When You Least Expect It
Chapter 2
Back At Home
John pulled into the double car garage and the door slid slowly down behind him. He then shifted to reverse and shut off the engine of the BMW. Unfastening his seatbelt and applying the emergency brake, John leaned back against the headrest.
Thoughts of the young woman he'd met tonight, Chyna, filled his thoughts. Her elegant athletic body. Her beautiful unblemished mocha complexion. The swell of her firm young breasts. The perfect plumpness of her backside. It was all pushing him towards sensory overload.
He just couldn't wrap his head around what had transpired that evening.
At 43 years old, John considered himself, if not necessarily old, then aged. If you had told him the previous day that he would be flirting with a woman of color half his age, John would have laughed. If you had also told him that she would not only reciprocate his attention, but without asking eagerly give him her number, he would have literally fallen over with mirth and rolled around.
The fact that less than 15 minutes ago all of those things had happened was sinking in.
John opened his eyes slowly and stared at the black headliner adorning the inside of his vehicle.
Tilting his head down and slightly to the side, he looked into the rear view mirror and flashed a smile. "Not bad old man", he said to himself. "Not bad at all".
John opened the door and stepped out. He gently but firmly closed it.
He couldn't help but stop and admire the gorgeous sports car. German engineering at its finest. It was a 2007 330i six speed manual painted alpine white with black leather interior. The windows were darkly tinted which provided a stark contrast against the pristine white paint.
The grey wheels were the factory sports package rims but wrapped around them were a set of 595 SS soft compound drift tires.
Over the 3 years that he'd owned the car, John had made several tasteful modifications as well as multiple performance upgrades.
The exterior now sported a duck bill trunk lid, slotted and drilled rotors gleamed behind the rims with blue brake calipers mounted on top, and an extended bumper lip adorned the front that gave it an edgy stance.
The only things that had been done under the hood were installing an aluminum radiator, replacing the factory air filter and housing with a cold air intake that was aluminum with blue fittings, and swapping out the factory spark plugs for a set of hotter running NGK's. He had also had a mild tune done on the engine at a local garage that specialized in European performance vehicles.
All in all, it was a bad ass ride that turned heads whenever he drove it.
It had actually captured the attention of the young woman at the bar. She had mentioned the nice vehicle sitting in front of the place while talking to John. His coworker Corey who was sitting beside him at the bar had quickly spoken up telling her it belonged to John.
She had looked out of the large glass windows and turned back to John. "Is that really your ride", she had said with a curious expression? "Yes ma'am", he replied with a somewhat proud look. "It's a Beamer right"she quickly shot back glancing outside again? "It is", John stated. "I would love to have a car that nice one day", Chyna countered wistfully. Corey laughed and told her she should come get a job at the plant and she could. "Really? And I would be able to afford a ride that nice", she said looking at the two men questioningly? "Sure, John can get you in the door. He's our supervisor", Corey said confidently. "Wow. Handsome, a nice car and a good job", Chyna had said turning to look at John with undisguised desire.
He had blushed slightly but had not broken eye contact with the woman.
John replayed this all in his head while moving away from the car and climbing up the two steps in the garage and opening the door to the laundry/mud room.
