8
She had chosen not to intrude on his thoughts as they worked, but Elena’s resolve finally snapped.
“You’ve gone quiet on me, Oscar,” she said, looking his way as they stood by the flatbed and took a break, snacked on an energy bar that he had brought, breaking it in half and offering it to her. She tugged at the sleeves of her striped long-sleeved T, fidgeted with the straps of her dungarees and remembered how Oscar had unfastened each one in turn, as they slowly accepted what would soon follow in the cool silence of her home.
“My leave time is turning out differently from what I thought it would be…your company has been special.”
“Like Gabi’s?”
“Don’t go there…we agreed on that yesterday, remember?” His reply was not as vehement as the first time. “I could sure do with my pal and focus on something else…”
Elena put a hand to his face for a moment. She could do so much more if they chose to pursue special moments, the place their own as the customer had left them to it.
“I’m sure sorry Niall got taken away, but he’s goin’ to be back tomorrow afternoon…so I’ve got your company a while longer. It’s gotten to matter to me…”
Gabi had said much the same thing yesterday and so much had happened between them since then, including the tug of his raging conscience that he should want to keep pursuing these two women. The slow build up over such a long time, covert and suggestive as it had then been, and fed by a youthful imagination, was now being overtly consummated in a raging fest of lust and pleasure. He had taken to wondering if there would be flashbacks of what had been pursued and having to make up a story of how his leave had gone, whom he’d met, had he scored and all the rest of it that passed for banter among the guys of his section.
“It’s that way for me too, Elena…but I’m wondering how fair it is, on you.”
She restrained herself, kept from touching his cheek, chose to look down at him as Oscar went and sat on the running board, his T-shirt, shorts, his bare arms and legs covered in the debris the shredding machine had blown into the air. “You havin’ a problem handling what happened yesterday…between us? I’ve got no regrets if that’s of any use to you?”
Her tone was only too matter of fact but concerned.
He ran his hands through his short brown hair as he sought to come to terms with what was playing out in his mind; the claims of two women so very different and that was beginning to gnaw at his conscience. The sex, the physical bond was pleasing beyond saying, but the mayhem it aroused in his mind was something else.
“Keeping it all a secret is having its effect on me…sure.”
Elena twisted on the narrow running board and leant in to kiss him, stilled the caress of his hand to her thigh, the rub of the denim on her skin something new in these ways of it.
“Come on…the work can get done and we share something better. I’ll take you mind off what’s bothering you…with me it’s natural to feel the way you do…a compliment to a woman of my age.”
“Yu don’t have to go there!” Oscar retorted, pushing her against the side of the vehicle and kissing her hungrily. “I’ll deal with everything in my own way…”
“And take me there while you can!”
He couldn’t deny that there was still, a raging attraction, that he wanted to experience again what had been discovered with her yesterday, the pack of condoms safely stowed in his small rucksack. He wanted all that she was again offering, Gabi too, even if he knew it was beginning to feel so wrong, in Gabi’s case.
He was becoming addicted to the sex with them, what the two women who were in bis life, like no others, brought to his touch and sight. Neither of them had to flaunt their stuff for him; they were each enticing enough and had been over the years he and Niall had been buddies. Everything had been turned over since he had arrived home in Raleigh on leave.
Elena stood before him and refastened the bandana around her head. He saw the sway of dangly earrings, their glitter in the hazy sunlight.
“Fuck…” he said softly, giving voice to him wanting her and she knew it. He grabbed his gear, turned away and pressed the fingers of one hand to the swell in his cargo pants. He felt warm throughout, nervy, and felt the lust building in him once more.
“Quick…we’ve gotta get on…the breeze is picking up, and it looks like it might rain!”
“Then we can find shelter in the barn…find something to do until it stops!”
On a laugh he jogged away from her, pulled the chain saw off the ground and tugged the starter cable handle that brought the machine into spluttering life. When he looked back at her he saw Elena grin and wag a finger at him.
He would get busy with her once more, enjoy the fun that she brought, before it was too late. Niall would save him from himself; his pal was cut from a different cloth.
9
“Just stay with me…sleep in my bed,” she had asked, wanting to again feel his naked body against her, his heat of strange solace just as it had been so long ago when she had nursed him as a young babe, had Oscar sleep in her bed and before her marriage went sour. Now, his presence offered comfort, what most would think a despicable and depraved way for her to behave.
“We’ve got to get used to it being different again…”
“I sure know that!”
She relaxed in his loose embrace but soon turned and started kissing him in the darkness, wanted to share in it differently and not see where to go but rely on touch. Soon, they were making out and offering caresses to the other’s unseen body.
“Jeez…mom…we never stop!”
“Cos you seem to be thinking of nothing else darlin’ when you’re with me…”
Gabi had reached down and grabbed his hard cock. It seemed as if he kept on lusting after her and was perpetually hard when she was in his company, in the house and now in her bed. She heard his breathing change as she offered slow caresses to his cock and massaged his balls. Oscar devoted attention to her breasts, rolled each nipple between his gently clamping lips as one hand stroked over her mons, fingers pressing slowly into her, just enough to bring her on.
“It shouldn’t be, but I love you doin’ that!” she cried out, bucking her hips off the bed to meet his touches.
“And I have so much to remember about you…” He persuaded Gabi to move, pressed against her, eased Gabi’s leg over his thigh and caressed her slit with the tip of his penis, wanted to take her as they lay on their sides.
“No, not like that again….” She couldn’t stand his ways any longer and made Oscar lie back before she climbed on him, had her nipples caress his chest in lazy sweeps as she gripped his prick, soon aiming it at her vagina, and slamming down on it. “You’ll break little old me!”
She needed this again and from him, rose and settled back down on his cock, each movement slowly slicking his flesh with her juices until he again slid smoothly in and out of her body, tits swaying and her hips soon pushing forward and back, her muscles gripping him like a vise.
“Nothing’s holding you back now!” he gasped, lifting his head from the pillows to see how she worked him, his mouth stilling the sway of her breasts over his skin.