    Title: Garage
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Joe runs a garage in rural Colorado. One day a lady has an
     accident, and he's called upon to fix the damage. He gets paid in
      a rather pleasant way.
    Keywords: M/F, rom

It was a blur as it went by, I heard a voice next to me go "Damn, Joe, what was that?"

I looked off to see the rear of a red car, fading in the distance down the main street of town, "A Jaguar, Tim, haven't seen one of those in years." I bent my head back down, reading the paper. We were sitting in front of the shop, our lunch break. I didn't think anything of the passing car, even though this small isolated Colorado town doesn't get too many out of town travelers, except for the occasional skier during the winter months visiting nearby Telluride. Even then, that’s an hour away, and we're not on a major highway.

The town we're in only has about five-hundred residents, and we all know each other. Of course, I'm a newbie, as I've only lived here for about eight years. I finished my soda, and stood up, turned to Tim, one of my two employees, and said "Well, lets get that Chevy done, Mr. Grant wants it done by this evening." Tim followed me in, as we went back to work replacing the brakes. Although we're small, we do pretty good. Of course, we're the only garage in town, too. For that matter, for about thirty miles around as well. I was about to pick up a brake pad, when I heard the scanner go off. Highway patrol just got a call for a minor accident, three miles west of town. I'm also the only tow truck in the area. I worked on the brake for awhile, Tim working on the other side. Matt, my other employee, was working on the u-joint of an old Chevy pickup. Both are 20 years old, and hard workers. Although neither are too bright, they're good with cars.

I heard Tim say "Wonder if we've got a call." He was referring to the scanner call. Him and Matt talked, as I waited for the phone to ring. Sure enough, it did. I answered it, and it was the highway patrol post, our wrecker was needed. I told Matt and Tim to keep on working, that if I wasn't back by four, to close up shop.

I climbed into the wrecker, and pulled out of the lot. Took me about ten minutes to get there, and was surprised to see that it was the Jaguar, that just blew by us a short while ago. Now it was sitting in the ditch, and who I thought was the owner, some thirtyish-type yuppie, jabbering away on a cell phone, while standing in the road. The officer was sitting in his patrol car. As I approached, he got out. I recognized him as Dan Jenkins. I pulled up, and he came to my window, "Hi Dan, what you got?"

"Well, seems that this moron didn't want to hit a cow, so he put it into the ditch, did a job to the under carriage. Too bad, nice car, too."

"What does he want done?"

"Beats me, he's been too fucking busy talking on the cell phone."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do."

I pulled the wrecker up in front of the jag, stepped out and went to the front of the car. I got on my knees and looked underneath. Uh-oh, this ain't good, where's all this oil coming from? Also noticed the right front tie-rod is snapped in two, plus the steering knuckle isn't there anymore. This baby ain't going anywhere. I then heard Mr. Yuppie say "Hey boy, what do you think?"

Boy???? This might be fun. I looked up, this guy was about 5'8" and maybe 170 pounds, and looks like he hasn't lifted anything other than a wine glass in the past ten years. I'm 6-4 and 240, and could easily kill him, even without my Marine training. I spoke, saying, "Looks like you ripped off the oil pan, for starters anyway. Plus, massive damage to the steering system."

"Where can I get it fixed?"

"Oh, I can do it, but it will take a few days to get the parts."

"Shit, I don't got a few days."

I then heard a woman’s voice, "Well, if you wouldn't have tried getting us killed, Frank, we wouldn't have this problem." I looked up, inside the car was a woman of about thirty years old. Long, black hair, and a very cute face, even though right now, she looked pissed as hell.

I said "Look, sir, let me tow it back to my shop. I'll take a look at it, and we can go from there."

He muttered something, then said "Ok."

I added, "The patrol officer will take you back to town". As I turned to get the hook off the wrecker, I heard the passenger door open. I turned with the hook, and my mouth about drop, as I seen one hell of a woman, as she was walking to the officers squad car, she was wearing a tight, and I do mean tight, black dress, her ass was perfectly round, as she turned, I got a good view of her profile. Damn! What nice tits! She stood about 5'-3" and couldn't weigh 90 pounds. Yet she had a very healthy set of tits, I would say definitely a D-cup.

I shook my head, thinking I hadn't seen anything that good in quite awhile. I had it all hooked up and pulled up onto the flatbed in twenty minutes, and turned around and headed back into town. The boys were still there, as I pulled into the lot, I heard Tim whistle, and Matt say "Wow, will you look at that?"

I smiled, then realized that Dan wasn't around. I got out of the truck and asked Tim, "Hey, didn't Dan bring the car owner back here?" Both looked at each other, and then at me. "OK, never mind, lets get this off the hook and into the garage." I climbed back behind the wheel, and positioned the wrecker at the entrance to the third bay. Just after we got it off and into the bay and up on the rack, in pulls Dan.

Dan got out as I was checking on the damage to the under carriage. I looked at him, as I asked "Where's the car owner at?"

Dan chuckled, saying "They're down at the cafe, not sure if they've ever experienced anything like it before." I laughed, as he filled me in on the details. The guys name is Frank Small, he's from Beverly Hills, some sort of agent. But he's not the car owner, the lady passenger is. Her name is Lisa Maddern. Seems that Frank rounded that curve at about 95, finding a steer in the middle of the road. He wants to know who's cow it was so he can sue. He didn't know he was on free range land. That was explained to him. He has to be back in LA in three days. Looking at this mess, there's no way. Of course, it is her car, not his.

Dan left, and I went and had Tim get me a repair book on Jaguars out of my bookcase. I worked on these years ago when I lived in LA, many years ago. I had Tim start writing down part names as I went over the damaged area.

I was almost done, when Frank and Lisa walked into the shop. He blurted out "Well boy, whets the damage look like." Ah man, this guy is getting on my nerves, and he's only fucking talked to me twice. I picked up the paper that Tim had, and went over to the couple, noticing that Tim had his mouth wide open, catching flies.

I looked at her and said "You own the car?"

She looked at him, then at me, and said "Why yes, I do."

"Well Ms Maddern, you have a busted oil pan, for starters, the right front suspension is wrecked, as is the wheel hub and the steering bar on that side. The frame looks good, Jaguars are built pretty solid, no problem there, no sign of engine damage. I'll have to check that once I get the pan back on, though, and same with the transmission. You do have insurance, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." She said a bit miffed, as she looked at Frank, "But I need to get a hold of my agent. And where can I get it fixed?"

"You can use my phone to call your agent, we have insurance adjusters over in Montrose for most major insurance groups. And I can tell you I am certified to work on it. If you don't want me to, I can make arrangements to have a dealer come in and haul it to their shop."

"How far away, and how long to fix it?" she asked.

