Rewarded
When I first started writing stories for Literotica, I wanted to try writing in different categories. While I have done a little of that, most of my stories have fallen into two specific categories. This is my first story in this category.
If you have read any of my other stuff you know that you are going to learn about the characters before, during, and after the fun stuff. This story is no different so if you are looking for a 'quickie' this won't be for you. All characters are over 18.
When I passed the two-mile mark of my run I was hurting. I was positive it was the spike in temperature today. Yesterday the high was eighty, one of the warmest days in May so far. Right now, it was ninety-two and I hadn't had a chance to acclimate to it. The other possibility was my pace, it definitely felt like I was running faster than my normal just under ten-minute mile gait.
I was positive my pace was related to what I guess would be described as the anger I was feeling. Maybe it was closer to anxiousness combined with hostility. I was pretty sure last night my wife had confirmed what I already knew, she was having an affair with her boss. It wasn't definite but it was really the only explanation.
We were both fifty years old. I would be fifty-one next month, her birthday was seven months later. I had retired eleven months ago right after I turned fifty. She was supposed to have retired when she turned fifty but had continued to make excuses to keep working.
If she had told me she was going to do that I would have put off retiring myself. I had loved my job as a firefighter and only retired because I had pretty much maxed out the amount I would get from what was a very generous pension. That was the benefit of having started my career just before my twentieth birthday almost thirty-one years ago.
With me being able to receive my full pension, along with a very successful 457 retirement account, along with my wife's savvy investing we were very comfortable financially. When our daughter had gone off to college three and half years ago, the plan had been we would both retire and start traveling since we could afford it and had no real responsibilities at home.
About two years before it was time to retire, I had noticed changes in Dawn. First her work travel had increased, at least once a month she was heading out of town for a few nights. She also became more attached to her phone, constantly checking it and typing on it. Lastly our intimacy slowed way down, we had gone from a couple times a week to once or twice a month and currently it had probably been at least three months since the last time we had sex.
When I was working, I hadn't really noticed what was happening but after I retired it was easy to see and feel it. I constantly felt like I was in Dawn's way or preventing her from being able to do something. As fire fighter I had worked twenty-four-hour shifts, so she had a lot of time by herself at home after Katy had gone to school.
I had asked her gently about it and she pretty much dismissed me and told me that she had always supported my career and that I should do the same for her. I didn't disagree with that but deep down I knew it was about more than her job.
I had just moved past the three-mile marker of my run and had a half hour to go. I was really hurting now and knew I was close to the worst part. The final quarter mile, of my three and half mile run, was uphill except for maybe the one hundred to two hundred feet at the very end where it flattened out.
Fortunately, my IPod shuffled into some Guns and Roses, I was sure that would give me the boost to finish. I hit the uphill slope and told myself I would keep up the pace even though a part of me felt like I was going to die. I knew sweat was pouring off me at this point.
I kept pushing and I looked up ahead and now had a visual motivation to go along with the audio. In my neighbor's drive way, I saw a woman bent over and her black pants were stretched tight over what I knew was an incredible ass. I knew that getting to see her, and especially getting to see her in black yoga pants, was my reward for pushing myself on this run.
She had the trunk of her white Kia four door open and was bent over into it. Just before I reached her, she stood up and looked over at me. Normally she was friendly, but she had a worried and sad look on her face and gave me a dismissive way as I passed behind her. I was focusing on reaching my driveway, so I didn't pay much attention.
I hit my self-designated finish line and moved to a slow walk while checking my time. I had beat my previous best by almost ninety seconds. My pace had been very fast. I had walked about one hundred feet and turned around. When I did, I could see that Hanna was still at her car but was sitting against the opening of her trunk. As I moved even closer, I saw that the passenger side rear tire was flat.
I continued to walk towards her and reached up to take my ear buds out. When I looked closer, I realized that she was wearing black dress pants not yoga pants, had on a nice blouse and a pair of black shoes that had about three-inch heel on them. She looked over at me and frowned. My breathing was finally slowing down.
"Hey Hanna. Need some help with that flat tire?" I asked as I noticed her dad's Toyota wasn't there, but her brother's car was.
"Yea... I guess. Doesn't matter right now to much though." She said the frustration in her voice was evident.
