"...I can't believe that you're going to be gone for three whole days." My wife Linda said as we lay in bed. "Your job sucks." Yeah she had that much right. She was upset because I had to go to our corporate office in California for three days to go through some BS team building workshop. I was notified earlier in week and was told I would be there from Thursday to Saturday with the other manager in my office Rebecca; that was about the only good news they gave me.
Rebecca and I get along great; you might even say we were best friends. I spend so much time with her and know so much about her that my wife teases we're the ones that are married. I've been working with Becca for well over ten years now and our families have become really good friends in that time. Her husband Tom and I are like brothers, and again I constantly catch shit from my wife that I am in a relationship with him as well.
Becca is a little older than me but I'd be lying if I said she wasn't hot and way out of my league. She is about 5'9" with curves in all the right places, blonde hair blue eyes and a chest to die for. And as if her looks weren't enough she has a killer personality she's funny, smart, quick witted, and she has one of the dirtiest minds I've ever come across... Wait that sounds bad; what I mean is she does not offend easily, which is good in our line of work since it is a predominantly male environment. Becca and I would often talk, flirt and, most of the time overshare information about our relationships. There's not much that Becca didn't know about me. She's easy to talk to, and I loved our daily texting sessions that without fail would always turn dirty real fast. It's not like I was flirting to try and get her in the sack, It was playful and Becca seemed to always say something that would leave me speechless, and then she'd giggle to herself knowing what she did to me.
"...Are you going to miss me?" Linda asked, snapping me back to our conversation.
"Of course I'll miss you." I said as I pulled her close to me, and began to stroke her arm and upper chest. I lowered myself down to her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. To my delight she began to kiss back, and for a minute we began to make out like we were back in high school. I continued to stroke my finger down her chest and right about the time I got to her nipples my hand got slapped away.
"Why do you have to be such a pig all the time..." My wife said pulling away and covering herself up. Man I must have miss read that, I thought as I fell back into my side of the bed. After an audible sigh I closed my eyes and tried to think of something to make the hard problem in my shorts disappear.
I wasn't angry; this has kind of been the story of my sex life for quite some time now. Don't get me wrong, Linda and I get along great. We've been together since high school and back then we used to fuck any chance we got, and we could never get enough. I used to think this girl was going to be the death of me, and some of the kinky shit she was into used to blow my mind. But then the kids came, the stress of life and somewhere along the line we drifted in two separate directions when it came to our sex lives. Unfortunately she went to the chilly north.
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My phone started going off an hour before I had to wake up, which really sucked because I already had to wake up earlier than normal for the four hour drive to California. I grabbed my phone and sounding annoyed I said Hello without even looking to see who it was.
"Brad, it's Becca sorry to call you so early but I need your help..." came a mildly panicked voice from the other end of the phone. I sat up worried and asked what was going on, still trying to clear my head.
"Is there any way I can ride with you today? My car won't start and Tom's away on his business trip."
Of course" I told her," I wasn't planning on getting up so damn early, but I guess now I'll have to get up and shower since you'll be in the car with me" I said jokingly. Becca laughed and told me not to get all spiffed up on her part. I told her I would be there to get her within the hour and she had better have breakfast ready.
I pulled up to Beccas house and she was outside waiting for me. We loaded up her stuff and hit the road.
"Thanks for letting me ride with you" Becca said as we started down the road.
"Don't mention it. You know you can ride me...um I mean ride with me whenever you want." I playfully said.
Becca laughed and pulled her pillow from the back seat and said "well you're just going to have to settle for me sleeping with you."
"Um, driver if you would be so kind as to wake me when we get there" She teased as she reclined her chair and closed her eyes. "And oh yeah" she said as she reached in her purse. "Here's your breakfast" as she handed me a Pop Tart and started laughing.
About two hours in to the four hour drive I began to get a little restless. The audio book that I had downloaded was just sort of dragging on, and the sun just started to rise. I glanced over at Becca who was still sleeping and noticed a fair amount of visible cleavage. She was wearing a white button down blouse and it looked like when she was getting ready this morning she forgot to button a couple of the top buttons. The morning sunlight had just started to spill into the car, and I couldn't help but to steal glances of that ample chest moving up and down in the early morning sunlight. I began to fantasize of what it would be like to wake up in bed next to her and watch her bare breast move the same way as the light peaked through the blinds. I think I may have gotten a little too lost in this fantasy because I began to drift of the road. I quickly jerked back into my lane when I hit the "wake up" grooves on the side of the highway. This action woke up Becca and she saw that I was a little flushed and asked if I was ok.
"Yeah, I um...ah...was just trying to change the radio and took my eyes off the road for a sec" it was the quickest lie I could come up with.
"Well don't kill us" she said "I'm not ready to go yet". I laughed it off and jokingly said that it would be better than spending the next three days at our corporate offices. "Very true" she said agreeing with me.
She had asked if we could stop at the gas station coming up so that she could use the restroom and get something to drink. "No problem" I said as I got off the highway.
I pulled into the gas station and Becca started to get out of the car.
"You coming?" She asked as she opened the door.
"Yeah I'll be there in a sec" I said "I just want to check my email" another lie. But I couldn't tell her that I had a ragging hard on from my little fantasy, and I was trying like hell to get it to go down before she noticed. After Becca walked into the store, I quickly tried to adjust myself so that at least it wouldn't be noticeable. After a couple of minutes of trying and failing to adjust myself Becca came walking back out with a couple of drinks.
"Here you go you workaholic you. I never saw you come in and I figured you could use some caffeine to keep you awake and on the road." Thankful I took the drink, and told her I was sorry but I had to answer a few emails.
"Anything exciting?" she asked." Nope, just needed to make a few adjustments" I said smirking at my own inside joke.
We hit the road again, and this time to my disappointment Becca left her seat up and pulled out her tablet to get some of her work done.
"So is that tent in your pants Lindas doing?" Becca asked nonchalantly as she went through her email. My face flushed red hot, and my ears were on fire from the embarrassment as I realized that she had noticed my um... problem.
Becca laughed and said "awww don't be embarrassed" as she look back at my lap "heck from what I can see you should be pretty proud..."
Still embarrassed I totally did not pick up on her complement, I just reiterated her comment and stuttered "uh... Ye-yeah... Lindas fault".
