No One under the age of eighteen is being depicted as having sex.
I haven't written anything since high school, please be kind with this my first attempt.
Edited by my hetero life partner Pat. Inspired by
blackrandl1958
's
https://www.literotica.com/s/ghost-23
Yes I did ask for permission and was told to go for it
I've recently been diagnosed with PTSD and so I've written the symptoms as the condition affects me; Unreasonable anger and crippling depression.
It was late afternoon and I was having trouble on getting the lacquer on a Custom frame to lie properly.
One of the clients wanted a particular layered finish to the paint and I was finding it difficult to get it lay even on the frame. But that's what he was paying the big bucks for.
The workshop was hot and smelt of old engine oil and stale sweat, the fans were pretty much just moving the air around, not actually making the temperature any easier to work in.
It was a biker's custom workshop popular with the local clubs, not affiliated to any particular group. Well known in the trade to get customers from all over.
Despite the heat I was wearing overalls, boots, a face mask and goggles to keep the paint from getting on me,
A blue and red bandana did little to stop sweat running down my forehead and pooling in my goggles.
My chest and armpits were running with sweat soaking my undershirt.
I was seriously really looking forward to getting out of all this gear and being able to cool off. Preferably with a beer. Maybe three.
If I hadn't been concentrating so hard I might have noticed her earlier.
She obviously didn't belong in this setting.
Cute with light brown hair, hazel eyes, Slim but with a young figure, wearing a knee length summer frock and sandals in the afternoon heat. She stood uncertainly in the open door way of the workshop.
The glare of the sunlight outside made a halo around her silhouette.
A picture of a young attractive female
"Hello!, Excuse me?" she called out nervously " I'm looking for my Father!" She looked around at the half dozen men working there "His name is Gerald Elliott,"
No answer, a couple of the men near the front glanced around but continued working on the machines around them everyone else pretty much just ignored her apart from some hungry looks at her youth and attractiveness.
"Excuse me?" she called again louder attempting to be heard over the sounds of engines and tools "Does anyone know where I could find my father, Gerald Elliott?"
I stood still in the back of the paint area, the frame between myself and the young woman's line of sight, pretending that I hadn't heard her keeping my attention on the frame and the spray of the paint, thankful now that I had the mask and goggles on adding to my disguise
She took a couple of nervous steps into the shade of the shop. Almost wringing her hands.
Looking at each of the men present in turn.
Finally thankfully before she came too close to me, Elroy stood up from the bike where he was working near the front and faced her,
Elroy is perhaps the blackest dude I knew, tall and sinewy, he towered over her.
"No one of that name here lady!" he told her wiping his hands on a rag.
"Think you have the wrong address".
"No!" she answered looking up at him. "His friend James said he was here"
In the back I cursed under my breath, cursed Jimmy for opening his big mouth, cursed my luck that she'd found this place.
Wondering why she was here. The last time I'd heard her voice she was calling me an asshole.
Elroy smiled, He had a big white smile, "Lady, this is my shop, I been here five years and there is no one here of that name".
Instantly she carried on, "He's about fifty years old, about five ten, has grey hair, a beard and wears glasses,"
"Lady!" Elroy answered her, his smile slipping" There's no one here like that, I think you gotta go and talk to your friend"
Realizing finally that no one was going to help, her face fell and she turned and walked slowly back out of the door, turning just the once to look forlornly back at the men working there before leaving.
God she looked so much like her mother it hurt.
Elroy watched and made sure that she'd left before walking slowly around the workshop as if checking their work; finally he came up alongside me as if inspecting my painting.
"Gerald. Really?" that big ass wide smile returned.
"Fuck off Elroy!"
I was really shaken to see my daughter, what was a nineteen year old girl doing here at the edge of nowhere?
I was careful leaving the shop that afternoon, riding home I half expected to find her waiting for me. Fortunately there was no sign of her there or anywhere else on my ride home.
But when I went out that night to meet with friends in the bar, I hadn't been seated long when there she was.
If she looked out of place in the workshop, she was definitely out of her element in a bikers bar, dressed in the light summer frock and being so pale she almost shone out against the dark of the bar and the people within.
