I was just finishing up my work at the College I teach at. My last class was another of those long sessions on anatomy followed by a test. The school is small, so I grade all the tests myself by hand.
I admit some of my work is boring, and a glance out the window at the unusual summer rain storm didn't help. I looked in my appointment book, and it was empty, so I clicked on my emails like I always do before heading for home. Here was one from my wife, Lee. "Have fun!" it read. "I will see you when I get back Sunday night!" with the usual *Kisskiss* at the end.
"Now what the hell?" I thought. I didn't even know she was going anywhere, I vaguely remembered the conversation at breakfast, something about a bowling tournament with her Mother.
"Just great," I thought, all alone, no bookings, raining too. It was going to be a long weekend. I clicked up the literotica site to check out the new stories, and happened to check my own file to see if I got any new votes. As I was scrolling down the list, I spotted a new one! Lee had written one, she knows all my passwords. I had encouraged her to write her views on things, but she really doesn't do it much.
I read the story of the trip we took to the river, she made me sound like some kind of superman, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I just did what had to be done, there wasn't any time at all to consider the pros and cons of it. If I had failed and gone over the falls, my name would be in the paper in a little blurb about being stupid, I guess.
But I didn't, it worked, that was it.
Amiko showing up was a surprise, and her being in the same business as me was another. If I did have a reward coming, I must say that the one she gave me was exceptional!
I closed out the program, and deleted the history, since my boss at the College loves to snoop. I then locked up and headed for the house, a 35 mile drive that I find pleasant. This time of year everything is green and pretty, the rain just seemed to make it better.
As I drove, my mind flashed back to Amiko. She sure is a pretty little thing, not a bit over 5' 1," and she couldn't be more than 110 pounds. I though of the way her hips filled out the slacks she was wearing, and the soft almost perfect size bulge in her blouse. What I had really noticed was the muscles in her arms, I loved the way her biceps bulged, and each line of muscle in her forearms stood out well defined from years of massage sessions.
That probably sounds nutty, but I am a massage therapist, muscles and they way they work are my life.
I was just thinking of the way her chest started to heave with excitement as she reached out to grasp my erection when the car in the lane next to me made a wild maneuver my way! I hit the brakes and swerved to the right, too late! He clipped my left front fender, knocking me to the right towards a row of parked cars. I tried to miss them to the right, across the sidewalk when WHAM! Someone hit me from the rear and the airbag in the steering column smacked me in the face.
The next thing I knew I was standing outside in the pouring rain, wiping at my eyes which were burning. I heard someone say "The asshole didn't even stop!."..
Police came, we filled out reports, and I called a taxi. My brand new Van was history, hell, I hadn't even had it a month yet..I had spent some of the Reno winnings on the thing, every option known to man, I liked it, dammit!
Finally home, I jumped in the shower and washed up. My mood was not exactly exhuberant, let me tell you! I looked at my face in the mirror, all red and puffy. I had checked myself all over, other than an arm that was even more sore than it was already, I was fine. So I went downstairs to the living room and clicked on the TV. We have 270 channels coming in from a huge satellite dish in the yard, and there was 270 channels of drivel. I stopped on some silly show with a guy with an accent dragging snakes out from under things, hoping he would get bit in the process, when there came a soft knock on the door.
It was Amiko! I looked her up and down, she was standing there soaked to the skin. I opened the door and let her in.
She looked at me in a bit of shock, I must have looked a mess standing there in my T-shirt and blue jeans, with my face all puffy and red as a beet. She wasn't a hell of a lot better, wet as a dog, standing there dripping on my carpet.