Hasn’t This All Been Done Before?

Wednesday

"About time," Lorelei says smiling and stretching to put her arms around my neck. Her braless tits shimmy under her tight t-shirt. I enjoy them even more when she rubs them against me. Her hardening nipples match my growing stiffness.

Squeezing her tight we kiss hard. She thrusts her crotch into mine. Hearing the office door open, we let go taking a few steps back.

"Crawford, get your ass out here. We got a problem in the cat reforming unit."

"Sure, thing boss." I turn back to Lorelei. "I'll call you about that instrument problem before you leave for the day."

She smiles sitting down at her desk.

Outside her office RJ, my boss pushes me into the back of the instrument control panel. "What the fuck dude. I don't care who you fuck, but do it on your own fucking time. We have issues with the unit."

"What do you mean?" I can't help my cat who ate the canary grin.

"Yeah, yeah, keep grinning. I'll remind you of that when her LAPD husband puts you in the hospital."

Ignoring the comment, I follow him into the central control area before going to my unit's control panel. I evaluate the instrument readings representing the temperatures and pressure inside the equipment. I glance back at my boss. The petroleum process unit is running fine. The jerk only wanted me to stop fucking around.

Gathering my hard hat and data logger I head outside. Outside to begin my rounds looking at the actual equipment. It's the start of my afternoon shift and my week. It's strange beginning your work week on hump day. The day everyone else begins looking forward to the weekend. I'm verifying the process equipment is in good operating condition. Finishing I arrive at the refinery exit gate at the dayshift mechanics' quitting time.

Catching up with Lorelei before she leaves. "Hey, you going to be home later tonight?"

"Ah, well."

"Not a problem. I'll catch you another night."

She smiles giving me a quick hug. I watch her walk away, shaking my head. "I'm pretty sure there are several other guys her husband would beat the shit outa before he got to me."

My walkie-talkie radio squawks, "Hey Crawford, you got a call."

"Who is it?"

"Your wife."

"I'll be right there."

Entering the central control area, I walk to the Head Operator's desk. "You said I had a call?" RJ motions with his head to the other HO's desk.

"That's strange," I mutter. Stacey Lyn doesn't usually call on that line. "Hello?"

"Don't hang up. I'm in trouble."

"Fuck!" The eight operators in the control looked at me.

"Please. I need you to call your parents and have them come and pick up our daughter."

"Where?" I walk away from the desk. As far as the phone cord will let me.

"I'm at the corner of Western Ave and Lomita Blvd."

"Your car broke down? No, you have the Pinto. Right? The year-old Pinto. Did you forget to get gas again?"

"Well, ah no. I mean yes I have the Pinto, and it has gas, but the police stopped me."

"The police?" Again, the operators are looking at me. I lower my voice. "You couldn't wink and show some tit to get out of it? Like you always do?"

"Well, no. This is more serious. They're saying I have a stolen registration."

"What the fuck did you do?" I hear RJ answer his phone and chuckle. I look at him.

"Crawford, it's your wife on the phone."

My shoulders droop, and I lower my head. Then I stand up straight. I know what happened. To my ex-wife on the phone, "You stole the registration to my car?"

"I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."

I hear RJ tell my wife, "He'll be right with you." He covers up the phone receiver.

I lower my voice a little, "What the fuck do you do with all the fucking money I give you in alimony and child support?"

"I-"

"Don't fucking answer that. I'll call my parents." I slam down the phone, a bit too hard.

Neil, the other Head Operator looks at me. I stomp to the other desk, taking the phone. "Hi, what's up?" I try to sound upbeat and happy.

"Hi back at ya." I can hear her sly smile. "I, ah, wanted to let you know I was going to spend the next few days up at my cousins, in Friant Lake."

"Is everything OK?"

She pauses, "No. Aunt Jerri told us she has lung cancer."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. No problem. I'm sure I'll find something to do while you're gone." Her laugh has a touch of sadness. "Right now, I going to call my parents. Seems the ex has screwed up again. I need them to get Pattie. I guess the police are taking Gale to jail."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, I thought that would make your day." We both laugh. "Drive safe, OK?"

"Be safe at work."

I push down the receiver button and look at RJ. "A quick call to my parents to pick up my daughter. OK?

"Sure."

And it was. As soon as I told them what was wrong, and where to pick up their only granddaughter, they hung up.

I was thinking of making another phone call. But I could see RJ wasn't happy with me taking over his desk. Besides, he knows way too much about my sex life, already. I glance over at the unit's control panel before leaving the central control area.