"If I was to do it, it would take about three days, once I get the parts, which would take a day, I already have the parts list. The nearest other place would be either Salt Lake or Denver, and it's a full days drive from here, each way."

He started to say something, but she cut him off, saying "Let me call my insurance agent."

"Yes ma'm, if you want to use my office, and I'll get my certification papers out for you as well." They followed me into the office area, and I heard her ask for his cell phone, she took out an address book out of her purse, as I dug out my papers. I then turned on my computer, dialed in to the internet, and logged on, I wanted to get hold of a parts supplier, and find out some things. As she talked, I knew she was getting pissed, but not at me. It was either at Frank or her insurance agent, or both. Finally, she said good-bye, and hung up.

Frank asked her "Well?"

She ignored him, and came to my desk, looking at the screen. “Okay, mister, go ahead and fix it, is there a motel near here?"

I chuckled, saying "The nearest motel is about 90 minutes away, however, I do have a furnished apartment if you two want to use it, I won't even charge you."

Frank said "Oh now, isn't that nice."

She gave him a look, and said "I'll be staying, Mr. Small will be returning to LA." He started to argue, and I decided to leave the two little love birds alone, to let them settle it out. I closed the door behind me, but I could hear them yelling at each other.

Tim looked up at me from the brake job he went back to, and said "Sounds like they're fighting."

I smiled, before saying, "No shit, I didn't notice....finish both sides, then get this out of here, looks like you've about a half-hour left. Then I'll need you to run some errands for me."

"Yes sir"

I turned to Matt, "I seen Mr. Stalling wants a pickup towed in, why don't you take the old wrecker and go get it. You can work on it tomorrow." He smiled, as I know he was wanting a vehicle to work on, and that old truck of Stallings needs a complete engine overhaul. The combatants in the office went at it for thirty minutes, when finally she came storming out, and over to me.

She looked at me, then a stunned look on her face, she asked "Whats your name, anyway?"

I smiled, and said "Joe Adams." I wiped my hands on a towel and offered my hand to shake, she didn't even hesitate to shake.

"Mr. Small needs a ride to the nearest airport that has scheduled flights, anyway you can accommodate him?"

"When does he want to leave?"

"The sooner the better."

I heard Matt whistle, she smiled as I responded "Well, probably up at Montrose, not sure when flights leave out of there, probably not until morning, sure you don't want to keep him here overnight."

The look she gave me was priceless, not sure what she does for a living, but I'm sure she gets what she wants. "Ok," I hollered over to Tim, "Hey, go upstairs and shower in my apartment, you got ten minutes, you're driving Mr. Small to the airport in Montrose, and if no flights leave tonight, take him to a motel." He flew out of the garage and into the office towards the stairs of my apartment. I turned to her, saying, "Let me get your luggage out, and I'll take them to the empty apartment."

She said thanks, as I took jag's keys and opened the trunk, hauling out two suitcases. She said "This one's mine." as she pointed to one, I grabbed it, as she also grabbed a small night case.

We went through my office and to the back room pass the spiral staircase leading up to my apartment. I opened the back door and we walked outside, then turned to the left and went up the stairs. I opened the door and went on in, she following me. I flipped on a light, showing the rooms contents. I noticed it was a bit dusty, and said "Haven't had anyone in here in awhile, not since my sister came from LA last spring. But the bedroom is through that door, and the kitchen over there has a small fridge and a two-burner stove, in case you want to cook. There is a complete set of cooking utensils. I will have to get sheets for the bed, it's a king size. The couch also folds out, but I guess you won't need that. The bathroom has a shower, no tub," I continued talking as I went over towards the bathroom, "I'll get you some towels as well, plus some soap."

She interrupted me, asking "Is there a convenience store or grocery store in town?"

"Yes Lisa, there is, right down the street, just past the cafe you ate at."

"Ok, don't worry about the soap, I need to go get some shampoo, anyway. Does the TV work?"

"Yes, I have it on DBS, it has it's own receiver." She smiled, and nodded, looked as if she was impressed. "There also is a library in town, in case you want to get something to read, I can check out a book for you, if you like." Another smile, looks like I'm earning points, here. I heard the shower in my apartment shut off, thought about asking if she wanted to say good-bye to Frank, but thought better of it. I went over to another door, and opened it, it leading into my apartment. I said "Come on, we can go back down this way." She looked at me funny, and I said "You can lock it from your side, in case you were worried. Oh, and I'll give you the key for the door, normally I don't keep things locked up, except for the shop."

She said "Very well." As she followed me out.

Tim was exiting the shower, with just a towel around his waist. He blushed, and Lisa giggled, he ducked back into the bathroom. I said "I'll bring you your spare coveralls, you can wear them. You can drive my bronco." I heard him mumble, as Lisa and I walked down the stairs into my office.

Frank was there, he started pleading with her to go with him, but she told him to shut up and get out of her life. She then asked me, "Any clothing stores around here, Joe?"

"Well, yeah, there's Martha’s down the street about two blocks that way." She said "Good, and the grocery is that way, I'll go do some shopping. Oh, and the insurance adjuster will be coming from Montrose tomorrow morning. Please have a bill estimate ready."

I smiled, and said "I'll start on it right now."

I went to my desk, got back online, and made some phone calls. Frank was muttering under his breath, I knew he wanted to say something, and I was glad he didn't. I didn't want Dan coming back to arrest my ass for beating the shit out of him. Tim came downstairs, and I gave him the keys for the bronco, telling him to be careful. I pulled a hundred out of my wallet, and told him "It's getting late, spend the night there, this will take care of it, as well as for your gas and food. I want receipts." I emphasized the last part. He smiled, and he turned to Frank, asked if he was ready, grabbed his suitcase, and headed out the door towards my bronco.

I looked up at the clock, already four-thirty. Shit, the stores close in an hour, hope she gets to the convenience store in time. I went back to work, made some more calls, answered a few more. Next thing I knew, I looked up and it was six-thirty. Damn, time flies. My estimate was done, I even put in a price for the little bit of body damage. Hope this adjuster likes it. Never did ask who it was or which insurance company.

Matt finally got back with the truck he picked up, I waved and pointed to the end of the garage, which is where he took it. I was starting to get up when the phone rang. It was Lisa, she bought more items than she anticipated, what a surprise, and wanted to know if I would be kind enough to pick her and her goods up. I agreed to it, and off I went, taking my one-ton Chevy. Found her at Martha's store. She was inside, talking to Martha Jones, the owner. She said "Joe, here is the stuff I bought, sorry for the bother, but I really need something casual to wear around here if I'll be here for a week."

I looked and seen enough bags of merchandise to clothe a family of five for a month. I just said "Yes Lisa, I'll take your bags out to the truck. Have you made it to the grocery yet?"

