Pulling out of the driveway at 7:45 in the morning, John noticed the lawn maintenance crew pulling up to the curb. He recognized the one black man getting out of the passengers side of the truck, but didn't know where from. Each smiled and waved at John. Jamison, the guy John recognized unloaded his equipment but the remainder of that crew drove off to a nearby neighbor's yard.
Jamison stands about 6'5" and handsome at that with a well built frame from his days long ago playing college football. He sported a sharp haircut to boot. John stopped to say good morning and they made brief small talk with each other.
Elaine, John's wife was upstairs and was about ready to step into the tub for her morning bath; she heard the conversation and peeked between the curtains to see who was talking that early in the morning.
"You seem so familiar to me, how do I know you", John asked the maintenance man. Jamison didn't know and felt it wasn't important for that matter. Jamison wasn't aware of where he was at anyways. He only does lawns by their addresses, not customer name.
Jamison's past brought him down from a lucrative position in the brokerage industry and he was one of the up and coming men that proceeded through the ranks. His intuition brought fortunes to clients all over the world.
John is one of the most powerful developers albeit modest at that, in the mid-west region. His conservative ways have led him to great invested wealth and influence as well.
Elaine for the longest time worked in the same complex as John and Jamison but all three worked on different floors. What ties this all together was that Elaine did business with the firm Jamison worked for and several times with Jamison directly.
There was history between her and Jamison; John never met the man face to face. He had only seen pictures, for whatever reason, of him in newspapers.
John went and dropped off the kids at school and went on to work for the day wondering off and on, how he knew Jamison and what it was he was involved with that kept reoccurring in his mind. It would come later.
Jamison primed up his equipment. He accidentally left his coffee, lunch and his cell phone in the truck, buried beneath all the paperwork he was required to fill out for a job. Elaine watched him and she was delighted. She fell in love with him, last year.
"Oh my Lord, she thought to herself, oh wouldn't it be wonderful to sit down and talk with him again?" She was in awe of the man who pleased her and did so in a charmingly abundant way last year.
Only one thing, the actions, and behavior were highly discouraged at this brokerage firm. This was the top brokerage outfit in the area! Someone saw them drive off one afternoon and that person knew John. They of course, let him know.
That person decided to follow Elaine and Jamison one afternoon as they drove to the Hymen Hotel in suburban Pennverville and watched them register and quietly walk in together to one of the luxurious rooms in the tower. That's how everything came apart and how it got back to John.
Nevertheless, the incident got Jamison fired. Jamison's wife eventually found out as she read it all in the papers and instantly filed for a divorce and hence here he is doing lawn maintenance. His life savings was either tied up in Alimony and child support or in mutual funds he couldn't cash in on.
Anyways, Jamison tried to fire up his riding more. He tried repeatedly and nothing. All the while Elaine is imagining all the wonderful and hott, passionate moments from last year. How he made obsessive love to her. How he felt inside of her. How his long, large, dark manhood felt in her hands or in her mouth as she caressed not just any old cock, but one that represented a robust fulfillment in not just any woman's life but her life!
She could feel his cock and its firmness now! She could feel what would revitalize her soul when thinking of his body and his monstrous equipment when she handled it! How solid it could become. How strong it upheld itself. Her mouth watered for it, now that she began thinking of last year. A renewed spirit and excitement initiated within her.
Her thighs began moistening from within the linings. She began to touch her own clit as she remembered how they had sex habitually with each other. So many different ways and so many varieties they would attempt. Each was so astounding to her!
He always wore that special cologne, never available at any local retail outlet. He would purchase it online at a special site he frequented.
He wore it everyday in hopes he would find her again. If he did, who knows what would happen, he always thought to himself.
She saw that there was a problem. This was her chance! It was her chance to say hi again, catch up and see how her lost love was doing. She missed him so, so much. She would sometimes spend countless of hours in her bathtub 'treating' certain areas on her, seeking special erotic fantasies about him.
By a stroke of luck, he began walking up to her door. She was only in her robe and nothing else. She was prepared to draw a hot bath. She started the hot water and put oils into it. It was blistering, but as she was about to remove her robe, the door bell rang.
"Oh my God, could that be Jamison, she wondered? Oh, I hope he has come and rang my doorbell", she continued saying aloud. She lightly tied up her robe. She walked down stairs to answer the door. She saw that it was Jamison and her whole heart and soul began boiling with aroused excitement!