Wandering through the rest of the building, I'm looking for an empty office. Some of the dayshift engineers don't lock their doors.

Finding one, I step in and shut the door. I dial her number. I know I'm taking a chance her husband could be home. She answers the phone, "Hello?"

"It's me."

"What? No, I'm sorry. This isn't a good time." She pauses for effect. "No, I don't want a subscription. And don't call back tomorrow."

"Shit," I hang up. Why isn't Derek working tonight? Damn!" Throughout our not quite yearlong love affair, we've developed a code. Not a good time means he's home. Don't call back tomorrow means he's going to be gone tomorrow. I stop and think about the various operational schedules. "Oh, he has FOTP, for the rest of the week." I smile, I may not get laid tonight, but I will tomorrow. And a good chance the next couple of days, too.

My walkie-talkie radio chirps, "Hey Crawford, you got a call."

This time it's on RJ's desk.

"Hello?"

I hear the sobs of a little girl.

"It's OK. Your Mom will be OK. It's only a little misunderstanding. You're safe with grandma and grandpa, OK?"

"No, I want to be with you."

"I understand, Kid. I really do, but I'm at work. I won't get off until way past your bedtime and you need to go to school tomorrow."

"Will you take me to school tomorrow?"

"You bet. I'll be there when you wake up, OK?"

"OK! I love you, dad." She tries to keep the tears out of her smile.

"Love you too kid." Hanging up I remind myself, I'm doing the best I can. I may not be the best dad, I'm sure as fuck better than her mom.

I look at my watch, it's lunchtime. Halfway through my eight-hour shift. I head to the kitchen.

Eating lunch, I'm joined at the table by a co-worker. "Love you kid. Ha, ha, ha."

"Fuck you, Owens."

"Don't you know paying alimony and child support is a sucker's game? If you don't acknowledge they're yours, you don't pay."

"Fortunately for me, she looks exactly like me. I couldn't deny her if I wanted." We both laugh.

Off work, an free, I pull out my emergency Joint from the glove box of my 1973 Datsun pickup. Taking a couple of tokes, I put my truck on autopilot. It knows where to go. It takes me to the parking lot of a local bar, The Lama Room. It's between work and home.

Inside, it's hoping for a Wednesday night. I grabbed a spot close to the bandstand. Sipping my beer, I see why. I know the band that's playing. They're an excellent cover band, especially my friend Jim, the lead singer. I signal to the bartender I'll be right back. Walking out the back door, I see several members of the band trying to hide something. "It's cool I'm Jim's friend Steve." They relax and go back to smoking the joint. Jim is off to one side talking to two women. One is taller than him and thin. The other is somewhat shorter, but still taller than him, and shapely.

I stand behind Jim and smile at the women. He's five foot five, inches shorter than me. Seeing them smile Jim turns around. "Nice to see ya, man. Didn't know you hung out here?"

"Shit dude, didn't know you played here."

Jim turns, "Monica, and Becky, this is an old friend Steve."

Monica waves, but Becky steps up to me taking my arm. "Hi."

The way she said it reminded me of an old Rolling Stones song, Spider and the Fly. And like the song, I replied, "Hi." She is wearing the smallest halter, wrap-around style 'little black dress' I've ever seen. Designed for maximum exposure of her massive, noticeably enhanced breasts.

"Buy me a drink?"

"OK." I choose to ignore Jim shaking his head no.

Ushering her through the back door, I'm close behind. She stops and I stumble into her. I wrap my arms around her to keep from bouncing off.

She adjusts my hands onto her tits. "Oh, I do like the feel of a hard man."

Taking her lead I thrust it harder into her. "Come on it's almost time for us to go on,"

Jim says nudging me to get out of the doorway.

Giving her my seat at the bar, her tits are at eye level. She doesn't sit there long; she loves to dance. The first four songs are fast. Dancing with her I'm enticed watching those massive melons shake, rattle, and roll.

"This next song," Jim says, "Is for a friend of mine. It's a brand-new song we've been rehearsing. We hope you like it. 'Lyin' Eyes,' by the Eagles."

It starts slow giving me and Becky a chance to get an intimate feel for each other. Halfway through, when it's a bit faster, she takes my hand leading me out the back door. I'm only a little surprised when she pins me against the wall. Her hands go down my pants and mine up her dress. She is commando.

Our tongues play hide and seek. My hand twists and twitches her clit. Her hand has my cock in a vice grip. She spits out my tongue, "Your place?"

