So, one day my wife, Kathi, asked me to write her an erotic story. I have always been good with words and have many sexual fantasies; however it is sometimes difficult for me to put these fantasies down on paper. The truth is, the reason I have such detailed fantasies is because other than my wife, I don't have much experience with sex at all. We have an open relationship, but it's almost like I have forgotten how to get a woman.
I spent hours sitting at my computer, reading other stories on Literotica, and hoping that something would come to me. Anything! But, nothing did. I wanted my story to be original, not just another run of the mill story where two people meet, have sex and the climax of the story just happens to be the sexual climax. I wanted to tell a real story, but I couldn't. After a while, I got frustrated and needed a drink.
Now, if I was still at my house in Tennessee, I would simply go to the kitchen and make myself a Tequila Sunrise or Pina Colada. However, I was not in Tennessee I was in Alaska. Kathi and I had gone to Alaska for the summer to visit her Bible hugging mother who did not allow alcohol in the house. So, basically, I have to drink in my Jeep in the garage. It's a two car garage that we share with another apartment number in this shitty run down complex, not really what you would expect a nurse who earns in two months what I make in a year to live in, but hey that's my mother-in-law for you!
So, I take a trip to the nearest liquor store and grab myself a lime flavored beer or sissy beer as most of you would call it, out of the cooler. After taking a look at the Rum and Tequila available, for future reference, I head to the cashier with ID in hand. People in Alaska ask for your ID no matter what you do. If you use a credit card, buy alcohol, cigarettes, rated R movies, or rated M games you will be carded and I'm not just talking about one store, everybody here does it. Oh, and you have to be 19 to buy cigarettes here. What kind of bullshit is that? I never thought I would be so happy to be 22.
So, I get to the register where I find this gorgeous Russian cashier that I had not noticed when I came in. That's the only good thing about Alaska, I thought, there is an amazing variety of races and nationalities here and they are all amazingly Hot! The Russian cashier was wearing a conservative black skirt that came down past her knees, but a very accentuating blouse with the top three buttons undone.
As I walked out of the place, I thought maybe she would make a good story idea. Maybe something to do with me coming in right at closing time, the both of us end up in the back stock room somehow licking each other from head to toe after enjoying a fine Russian Vodka mixed with some OJ. I could see it now, we would be carelessly bumping into boxes while ripping each others clothes off with passion and anticipation. Kissing, groping and moaning until finally her skirt is hiked up high above her waist and her breasts are out in the open, then she would frantically unbutton/unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing cock and shove it right into her already wet pussy as we both let out a groan of ecstasy.
Oh, well, I didn't have a pen, pencil, paper, or computer on hand and I would probably not know how to put the idea into words anyway, just like all of my other fantasies. So, I got in my Jeep and headed back to the apartment. Sitting in the garage with the drink and some fast food that I picked up on the way home I began to get to work. Take a few greasy fries and combine that with a couple of swigs from the oversized beer that I got and then take a bite from the even greasier cheeseburger. That way, you don't get drunk as fast. Yeah, I know I only bought one beer what can I say I'm a light weight. After a few bites of what may have been the nastiest burger I have ever tasted, I decided I was not all that hungry after all and just began to sip on the beer. Smart Michael!
Now, when Kathi and I first came up here two months ago the apartment next to us, with whom we shared the garage, was empty. About a week ago, though, some idiot finally rented out the place. I never saw them, but they drive one of those tricked out import cars that make you wonder why they didn't just buy a fast car to begin with rather than buying a slow car and adding to it. Seems like a lot of work that could have been avoided to me. Anyway, I wouldn't even be mentioning them but it just so happens that the new neighbor came down to the garage while I was drinking and asked me what I was doing.
Now, you remember what I told you was the best thing about Alaska? Well, this wasn't Paul Walker who moved in next door to us, it was a 21 year old Japanese/Chinese mix girl who doesn't look a day over 16, especially since she was wearing a school girl uniform that particular night. So, I explained to her why I was sitting in the garage drinking and she explained to me why I should go put on something nice and go out with her that night. Now, normally I don't go clubbing, but she told me she would buy me a drink and that there was a school girl contest going on tonight. So, in less than two minutes I had gone up to my apartment and changed into my dress clothes and hosed myself down with body spray.
I couldn't help but think of the body spray commercials and how I hoped that the same thing would happen tonight with the school girls and all. So, I hopped into the neighbor's car and she introduced herself as Lily. The neighbor, not the car. The cars name was Lightning McQueen. Ha-ha, just fucking with you.
