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1: The Motor
Pool
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Working the graveyard shift was some roller
coaster ride. Hours of boredom would pass and then with a sudden rush you
could be filled with ten minutes of fear so intense that you'd go into
adrenaline deficit. Bud White never minded working overnights, not until he met her anyway. It took him a while to even talk to the woman, figuring the likes of her would have nothing to do with the likes of him but life was full of little surprises. Lately his shifts seemed to crawl by because of the anticipation of knowing there was more then a bowl of Cheerio's; there was a warm body waiting at home for him. Just two weeks ago he was anticipating the bar after work in lieu of going home to a place that was so empty he could smell it. Now when he walked through the door he could smell lavender, good food and the scent of a woman who wanted him. He looked at his watch just before turning the prowler into the motor pool; zero one thirty seven. Would she be asleep? His partner headed for the vending machines but he went right for the desk at the back of the office. He had twenty minutes left of a half hour break. Hearing her voice would be a lot better then peeling the icing off of a twenty five cent cup cake from the cafeteria. The wooden chair was hard but so was he, just as thinking about her. Was she fresh out of the shower dressed in a satin robe? He loved the feel of her hair when it was still warm from the blow dryer. His woman never finished the job and the tips of her locks were always wet and fragrant. It was a lot better then the smell of the phone when he placed the receiver to his face and began to dial. Fucking thing always smelled like stale cigarettes and coffee but it would be easy to overlook when he heard her voice. "Hi baby, it's me." "Bud!" I was just thinking about you honey. How's your shift going?" "Same old, same old, you were thinking 'bout me huh?" "Yeah. I just got out of the shower and I was going to go to bed but I ...Couldn't until I heard your voice." "I wish I was there with you." "Yeah, me too. I'm feeling a little needy if you know what I mean," she giggled. Damn when she giggled like that it made his lower belly flutter. "You know what I'd be doing to you if I were there baby?" "Ahh…Bud I think you should tell me." She lay back on their bed and opened the tie to the white silk robe she was wearing. A cool rush of air swept up her body and things perked up. They were always so much more sensitive when they perked up and speaking of tickling, Bud White had a voice that rattled and hummed so thick it felt like a thousand fingertips playing against her bones…like they were making love to a Steinway. "Tell me where your hands are." "Where would you like them to be?" He made a grunting sound as he turned the chair around and leaned the back of it against the desk. Looking down, he could see the strain of his thought iron out the creases on the front of his trousers. Just a little smoothing with his right hand might not look too conspicuous but it felt like a little bit of heaven. "I'd like them to be on me but seeing as how that's not possible at the moment then I'd like to think of them on you. Touch and tell me where." "I want you so bad right now Bud. I can see your mouth on me. If I look down I can see those wonderful lips of yours curled around my nipple. It's so hard because your mouth is warm and...wet." He found himself swallowing back a mouthful of saliva that nearly overflowed. How would he explain that on his shirt? Running his tongue along the back of his upper teeth he could imagine the feel of her pink peaked breast under the tip of his flicking tongue. Pursing his lips together he moaned again. "Are you wet?" "Let me check." She lowered a hand and stroked along her fur trimmed crack lightly, pressuring just enough to breach the outer lips. "Oh yeah..." her breaths shortened some and the sound of it told him she was being completely honest. "Put your finger in for me baby. Tell me what you feel." His voice was a low rumbling rasp full of velvety lust. Stroking deeper, she shuddered as her slick digit slid over the head of her sensitive pearl. She imagined it to be his tongue with those sweet bow shaped lips encompassed her pulsing nub. "Feels so nice, nicer with you here though, deep, tight, slick." "I wish it was my cock in you. I'm so hard I can't stand it." "Soon." Rocking her hips into her hand she could almost feel his breath upon her face, imagining it to be ripping through Ma Bell's wires just to warm her up. "I can feel you, I can smell you, I can taste you." Swiping a file off the desk behind him Bud lay it on his lap hoping it would cook the stoking he got. No such luck, he just got the urge to press down on it and rub the goddamned pole between his legs. "Honey. You gonna do it for me? Let me hear you..." He listened close as she began to mutter something and the word 'fuck' stood out every time it tumbled into his ear. When he closed his eyes he could feel his pulse in his head and see the notes of her voice hit a staccato as it raised an octave. "Bud. It's you… it's only you. My God baby…Come home to me. I'm coming; I'm coming home for you..." He heard her draw a breath and hold it, straining as trained muscles clenched her fingers deep within. The thought of her release sent such a shudder through him he thought he'd loose consciousness. "You okay?" he asked as the corner of his mouth twitched. "I'm more then okay Bud. I'm fucking great. You're halfway done and I'll be here when you come through the door. I'm going to take such good care of you…." "WHITE!" He spun around in his chair so fast the file that covered his lap slid across the floor and landed at the feet of his partner. "Motor pool, five minutes. Leave your little friend here or the guys in roll call will think your queer." "Stens, you cocksucker. You are queer. Get the fuck away from me." Whatever was left of his hard on sucked itself back up in his belly so quick he saw stars from the blood pressure change. "Kiss her once for me White," the big man chuckled, winked and then lumbered away like he did. Bud White waited until he was out of earshot before he went back to the phone. "I'm sorry, honey, breaks over." "Alright, baby. Tell me you love me okay?" "I will, as soon as I see you. Later."
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