"Why not? Is Josh home. Can he help?" I asked, still trying to understand what was going on and why she was wearing something besides athletic wear, which was the normal attire I would see her in.
"I need to get to the base in thirty minutes for an interview and the only way I would do that is if I left right now. Even if the tire can stuff worked, I probably wouldn't make it, and my dad told to never use it unless it was emergency, although I think this qualifies." She said staring down at the sidewalk. "I am pretty much fucked, and my dad and Josh are in the Outer Banks on a fishing trip. They won't be home until late on Monday.
I was surprised to hear her say that word and it must have shown.
"I am sorry Mister Thomas. I just... well I was really hoping to get this internship." She said to me.
"If you leave now, you can make it?" I asked her.
"Yes... like right now."
"And you can drive a stick, right? I saw your dad teaching you on Adam's Jeep."
"Yes. Why?" She asked looking confused.
"Be right back." I told her and ran into my house.
She was staring at her flat tire when I came back out and jogged over and handed her my Jeep keys saying. "Take my Jeep. Leave your keys and I will work on getting the tire fixed while you are gone."
Her eyes opened wide with shock at my suggestion. I pressed my keys into her hand.
"I can't... I... I can't..."
I cut her off. "You can and you need to get going. I will see you when you get back. Good luck with the interview."
She blinked a couple times and then opened the passenger side door and took out her purse and what looked like a file folder. She smiled at me as she moved to my Jeep and climbed in. I hated it but as she moved to my Jeep my eyes had been glued to her butt as she had walked away from me. Somehow, I was sure she knew I had done that. I watched as she started it, buckled her seat belt and drove off, the smile on her face obvious.
I went and grabbed a towel from my house to wipe off the sweat and went back and investigated the situation with her car. The rear tire was completely flat, and the car was parked in a drive way that sloped downward towards the street. Looking in the trunk there was no spare, just a can of emergency tire filler, a lug wrench and a scissor jack.
I walked back to my garage and gathered the stuff I needed. First, my small floor jack and a four-way lug wrench. I took them over to her car and went back and gathered up a bunch of scrap lumber. Using my fire department skills, I started to build some cribbing and an even surface for my jack after I had loosened the lug nuts.
It didn't take long, and I had the tire removed. I did a visual inspection and saw a small screw in the center of the tread. Based on the tread wear these tires were fairly new. I carried the tire over to my truck and tossed it in the bed. A quick stop inside my house for my truck keys, wallet, cell phone, and a water bottle and I was off to the local vehicle repair shop.
I had thought about offering Hanna my truck, but it was a pretty large vehicle and I had never seen her drive anything bigger than her dad's Toyota Forerunner. I was hoping that I could get the tire repaired for her and back on her vehicle this afternoon.
Hanna, her Dad, her brother Josh, and another brother who I almost never saw had moved here just over four years ago. Her dad was in the Marine Corp and was a divorced. They must have shared custody of Hanna because she wasn't there all the time. Both brothers were in college at the time they had moved in.
The dad and her brother Josh were friendly, but I didn't really know either one of them well. It was normally just a greeting by waving as we came and went and occasional comments about the weather, yard work, and the like.
Hanna was friendly but I was always a little uncomfortable around her. When they had moved in, she was a cute sixteen-year-old girl. For the last four plus years I watched as she grew into a woman. I remember seeing yards signs celebrating that was having an eighteenth birthday and feeling relieved at that.
Her turning eighteen felt like it freed me a little to notice her developing curves. She was only about five feet, one inches tall, but she had an amazing ass that she seemed to like showing off in tight yoga pants or shorts. During her freshmen year of college, she grew a pair of large B cup or probably C cup breasts to the curves or her butt and hips.
One day last summer she had brought over some mail that had accidentally been left in their mailbox. It was the closest I had been to her in a few years. I felt sure that I was a dirty old man as I was left tongue tied taking in her beauty while trying to thank her.
Her hair was jet black and curly as it fell over top her shoulders. Her skin was pale and the complexion of her face was perfect. That perfection extended to her nose, perfectly proportioned with just a slight upturn. The whiteness of her teeth was almost blinding when she smiled. Her lips could be used as the picture to show the definition of bee stung lips.