Hesitantly she made her way to the counter, not realising the man she was seeking was sat next to her as she asked the bar tender if he knew a Gerald Elliott, when he told her that he did not she turned to face the patrons her eyes passing over those sat at the bar without recognizing me.
I'd had changed more than my appearance, Gone was the expensive apartment, German car, the suits and martinis in starred restaurants.
Now there was the trailer in the park, the Japanese motorcycle, T-shirts, jeans, leathers and beer in cafes and bars where I ate.
I was known to everyone locally by the name," Jerry", a quiet man an easy listener to off load problems too. But not someone that you'd ever want to piss off.
In my appearance where I'd been pale skinned the outdoor life had burnt my skin dark weathered tan, and bleached my hair white.
I was three stone lighter and much broader in the shoulder and chest; the fat had gone from my face, neck and waist. I now had prominent cheek bones.
I worked out regularly with Elroy using the punch bag and the free weights behind the shop.
I'd cut and shaved the hair from my head and face, no stylists now.
I wore Brown tinted contacts instead of glasses.
I rarely smiled.
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I'd had to go away because of work.
Not a big deal. Throughout my married life I'd often be away a few days at a time, some times a week, and occasionally more.
But a lot more this time I'd be away almost six weeks, setting the ground work for a new enterprise in a foreign country.
I'd explained why I had to go, why it had to be me and not someone else, and that the dangers of taking a family to such a violent, volatile country which rebel factions still fought a bitter terrorist battle with the government, meant they couldn't come with me.
Karen my wife said she understood, she told me that she was afraid for me to be in such a troubled part of the world.
I'd promised that this would be the very last time we'd be apart like this. After this I'd never have to work away from home again
I was working as a civilian consultant to the Agency
While I was away the Agency would provide a liaison in the form of a young agent called Clay White who'd take care of my family. Keep them apprised and up to date.
Fearing possible reprisals from the fundamental terrorist groups where I'd be working. He'd be a level of security for them keeping me in the loop at home providing contact and communication
I hated going away.
But I was working for my family's future, this would be it. The big score. I'd never have to leave them again. After this I was pretty much guaranteed that promotion.
The night before I left we'd tired the girls out with a trip to the zoo, fed them and put them to bed early. After tucking them in I stood looking at them sleeping for a long moment from the doorway, loving them so much.
When I came down stairs I found my wife in the kitchen putting the plates in the machine. I admired her beautiful body. Her scent teased my senses, alluring welcoming.
Coming up behind her I kissed the back of her neck as she straightened and cupped her breasts through her blouse.
She jumped from the surprise but settled quickly back against me as I continued to kiss around her neck and fondled her breasts, Feeling her nipples harden at my touch.
She moaned softly and turned to face me, breaking my grip on her breasts before it became too intense, She stood up on tip toe and kissed me passionately her arms around my shoulders up to the back of my head. Grinding her hips against my hardening rod.
She led me to our bedroom, turned and stopped me with a hand on my chest, then holding me with her eyes she unbuttoned her blouse, she pulled the tails free and tossed it to a chair, kicking off her shoes she undid her slacks and pushed them over her hips with an easy hip motion she let them slide down smoothly revealing her long smooth shapely legs.
Stepping out of them she stopped my attempt to advance to her with another hand on my chest, until I halted. Keeping the eye contact, daring me to look away. She slid first one strap of her lacy white bra then the other off her shoulders, with a coy smile teasing me she unclipped it and let it fall.
I so loved her breasts, high and firm even after two children.
With a thumb either side she pushed her white panties down over her hips to follow her slacks down her legs to the floor and posed for me, hands on hips smiling at the effect she had on me.
Naked she'd stepped forward and kissed me deeply hands busy on my belt and trouser fly.
When we first moved into our first apartment together we rarely ever wore clothing at home, tearing it off each other as soon as one or the other got through the front door, a couple of times I'd chased her along the passage from the stairs stripping her as we ran panting for the apartment door
Always tearing each other's clothes off.
Now, freeing my engorged penis she slid to her knees holding it firmly in her hand.
Looking and smiling up at me as she slid her hand smoothly up and down its length.