When I hesitate, "I live in Arcadia."

"My place."

"Where's your car?" She's leading me out of the alleyway onto a side street.

"Won't your friend miss you?"

"She'll know. She'll go home with Jim."

"You've done this before?"

Stopping and looking at me, "You, haven't?"

A song, "Third Rate Romance," by The Amazing Rhythm Aces drifts through my mind.

"Oh ya, but only a time, or two." She doesn't notice the irony or the crack in my voice.

She walks faster, I'm trotting to keep up.

"Which one," she asks as we turn the corner to the parking lot.

"The camper."

"Oh, such a cute little truck and camper shell." She stops short and I again wrap my

arms around her. This time I slide my hands inside the halter part of her dress. She shivers with pleasure. "We're not fucking in there, are we?"

It had crossed my mind, but I felt it might be a deal breaker and I absolutely wanted to get laid. "Nope, not at all."

"Good."

I open the passenger door. "Oh, goodie. I was hoping it had bench seats. The four on the floor is a bonus."

I have oversized tires. She steps up onto the running board but still needs a bit of help. She wiggles her ass as I try to help, and my hand slides under her dress.

"Nice move." She wiggles some more enjoying my hand as it rubs her bare ass.

As a habit, I back my truck into most parking spots. Walking around the front to get into the driver's side I see her shimmy, pulling her breasts from her dress.

"Your turn," she says as I open my door. Her dress is up to her waist. I can see her thin pale blond beaver.

Undoing my belt, I slide my pants and boxers down. She is on my cock faster than plague on a flea. I grab her head; she rubs her teeth against my cock. I let go, grabbing the steering wheel.

Her mouth has an even tighter vice grip on my cock than her hand did earlier. I don't dare move, let alone breathe. She bounces twice and I moan doing my best to keep from coming immediately.

She sits back up smiling. "We can go now. I wanted to make sure you were able to get it up."

"You had doubts?" I take her left breast into my mouth tickling her nipple with my tongue. While fingering the other nipple and kneading her breast.

"I like how you think."

"Glad I wanted to see if they were suckable." We laugh pulling out of the parking lot.

She continues laughing her tits bouncing, stroking me. "I figured. But there's nothing I love more than giving head." She fingers my tip. "Except getting fucked by a big hard dick."

I'm hoping the drive to my place, less than a mile away, will take an enjoyable long time. Per my normal routine leaving the bar drunk, I take the residential streets. Fewer cops, and no traffic.

I put the truck in second gear, slipping my fingers inside her large vaginal lips. She is ready and moans with pleasure. She slides forward making sure I go as deep as I can Leaving the truck in second gear I twittle her clit. Pushing in the clutch, we coast into a left-hand turn lane.

Waiting for the signal to turn she fingers the tip of my cock. I finger her clit. The light changes and I let go, she doesn't.

Again, I leave the truck in second gear letting me explore as much of her as I can, to her obvious pleasure. She is stroking me faster and harder. To keep myself from coming I work more fingers into her.

She slows the beating of my cock, moaning, "OH MY GOD, YES!"

Taking that as she likes it, I use all my talent, and my magic fingers to please her more. She's no longer gripping me. She's now focused on her pleasure. Her hands are flat on the seat, her legs spread, eyes closed, moaning. I see a dampness on her upper lip. I'm enjoying pleasuring her and don't want to stop. We roll through two stop signs. Then we have an issue. I must shift back into first to go up a hill.

She immediately grabs my cock again. I suffer through. Until I put it back in second gear and using the clutch coast down a hill. She slides down the seat. I hold the gear shift, and she massages my hand with her pussy. I turn and she slides to the side. Her back against the door she lifts and spreads her legs, I get an eye full of her El Dorado.

"We're here."

"I want you there," she wiggles her body.

"Give me a few minutes." I pull up my pants.

"

Why are you doing that I'm going to rip them off once we get inside."

"I hope so," I smile. "But I can't walk with them down around my ankles." She laughs.

Walking to the passenger side, I see her shifting around. I open the door, and she has her legs spread. I walk up to her, stick my face in, and give her the best tongue job she's ever had. She is moaning within seconds. "Oh yeah, baby."

"Sush, you'll wake the neighbors. Going inside you can scream all you want."

"Promise to keep doing this," she asks between pants.

Inside between kissing and fondling, we help each other out of our clothes. Leaving a trail from the front door to the bedroom. In the bedroom, if she notices, she doesn't mention the obvious signs a woman lives there.

