Something Lost; Something Gained

Something lost; Something gained-1495

         Jessie had been riding for hours, and the night didn’t give him the comfort that he’d been accustomed to over the years. Something was wrong; this is how he always resolved his issues.

         He was the young CEO of Iceland Software Systems, and the fair-haired champion was now experiencing the financial affects of the recent slump in IT sales. His bonus was eliminated; at least until sales improved, and while he had no problem with that, his home life had taken a fatal hit because of that singular decision.

         Two weeks earlier, he’d been served with final divorce papers from his trophy wife, citing irreconcilable differences, and while it hadn’t come as a complete surprise, it was much quicker than he’d expected.

         Lucky in business, unlucky in love… He’d done everything that he could to make things work out in his relationship with Sonia, but the rules just didn’t seem to work on her. While he was confident that he could bring the company around in short order and regain their profitable track record, his inside information about her real reason for departure had become apparent a couple of weeks earlier.

         He’d discovered that she’d had a long standing affair with her immediate supervisor, explaining why she’d left him without a normal family life from that time on.

         The discovery had put inevitable things into motion, and the appropriate paperwork had been exchanged. The challenge had been issued; the appropriate response had been made, and life went on.

         He pulled into the truck stop, and dismounted from the crackling Harley, both now cooling off from a grueling ride. This had been his refuge from ‘bullshit’ in his life over the past two years, and was indeed, a home away from home.

         Stepping inside, he quickly spotted ‘Hank’, or more properly Henrietta, topping off a trucker’s coffee at the end of the counter. She was as petite as he was lanky, and he felt the contrast between them worked well in their friendship. In another place—another time, they might have been much more.

         Legendary along highway 16, Hank had the beauty of an angel, the wisdom of a bartender and, it was said, the virtue of a nun. Jessie appreciated those same qualities, and sought her out whenever life became a bit too overwhelming—like now.

         He found his stool at the far end of the counter, steaming cup of coffee in place. Of course, she’d heard his Harley approach the restaurant, and had prepared for his entry. The part of her greeting that he appreciated the most was her smile, bright and sparkling whenever she saw him.

         His visit today however, was much more somber, but it was a much needed therapeutic break from the drama on his home front. He must have looked like crap, he thought, as he noted her slight frown as she approached.

         It took just a few minutes for him to relate the whole sordid story to her, and was relieved when she took his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs across his fingers. ‘A burden shared was a burden halved’ was a mantra his mother had impressed upon him at an early age, and he found the truth in it to have been more than helpful in his turbulent life.

         As expected, she said all the right things, at the right times, and included a bit of a ‘zinger’ into their conversation as well. “You sometimes need a whole lot of patience Jessie, to get what you really want in this world. Unfortunately you tried to get it all at once, without really thinking about what it was that you wanted.”

         This brought him to the question that he asked her nearly every time that he’d come in. “How come you never found anyone for you, Henrietta? You’re smart, you’re pretty and you’d be the perfect centerpiece in any family.”

         She laughed, then told him that she was closer now than she’d ever been to finding, and capturing the perfect man for her future. “Patience is sometimes a good thing, Jessie, although the wait can be frustrating as hell.”

         She left him to attend to the culinary needs of some truckers, but returned shortly to ask, “You said that you could help me with anything that I wanted fixed if I needed help, right? Is that offer still good?”

         Her smile was enough to take his mind off recent events, and since this was Friday night and he had nothing planned, he was more than willing to step up to that promise. His only surprise came when she asked if he could give her a ride when she got off.

         All he had was his bike, and she’d never ridden with him before, so it was with a bit of trepidation that he informed her of his concern. She simply smiled at him, and returned a couple minutes later, tying a scarf snugly around her head.

         After some brief directions, he found himself on the highway headed to her home, a woman now snuggled tightly against him on the back of his bike. Her arms had been around his waist at the beginning of the trip, but now dropped into his lap.

         The erection that she’d produced on him was testimony to his frustration and attraction to this beautiful creature behind him.

         She obviously knew the effect that she was having, as she gently massaged his cock through his trousers. He was beginning to wonder what this was all about, but he wasn’t willing to make her stop.

         Arriving at her home, she invited him in and made him comfortable while she cleaned up from work. Several minutes later, she returned to the living room, now nicely dressed in denim shorts, and a flattering tube top.

         Clearing his throat, he asked her what she needed him to fix. In response she stepped closer to him, a small smile on her face. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she placed her hands on his thighs and gazed up into his face.

         “Us, Jessie; we need to fix us.” She said. “I have a lot of patience but I can’t wait forever.” She stopped massaging his thighs and reached for his hands. His erection returned, thrust out against his pants in front of her, but he felt no embarrassment just then.

         He watched as she brought his hands to her chest, and pressed them tightly against her breasts. Her thumbs still stroked his fingers, and he felt his blood pressure rising.

         “You can tell a lot about a man by looking into his eyes,” she continued “and by observing his hands. To me, your wedding ring was like garlic to a vampire, but when it disappeared, I knew it was time to make my move.”

         Using his hands, she pushed the tube top down to her waist, exposing her breasts to him. Noting the turgid nipples, and the pink blush extending into her cheeks, he noticed something else; a musky, sensuous scent; absolutely intoxicating to him. This move could only result in one thing; and he embraced her, smothering her face and breasts in kisses.

         Her response was electric, and she feverishly began to remove his clothing, as he tried to remove hers. She hadn’t worn underwear, making his task much easier, allowing them to finish together. Seeing his erection in the altogether, Henrietta gasped, and stuttered, “She gave this up for money? What a bloody fool!”

         As she grasped his highly aroused cock in her hands, he watched her bring her mouth down onto it, slowly running her tongue around the shaft, seemingly savoring his taste, his feel. He in turn wondered just how she’d managed to conceal that magnificent body in frumpy clothing this long. For a tiny package, nature had given her everything necessary for this seduction.

         Knowing that the end of this engagement was very near, and not wanting it to finish too quickly, Jessie pulled her away from his enflamed organ, picked her up and laid her on the couch. His turn, he thought.

         How long or how permanent this encounter might be, he wasn’t certain; but there was so much that he wanted to explore with this woman. Having tasted her lips and breasts already, he moved his lips down her chest, across her abdomen and into her groin.

         Her fingers entangled themselves into his hair, drawing him tighter and tighter into her center. Breaths in deep gasps assailed his ears, and finally, strong rhythmic spasms crossed her abdomen, and she embraced his head between her thighs.

         Once the convulsions subsided and they had a moment to rest, she felt his cock still pressed firmly against her side.

         As she pulled his face up to hers; “Baby, darling”, she said,” take me And Drive me crazy.”

         An offer he couldn't resist; he took her, and did his best to drive her crazy! They were their own next great adventure.


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