My wife and I were newly married and bought our first home a good forty minute drive away from our home town. It was a big move and we both still worked in our home town and so drove the long distance everyday. It was a little inconvenient but for the price we paid for a brand new home and land package we were very happy with what we had got.
It wasn't long before Christmas when we got a call from my wife's sister saying she'd gotten a job near our house working Friday to Sunday each weekend for a company which hired out small machinery for the weekend renovator. "Sure we've got plenty of space!" Trish, my wife, said over the phone "I'll get Rob to pick you up when he comes home from work on Thursday. OK, Bye!". She sounded excited as she explained the situation to me and made sure I would pick her up "Don't forget!" she warned me with her finger.
So there I was, driving home on Thursday afternoon glad my working week was over for another week. I worked Sunday to Thursday managing a camping and fishing store and Thursday was my favourite day of the week. Two days off to look forward to and Thursday night was the night Trish and our Neighbour, Sandy went to Bingo so I'd have the whole place to myself. I'd stop for take out on the way home and pop the top off a cold one. Then I'd put some of my favourite music on and sing out loud while I walked around the house naked....
Damn! I hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road and waited for a break in traffic to make a U-turn. She told me not to forget! I was about three quarters of the way home too so it was a good twenty-five minutes before I was pulling into Trish's mother's driveway to pick up her sister.
There she was sitting on the front steps with a pair of largish bags and her chin in her hand. She didn't look impressed at all. I got out to help her with her bags and as I approached and said hello she just rolled her eyes and flipped her fringe away from her face before storming toward the car. I just shrugged as I picked up her bags and turned around and drank in the view in front of me. There's something about how a woman walks when they're upset that gets me. The purposeful steps add something to the natural wiggle. All I could do was admire the way her hips swayed and her tight cheeks bounced in her tight little white denim shorts.
As she got to the car she let herself into the back seat. It was something she always did. Probably because of the car. I picked up a near-new X-Type Jaguar with all the bells and whistles very cheap at a Police Auction. It was a great looking car in Piano Black with Chrome trims, twenty inch chrome wheels and dark-as-dark-can-be window tint against a champagne leather and wood grain interior. It looked to be worth a lot more than it actually was but I've found that it impresses everyone who doesn't know better which is almost everyone.
After putting her bags in the boot I jumped in the driver's seat and buckled up. As I turned on the car I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see Tia in the corner of it while still being able to see out the back. She was a gorgeous girl with dark brown skin, typical of her South Pacific Islands origins, with a dark chocolate coloured crown of medium length hair, painstakingly styled to to fight its natural curls and her eyes were almost feline, big, dark pools with beautifully long lashes designed by nature to lure a man in until he could believe he was close enough to touch her organically plump and tender lips. My cock was beginning to swell before I had the car out of the driveway.
The Drive home was uneventful except for a call from my wife – Damn Bluetooth hands-free! Tia heard the whole conversation which consisted of Trish chastising me about forgetting Tia after I had been warned not to and reminded at lunch time. I could see Tia laughing at the whole situation quietly in the back seat through the mirror. I didn't mind so much though. Trish never truly got upset with me – it was more like a mother telling off a child for sneaking an extra chocolate after dinner rather than a proper couple's argument. The other reason I didn't mind was the dimples I could see on Tia's cheeks when she laughed.
It was at that point she finally noticed me smiling at her in the mirror. She blushed and looked away looking slightly embarrassed. "What's the matter?" I asked her.
"Nothing!" She said back "Why are you smiling at me?". Just like an embarrassed school girl – well she did only actually finish school a couple of weeks before.
"Did you know you get these little dimples when you laugh?" I said pointing to my own face where her dimples would appear. She flushed red and went quite. I turned my attention back to the road ahead.
Because I had forgotten to pick Tia up the first time through, it meant that the second time down the highway was busier with peak hour traffic. That would add anywhere up to twenty minutes to the trip home. I could feel the weeks exhaustion seeping through my body as the highway came to a stand still. The single lane may as well have been one ridiculously designed car park for all the progress we were making. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep so in an effort to stay awake I opened the window. And the heat out there made me close it straight back up again. I stretched as well as I could in my seat and turned the radio on to help stimulate my mind to keep me awake. I looked in the mirror to see what Tia was doing to kill time and all of a sudden I didn't need to look anywhere else for stimuli to keep me awake.
She sat against the door with her feet up across the back seat while she tried to look out the windscreen to see what the hold up was. She was making her own task difficult with her head bobbing along to a song she was hearing through her head phones though and she seemed completely occupied. What I found most interesting though was the fact that she'd loosened up her shirt a bit by undoing a couple of buttons. From the angle I had I could see well into her shirt and could see very clearly the silky smooth skin of her well shaped and proportioned breast and the Black under-wire bra she was holding them with. The bra had a satiny pink ribbon threaded through the lacy part of the bra up the top and came together in a nice bow in the centre.
I could feel my cock swelling as I watched her chest with one eye while watching the road with the other. A few times I almost ended up crashing while being distracted by the view in the mirror. At some point she pulled her head phones out and instead put her head against the door and closed her eyes to have a nap. My dick hit full mast as she stretched, arching her back and pushing her chest further out of her half opened shirt as she tried to get comfortable. Her hand rested between her breasts for a few heart beats before slowly drifting down, pulling her shirt with it exposing her right breast fully to me. I felt like whipping it out and rubbing one off right then but the thought of it leaving a stain on the leather changed my mind.
It was dark by the time we'd gotten home, after stopping to pick up some burgers on the way. Trish and Sandy had already gone and all I could think of was how my Thursday night ritual would never happen again. I felt like I'd lost a big part of my life. Not even having my wife's little sister prancing around the house could make up for it. After all, every other night of the week I had Trish there and she shared much of the same features of her little sister but where Tia was more beautiful in the face (Trish herself is far from ugly, though) Trish has a set of tits any man would be proud to have on his wife and most are jealous of.
So Tia and I sat there in the living room eating our take-out and watching some TV. I was catching up with the sports news and then planning to watch the MotoGP race I had recorded from the graveyard hours of Monday morning before Trish got home but suddenly the TV went blank and the DVD Player's welcome screen appeared. Tia was sitting on the floor in front of the entertainment unit loading the DVD player with god knows what ungodly chick flick. "Not a chance in hell, Girly" I pointed at her with the cable TV remote "Thursday is my night. I watch my sports news, then I watch my race" she swung around looking mildly offended "Oh, come on, please?" she pleaded "I haven't seen this yet! You can watch the race after!"
"Nope" I rebutted " By then, Trish will be home and I won't get to watch it"
"I'll make her" Tia argued
"Not happening" I stood my ground "Besides, I've got the remote for the DVD player anyway"
Tia scuttled across the carpet towards me in a flashed and begged again "Please, Rob" she said "I really, really want to see this!"
"What can you be so desperate to see?" I asked curiously
"Cruel Intentions" She pouted
"What?" I was dumbfounded "That movie's old as. You haven't seen it?" She shook her head.
"Trish said it was really good!"
I laughed at that, knowing what Trish's taste in many things were. I guess that made me a lucky man then.
Suddenly Tia went for the DVD player remote, nearly snatching it from my grip. I managed to hold on but she had a firm hold of the other end sticking us in a tug-o-war. I refused to give in, though. My Thursday was already taken from me, I wasn't about to give away my MotoGP too!
We struggled, twisting and turning the remote, pulling and pushing, trying to make the other person yield. Before I knew it Tia was on the couch with with me continuing the fight.
"I have ways of winning you know" she said to me in a crafty voice