She leans on the mattress, "Oh yeah, a waterbed." She plops down sending a tidal wave through it. I crawl on top of her. "Oh no. I'm on top of you."

She straddles me bending down to let me suckle her tits. We connect, and her eyes drift away to a land of ecstasy. It grows as we begin to bob and weave. The waterbed accentuates our movements. I grab the sheets; it feels so good. I watch her body move, I want to cup and fondle her bouncing breast. We throw our heads back and shout together, letting the other know how good it feels. The bed is sloshing and bouncing forcing us closer and deeper into ravishment.

Our love cumulates, but she wants and needs more. To my surprise, I am rising to the challenge. I pull us closer, the waterbed molds to our needs. I suckle and nibble her nipples.

She shouts, "more, more, more."

I can feel her trembling. We are so close. I wrap my arms around her. Wave after wave, the bed forces us together. I can feel it. I know she does.

A tsunami of ecstasy overwhelms us both. She glistens, moaning with pleasure. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair is darker from her efforts. I can tell it's the beginning of the end, when she closes her eyes, for that one last push. We cum together, again. I slip to one side, and she collapses to the other. Too exhausted to talk, we lay there. Drifting to sleep and dreaming of future desires our hands see each other's inner thighs.

Thursday

Waking with a start I see her smiling at me. She's smiling because she's been getting me ready. This time I'm on top. Wrapping her legs around me, we are working it, and the bed is helping. We reach our togetherness in record time. This is good because as we finish, we look at the bedside clock.

Saying "Shit," together. It's 6AM.

"I'm sorry I have to go," we say at the same time. We laugh and run into the living to get dressed.

"Why are you getting dressed? You do live here?"

"Yes, I do, but I have to see a young lady and take her to school."

She looks at me.

"My daughter."

"Oh." I saw something change in her eyes. It frightened me. She promoted me from a one-night stand to a possible boyfriend. II drop her off at the bar and drive to my parents' house, three miles away. Knocking on the door, I look at my watch it's 6:59AM.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Told you I'd be here." She hugs me. My parents look at me. Before they can say anything, I ask, "Got coffee?"

"Ready," Patti announces, fifteen minutes later. She's dressed like Punky Brewster.

"OK. I'll meet you in the truck. I need to finish talking to grandma and grandpa." She skips off to the truck parked in front of the house.

"So, you're able to pick her up from school today," I ask. "I haven't heard from Gail. If I do, I'll let you know."

"Do you know how serious?"

Sighing, "Ya Mom. She stole my car registration tags and got caught. When the cops call me, I'll explain, and they'll let her go with a fine. Hopefully, she'll find some sucker to pay for it, like her latest boy toy." I wanted to say the latest guy she's fucking but Mom would have thrown a fit and I would have been there even longer.

I drop Patti off at school in Harbor City. When I'm sure I'm far enough away, I begin looking for a pay phone. Finding one I call Crystal.

"Hello?" Her voice is soft and dreamy. Seductive.

"How's the weather?"

She laughs. "He's gone. I didn't have a chance to tell you he was going to FOTP, but I guess you figured that out."

"Yeah. That's why I'm calling. Stacey Lyn has gone to visit cousins, so we have time if you want me to come over?"

"Well," her voice lowers an octave."

"Leave it open and I'll be there." We hang up.

I park half a block away and on the other side of the street. Walking as fast as I can without looking obvious, I turn up her walkway. I knock on the door and open it. Stepping inside I close it. Leaning against it I take off my shoes. She steps out of the bedroom wearing a short red baby doll teddy. Her petit tits swim in the top. Her dark black bush bulges from the tiny tight see-through bottoms. Her black ass-length hair is in a long ponytail behind her.

We step, then run to each other. I wrap her up in my arms. She is petit as Becky was Rubenesque. Her tits are small but sensitive. She turns her face upwards; we kiss. She trembles in my embrace, straining to hide her need, her yearnings. Then softening, giving up she pulls herself into me.

We hold our tight embrace. It's only been a few weeks since we've been together, but it seems longer. I can tell she feels the same. Several minutes later she looks up at me, "Hi."

"Hi," I smile down at her.

She turns away, trying to hide her blushing. "Ah, would you like some coffee?" She heads to the kitchen. The other end of the house from the bedroom.

I was hoping she'd go the other way, but coffee does sound good, "Sure." I follow her.

Her long hair plays peek-a-boo with her ass cheeks when they slip out of her tiny tight see-through panties. She stretches to reach the cups from the cupboard.