The weather outside was cold, the gloom of the day and wind blowing further enhancing the effect of the temperature. Although not too unusual for an early December day in western North Carolina, I am a warm weather person, and I am amazed that the first drop in temperature from a nice, lazy fall to the winter is often so dramatic. Fortunately for me, I was in my climate controlled garage, assembling the engine that would be going into the 69 Camaro that was my current project.
The Camaro was parked next to Jackie's Chevelle, now in mid stages of its own restoration to former glory. I had finished with most of the body work, and the car was in primer awaiting paint and then the rest of the drivetrain and interior would be refurbished. Jackie had moved in with me last August and in that time, had allowed me to do more of the work on her car without the former protests that I shouldn't be offering her my services without compensation. She had come to the realization that my philosophy of cars was that the machine deserved to be made whole again. I respected her desire to do this as her time and funds permitted, but I did the work for the challenge and the feeling of doing something right, not just to make points with Jackie. She now allowed me to work on the car as I found time and desire, but she still controlled the direction of its restoration. I enjoyed my time in the garage, and since most of my potential clients were gearing down for the holidays, December was usually a time of rest and time for personal projects for me.
Jackie and I had been casual friends before our trip in early June, me on business and Jackie coming along to do some sightseeing and exploring the country on her own. We had found a comfort with each other before this time, but it had developed into much more during that week. When we returned, things became much more personal between us. In the time between our return from Kansas City and the time Jackie moved in with me, I started taking her to lunch once or twice during the week when I was in town, or she would stop by my place after work a few nights a week. The evenings together soon became overnighters and Jackie started leaving some of her clothes at my place so she could go straight to work in the mornings. It didn't take long to see that living together would be more convenient for each of us. Jackie would also be able to save the rent she was paying and put it toward her goal of purchasing a home of her own.
Friends had seen us together after we got back from our trip, and by the next week's car cruise, everyone seemed to know that we were now 'together'. I guess that even guys will gossip and spread the word, probably as much as women will. Of course, the way in which it happens is generally different. Women will say "Don't they make a cute couple. I knew that they would end up together." Guys, on the other hand, will say something like "Have you seen the hottie that Steve is banging?" Regardless of how it happened, everyone started seeing us as a couple.
Jackie would be home soon, the afternoon was progressing into evening, although the hour was hard to discern with the gloom of the day outside. She had received a promotion at work, now supervising a group of 4 chemists and a dozen or so technicians. The pay was better, but the responsibility was greater and at times so were the hours. That had been 2 months ago and after the initial period of adjustment, her workday was now back to the usual 8 to 4:30, generally home by 5. I was looking forward to her return, I found that I missed her during the day. It was a little strange to me, before we knew each other, I was not particularly close to any women. That is not to say that I did not like women, I just did not have much time for relationships, and the women I had seen in the past found my less structured life and work schedule difficult to adjust to. I had a reasonable, although infrequent, sex life, but did not find it a problem. I have never liked the term 'fuck buddy', but I knew several women in town who fit that description pretty well. I could call any one of them, usually on short notice, we could go out and have a good time, spend the night together and each go our separate way in the morning. No regrets, no apologies, none of the emotional baggage that too often tends to screw up an otherwise perfectly good relationship.
With Jackie however, I was finding it difficult to maintain that kind of relationship. I would rather be with her than without. I missed her during the day when she was working, and on the times I was out of town for an extended period, I really wanted to get back to be with her. She felt the same way I did, and I had to wonder if this was just the newness of our relationship or was it love? In any case, that is something we would have to work out in the future.
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I heard the engine of the Challenger as Jackie pulled up to the garage. Since her car was in pieces, she was driving that one, although I had offered her the use of the 2007 Silverado pickup I used for daily driving around town.
"Are you nuts?!" had been Jackie's reply. She looked good driving it, and had started referring to it as 'her' Challenger now. I had noticed the way her reference to the car had changed, but didn't say anything.
Jackie came in the office, and I met her there as I wiped my hands to greet her.
"Dam, it is getting cold. I probably should have worn pants. This skirt lets the wind blow up my legs too much!"
I gave her a hug and kiss, commenting, "You need something to warm up your legs." not even thinking she would assume anything other than pants or stockings.
"Do you have anything in mind?" she asked with a grin on her face.
With a flash of understanding, I realized what she had in mind, and offered that I might be able to provide some warmth to her cold legs.
"Let's go into the house where it is warm." Jackie suggested.
"It is warm in here, why go back outside if you don't have to?" I interjected.
Jackie raised her eyebrows, but a big smile formed on her lips as she started removing her coat. I move to lock the door and turn out the lights, I did not want any wandering visitor to interrupt us. Turning Jackie to the couch, I had her lie down, and then pulled up her skirt, flipping it above her waist. I pulled down on her panties, and then ran my hand between her legs as she moved them further apart to give me better access. I knelt down and after a few little probes with my fingers, I moved my mouth into position and started licking the cool flesh of that pussy. It did not take long before I had it warmed up and the juices flowing, Jackie was moaning, urging me to keep giving her my tongue. I had a grip on her thighs and used the leverage to pull her legs further apart, getting a good angle to reach her hard clit with my probing tongue. By now, we each knew exactly what to do to excite the other and soon Jackie was moaning as she pushed back against my tongue thrusts to stimulate each of us.
