The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. and I reached over my wife to shut it off. My morning hard-on pressed against her back. She was beautiful lying there naked with her blonde hair cascading down her pillow. I thought about waking her up for a quick start-me-up this morning. Instead, I jumped out of bed and got in the shower.
By 7:00 a.m. I was showered, had breakfast, and on the freeway to start my day. Traffic wasn't too bad this morning and I reached work around 7:30 a.m. I checked my e-mail, then called home to wake up my sexy wife.
"Good morning, baby." She had answered on the first ring.
"Hi baby. I felt you get up this morning. I thought I was gonna get some the way you were pressing your cock up against my back. Shame on you for teasing me like that. How is work going?"
"Ah sweetie, I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to bug you. Work is fine. Just got here. Ooops. The boss is on the other line. Gotta go. I'll see you later. Have a good day!"
"Well, I guess I'll get up and clean this house," thought Dawn. She swung her naked body out of bed and looked in the mirror. She was proud of her body. At 51 she was still in good shape. 5'9" tall, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders and blue eyes to accent it perfectly. Her breasts were 42DD and a little saggy, but still very nice. She cupped her breasts and pinched her sensitive large nipples. They hardened between her fingers. "Save it," she thought to herself.
She slipped on her thong underwear. She didn't always wear thongs. They made her feel sexy and Dave loved them. She had the perfect ass for them. She threw on her cutoff Levi shorts. She had these shorts over ten years and they still slipped on easily. They were tattered, torn, with holes all over the place but oh so comfortable. She finished off with a button down, light blue crop-top which tied just beneath her breasts, no bra. She set off to clean the kitchen.
Back at work, the boss asked me to come to his office. I headed down the hall and entered Mr. Blake's office.
"Hi Dave. Listen, I'll get right to the point. Our Phoenix office is having problems, some kind of flu bug going around and half of them are staying home. I need someone to fly over there tomorrow and lend a hand. You're the best choice for the job. Take the rest of the day off, get your bags packed. You leave in the morning. Your flight has been booked. Let me know if you want to bring Dawn along. We'll pay for everything."
"Sure thing, boss. Glad to help. Dawn and I appreciate it. I'm sure she'd like to come," I told him.
I went back to my office and reached for the phone. I picked up the phone and hung it right back up without dialing. "Nah, I think I'll surprise her. I'm never off this early," I thought to myself. I grabbed my briefcase and stepped out into the warm day. It was just after 9:00 a.m. and already about 80 degrees. It was going to be a scorcher today in Rhode Island.
Dawn had tied her hair back into a ponytail and started on some dishes in the kitchen sink. She had opened all the windows in the house and the summer breeze felt good coming through. The doorbell rang. She looked out and saw the water truck out front and opened the door. Doug was here with their weekly delivery of bottled water.
"Good morning, Doug. I need four bottles today. Looks like it's gonna be a warm one."
"Morning, ma'am. Four bottles it is. This is my new trainee, Chris. He's just starting with the company," said Doug. "Chris, this is Mrs. Brown."
Doug had been their water man for around 3 years, always friendly and always seemed to have a twinkle in his eye, as if he knew something no one else did. He was 6'4" with dark hair and those twinkling blue eyes.
His new trainee looked like he had just come off the beach. Blonde hair, blue eyes and his shirt was tight showing off a muscular chest and arms.
"Stop being so formal, Doug. Call me Dawn. You make me sound like an old lady with that Mrs. Brown routine," she teasingly scolded.
"Mrs. Brow...I mean Dawn. You've got a long way to go before you start looking old. You are gorgeous. We'll be right back with your water."
"Just let yourselves in. I'll be in the kitchen."
Doug and Chris came in, each with two bottles of water thrown over their shoulders. They put the bottles on the floor and Chris went about replacing the empty one on the cooler. Dawn had her back to them, her hands in soapy water, finishing up her dishes.
I drove up to the house, noticing the water truck in front making his delivery and blocking the entrance to my driveway. I parked the car behind the truck and headed up his driveway on foot. I heard voices coming from the open kitchen window and decided to go around back and go in the kitchen door. As I approached the window I heard Doug speaking and Dawn was giggling like a schoolgirl. I stopped near the window to listen.
"Dawn, as long as I've been delivering here I've thought you were a beautiful woman. You don't ever need to worry about looking old. What do you think, Chris?" he asked.