She smiled and said "Yes, you were busy working, so I went up and took them up the back stairs."

Her and Martha kept on chatting, I wasn't paying attention to a word they were saying, always was able to tune out conversations of others. Once I got the ten bags into the truck, I came in, and stood there, like a bump on a log. Finally, Martha glanced at me, and said "Well, I do have to close up and go feed my hubby."

They both laughed, and said their good-byes. As she was climbing into the truck, she said "She's nice, do you know her well?"

I laughed, and said "This town is small, Lisa, everyone knows what everyone does."

She replied "Yes, so I hear." As I turned to see her smile, I wondered, now what the fuck she talking about.

I unloaded the truck, and got her settled in. She made her bed, as I got her towels for the shower. I said good-night and went into my apartment. I expected to hear her lock her side, but I didn't hear her do it. I soon went to bed after eating a sandwich, sleeping like a log.

As usual, I woke up early, about 5am. Went downstairs, turned on the coffee pot, went down the street, got a few breakfast rolls, and returned just in time to pour a cup of fresh coffee. After reading the paper, and eating a roll, I headed out into the garage and started breaking down the engine of the truck that Matt brought in. He showed up at 7, and started helping. At 8:30, a nice big Buick showed up, a man with a suit got out and approached the shop. I greeted him, he introduced himself as Mr. Cardle, the adjuster for Lisa's insurance agency. I hoisted the Jag up, and we got under it, with me pointing out the damage, and saying what needed to be replaced. I heard Lisa come in, and she stood off to the side.

He turned and asked "Are you Ms Maddern?" When she answered yes, he started asking the usual fifty questions, he seemed interested in why she wasn't driving. When he asked me the price for repair, he rolled his eyes when I gave the answer. Oh shit, another tight wad adjuster, I hate insurance companies. He told me a price of what he was willing to pay, and I laughed in his face, saying that wouldn't even cover the parts.

I was about to start in on him, when Lisa asked if he had a cell phone, he said yes, and then she asked if she could use my office phone. I said sure, go ahead. We looked at each other and continued the argument. We went back and forth for twenty minutes, he saying he could get it done cheaper in Denver, and me saying not at that price, and who is paying for towing to Denver. I was about to add something else, when his cell phone rang. He looked startled, and looked to Lisa, who was walking into the shop from my office. He took the phone out of his jacket and said "Hello?....Mr. Davis? Hello sir, how are you doing to....why yes, I'm here now, I'm going over the estimate with the mechanic right now. He has it a bit too high in my opinion....what?....well, yes sir.." his face went white, "yes sir....if that’s what you want sir, I'll write out the check...sir?", it got whiter, "Yes sir, I'll take care of it, sorry you had to go to the trouble sir....I'll be there tomorrow sir..." his face brightened, as he hung up the phone.

He went over to his brief case, opened it and pulled out a check and started writing, he turned to me and asked "Is that one d or two Mr. Adams?"

"It's one, sir." I was astonished, and wondering what happened. He finished writing and handed me the check, I looked at it and about died, it was ten percent more than my estimate.

He turned to Lisa and said "Good day, Ms Maddern, I hope our company can be of more service to you in the future."

She smiled and shook his hand, saying "I'm sure we will, sir." He turned and left, and climbed into his car and drove out. She came over, looked at the check and said "Well, you had better go order those parts." I laughed, and headed into my office. I was on the phone to my supplier in Montrose in just seconds, he about shit when I told him the price list, saying that some of the parts may take a few days. I relayed that to Lisa, and she said no problem. It was then that I noticed she was in some of the clothes she bought, a pair of jeans that looked like they were sprayed on, and a flannel shirt that was bursting in the front from her big tits.

I commented "Nice outfit." As I passed her, noticing the boots as well. Shit, those boots probably cost over a hundred dollars, no wonder Martha was so damn happy last night.

After I was done ordering, Tim pulled in with my Bronco. He told me that Mr. Small caught a plane out at about 9 last night, he should be in LA by now. Lisa said she was going to the library, so I gave her directions, as I had Tim tearing down the front end, as I went to the bank. The teller about shit when I deposited the check. I came back from the bank, and found Lisa in my office, reading a book. She asked if she could use the phone, I said sure and went on out into the shop to help with Tim. I expected her to close the door, but she didn't. The conversation went sort of like this, "Hello, Abby? It's Ms Maddern....why yes, I’m fine....no, it wasn't much of a wreck, Frank was driving like an asshole...oh, well, okay, transfer me to his line....Hello sir...yes I'm fine....that’s been taken care of, I'm a big girl now...he seems trustworthy, I'm not worried...he has an extra apartment...I'm sorry, I didn't think to call last night, did the insurance agency call you?...probably not until the middle of next week...why yes, he does have a computer....yes, there is some civilization out here.." What the fuck was that about.."Oh, I'll make do, found a nice clothing store last night....not much, just a cafe or two...ok, I'll call you with an update, bye Daddy, I love you too." She hung up the phone and went out and around to the apartment.

We worked all day, and a good part of the next day getting the steering assembly taken apart. Jim, my parts supplier called, saying it will take another day. Lisa said no problem. She did, however, take over my computer, looked like she was doing some sort of work. I didn't ask what, and she didn't say anything. Everything was done with the tear down, just waiting for parts, which wouldn't arrive for another two days, as this was Friday. I noticed that Lisa was getting a bit bored by this time. She had already talked to everyone in town at least once, some twice.

Friday afternoon, I told her that all we needed now was to wait on the parts to arrive Monday. I asked her if she wanted to fly home and I could drive it out. She said no, as she was looking out and asked if there was any place she could get a guide and horse. I laughed, saying, you're looking at the right person. I had her get into the bronco, and in an hour, we were at a ranch. I introduced her to the owner, Tom Anders, and his wife Sue, and soon we had two horses saddled up and heading up onto a ridge. We rode for four hours, she talked non-stop. I wasn't really listening, but I was catching parts of it. I found she's a lawyer, works in a practice where her dad is senior partner, with her two older brothers. That explains a lot. I told her my story, how I started working as a mechanic in LA once I got out of the marines, at one of the bigger dealerships, leaving when I was 22, no where to go in particular, landing here ten years ago, started working for the previous shop owner. He died after about six years, his widow sold me the shop, lock, stock and barrel, for a very cheap price. She moved to a son in Denver, a doctor, so money wasn't a problem.

We ended our ride and headed back to town. She mentioned she was sore, and needed a hot shower. I agreed. We pulled into the shop lot, and I unlocked the door, and went on upstairs, with her following me. I headed towards the bathroom, and she headed towards her apartment door. I took a quick shower, then exited the bath after drying. Grabbed a pair of knit shorts and pulled them on. Still hot from the shower, I didn't bother with a shirt. I plopped myself in front of the TV, and flipped through some channels, finding a ballgame on, went and grabbed a beer, and sat down to watch.

