His work-roughened hands gently molded her ample breasts, rolling the swollen nipples between his fingers as his tongue trailed down her torso. His brown eyes locked with hers as he found the juncture between her thighs and his mouth finally sought out her aching core. Gina knew it wouldn't take long for him to bring her over the edge to an earthshaking...
BANG!!
Gina sat bolt upright in her bed.
'What the hell was that?'
she wondered, flicking on the bedside table light and checking the windows for gunshot debris or God only knows what else.
'Must have just been a passing car backfiring,'
Gina decided irately as she glanced at her bedside clock. Although, in her personal opinion there should be a law against people with noisy cars driving around after midnight. Especially when she had an important presentation at work the next morning.
She reached out to shut off the lamp when it happened again, sending her lamp crashing off the nightstand. "Shit." Gina cursed angrily, retrieving the now useless light before stomping out of the bedroom.
She grabbed her keys off the hook by the backdoor and slammed out of the house, intent on finding the guilty party and stringing him up by his genitalia. It had to be a man. No woman would be so rude. Women understood that night was for sleeping.
Gina looked around for the source of the commotion when a horn blared from the garage next store, followed by a string of profanity. By the time she got to the garage, Pete, who was house sitting for her normally quieter neighbors, was searching frantically under the hood for the horn wire to the old Desoto he was apparently trying to resurrect.
"Son-of-a-bitch!"
he muttered, pulling out a hand full of wires and mercifully killing the horn, hopefully forever.
"You do realize that people around here generally sleep at this time of the night, don't you?" Gina asked crossly as soon as there was silence again.
The sound of her voice startled Pete and he jumped, hitting his head on the hood and sending a bunch of tools and parts clattering noisily to the floor. "What?" He reached for a nearby rag to wipe his hands before rubbing the back of his head. "Owwww."
"Sleep." Gina repeated succinctly. "People are trying to sleep."
He shook his head at the mess on the floor and sighed. "I'm really sorry. I just thought I'd tinker for—" Pete looked up at her apologetically, but his voice trailed off uncertainly. "But I didn't—" He sputtered haltingly as he stood gaping at her.
Gina wondered if maybe he was mentally challenged or something. She glanced down to find out what he was staring at when she realized that the garage light behind her made her short nightie positively transparent. She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to cover herself somewhat and only managing to make the situation worse judging by his strangled moan.
Atta
girl, Gina. That's one way to get your point across.
"So, uhm, anyway...do you think maybe you could work on this at a more civilized time?"
Pete swallowed hard and forced his big brown eyes to meet hers. "Yes ma'am."
"Well, alrighty then," Gina started backing toward the door, realizing with a start that the lover in her dream was the sexy young man in front of her. "Now that we have that worked out I'm going to go home and try to get back to sleep." As if she could sleep now anyway.
"Good night." He said softly, moving after her almost as if in a trance.
The keys in her right hand caught on the garage door track, pulling her arm away and giving him one last accidental glimpse of her breasts. "Uhm...yeah....good night." She mumbled, all but sprinting away once she was outside again.
'He's the neighbors' twenty-two year old grandson, for chrissakes,
' Gina thought to herself as she quickly retraced the path to her back door. Okay, so yes, maybe she had noticed how gorgeous he was when he was out mowing the lawn...with his shirt off, his glistening muscles rippling in the sunlight...but she had no right to be having saucy dreams about him. And she definitely shouldn't have been standing there wondering if he was as turned on by the entire incident as she was. The whole thing was positively indecent.
She didn't stop berating herself about her lustful fantasies until she had returned to the relative safety of her own back yard. Gina went to put the key in the door lock but was alarmed to discover that the clasp to her key ring was open and the key was missing. "Oh this isn't good."
Searching for her missing key might be like a finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, but she would crawl around here half the night looking for it if she had to. She just hoped like hell the key hadn't fallen off before she left the house. There was always a spare key at her neighbors' house, but after that debacle Gina wasn't anxious to go back over and face Pete again. At least not until both daylight and sanity reigned again, not to mention her being dressed in something as un-see thru-able as possible.
She was bent over searching through her petunias when she heard the unmistakable clearing of a man's throat behind her. "Uhm, Gina..." Looking over her shoulder she found Pete standing there, key in hand and a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. "Were you looking for this?"
"No. I always weed my plants this time of night." She replied waspishly, getting up and dusting off her hands. "The dirt is much easier to work with at 2AM."
"I found it on the garage floor." Pete explained as he stepped closer, his eyes wandering leisurely over her nightie again. "It must've fallen when you bumped your hand."
She took the proffered key, allowing herself the brief pleasure of brushing her fingers over his warm, calloused hand. "I don't suppose you found my dignity lying there next to it." Gina asked dryly.
Pete chuckled, easing the tension between the two of them. "I really am sorry that I woke you." He said contritely. "But I'm so glad it was you that came over dressed like that to yell at me instead of Mrs. Kapinsky."
Pete's allusion to the geriatric Jabba the Hutt living on the other side of his grandparents made her laugh outright. Oh he was far too adorable to stay angry at for very long. "Well since we're both awake anyway, how would you like to come on in for a drink?" He looked somewhat surprised by her offer. "I'll even put a robe on." Gina promised as she turned to unlock the door.
"Oh darn." He said with a dramatic sigh, willingly following her into her sunroom.
She was playing with fire and she knew it. But surely it couldn't hurt anything if she just sat here and appreciated his fine body for a while. "Rum and Coke alright with you?" Gina asked, heading toward the kitchen.
"It's got booze in it, right?" Pete answered laughingly as he settled himself onto the couch.
Once out of sight Gina raced down the hallway and grabbed a robe out of her bedroom. Granted the short silk kimono didn't cover up much, but at least it wasn't transparent. Back in the kitchen she quickly prepared a couple of stiff drinks before rejoining Pete in the sunroom. "Of course if you tell your grandparents I liquored you up while you were here I will categorically deny it." She informed him playfully as she handed him his glass.
"Cookies and milk all the way." Pete promised, crossing his heart before taking a sip from the glass in his hand. "And after getting a glimpse of your cookies I really need this glass of milk."
Gina seated herself across from him and drank deeply from her own glass to calm her nerves. "Why don't I wake you out of a deep sleep with a blaring horn in the middle of the night sometime and we'll see how coherent you are."
"Now that I know what you sleep in I might just make a habit of it." He winked, holding his glass up to her in a silent toast.
She took another fortifying sip, feeling the shot of liquid courage surge through her veins. "If all you wanted was a peep show you should've just said so." Gina leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, her tits all but spilling out for his scrutiny. Oh well, subtlety was lost on the young anyway.
"The peep show is already what keeps me up at night." Pete admitted, killing off half of his drink. "You're out there gardening in a halter and short shorts, sunbathing in that bikini...damn...it's no wonder gramps keeps binoculars by the kitchen window." He gazed dreamily at the expanse of white flesh exposed between the red lapels of her robe.
"You've been watching me?" Gina asked in surprise, taking another big swallow of her own drink.
Pete looked at her in amazement. "What's not to watch?" Pete leaned forward as well, whether to look her in the eye or for a better view down her robe she couldn't be sure. "You are damned hot."
'Damned hot.'
