When I first returned from Iraq I was a mess. I'd rather not get into the details, but it left me with a twitchy nature. Rene, without knowing, helped me overcome my slump. Rene was one of the apartment managers at the apartment complex I stayed at when I was back in the States. Rene, along with Carol, her boss, offered to pick me up from the base and take me to the apartment. She was also watching my car for me. The welcome back ceremony was very brief, we already knew we were leaving again in eight months and wanted to spend as much time as we could away from the base. I didn't see them at first, but I finally found them and spent a couple minutes hugging and chatting with them before we got my bags. I guess I should describe Rene so you can picture her in your mind. She's in her mid 40's, about ten years older than me, and keeps her 5'7" frame in good shape, though the years have taken their toll. Still, in her slacks and sweater, she cut a good shape, her firm C-cup breasts pushing the sweater out and her broad ass gave curve to her pants. Her shoulder length blonde hair had streaks of gray, which actually made her blue eyes stand out. Sure, she had some crow's feet and would never win a beauty contest, but by no means was she unattractive. I'd already known this, and normally flirted and gave compliments, but not in my present mood.
While Rene was outgoing, Carol was definitely the more vivacious of the two. Besides being her boss, Carol and Rene were good friends and supported each other through thick and thin. Carol was about the same height but a few pounds heavier than Rene. More women in their early 50's could only wish to look so good. Fortunately, most if it was from her large DD chest which really stood out from her stocky, but not fat, frame. No matter what she wore, she was bound to show cleavage, and today was no exception. Her close cut gray hair had a few dark streaks left over but her smile and her green eyes held your attention. Dressed in a yellow V neck sweater and black pants; she must have put on her best bra because her breasts were really standing out! Most men found themselves surprised that a woman in her fifties could get their attention. On more than one occasion I had spent some quality time eyeing her body. That also goes for Rene as well. I'd often flirted with them and gone out with them, but usually considered them as friends and kept aloof of my desires to bury my big dick in them.
They had come in Carol's Jeep CJ 7 and all my bags wound up in the back. Carol drove and they made a few jokes that Rene should be real careful sitting on my lap. Rene even made a show of placing her firm, broad butt on my lap. As we made our way home, it felt like Rene was trying to push her breasts into my face, the way she was seated. I had to turn my head to breathe, and with Rene's arm around me, I had a downward view and saw mostly Carol's big tits, not a bad view, mind you. Normally, in this situation, I would be sporting a large erection and wouldn't feel in anyway ashamed, but in my present state of mind, while I did find my situation a turn on, it wasn't having its normal affect.
Rene had to finish work so I hung around my empty apartment, made some phone calls and sorted through what I had brought back with me on the plane. I had very few regular clothes but I would only need them for a day or 2 until the rest of my stuff could be delivered. Eventually, I wound up in their office chatting, giving them a very limited picture of what I had seen and done in Iraq. They asked where I'd be staying after I picked my car up and I told them a hotel. Rene asked if I wanted to stay at her place, as I was going there anyway to pick up my car, and she had an empty room. Really thinking of the cost savings, I agreed, and Carol put on a big grin and commented that she wished a young, virile man were staying with her. We all laughed and made allusions to sex, but my mind really wasn't fully into it. Normally I am a very sexual person, and strange enough, felt none of this gloominess when I was over there.
As we finally pulled into Rene's driveway, my foul mood began to lift. As we pulled into the driveway I could see the car cover that was draped over my car. Getting out of her car, I ignored the near zero temperature and the snow on the ground and made my way to my car. During my first trip to Iraq, I had faced and escaped death often enough that; I had decided if I made it back, I was going to buy my dream car. My mood brightened a bit as I removed the cover and stared at my dream machine- a 1968 black Dodge Charger! No matter how many times I saw it, it always took my breath away. Rene stood behind me but I barely noticed.
"See, told ya not a scratch, I took good care of it," she said. Being a MOPAR fan herself, she was the best choice to leave it with when I went over the second time, and true to her word, took good care of it. She had it detailed for my arrival and it was gorgeous.
"Thank you, thank you very much," I said, a smile beginning to creep across my face. I remembered the first time she saw it after I brought it back from California where I bought it. Giddy with excitement, she didn't pay any attention to her short miniskirt as she climbed in the driver seat and took pleasure in the powerful classic. It had ridden up to her upper thighs and her blouse was opened so that above her, I could see right down into her deep cleavage. She actually caught me staring at her body but was too excited about the car to care. Without saying a word she handed my keys to me.
"Take it for a drive, I'll get the bags in ok," she practically commanded me. Smiling, I got in and brought the big sexy car to life. Letting the engine warm up, I helped her with the bags before backing the beast out and going for a drive. With the window down and good rock and roll playing, I cruised around, just enjoying the powerful rumbling of the engine. On the highway, I opened her up and blew through traffic as if the other cars were standing still. It felt good to be back in the States, to see all the lights and colors, feeling safe and far away from explosions, torn bodies, sand. I stopped off for some dinner, enjoying having such good food again, and having someone bringing me my meal as opposed to going through a line with a tray. I could feel my gloominess leaving and my juices flowing again. The sights of women clad in a variety of ways had me yearning for the deep pleasures they could provide.
I returned to her house after several hours feeling much better. Even though it was late, I wasn't tired as I had spent most of the plane ride home sleeping. Rene greeted me at the door in her robe, closed against the cold.
"Welcome back, how was the drive, you look much better," she stated, noticing the pleased look on my face.
"Ah, it was excellent, thanks for keeping her running," I responded, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I knew I was feeling better as the feeling in my penis sensed a woman's closeness. She told me her hot tub had broken and I reassured her it wasn't a big deal. I asked to use her shower, which she readily agreed with and said she'd open a bottle of wine while I was getting cleaned up.
