Another rainy weekend results in miserable traffic. Shhhheesh a little rain in Miami and people forget how to drive.
The traffic report stated “826 West has been closed from 27th Ave to 47th, its a parking lot now all the way from 57th to 103rd.”
I wasn't in a hurry I just hate sitting in traffic, having borrowed Tom's truck this weekend, I was on my way to return it.
Tom wasn't in a hurry either along his license was suspended DUI, and he recently broke his leg when he fell off a ladder.
I fiddled with the Sirius radio, hit the preset selecting some Bob Marley, to help me chill. Since I wasn't likely to be moving anytime soon I had better get my blood pressure down.
The Hemi engine rumbled smoothly, from the towering truck I surveyed the cars around me, giving names to the passengers they carried.
“Sexy lips”to my right was painting her lips and staring an awful long time at her face, was she worried about getting old and the lines she thought were appearing.
"pudgy banker dude" sipped his coffee and sweated in his air conditioned car.
To my left and a car length in front was “Sierra”, oh yes I knew her name for it was emblazoned in blue on the vanity plate of her 2010 ’vette.
Inch by agonizing inch we crawled along. The rain had stopped, but the sky remained overcast, the air cool.
I lost interest in my little game but it piqued again when the top of the ’vette, suddenly converted like a scene from the transformer movie.
She was quite a looker, from my first glimpse. Strawberry blond with a very nice smile, she was adjusting her ponytail through the Marlins baseball cap, when she noticed me in her rear view mirror.
Taking a chance yet playing it low key I motioned to her, up ahead was a Starbucks. She hesitated, but almost instantaneously changed her mind and nodded her okay.
Pulling into the parking lot she waited for me to get out and open her door. The faint waif of Elizabeth Arden floated as she walked by and again as I held the door open to the cafe.
"So you are a Marlins fan, I try to catch a game now and then"
"Yes I am ...My husband's firm does their legal work so we have season tickets" "I played softball up through college and love the sport."
I introduced myself with small talk about the traffic; she countered that it was because of the traffic that we met.
Her eyes twinkled and I knew this was a woman to be reckoned with.
“What are you having?” she asked.
“A medium coffee, cream, no sugar - thanks” and watched as she ordered a ‘Cinnamon Dolce’.
Waiting in line, I checked her out better. Her white blouse gently concealed her beautiful assets, tight fitting jeans hugged her curvy hips midway.
Wearing cowboy boots she stood about 5'3" tall. There were freckles on her bare arms and her nicely toned shoulders was evidence that she worked out.
Voluptuous though not overly large I wondered for a moment if maybe she had any enhancements, however the natural sway of her pendulous bosom convinced me otherwise.
Taking both cups I followed her outside to sit at one of those side walk tables.
“I need some work done on my home" she said. “Would you stop by and give me an estimate?”
It hit me that she was referring to the General Contractors sign on Tom’s truck, so I nodded my okay.
I could feel her eyes checking me out. At 52, I am in pretty good shape no hint of gray yet, 5'9" and 175 lbs only 10 lbs over my high school weight. My jeans still fit tight and my legs are in great shape. She had a good sense of humor and quickly warmed up to each other .
Our wedding bands were visible but it was obvious by her flirtatious behavior that she down with it.
She didn't explicitly say he was having an affair, rather muttered that he was frequently away on business trips accompanied his young legal secretary.
Sierra was from El Paso Texas, when I broke into a little Marty Robbins she laughed as she had no idea that cowboy music was once very popular in Jamaica.
Traffic began to flow again, after exchanging business cards we made arrangements to meet in two hours, I concluded that this lady had more on her mind that renovations.
I made a few calls, told Tom I would bring the truck around later and called in a personal day at work. I returned home since I was less than 10 minutes away, the boys were in school, my wife and daughter were out shopping.
With the control in hand I kept flicking the channels till I was driving myself crazy. I paced the house, in 20 years I had yet to cheat on my wife.
