned, then made that last stop for a huge leafy green Cobb Salad. Tonight, I'll have a nightcap, and then get comfortably under the covers and let the TV put me to sleep. Tomorrow will be about killer sleep. I placed the Cobb Salad on the passenger side back seat and started home.
Five minutes from home, my phone starts ringing. It's my daughter's personal ring, apparently she was running the first of her daily twice-a-day Mom checks.
She just got off the phone a few minutes earlier with boyfriend Jay, she said, and he was getting in one more workout before loading his weights in the car. We were still on the phone when I pulled into the driveway five minutes later. Jay's car was in the drive and both garage doors were closed. I hit the remote button and the garage door began to rise. There was Jay.
Clad in black knee length shorts, sweat was streaming down his shirtless, rippling chest muscles. He plucked a big beach towel from the shelf and laid it neatly across his workbench. One leg on each side, he fell back on the bench, his glistening arms dangling to the floor.
