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.
I sat in the car staring at Jay's slowing chest heaves while my daughter and I continued our conversation. As he lay back in rest mode I couldn't help but notice the ample bulge in Jay's shorts. I felt a slight tingling in my pussy.
Getting off the phone I drove into the garage and waved to Jay as he sat up. I got out of the car and plopped down on the leather sofa I purchased twelve years ago, now doing extra duty in the garage. It had a retractable center cup holder and wide enough to act as an armrest. It had served its purpose well.
Jay walked over pulling off his wristbands and sat down on the other side of the cup holder, placing his water bottle in one.
"Hey Jay, looks like you got most of it, you almost finished?" I asked him.
"I would say so, he replied. All that's left is me and the weights. Then, branding a joint out of nowhere, he held it up as an offering. I understand you don't have to worry about drug tests anymore?"
"Tell you what. Hold that thought and hold that pose. I'm still a little sweaty from my own workout. Let me run inside, be back out in ten minutes, time enough for you to cool off also."
"Okay, he said, I'll get the last load in the truck."
A quick shower and draped only in an over the head loose-fitting dress, ten minutes later I walked back into the garage as Jay was coming from outside. Still shirtless, he had cooled off but still oozed strength and fuck appeal.
We spent the next fifteen minutes getting a buzz and talking about their new place and what they would miss once they were gone.
We left the garage door open for ventilation and fresh air. Periodically a car would cruise by or we'd glimpse a neighbor walking their dog. Blocked from street view by my car, they were unable to see us sitting in the back of the garage, giving us a wall of privacy. Jay had turned towards me while we talked and was doing his damnedest to enjoy my cleavage.