Oh, I am no saint, I watch porn and have gone to strip bars on the occasional boys night out. I also flirt incessantly with my coworkers.
I had become bored with the routine sex of marriage. We fucked like rabbits in the early years but after 4 kids my wife had lost interest.
Time crawled at an agonizingly slow pace and I began to wonder if I could go through with it.
Sierra lived in Harbor Isle, about 30 minutes away. Beautiful homes, most with waterfront views of the Intercoastal. Finding her address was a cinch with the GPS and I arrived on time.
Her Pomeroy greeted me at the door and minutes later Sierra appeared. The dog was a cute little thing and very curious, inspecting me as if to say why are you here and what do you want with my Mistress? Her tiny feet trotted rapidly on the marble tile and the sound of her nails echoed down the hallway.
Sierra showed me first the kitchen, then to a few bathrooms where the toilets kept running.
"How long have you had these leaks" I asked.
"A couple of months"
I can never find the time. Proceeding to a lower section of the house she motioned me towards the jacuzzi, it doesn't turn on and when it does the it doesn't heat the water.
So this is your priority?
Yeah! I need it fixed ...I like to relax after working out.
"Let me take a look then"
A quick trace on the line found a loose wire, that was easy enough. "can you show me the breaker box?"
The loose wire had tripped the fuse "no biggie" I told her "just give it a few and it should be warming up"
"You are good" stressing her southern drawl.
"I will start on the rest of the stuff if that's okay with you."
Oh yes please, I will be in the exercise room working out.
I got to work on changing the washers in the faucets and after an hour or so I was done, then I made my way back to the room where Sierra was working out.
The red and blue bandanna around her head, matched her red and blue spandex outfit. Sweat was dripping from her body and she looked absolutely stunning as the material hugged every curve. Music blasting she didn't seem to notice my entrance, for she was staring at the wide screen following along some Gazelle extreme fitness.
Her butt was nice and tight, my cock twitched involuntarily. She turned around "I am almost done ...five more minutes."
I watched along, switching at times from the women on the screen to her and back.
"Please hand me that towel" she said, shutting off the program and the music.
"That was good ... now lets see about the Jacuzzi".
Running her fingers through the water she hummed, then she threw in a few pellets which immediately started to foam.
"Do you mind?" she asked as she approached me. "My shoulders get a little sore when I workout, its almost as if there is a knot ...right here". She spun around to show me the area.
On their own my hands reached out and began to massage her neck and shoulders. Her skin was soft and pliable, the scent of her perfumed sweat seeped into my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining her tender flesh beneath my body.
Sierra removed her head band, dabbing at the droplets of sweat appearing around her face and neck. I curtailed the urge to kiss and lick each bead and focused instead on maintaining steady pressure and rhythm.
"That feels so good"
I stayed with it a few more minutes till she said, "now help me out of these wet clothes."
I froze for a moment till she pointed out "you don't wear clothes in a jacuzzi"
"Oh of course not" blushing at my own naivety.
Beneath her leotard, her black lace bra could barely contain her pendulous breast, still breathing deeply from her workout they hypnotized me with each rise.
Noticing the effect she smiled. "Do you like what you see?"
Next off were her tennis and sock, with a little wiggle she pealed off her tights to reveal matching black lace panties. High cut they strained to contain her fat pum-pum. I could feel my cock noticeably growing down the length of my pants. A favorable look of approval appeared on her face as she saw its rising outline.
Standing before me naked, my eyes wandered over her body, her large titties were adorned by the longest most protruding nipples I have e'er seen.
White tan lines cast a beautiful contrast to the reddish gold hair which trailed from her navel to her pussy getting progressively darker as it neared her labia. Her legs were thick and firm with shapely calves, her butt was wide and round narrowing at the waist giving her a certain sexiness.
Squeezing her arms before her she caused her tits to elevate even more then she gave each nipple a gently lick.
