Asch awakened just before dawn to the smell of restaurant food and the feel of a hand in his groin and a generous breast against his cheek. It was Octavia.
"Hey, big boy. I got off work early and figured I owed you those buttons, so I took 'em off. I see you seem to like it," she said as his privates weren't wasting any time becoming engorged. "We're both pretty dirty; you want to shower before or after?" She gave him a squeeze in his nether region, pulling the foreskin down and pressing against the top of his penis, bending his manhood down past vertical.
"You really know how to get a guy's attention," he murmured. "How about we take a shower and I get fully awake? I want to be alert so I don't miss anything."
They got out of the bed and she grabbed him by his member. "Come this way, mister," she said, pulling on him. He obediently followed her lead.
"Okay, you're the dirtiest, so I clean you first. Then you can clean me." She grabbed the soap and a washcloth and started on his feet. She was directly in the stream of warm water, so she got pretty wet pretty quickly. Asch thought a dripping wet gorgeous woman was a pretty attractive thing to look at.
When she got up to his crotch, she put the washcloth on her shoulder and used her bare soapy hands. She pretended to examine his member for dirt, and repeatedly soaped it and ran her hands up and down its length and around his scrotum, with the occasional journey over his back door. She particularly enjoyed making a circle with her thumb and fingers, then pushing the hole over the end of his penis, pulling his skin back while she squeezed her way to the base. She liked how it made him jump.
She resumed with the washcloth as she went higher, scrubbing everywhere, finally taking a swipe over his face.
"Okay, now you do me," she said while he rinsed off his face in the spray.
He took the washcloth and soap and started at her feet, but he used the washcloth less, preferring to run his soapy hands over her legs. He ran his fingers over her bare labia and inside her slit, taking extra time to swirl around her clit, going up and down and making the circles that he knew she liked, and enjoying her moan of appreciation. As he went higher, he stood, and she played with his erect member while he scrubbed her generous breasts and her back, pulling her into him as he did so. He handed her the washcloth. "I'll let you do your face, though," he said.
"Hold me up while I do my hair," she said, putting her head under the stream. He got behind her, manhood between her legs, hands on breasts while she shampooed. She also wiggled and rocked her hips to enhance the sensation of his penis against her and he moved back and forth.
Then she stood behind him, grasping and manipulating his genitals while he bent over to do his own hair. Every once in a while she pumped vigorously for a few strokes, driving him crazy, but not quite making him climax.
Finally they were both pretty much clean. They had a fun time drying each other off; she made sure to give his erection lots of attention, and he blow-dried her neck, which gave her the chills. Again, she led him by his member as they headed for the bedroom. Inside, she heaped the pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed him to lie on his back on the pillows, which he did. He felt rather exposed, what with his member presented so conspicuously.
Octavia smiled wickedly and began to pump up and down on him, slowly at first, spreading his moisture around and pulling the skin down just enough. Then she began to accelerate her movements, faster and faster.
"If you're not careful, I'm going to come!" he gasped.
This was exactly what she wanted, apparently. She put her hand over his mouth and pumped even faster and harder.
He started trembling, then burst a jet of semen into the air as he cried out "Mmff mmff mmff!" bucking his hips as she gradually slowed down and let him rest.
"But I didn't make you come," he objected while she wiped him sort of clean with a T-shirt.
"That's okay. I have big plans for me tonight. You okay with getting together again later?" she smiled fake-innocently at him.
"Um, can't think of anything I'd rather do. Should I do anything to prepare?" Asch thought a moment. "Tuxedo? Bathing suit?"
Pick me up at the house at 4:00. Wear something you can wear to a public event like a concert. Something that won't be too hard for me to feel you through, and remove later." She smiled.
She hopped back on her bike and headed home and he went out to take care of his chores. At breakfast Lydia gave him a knowing look. "I see you had a visitor this morning. You must be an early riser."
"Well I am, but I didn't know Octavia was too," he replied. "She really got me up, too." He smiled slightly, and Lydia smirked.
"In case you want to take her on a real date sometime, the City Musical Society is giving a concert tonight. You two might like to go. I'm taking a guy I know from Easthaven and I don't know when I'll be home." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Don't wait up for me, and there's leftovers in the fridge if you need to eat something."
When Asch went to his bike later, something didn't look quite right. He hadn't built his bike rack yet, so he had left the bike leaning against the garage, and it was tilted differently. On closer inspection, he saw what could only be the remains of a hoof print on the seat, and the carrier frame was broken! The bike seemed to be mechanically sound, but he'd have to get the carrier fixed, and park the thing in the garage. Maybe build a goat climbing toy to put the bike in. Hmmm.
He stopped at the bike store, but all Bill could do was offer a replacement. Asch wanted to repair it. Bill offered, "Well, there's a good welding shop here in town, up on the north side. It's called Axel's Axles. An old Scandinavian guy moved down here maybe 50 years ago and set up shop. Well, he's old now. They can weld aluminum alloy."
The shop office was staffed by an attractive redhead in her early thirties or so, wearing a Kelly green scoop neck top and some nice cleavage. Asch explained his need, and she handed him a work slip, saying, "Go around to the side and you'll see several guys working. Just holler to get someone's attention and tell 'em what you want. They'll give you a price and you can come in and pay me while they do the job. They'll tell me the price, too, so no forging a lower price on the work ticket," she grinned, "though you don't look the type who'd cheat."
Asch bowed slightly and smiled. "Thank you for the vote of confidence. I'll try to live up to it." He walked around to find a large open garage door and several guys welding on different projects. One project looked like a pontoon boat hull. One was a dump truck bed. Another looked like some kind of frame. Asch yelled, "Anybody home?"
The guy closest to the door stopped his arc, straightened up, and lifted his helmet. He squinted for a few moments to adjust to the light and looked toward Asch's voice. He did a little double-take and burst into a huge grin, revealing even rows of white teeth contrasting with his soot-smudged face. He turned his head toward the interior of the shop. "Hey guys! C'mere. This is the guy who decked me. He'll tell you!" It was Fred.
One by one the torches and welders went off, and the men looked toward Asch, betraying various expressions of curiosity and skepticism. The next-closest guy, a muscular black man about the size of Fred, approached with a look of amused disbelief on his face. "Now I know you's lyin'. A guy this size couldn't bend your pinkie." His look shifted amusedly to Fred and back to Asch, who stood there looking pretty much innocent and guilty at the same time. The rest gathered round, assessing Asch, but basically friendly.
"Did you really deck Fred?" one of them asked.