I heard the shower in the other apartment, as I drank my beer and watched the game. The shower stopped, and I heard the bathroom door open. I sort of got into the game so I didn't notice anything else for about an inning or two. I then heard her voice say "What game you watching?" I about jumped out of my skin, wasn't expecting her to come on over, and I didn't realize she never shut the door leading into her apartment. I turned and was met with a sight. She was wearing a night shirt that came down to her knees, and she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked at me funny mad apologized, saying "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

I put my tongue back in my mouth, thought fast and said "No, no problem, wasn't expecting you to come over. It's the Angels at the evil Yankees."

"Oh good," she said as she came around and sat down on the couch next to me, "Is Anaheim winning? Dad has season tickets since they were formed years ago."

I was watching her tits jiggle under that night shirt, and I was caught when I seen her smiling at my gaze. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked.

"I'll have a beer, thank you." I got up and went to the fridge, trying to convince my manhood to not make a scene, but he wasn't cooperating. I was half-hard when I returned, my cock hanging down loose in my shorts. She smiled when she seen my predictiment, and took her beer, taking a good swig, and sitting back, watching the game. We sat and talked for the rest of the game, which went into extra innings, the Angel's scoring two in the top of the twelfth, the Yanks went out one-two-three in their half, giving the Angel's a win. We cheered, and she patted my bare thigh. We were already on our fourth beer each, so I was feeling a bit good. She must have been also, as she leaned over and gave me a kiss. Damn, this may be my lucky night.

I pulled her to me and our lips met, the heat of the passion was intense, as I snuck my tongue between her lips, she did the same, as our hands wandered over each other. I was pawing her breasts through her night shirt, when she broke the kiss, leaned up, and pulled the shirt up and over her head, revealing a heck of a body. To say she was built is an understatement, she was a goddess. Her breasts were big and full, and her tummy flat. She obviously works out a lot, and her thighs and legs were really slender and strong. She was wearing a pair of red flowered panties, but I didn't get a good enough look, as she reached down and up my shorts, grabbing my cock, which had gotten big from all the action that had taken place so far.

I took the top of my shorts in my hands and pulled them down, she let me get them off my legs, and she said "Wow" when she grabbed my meat. Now, I'm not the biggest man out there when it comes to the meat department, maybe seven inches, but I was amazed when she said "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen." As she took it into both of her small hands and started tugging on it. Talk like that makes Mr. Happy even more happy. It seemed like I grew an extra inch to her words.

She got on her knees in front of me and inhaled my cock into her mouth. God, I was in heaven, as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and bobbed her head up and down. I watched her oral work, her face framed by her long black hair, as my cock kept disappearing and reappearing between her lips. I felt my balls tighten, and the rush of come race up my shaft. My cock throbbed violently, as I blasted a load into the back of her mouth. She gagged at first, but quickly swallowed, as I sent three more spurts down her throat. This girl was unbelievable, as she didn't lose a drop. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and smiled, as a strand of come and saliva hung from her lips. I effortlessly pulled her onto my lap and we exchanged kisses. She said "That gets rid of the nasty beer taste."

I laughed and said "My turn." As I laid down and brought her cunt to my face.

I didn't wait for her to remove her panties, as I ripped them off, revealing a nicely trimmed pussy, she laughed and lowered her twat onto my face, saying "Enjoy your dessert, big boy." Her musk was wonderful, as I first started lapping her leaking juices. My tongue snaked across her clit, sending her into a shudder. I worked a finger into her cunt, and another into her ass. She wasn't sure about that, but soon she was grinding her snatch down onto my face as I tongued her clit and fingerfucked her tight box and poop-shoot. It took all of five minutes for her to explode in orgasm, flooding my face with her juices.

She collapsed forward, her face buried into my crotch. I kept sucking on her tasty twat, as she took my semi-limp meat back into her warm and inviting mouth. Soon she was moaning again, and I was hard as well, she came once more, and as she relaxed from her sexual high, my cock wanted a taste of what my fingers and tongue had just experienced. I picked her up and sat up, with her facing me on my lap, her kneeling on the couch with a leg on each side of my hips. I raised her by her hips, as she reached down and guided my cockhead to her cunt, slowly sliding down onto it. I just about came from the feeling of her tight pussy swallowing my meat. I leaned forward, and took a nipple in my mouth, as we worked in unison, me working my cock on and out of her tight box, and her grinding her cunt down onto my rod. She was breathing heavily again, and I could tell from her moans she was about to hit another orgasm. I timed it perfectly, sending a load into her cunt, as her pussy walls spasmed around my cock. The feeling was tremendous for me, and no doubt for her as well, as she screamed out for me to fuck her harder, that she was coming. We both collapsed, exhausted. Her face buried into my shoulder, my head hanging over the back of the couch, and my rapidly deflating cock still buried inside her hot pussy.

She started nibbling on my ear, as my cock slipped out of her slick hole. I could feel our combined juices dripping out her cunt and onto my thigh, matting up on the hair on my legs. I laid her back down on the couch and got my head back between her slender thighs. My hands spread her puffed pussy lips apart, as I was greeted with a sight of my cum leaking out her vagina. I started licking up her twat, sending waves of pleasure through her body. I kept this up for about twenty minutes, giving my cock time to recuperate, and making her have one orgasm after another. I was hard again, and she was begging me to fuck her hard, again.

I was more than willing to once again to carry out her wish's. I picked her up and laid her on the floor onto her back, got between her spread legs and shoved my dick back into her snatch. It swallowed my meat hungrily, as I grabbed her knees and lifted her legs, pushing her knees back to her chest. I was sawing my cock in and out of her cunt, and she was moaning loudly. Shit, I hope she doesn't wake up the neighbors, even though all the windows were closed, and the drapes shut, I was hoping no one knew what we were doing. She was telling me to fuck her faster, and I was sweating my ass off doing just that. Drips of sweat were falling from my face and arms onto her round breasts, and I noticed beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, from her fucking me back.

She exploded into another orgasm, her cunt milking my cock like a dairymaid does a cow's teat. My cock wanted to explode, but after coming twice so far, I didn't have the come to shoot right at the moment, so I kept pounding away. She writhed underneath me, saying such nasty things as "Fuck me harder with that big cock" and "Oh God damn, that feels sooo fuckin good." My knees were getting tired, I put my arms around her neck, leaned back and pulled her up and over on top of me, with her now riding my cock. Her hands on my chest giving her balance, she started bouncing up and down on my shaft. She went at it for what seemed like an hour, pounding her ass down onto my thighs, going from one orgasm to another.

