Once home she had chosen to wear little around the house, no longer minded him seeing her naked or how the years were slowly taking their toll and that Pilates classes, alone, didn’t keep from creeping up on her. She sure felt proud of him and how Oscar’s body was so toned and muscled, ow easy it was to press against him…if Oscar sought it of her, which he did and had done. Lust had overcome any sense of restraint, she wanting to feel that hard cock against her, for his blood sure was raging when he saw her body, and she then aching to have her boy put it inside her. Once, so long ago, had not been enough and now she was on a path to a place she’d rather not be, dependent on having him in her bed while he was on leave. The time to decide on whenever, or never, had long since gone and it was that thought that wrecked her conscience now.
“Going to work, being away from him after these past two nights, may save me.”
She fretted about how he would be in Elena’s company, her closest friend usually to be seen in her work clothes and keeping what she brought all covered up.
5
Oscar cursed under his breath, clenched his lips to keep from smiling after what had happened. He’d lost it, again, with Gabi, his mother of all people. Now, he was taking his chances with Elena. The long spell of abstinence since he’d joined the Corps might, or might not, explain his feckless behaviour.
He couldn’t deny that there was an attraction, that he wanted to experience what she had, but he knew it was wrong to assume she would concede to him. She wasn’t exactly flaunting what she would bring to his touch, or enticing him, but she had known from way back how it might be, how she’d caught him staring at her, even at Gabi, over the years.
He thought about her, about them together, picturing them both getting up to the sort of thing he and Niall had joshed each other about. Seeing her now, in only too workaday clothes still wound his spring. He felt a shudder rush through his body, teasing out a shiver and it made him sigh.
“Jeez…sorry, Elena!”
“I’m not complaining, Oscar…” she said, much to his surprise, and on a slow smile. She was looking his way for an instant, and it made him wonder if she was baiting him to make a move. “Your mother and I have often wondered what you and Niall talked about,what was behind those looks you gave us…”
“We weren’t too good at hiding that from you were we?” he chuckled, pushing a grubby hand through his very short hair, more of a gesture out of embarrassment than to keep her eyes on him.
“Your girlfriends then had a call on you…I guess?”
“That was then, and there’s no one to catch up on. So, I’m here…with you and Gabi…two women like none other in my life or Niall’s, but he’ll have to speak for himself.”
“You sure are being honest with me now.” She met his look upon her, knew that there was no need to say more, the rush she had felt from being so close to him like nothing before between them.
“I sure don’t know what to say…now, Elena” he went on, his appraising look upon her only too brazen.
His best buddy’s Mom sure looked hot, even in that short-sleeved, V-necked, washed-out yellow T-shirt she wore under denim dungarees. You really couldn’t miss her shapeliness or how hard, physical, work toned her arm muscles and slimmed her curvy figure, gave her face a high-cheeked attractiveness that he saw in Gabi, but hers the result of worry and a nervy energy that Elena simply did not have. The woman he looked at seemed so in control of everything.
“You could start by saying that it’s been fun working with me…we’ve not done anything like this before.”
“That’s true,” he grinned, watching her rip away the work gloves and seeing the glow on her skin that working had brought to them. The veined surface would soften as she cooled down. Gabi’s nails were manicured and cut square, varnished a cherry red; Elena’s rounded and smooth he now saw. She’d not claw at him like Gabi had done. He’d had to stop her from doing that as they fucked. “I like surprises…and working and being with you is one of them.”
She had felt him brush against her, a moment’s lingering touch to her hip that she also felt to her bare arm. Gabi’s boy was shameless in his behaviour, now, and she hesitated to respond. Their work at the Andersons was over, done quicker than she had expected.
“You come on to everyone so quick?” she challenged, her voice light and teasing
“No, and we’ve been in this place for quite a spell…”
Elena loosened the bandana she had worn to keep her hair out of the way as she worked with the chain saw, cutting away the branches of the undergrowth that they had cleared. A moment’s flick of her fingers restored some sense of order to her hair. Elena was then seen to rub at her ears after the ear-defenders, and reinforced canvas gloves, were put away with small hand tools that soon lay in the box behind the cab of their Chevy pickup, a cage for all the brash fixed behind it and that the machine, he had been tasked to work with, spewed into a large pile, the sappy aroma heavy on the air.
“We’ve made up some time, Oscar. You sure are in a rush…but there’s no need, not now. We can both relax, and…and I sure appreciate your help…a fresh way of doing things.”
She pouted a smile, took in the young man’s rugged appearance. He seemed to dwarf her even when she stood at five ten, was no waif of a woman and it was that which she understood, again now, that he seemed to like in her, even to be drawn to her like never before. She had asked for his help, heard him accept only to quickly, and she had her time with him and knew that the day’s job would get done. Niall’s course had first been seen as an inconvenient interruption of her plans, but that had soon been pushed to the back of her mind. Gabi was busy with her duties at work until mid-afternoon so, one way or the other, Oscar’s offer to help had been a blessing and a chance to see what spun out of their time together.
Joshing telephone chats between her and Gabi had skirted round the possibilities of this happening, brazenly purposeful or the two of them stumbling into a situation that satisfied wayward dreams and drunken chatter, that she and Gabi had again drifted into a couple of days ago. They had sat in the sunshine in shorts and sun-tops, watched their boys fooling around in the yard, their whoops of laughter just as it had always been. Dismay that he might lust after them both, his feckless ways in college confessed to by Gabi, was also pushed to the back of her mind. She wouldn’t get another chance to stretch the boundaries of their ways with each other when Gabi and Niall were around.
The cab and cage of the Chevy shielded them from view as Oscar drew close, slipped a hand between the front of her dungarees and T-shirt, stroked her breast as she was drawn to his side.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she gasped yet possessed by a rush of longing and that his touch had aroused in her.
“I have to touch you…just looking and talking no longer do it for me…do you follow?” His breaths wafted her cheek as he stood close, his fingers still brushing over her breast and lingering on her nipple.