Have you ever caught a whiff of an aroma and immediately been transported to a time and place in the past? That's what happened to Monica as she was pushing her cart down the beer aisle. She never really looked at the older gentleman that passed her until she inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, or more appropriately, her step-father's cologne.
She knew it couldn't be him, but that didn't stop her from whipping her head around to verify nonetheless. When her eyes met those of the stranger, he, of course, was looking at the ample cleavage that spilled out above the neckline of her Harley Davidson tank top. He blushed at being caught, smiled, and turned down the aisle, ironically toward the dairy section.
"God provides." Her step-father's words ran through her head as she subconsciously adjusted her large breasts within the flimsy bra, remembering the argument she and her parents had when she announced that she had dropped out of school and was heading for California. Her mother had asked how she was going to provide for herself with no diploma or other marketable skills, and those searing words of her his, in reference to her well-developed teen-aged body, burned in her brain.
She looked down at herself and cursed her erect nipples, a response to the other memories of her step-father, which were the real reason why she dropped out and left home. She shook her head to clear it of those old memories and pulled two cases of Bud cans out of the cooler. Tomorrow was poker night and she and Johnny would be hosting.
Johnny was her knight in shining armor. If she hadn't met him 18 months ago, she had no idea where she would have wound up. Prison? The morgue? Or worse, having to move back home to Wisconsin.
Monica smiled when she thought back on the night they met when his coworkers brought Johnny into Hooters for his birthday. He was older than her, but she was immediately drawn to his easy smile and warm eyes. With long sideburns and the silver hoop in his left ear, it was only the salt-and-pepper chin fringe that gave away his true age.
Waitressing at Hooters was only one of the three jobs Monica was working at the time, just to keep her in the roach-infested efficiency downtown. She also had an under-the-table job cleaning people's houses, and the other job, well, she never really liked to talk about it.
She usually made a killing on tips by flirting with the horny male customers that Hooters attracted, but it was different with Johnny. They seemed to connect on a different level, and although he returned her flirting with interest, he did so with respect and never made her feel cheap. Between the shots and the endless pitcher of beer, she had a feeling Johnny was not going to have room for the complimentary slice of Chocolate Mousse Cake that she and the other Hooters girls brought to the table amid an off-key but enthusiastic rendition of the Happy Birthday song, and she was excited when he asked for a to-go box.
She had never done anything like this before, but she scribbled her name and cell phone number on the inside of the lid of the styrofoam container, dotting the 'i' in Monica with her trademark heart, and brought it to him before she chickened out.
The ensuing year and a half flew by like a whirlwind. Although not married, she and Johnny now shared a small two bedroom bungalow in the industrial section of town, and she was grocery shopping like some normal housewife back in her hometown.
A high school drop out, Johnny got his GED and had been working as a master mechanic at the Toyota dealership for the past 15 years. They loved each other deeply, both emotionally and physically, and there was little she would not do for this man who saved her from truly hitting rock bottom. He never asked about her past, which was helpful, because she knew she couldn't tell him and would have hated having to lie to him.
*****
"That could be you," Johnny said wishfully, as he fucked Monica doggie-style referencing the scene that played out on the 50-inch flat screen mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. His cock in her pussy and his thumb in her ass, they mimicked the gang-bang of Johnny's favorite porn DVD, complete with Monica deep throating a life-like black dildo and reaching back to rub her clit. The girl in the video was a redhead like Monica, but with much smaller breasts.
"All you have to do is ask, Johnny," Monica replied, after removing the dildo from her mouth, a string of saliva hanging from her chin. She secretly hoped he wouldn't, because she had put that part of her life behind her, but she also knew she would not refuse him if he did.
She went back to sucking the latex cock with the same gusto as the ginger on TV and pushed her hips back on Johnny's thrusting cock and penetrating thumb. The thick ridge of his cockhead felt wonderful as it moved over her G-spot, and from the way it twitched inside her she knew he was close to cumming.
As if rehearsed, Monica pulled off Johnny's cock at the exact moment her doppelganger did and spun around to a kneeling position on the bed. At the same time, Johnny stood over her and stroked his slightly curved tool as Monica opened her mouth and held out her breasts. The "husband" on the screen was flanked by two well-hung black dudes, but Johnny did his best to cover Monica's face and tits with his seed, even though is output was no match for the triple dose of cum which covered the young porn starlet on the screen.
Johnny propped himself up on the stack of pillows at the head of the bed and lovingly watched Monica wipe his cum from her face and eagerly licked it off her fingers and breasts. She crawled up between his legs and diligently cleaned the remnants off his shaft before settling in beside him with her head on his broad chest.
"Poker night is at our place this Friday," Johnny said, as he twirled her ginger locks in his fingers.
"I know babe," she replied, smiling to herself whenever he referred to his house as theirs. "I'll stop at the store on the way home from work on Thursday."
"And you'll wear it again, you know, for the guys?" Monica saw the way his cock twitched at the question and knew full well it wasn't just 'for the guys.'
"This Friday and any time you want me to, Johnny," she honestly replied, as she placed feathery kisses on his left nipple.