I've never had a woman like her before. Especially one this damn good looking. Oh sure, I've gone over to Telluride and done a few snow bunnies, it's a game for us local men to go there and pick up some snow bunny (or two) and fuck their brains out all night. But Lisa is definitely different. She finally collapsed after god only knows how many orgasms, after she had even turned around and rode me facing my feet. Her back was on my chest, and I reached around and grabbed a tit in each hand and gently massaged her snuggle pups. I could tell she was about out of it, so I gently got up, carrying her to her bed, not sure if she wanted to wake up with me or not. I tucked her in and went off to my room, leaving the door open between the two apartments.

I crawled off to bed, worn out an understatement. My dick felt like it was going to fall off. I was worried that she only did this because of the alcohol, and wondered if shit would hit the fan in the morning. To say I slept well, is an understatement. To say I was surprised how I awoke, is even more amazing. I was dreaming of fucking her again, my cock was throbbing in her twat, when I realized I wasn't dreaming, my cock was indeed in something warm and moist. I raised my head to see her looking in my eyes, her lips and hands wrapped around my meat, giving me a morning blowjob. I dropped my head down, and felt a wad blast into the back of her mouth. I could hear her giggle around my cock, as a few more spurts were sent down her gullet. She released my pecker and climbed up to lay next to me. I said "Good morning, Lisa." She chuckled, and said "Good morning, you slept in." I looked at the clock, shit, it's ten in the morning.

I started to get up, but she stopped me, saying "Don't worry, I already talked to Matt and Tim, they're working on some trucks. I told them you were sleeping in, as you were working late last night getting some things done. I wondered why they were smiling when I said that." Oh shit, that’s all I need, those two telling the whole damn town that I'm screwing a customer. I still wanted to get up, but she was insistent on riding my cock. Her tits were hanging down and I reached up and started squeezing the shit out of them as we fucked for about fifteen minutes, with me finally thrusting my staff hard up into her womb, blasting another load. She went off into another orgasm, as I rode her through it, bouncing like mad on the bed. Oh shit, the bed, in the room over the shop, uh-oh. She collapsed, and I rolled her off.

I gave her a kiss, said "Sorry baby, but I do have work to do. Tomorrow is Sunday, we'll play more this evening and all day tomorrow." She gave me a pouting look, as I gave her a kiss and headed for the shower. I was just soaped up when she climbed into the stall with me. We giggled and washed each other off, rinsed and turned off the water. I definitely want to try screwing her in the shower later, and told her that. She had a twinkle in her eye when she said she would gladly try it.

I dried off, put on some clean coveralls, and headed down stairs. I entered the shop, Tim and Matt both looked up with big shit eating grins on their faces. I looked at them and said "One fucking word, just one fucking word to anyone outside this building, and getting fired will be nothing compared to how bad I'll kick your ass." They kept on grinning, and went back to work, making snickering noises. We worked through lunch, and on until dinner time. I kept hearing things being moved upstairs, my look of puzzlement was a source of amusement to Matt and Tim.

Later on, just before quitting time, Matt asked "Was it good?"

I looked at him and smiled, Tim asked "Are they real?"

I laughed and said "Why don't you go ask her yourself, dumbass."

I then heard Lisa behind me say "Ask me what?" Oh shit, I'm dead meat. There she was, in a peach sundress, with a floral print, and again no bra. She looked at me and said "Whats the dumb question, boys?"

Those two cowered in fear, not knowing what to do. I don't think either one had ever had much experience with women, and it was showing. I said "Oh, the boys were getting smart, they were wanting to know some things that is none of their business."

"Oh really," she said, as she turned to face them, they had that scared look in their faces, like when a kid gets his hand caught in a cookie jar. "And just what is it you boys want to know?" Neither one moved.

I decided to play along, "Go ahead Matt, why don't you repeat the question?"

He looked at me and chocked, clearing his throat, he mumbled something about it not being important. She said "No, I'm sure it is, go on, ask away, I'm not embarrassed easily."

I couldn't believe she said that, but then I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Matt blurted it out, finally saying "We were wondering if they're for real." as he pointed at her chest.

She turned to look at me, then looked at the bay doors, they were closed, so took the shoulder straps of her sundress and dropped them down to her waist, revealing her big tits, swaying as she moved her upper body, her arms up over her head, saying to Matt and Tim "Well, what do you think, do these look real?"

Tim stuttered, saying "Y-y-y-yes ma'm...th-th-th-htey sure the heck do." It was priceless, could have been another charge card moment. She dropped her arms, and said "You boys seen enough?" They nodded their heads yes, what a couple of hicks. I was having a hell of a time to keep from laughing, as she came over and said "Dinner will be ready in about an hour, why don't you invite these two up as well." She headed for the door, and stopped and turned, "Oh, is there any night life around here, I wouldn't mind dancing a bit this evening."

I said "Well, there are a couple of bars, but not known for dancing. There is a place about an hour away, though, we can go there."

She smiled and said "Good, I got just the outfit for it." She turned and headed towards the stairs.

I turned and Matt and Tim were staring at me, I said "What the fuck you two staring at, you heard her, dinner is in an hour, go home and shower and get your worthless ass back here by then." They took off through the office, fighting their way through the door towards their trucks. As I entered my office, I could smell something cooking. I closed up the shop and locked the bay doors, thinking that I was glad no customers were around when she flashed my workers, although I guess it couldn't have been called a flash, as she really gave them a good show.

I made my way up the spiral staircase, and was greeted with a heck of a surprise. All my furniture had been rearranged, and cleaned. The drapes were open, as were the windows, giving the place a good airing. She had my stereo turned on to the local station, country music playing softly. I found her in my kitchen, stirring some corn, as I looked in the oven to see chicken baking, as well as rolls. Damn, looks like I'll eat well tonight. I gave her a hug from behind, feeling her braless tits through the sundress. She playfully smacked my hands, saying, "Later stud, we've got company tonight." God, I wanted to do nothing more than to fuck her brains out some more, especially since I knew this wasn't going to last more than a week before she was gone and out of my life.

I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, noticing that the table had been made as I passed it by. I sat down, and started drinking my beer, thinking to myself that this is very nice. About forty minutes later, I heard a knock downstairs, and I went and answered it. I couldn't believe my eyes, both Matt and Tim were there waiting for me to let them in. Both looked like they were heading on a big date. Lisa sure has a strange effect on people. I let them in and the nervously followed me up the stairs. I told them to have a seat in the living room, as I went to get them each a beer.

Lisa poked her head out of the kitchen and said "Hello boys, dinner will be ready soon."

They said in unison "Yes ma'am." We sat and talked for about ten minutes, mainly about the jaguar, and what order we would put it back together.

She came out and said "Dinner is served, you boys want to come and eat?" I got up and the two of them followed.

