Working for Mrs. Lasalle
(A series that starts with 'An Evening With Mrs. Lasalle')
For the next few weeks, I met Mrs. Lasalle at the auto shop on Sundays. She told me that she knew I had stayed at Beth's house after she left. She was on her knees rolling a condom onto my shaft when she said "I know you don't want to wear this with Beth, but you have to with me. Don't suggest the 'withdrawal' method again."
"Yes Mrs. Lasalle." I said in a sly tone. Our relationship was great now and I could joke around with her.
"How do you want me?"
I had her bend over the desk.
The following weekend she didn't show up. I waited for a while and went home. A couple of months ago, when she failed to show up, I called her house. I didn't make that mistake again. This time, I waited another week and went to the auto shop. I found her in the office. She was sitting at her desk looking very upset. I looked as though she had been crying.
"Is everything ok?"
"This is our last time Will. I can't come back."
I sat in the seat opposite her desk.
"My husband suspects."
I felt a chill and looked at the door. I pictured him bursting through dragging his bum leg and starting to pummel me.
"Not you specifically. He suspects something. He got upset when I said I was going into the shop last Sunday. He doesn't know what I am doing, but he got mad at me. He said it doesn't make sense that I have to work every Sunday. That is why I didn't come last week. I told him I was visiting Beth today, but this is the last time."
"Of course. You don't have to worry Mrs. Lasalle. It's ok. We can just stop."
She stood and came around the desk. I stood and we started to kiss. There were tears in her eyes, but she kissed me hungrily. Our hands were on each other, and I was unclasping her dress. She lifted my shirt over my head, and I tugged her bra down exposing her nipples. I took each into my mouth, sucking on them gently, enjoying them for the last time. She pushed me against the desk. She gave me kisses from the neck to the chest to my belly button, then she pulled down my pants and got on her knees and started kissing my shaft. She wasn't teasing me, she was licking and kissing it and making little noises of enjoyment. She took me into her mouth and moved her head back and forth as she felt me with her tongue. She went slow but her enthusiasm was bringing me close. I had to push her back. "Too much."
"We don't have much time. He might call my sister or even come here looking for me."
Now I pictured him coming through the door with a wrench. I didn't care. I switched positions and pushed her against the desk. I hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. I licked her and probed her vigorously until she started to moan with each breath. I kept it up until she was panting and then she pushed me back. I stood and she crouched down to put a condom on my twitching cock. I pushed her back against the desk until her ass was on top of the edge. I took hold of her legs and slowly pressed into her. I rocked back and forth as she held onto my shoulders. We faced each other as my movements gently shook her. I stared at her nipples as her breasts swayed. She pulled me closer, and my cheek was against hers. We were both breathing into each other's ears. She lowered her hands to my buttocks and pulled me into her over and over. We were both grunting, I was coming close, but she shouted first. I came hard, like I usually did when it was the first time, but this time I was inside of her. After a few more grunts and movements we held each other still. It felt like the end. I knew once I let go of her, I would never have her again.
Her grip relaxed and I slid myself out. She usually had a towel ready to clean up, but this time there were only tissues. She wiped herself with a handful and then pulled off my condom. "Put the tissues in the toilet. I have to get rid of this."
When I came back to the office, she was fully dressed. "Take your bike along the back property. Go along the stream, but make sure no one sees you."
"Goodbye Mrs. Lasalle."
"It's Marie. My name is Marie. I can't ever see you again, Will. Don't come back."
I didn't try to see her. I spent the next two years finishing college while living at home. It was only a short bike ride from the auto shop, but I never went back. I didn't try to see Beth either. Eventually I had a college girlfriend. Then I moved to another town and worked for a few years. One day my mother told me over the phone that Mr. Lasalle had died. That was an odd moment for me. I admired Mr. Lasalle. I know that what I had done would have hurt him if he found out. I wanted to come home for the funeral, or just call Mrs. Lasalle, but I didn't.
A year later I was laid off from my job. I was hoping to be rehired, but I started looking for a new job. I moved back home to save money. I left behind a steady girlfriend named Brenda. I was determined to make our long-distance relationship survive. I had bought a used car when I started working and I was struggling to keep it running. The round-trip to see Brenda was difficult in that car. In the 1980s many cars were rust buckets, and my exhaust system was deteriorating beyond my ability to maintain it. I decided to take it to Lasalle's Auto Shop. I expected my old friend Kevin to give me a fair deal, and I guess I wanted to see Mrs. Lasalle again. I thought of taking my car somewhere else, but that would have looked odd to my father who had his cars repaired there.
I took the car in. The mechanic was not impressed. He showed me the underbody and told me I should replace the entire exhaust system. It was a high quote. Kevin wasn't around and I didn't see Mrs. Lasalle. If it had to be done, it had to be done. I signed off on the work and sat down in the waiting room. I could have walked home, but I decided to wait. I saw Mrs. Lasalle walk into the waiting room and into the work area. She didn't see me. I stared. She was still a good-looking woman. Her hair was a little grayer and she was wearing a loose shirt hiding some extra weight, but in her slacks, her ass still looked exactly the same. The mechanic handed her some paperwork. It must have been my quote with my name because she immediately turned and looked into the waiting room and spotted me staring back. There was a look of shock on her face. She walked back into the waiting room. I wasn't the only person in the room, but she walked up and greeted me. "Will. Good to see you. When they are done, come to my office, I will take care of the paperwork."
"Yes. It is good to see you too." I stammered.
For the next hour I sat there, and my mind wondered. More than a few times I replayed the things we had done to each other in that office. I tried to think of something else because I developed a woody that wouldn't go away. The mechanic came in and went down the hallway. A minute later he came back and sent me in. "Second door. Just go in."
I walked down that familiar hallway and stepped into the office. She asked me to sit down. She worked on my invoice and handed it to me. It was a big number, but I noticed a discount. "I gave you the family discount Will. It's the most I can do. It covers my costs."
"Thanks. I worked for almost three years. I've got some money."
