Chapter Ten: Behind Enemy Lines
It had become Andrea's tradition to arrive at work horny and to work manically through the morning to be ready for Michael's one p.m. arrival. Today, however, Mike didn't arrive at one. At first, Andrea wasn't worried. He was habitually late, and though he had shown better attendance since first fucking her cleavage, she didn't need to be reminded that old habits died hard. Big dick or not, Mike could still be lazy. Though, his big dick did give him a lot of bargaining power to keep her complacent, she thought to herself, horny and restless as she waited for him.
An hour passed, and she didn't grow worried but frustrated. Normally, she would be angry that he was so late and leaving Jackson on the register. This time, however, she was horny and desperate to see him. Another thirty minutes passed before she slung her purse around her shoulder and told Jackson that she was hurrying out to find him. Jackson gave her a smile and a nod, tipping his work cap to her as she hurried toward the door. "Good luck!"
Andrea hardly paid him mind as she left. She had called Mike three times already, and all of them went straight to voicemail. A part of her, a reasonable part of her, reminded her that this was not outside of Mike's normal behavior. As disciplined and muscular as he was--and well-hung, she reminded herself--Mike was still a bit lazy. That was part of what put them at odds to begin with. No amount of thick cock or orgasms would change that about him, she thought, though this time she thought it with some affection. There was something to be said about a stubborn man, especially when that man was Mike.
Mike lived in the town over, making a long commute to make it to work every day. When Andrea had learned that about him, she had been surprised to see him have so much initiative and wondered why he hadn't just found a better job or at least one closer if he was so driven to find employment. When she learned that he lived next door to the previous boss, the woman Andrea replaced, Andrea had not been surprised. She had been jealous, though, and at the time she was completely oblivious as to why. Recent events had fully informed her. I knew, she thought, I knew that he had a big dick, and I wanted it all to myself.
The distance Mike drove made her more forgiving of him, as did his hard body and long dick. Lately, so long as he showed up to give her a fresh load, she was fine. She honestly didn't even care if he did an hour of work. She would see him paid for ten whole hours so long as he gave her ten inches to go with it. She called him again on the way and got his voicemail. The only message she could leave him was an angry growl before tossing her phone into the passenger seat and slamming her foot down on the gas.
Andrea arrived at Mike's home--his address taken from his work file--in record time and skidded to a stop. His house was smaller than she had expected, though she realized how silly it was to expect more out of him considering where he worked and lived. She pulled up to the curb and sprinted from the car. Mike's car was parked off the sidewalk just in front of her. She tried his number again but got the voice mail. When she reached the front door, he hammered it until someone answered.
An older woman met her at the door. Small and squat, she looked like a wrinkle of older skin that, when stared at long enough, took on a vague appearance of Mike, especially around the eyes and the chin. Staring at the woman, Andrea recognized her as Mike's mother. The woman eyed Andrea skeptically and held the door partway closed. "Can I help you?"
Andrea, feeling suddenly very silly, blushed and cleared her throat. "I--uh--I'm sorry. I am here looking for Michael Sparks. Does he live here?"
The woman's wrinkly brow twisted, and her thick eyebrows met with a crease of flesh between them. "He does," she articulated slowly. "Why you asking?"
Andrea put on a smile. She felt strangely giddy around this woman, not because she felt aroused in front of her, but because she wanted the woman to like her. This woman was, after all, Mike's mother, and Andrea felt like she had to make a good impression. So far, judging from the woman's hard, cold stare, she hadn't. "Hi. I'm sorry for any confusion. I'm Andrea Laborman. I'm his boss. He was over an hour late for his shift, and I was worried he was injured or worse."
The woman lingered, staring at Andrea. Her grip on the door loosened some as she moved her tongue around inside of her mouth. "Ain't nothing wrong with him 'cept he is a growing boy. He sleeping. Working all sorts of hours fer ya. No wonder he always tired."
Andrea, previously worried, now embarrassed, paused when she heard the woman's answer. Now, her brow knitted, and her jaw tightened as anger replaced her previous embarrassment and arousal. "He's...sleeping?"
"I ain't stutter, ya big breasted amazonness."
Remembering her embarrassment, Andrea blushed again and tucked her hair back behind her ears. "Oh. No. You didn't." She said that and began chewing her fingernails in worry. Though Mike's negligence hurt her, she couldn't help but imagine him sleeping, his handsome face at rest, his tight body half-exposed, covered only by a blanket (because she couldn't imagine him sleeping in anything but his boxers at most). Then, she began to imagine his morning wood, stinking of sweat and stout after a full night's rest.
With lust tightening her throat, Andrea swallowed and breathed. Arousal had spread through her now, seeped into every part of her body. Her nipples began to show, subtly, through her bra and blouse. So far, Mike's mother hadn't noticed, but Andrea did not like the way it made her look. "May I, er, go check on him?"
Mike's mother stared at her for another long moment and then rolled her eyes. "I should say no, but then I couldn't stop ya if I wanned, could I, ya giant? He in the back, sleep with door open." The woman shuffled out of the way and back toward whatever sensational talk show she had on the tv.
Andrea closed the door behind her as she entered. She walked carefully, following momma's directions to the back of the house. It was smaller inside than it was outside, and it didn't take her long to find Mike's room. She passed trash, knickknacks, and guns on the way, and everything stunk horribly of cigarette smoke. Just this brief exposure showed her how Mike became who he was and why he went into the military to begin with. She began to feel for him, and she also saw him as a product of his upbringing and not just a well-hung asshole.
As momma had said, Andrea found Mike asleep with his door open. He was half-naked, as she had imagined, his blanket as Andrea had assumed it would be. His naked torso was on display, as were his muscular legs. Only his crotch seemed to be obscured by the blanket, though she could see a hint of dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed, showing underneath one edge of the blanket. Her heart raced as she closed the door behind her and turned to regard him.