To say it was good would be to insult it. She is a great cook. I couldn't believe the taste of the chicken, she had a wonderful glaze on it, and the corn, beans and bread were all very tasty. We ate like there was no tomorrow, devouring the whole meal. Once we were done, she got up and brought out a freshly baked apple pie. I had to fight those two to keep them from having thirds. Lisa was all smiles as we finished off her well cooked meal. After we were done, she said "Well, I need to take a shower, can you boys clean up for me?" They said sure, so the three of us started cleaning off the table, taking the dirty dishes to the sink.

Soon, Tim was washing, Matt drying, and I was putting things away. We heard the shower running for about ten minutes, then shut off. Us guys were finished, as we grabbed another beer and headed for the living room. We turned on the tube, and found a ball game. We sat and watched for a few minutes, letting dinner settle, when I heard Lisa enter from behind me.

I saw Times mouth drop, as I heard Lisa ask "Which top do you guys think I should wear this evening to go dancing in." I was puzzled, as I turned, Lisa was holding up two very nice blouses, with beautiful designs on them, but what was really standing out was her breasts, since she was wearing nothing but sheer black panties, barely covering her mound, and a smile.

I said "Um, why don't you go with the red one, it goes good with your hair."

She smiled and said "Ok" and turned and left the room. Little fucking tease, giving these poor young studs a show.

In about ten minutes, she reentered my apartment, fully dressed, sort of, still no bra. I was wondering if she owned one. She asked "How far a drive is it to this place?"

I said "Just over an hour."

"Well then, we better get going," She turned to the guys "You boys are going too, ain't you?" I looked at them and nodded my agreement, and they said yes. So we headed out the door, heading for my bronco. Lisa got in the front with me, while the guys climbed into the back.

It took the whole hour, and then some, to reach the bar. It was located just outside Telluride, and has of course a country flavor. The parking lot was packed, and this wasn't unusual, as during the warm months, it's the main entertainment in the area. We found a table for the four of us, and soon we were drinking and Lisa was dancing. Both Tim and Matt took their turns dancing with her, and she was by far one of the best looking women out there. After plenty of drinks for them ( I cut myself off, since I was driving), I noticed that the two of them were giving her a good feel whenever they were on the dance floor. I also noticed a tall redhead dancing on occasion with them as well. I joined in and danced awhile myself, getting a good feel of the redhead beauty. When I was dancing a slow dance with her, Lisa was dancing with Matt, and I noticed his hands holding her ass tightly, pulling her into his body. She looked at me and smiled when she caught my eye. Damn, I think this girl will fuck all of us, if she has the chance. I think she will.

When that song was over, Lisa came over to me and whispered something into the redhead's ear. The redhead smiled, and the two of them headed back towards the bathroom. I went back to our table, noticing that the crowd was thinning. Matt and Tim were seated there, each with a beer in their hand, nursing it along. I sat down, and soon Lisa had returned, with the redhead and another girl, a small blonde with not much of a chest. The redhead was stacked like Lisa, and soon Lisa introduced the girls as Amy(the redhead) and Beth(the blonde).

She told the boys to get up and dance with them, and then she sat down on my lap, whispering "Looks like I may have found some pussy for the boys."

I laughed and said "Yeah, when other women see a good looking women paying attention to some stud, they all want to try it."

She laughed and slapped me playfully, saying "Ready to go back to the apartment?"

"What about the boys?"

"The four of them will come with us." I was shocked, as the song ended, the four of them came back to the table, as Lisa said "You guys ready to go home for some fun?"

The girls said sure, and the boys were dumbfounded. I smiled, and got up, motioning them to all follow. I drove, with Lisa sitting next to me, and the other four in the back seat. I could see in the rearview mirror that the boys were taking liberties with the girls boobs, and from the moans, they were doing things to their cocks that I couldn't see.

Lisa fondling my cock and balls on the way back was a bit of a distraction, was about ready to pull off the side of the road and fuck her in her seat, but I kept going. I finally got to the shop, as I pulled into the lot, both boys in the back seat had their cocks out and were being ridden. I was sober enough to get out, after telling them not to, didn't think I had to, as I climbed out, went to the office door and unlocked it. I then went into the shop and opened up a door, walked out and got back behind the wheel, pulling the bronco in. Got back out and closed the bay door. Lisa was on me in a flash as soon as I had the door down. I looked at the clock, it reading 1 am. And the night is just beginning, sex wise anyways. Lisa climbed into my arms, and I yelled at the others to come on up once they get done. It was a heck of a time, kissing and walking up the stairs to the apartment.

Once there, we were naked and going at it on the floor in seconds. I had her on her knees, her upper body on the couch, as I was plowing her cunt from behind. She was so wet and tight, my hands were on her hips, with my thumbs spreading her ass cheeks, so I got a great view of my dong entering her cunt. Her cunt looked so small compared to my seven inch cock. She was screaming out as an orgasm raked her body, causing her cunt muscles to spasm, squeezing my cock hard. My dick throbbed, as I sent a load deep up her slippery cunt. I collapsed forward, and we both fell to the floor, each on our left side, my cock deeply rooted inside of her steaming twat.

I heard the others coming up the stairs, and soon Matt and Amy, followed by Tim and Beth were in the room as well, all bare-ass naked, and all four looking at each other with lust in their eyes, ready to go again. My cock started to twitch, and I was feeling the blood rush back into it, as I was getting hard watching Matt in a sixty-nine with Amy, and Beth with Tim between her legs, plowing her cunt with massive passion. Lisa leaned up and kissed me, saying "Both boys have nice equipment."

I said "The girls ain't bad either." As I checked out Beth first, admiring her small breasts, just pointed little things with very hard and extended nipples. Amy had a nice set of tits, almost as big as Lisa, a bit rounder, and a bit less firm though.

With my cock pointing to the ceiling, Lisa swung her leg over and facing away from me, she guided her cunt down my pole. I leaned back against the couch, reached around a played with her tits as we watched the other two couples. Amy was screaming in passion as she came from Matt’s tongue work, just as he blasted a load into her mouth. Tim and Beth soon followed, as Beth moaned loudly, as Tim grunted and filled her cunt to overflowing. He kept pounding her twat, and their combined juices were frothing at the junction of their bodies. Lisa had her hand in her crotch, rubbing her clit, as we rocked gently on the floor. She was almost there, again, as the others cuddled up and watched us.

I moved my hands to her ass, and started to lift and then pull her back down onto me, her big tits bouncing like Jell-O. She was moaning and telling me to fuck her harder, and I was trying my best to follow her instructions. Soon, she came, her cunt gripping my cock like a vise, sending me into an orgasm as well. She fell back into me, exhausted. The other four, with Matt and Tim back to full arousal, were getting ready to go at it again. I wrapped my arms around Lisa, as she turned her head and gave me a big kiss, saying "Let's go to bed and get some sleep." She was a bit worn, so I smiled as I stood up, my cock still impaled in her hot cunt, as I headed to the bedroom.

