I had worked almost my entire life in the oil field, and every day coming home my routine had always been the same. I didn't in any way make the money that a doctor or lawyer made, but I had never been hurting on cash neither. For the last thirteen years I had ran my own testing company, and I was proud to say that it was now a thriving business. My routine in the evenings consisted of me stopping by the same gas station every day, picking up a pack of cigarettes, and an eighteen pack of Budweiser.
It is needed to say that my sex life with my wife had been hurting for a several years. Ever since she had got a new job working as a real estate agent she had hardly spent any time at home, and even when I was home she seemed more inclined to be at conferences. It pained me because as a younger man I had been very sexually active, and even up until she had taken the job our sex life had thrived. It had now been a good six months since I had been laid, and I could feel the effects it had on me.
This evening had been no different on the routine. I pulled the company Ford F-350 up to a stop in the same spot I had normally parked in. The wide dually normally discouraged other vehicles from parking beside it in fear of scratching up their own paint.
It was a hot day, and much of it had been spent inside my office as I had felt no need to give myself a heat stroke. I had assorted through various business affairs, and had my testers go out to several promising fields to return with good reports. I was relieved to step in to the gas station this evening and feel the powerful vents of the AC pumping down on me like a fresh fall breeze.
I had known for several years the majority of the people that worked at the gas station, but this evening only one face was familiar. I smiled at the younger woman, whom I would guess to be in her mid 20s, and she returned winking at me.
"How you doing today, hon?" She asked, her grin broadening as her eyes took in my every inch. "It's been busy around here. A lot of people scared of the prices jumping up even more."
"Been hot out," I replied, barely thinking of anything but her beautiful form. "I stayed in the office the biggest part of the day."
Ariel had always been a good-looking girl, but she had seemed much too young for me as I was now nearing fifty. She had long golden hair that seemed to frame her face in just the perfect way. She was a good head shorter than myself, but I had always preferred them that way. Judging by the tight shirt she wore she had a beautifully robust and supple rack. Her breasts narrowed into a slender waist, but then exploded into a robustly round ass, that again narrowed down to beautiful legs. I could see the majority of her legs even with her clothes on as she was wearing a short skirt.
I walked back toward the large cooler, and quickly returned with the pack of Budweiser. She had already rung up the sells, me being the only person in the store at the time. A pack of Marlboro full flavors was sitting on the counter waiting for me, and I pocketed them in what would have seemed hurry.
"You got anything going on this evening?" She asked as I handed her a twenty.
"Not much, doll, no," I replied. "Why? What's up?"
"Well, my Civic is in the garage," she replied, her eyes seeming hazed with what I could only describe as lust. It was this moment that I realized that I had been a fool to think she would not want me. "It's time for me to get off, and I don't have a ride home. Do you think you could drop me off?"
She lived only two blocks south from my own house, and many mornings I had seen her getting in her car as I was going to work.
I smiled at her and nodded, "I'll wait in my truck. Go ahead and clock out. You know my truck." She nodded in return, and I walked back into the blistering sun toward my truck. I put the beer in the toolbox so it would be out of reach until I got to the house, and climbed up in the truck cranking up some music. Having lived in a more rural community the biggest part of my life I was more partial to country music, but I had always preferred the classics. I had always dressed the part of a cowboy, boots, wrangler jeans, a pearl snap shirt, and a black Stetson.
I smiled, seeing her coming around the corner and waved at her. She opened the door, and let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Good God, I need something to take my mind off this day," she said, her voice sounding somewhat stressed, as she leaned back in the seat. I had many days that I had felt exactly the same, and gave her a consoling look. "Happens to the best of us," I replied as I stuck the truck into gear. In truth every day without sex seemed like a living hell, and God only knew I wasn't getting any at home.
"You married?" She asked me as we tore off down the gravel road toward our homes. She did not seem capable of taking her eyes off of me, and I could not help smile.