I turned to the others and said "You guys can use the beds in the apartment next door." As I pointed to the open door to the other apartment.

We went at it one more time, me plowing her cunt as she was on her hands and knees, before we drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the feeling of Lisa's cunt riding my cock, as I opened up my eyes and seen her smiling face looking down into mine. I reached up and grabbed some tit flesh, gently giving those globes a good massage. I noticed my clock read 7:14, as she closed her eyes and rode herself to an orgasm. She laid her head down on my chest, still softly bucking her hips on my hard cock. Then she raised her head and looked at the clock, saying "Come on, we got to get showered up."

I replied "Why?"

"Church services start at nine, silly."

I looked at her dumfounded, as she climbed off my aching cock, and started to protest. She ignored me, as she went to my closet, and opened up the door, looking at my clothes. She had a frown on her face, and mumbled something about my fashion style. I stood up and went over to her, embracing her from behind, asking "Why don't we just stay here and keep fucking our brains out?"

She gave me that look, the one that all men dread, the look of "keep it up and you're in deep shit!" I backed off and sat down on the edge of the bed. She went through my closet and pulled out a dress shirt and a pair dress pants, then pulled out my suit coat. Then she said "Well, I guess these will do."

I asked "How do you know when church services are? And which fucking church?" Hell, I didn't even know there was one in this town, although I should know there was, since I've done work on the vehicles of a couple of ministers, don't even know which denomination, could be the church of Good Sexual Practices, now there's a thought.

She broke my daydreaming, saying "I'm Methodist, and there is one here in town. You obviously don't go, but I do every Sunday." She headed towards the bathroom, adding just before she closed the door, "I'll shower first, then I'll get some clothes from the apartment." Damn, she fucks like a rabbit all night, then she goes and confesses the next day. I laid back down, drifting off to sleep as I heard the shower running. I didn't hear it turn off, but I did hear the door open, as she said "You're turn."

I staggered into the bathroom, crawled under the shower head and turned it on. I quickly showered, got out and shaved, then exited the bathroom, and started putting on the clothes she had picked out. I was putting my tie on, when I heard her say from behind me, "Well, that doesn't look too bad." I turned and seen she was wearing a knee length blue dress, with matching shoes and a cute little hat. Her body made it look delectable, and the look on my face gave me away, as she sternly told me "Touch me and you're dead meat."

I came over and leaned down and gave her a peck on her cheek anyway, as I asked "Are the others still asleep?"

She laughed, saying "Yeah, all fucked out." We headed down the stairs, as I grabbed the keys. We walked the three blocks to the church, getting there about ten minutes before the service. The looks we got from the townsfolk were hilarious, I'm sure there will be plenty of talk in town today. I had a splitting headache, as I sat in the pew with Lisa. After the service, as we left, she introduced herself to the minister, Rev Simon, and talked for what-I-don't-know for about ten minutes. My head was buzzing, lack of sleep the past two nights, and I really wasn't paying attention. I just knew when to say "Yes" and "No".

We started walking back to my place, and I could see groups of people in the church parking lot staring at us and talking to each other. I let out a chuckle, and she giggled, saying "Looks like the gossip mill is starting."

"Yeah, well, who can blame them, some real knock-out looking babe comes to town and brings the local grease monkey to church." We laughed, as we reached the apartment. Upstairs, still no sign of life from the others, as Lisa and I went into my bedroom.

I had my back to her as I heard her say, "God, I need it bad, now, you're spoiling me." I turned to see her drop her dress off to the floor, standing there in her panties and bra. Well what do you know, she does have a bra!

Soon we were in bed again, my pants down to my knees as she was slurping on my meat. I swung her ass around, and had her twat on my face, eating her sweet cunt. I was licking away, her hips grinding her cunt into my face, when I could hear shouting coming from the apartment next door. All of a sudden, Lisa stopped her movements, as I heard her scream out "What the fuck you doing here, you fucking bastard?"

I threw Lisa towards the head of the bed, as I looked up to see her former lover Frank coming towards the bed, shouting at her "You fucking slut..." His sentence was cut short, as I flung my leg around and caught the side of his head with my foot, sending him crashing into the wall. I heard fighting outside my room, and as I could see that Frank was pre-occupied with dream land, I rushed out. There was Matt getting the shit kicked out of him by a guy my size, while Tim was holding his own with another. Now neither Tim and Mat are very big, probably both about six-foot, and both about 190 pounds.

Seeing Matt was having trouble, I picked up a book and slammed it against his attackers head, knocking him to his knees, then spun and gave him a shot in his upper chest with my foot, sending him down. Tim's guy was tougher, as I seen Beth and Amy, both bare-ass naked like the rest of us, come charging in and jumping on the guy that was beating up Matt, pulling the poor guys hair, scratching and clawing...almost felt sorry for the dumbass. Meanwhile, I turned to see Tim get one hell of an uppercut in, sending the second guy into oblivion. I noticed a movement to my left by the couch, I spun to confront this newest person, but was stopped, when I heard Lisa shout out "Daddy, what the hell you doing here!"

Oh shit, I think the shit just hit the fan. I looked at the gentleman, dressed up in suit and tie, with gray hair, he looked to be about my size, maybe even a bit bigger.

I looked at her and asked "Daddy?" She froze, suddenly realizing she was bare-ass naked, with her crotch visibly wet from my tongue work.

I looked at her father, who wasn't smiling, as he said "Good morning Lisa, how is the work on the Jaguar going?"

I cleared my throat, as she looked at me. I said "The parts will be arriving tomorrow, sir. I hope to have it running by Thursday, next weekend at the latest." Lisa turned and headed back to my bedroom, mumbling something which I couldn't understand.

Her father looked at me, and asked "Do you always screw your clients."

Now, I have always been a bit of a smartass, as I looked at him and replied "Only those that I think will be good in the sack, like your daughter."

Lisa came up from behind me, and said "I heard that, Joe." I turned to see she pulled her dress back on over her head. I looked to see Matt sitting on the floor, leaning up against the wall, a nice gash bleeding above his left eye. Amy and Beth were both sitting on his attacker. Tim was on his knees, exhausted, his face bloodied, but not doing too bad.

His attacker moaned, and I started to move to send him back to never-never land when her dad said "Hold it." I looked at him, and he said "Haul Franks ass out of there, have your guys here get these other two out of here as well. I want to talk to my daughter."

I said "Yes sir." I turned to Matt and Tim, saying "Pull them into the apartment, I'll get the other one." Lisa was still standing there, by the couch, as I went into my bedroom, got Frank to his knees and did a fireman’s carry, carrying him into the other apartment, dropping his sorry ass on the couch. I then went back into my apartment, he giving me a look of indifference, as I went and pulled on a pair of pants. I grabbed my shotgun and inserted a shell, and handed it to Tim, who followed me back, telling him, if any of them move, shoot them.

I started to leave, but Lisa said "No, wait. I want you here with me." I looked at him, and he nodded his head yes. I went over and closed the door into the other apartment.

Lisa spoke first, asking her dad in a surprisingly very civil tone "What brings you to Colorado, father?"

How did she keep a straight face? I wanted to burst out laughing. His face on the other hand, looked like he wanted to explode. He cleared his throat, and said "Well, seems I got a report of my daughter not acting very lady-like and not keeping to a good moral character." He paused and added "Looks like you were doing a bit more than getting your car fixed."

She responded, by saying "I do believe I am of age, sir. And I don't want to hear about double-standards when it comes to your children." Oh shit, his face is getting a bit more red, even though I haven't a clue to what she's talking about. She continued, saying "I am single, and can pick and choose who I would like to go with, as I am not committed to anyone in particular."

He said "Oh really, what about Frank?"

"I broke up with Frank last week, telling him to get the fuck out of my life. I got tired of his selfish attitude and his rude behavior. He is nothing but a obnoxious bore. And I don't care how much money his family has, I don't want Frank." She then looked at him, asking "Is that why you came here, to get me back with Frank?"

He chuckled, saying, "No, not hardly, I never did like the dumb sonofabitch, but I heard you were playing around out here and I wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt." I thought to myself, the only thing hurting around here is my cock from her fucking me to death....oh, and the three losers in the next room, and my employees. Lisa came around and sat down on the chair, across from her father, as I remained standing. I heard some shouting from the next room, and a thud. I looked at the door, but thought against checking it out. I turned to her father, and asked "So how did you hear about what's going on here?"

He smiled, and said "I've many connections. Frank wanted to keep track of her movements, and of course, eavesdropping methods are very good these days." Damn, now that’s scary. He looked at my face, sensed what I was thinking, and said "But, I don't think she is in any trouble. Looks like Frank pulled my chain for no reason, other than for his self-respect." He got up, and so did Lisa. "We'll be going, as soon as they wake up." He started for the door. "You did pretty good, your marine training shows." Shit, this guy is good. I didn't tell her I was in the Marine Reserve for eight years.

I replied "Thank you, sir, I still try to keep in shape." Is this all there is? Hell, I was expecting a riot act, and now he's giving me compliments. What the fuck gives?

He opened the door, and Lisa and I followed him out into the other apartment. The two men and Frank were sitting on the couch, Frank in-between them. Her father looked at Frank and said "There's no problem here, Frank. The only problem is you. You and you're friends here can find another way home, but I will have you driven to the next town. Go on and get into my car and wait." All three got up and headed out the door. Mr. Maddern turned and looked at the four in the room, all still butt-naked, although the girls did each grab a blanket and wrapped it around themselves. He looked at me and asked "Doesn't anyone wear clothes around here?"

Beth blurted out, "Our clothes are down in the car."

And Tim finished "We, um, sort of got undressed before we came upstairs."

He laughed, and said "I seen a restaurant down the street. While my driver takes them to the next town, I'm going to have breakfast."

Lisa spoke for both of us, as she said "Joe and I will come on down as soon as we get dressed, dad."

He smiled, kissed her on her cheeks, and said "I'll give you ten minutes."

He left and she said "Well, what are you waiting for, go wash up, we’re going for breakfast."

I turned and headed to my bedroom, as I told Tim and Matt, "Once you four get things settled down and cleaned up, take my bronco and get these ladies to their vehicles."

Lisa said "You two will need some fresh clothes, lets see what I can do." The boys followed me, and started straightening things up as I washed my face, and pulled on a clean shirt. I went back into the other apartment, Beth and Amy were trying on tops from Lisa's wardrobe, all three chattering away. She had already changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, as she looked up and saw I was ready. She turned to them and said "Take your pick, girls. You can return them here later in the week." She gave them a hug, and soon we were headed down the street to the cafe, in silence, I might add.

Breakfast was fine, her dad talked to her about a few cases he wants her to work on when she returns home. And she told him about what all she did while staying with me...well, almost everything. Some things didn't need to be told. We sat there until his limo came back, about two hours in all. I couldn't help but laugh as I seen the towns folk that were out stopping and staring at the strange car as it pulled up along side the cafe. The driver got out, and came in. Mr. Maddern had him get himself something to eat, and he paid for the breakfast. Once the driver ate, they got up and we escorted them outside. Lisa and her dad hugged and kissed goodbye, and her dad said to me, "I expect my daughter to be home by next weekend, then."

I smiled and said "I'll see to it."

We waved as they pulled away, I seen a few of the towns folk staring at us, but I ignored them as we walked on back to the shop. Entering, we found the guys gone and everything cleaned up. Lisa said "I'll be sure to give those boys a bonus for cleaning things up so good." I laughed, locked the doors up, and we proceeded to ravish each others bodies. We spent the rest of that day and all that night fucking and sucking. In the morning, I had a heck of a time getting out of the sack and down stairs to open up. The parts arrived at nine, and Tim showed up at noon to help. He was a bit under the weather, but not nearly as bad as Matt, who didn't make it back to work until Wednesday. Tim announced that Amy and Beth were moving into an apartment with him and Matt in the next town, about fifteen miles away. Both girls have jobs there, so they decided to all move in together, as they kept trading with each other all day yesterday in the girls small apartment.

Lisa and I balled each others brains out all fucking week. It was hard not to come up with an excuse to keep her here, but we got done with the jag on Friday. Her and I had a great time Saturday night, as we made love from after dinner until noon the next day. She called her brother on Friday, and he flew into Montrose on Saturday to help on the drive home. When we met him at the airport, he sized me up and said "So, you're the one that knocked the shit out of Frank and his buddies."

I laughed, and said "Yeah, I guess I am." He shook my hand and we had a great time talking on the way back to my place. He spent the night in the apartment, as Lisa and I slept together one last time. Although we didn't do much, as we didn't want to make much noise.

They left early the next morning, and she was crying when she said good-bye. As for me, I was thrilled to have had the chance to fuck her brains out, typical male thing, and didn't expect to see her again. Well, I was wrong. It's been two years, and since that time, she has come out to spend about a week a month here, fucking me silly. I've gotten on good terms with her family, I even made a trip out there to visit for a week (more sex in her posh Beverly Hills apartment). She seems content to continue this arrangement, and I am more than happy to oblige.

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