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Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: Becki Lambert
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Becki Lambert
hadn’t driven more then a hundred yards before the car started to pop, shudder
and finally grind to a halt. She tried the ignition a few times but the engine
just turned over and over.
Cursing loudly
Becki eventually gave up. She’d told Ray that the car had a problem and as
always he’d done nothing.
“You FUCKIN idiot!” She snapped, slamming her
palm against the dash board. “You FUCKIN,
FUCKIN, FUCKIN idiot!”
After that she
just seethed, trying to calm down enough to think. It wasn’t easy, she had a
boot full of groceries, some chilled, some frozen and it was a baking hot day
in Ravens Peaks.
If she stayed
put she and her groceries would bake! So, calming down enough to speak without
shouting she flicked open her cell phone, thumbed the phone book until she
found Mason’s repair service and made the call.
In a matter of
minutes Jake Mason pulled up in his pick up truck. Once more Becki fell to
cursing, only this time silently.
Jake was an old
boyfriend, in fact she’d dumped him to go with Ray. Jake had gone on to marry
Lorraine Jennings and now had two or was it three children.
She in contrast
was still childless after five years of marriage, another thing that Ray didn’t
do well!
Matching the
weather Jake was only wearing a pair of shorts cut off from an old pair of
jeans. He looked hot and bothered, and she had to admit, still a hunk.
Ray might have
beaten Jake in the brains stake, but Jake was still beefsteak and from what she
could remember, he’d been more than okay in the sack.
Jake recognised
her and waved. Of course he’d known who she was; Ravens Peaks was too small for
people to stay strangers for long.
She’d left the
sticky confines of the car and had been leaning on the bonnet of her car when
he pulled up. Now she moved to one side so that Jake could open the bonnet and
look inside.
“Nice to see
you.” Jake began conversationally. “How are things, still with Ray?”
“Fine!” Becki
replied, forcing herself to smile. “How’s Lorraine and the kids.”
“Just fine,
Lorrie’s fine and the kids, eldest will start school this fall.” He stood up,
stretching his back. Jake was a tall man, not overly muscles, but trim. He had
a mop of dark curly hair that reached to the nape of his neck. “Can’t be sure
what the problem is, but I won’t fix it here. I need to get it back to the
shop, okay if I hitch it up. You could ride up front with me.”
“Will it take
long to fix?” Becki was thinking of her groceries.
“Couple of
hours, is that a problem?”
“Groceries, the
boot is full of groceries, they’ll spoil in this heat.”
“We can detour
past your place, are you still on the hill? You can drop the groceries off
then.”
“Okay.” Becki
agreed.
Jake was true
to his word and twenty minutes later Becki had stored away her groceries and
was once again in the passenger seat of jakes pickup.
“So how’s
business?” She asked. Jake ran the garage with his father and older brother.
Jake was the darling of the family, his brother Connor had a reputation as a
trouble maker and his father Jeff was famous for his womanising.
All in all, the
Mason’s weren’t amongst Ravens Peaks elite, but they could fix cars and as long
as Jake was there Becki wouldn’t feel threatened.
So it all
started to go wrong as Jake pulled up outside the workshop. He was about to
help Becki descend when Jeff approach.
“Lonnie called,
one of the boys has fallen, hurt his arm. She’s on her way to emergency…” Jeff
began but never finished as Jake was heading for his car. ”Well lady, looks
like I’ll have to be the gentleman.” As Jake pulled out of the yard so his
father helped Becki from the pickup. “I know you don’t I?” He asked.
Becki smoothed
down her skirt, it was ridiculously short, a real hot weather skirt, but under
Jeff’s leering gaze she really
regretted wearing it.
“Becki
Lambert.” Becki answered.
“No, not
Lambert, you weren’t a Lambert, not then.” Jeff waved a finger at her. “Becki …
Becki … Ferris, no, not Ferris, but something similar.”
“Becki
Freeman.” Becki said, putting Jeff out of his misery.
“Yeah, now I
remember, you and our Jake dated, not for that long, but you dated, am I
right?”
“We dated for
almost a year.” Becki replied. She anted to add but you were never around to
notice, but out of deference to Jake she kept her thoughts to herself.
“A year, no
kidding, I didn’t know it was that long.” As he spoke Jeff was staring at her.
She could guess why. He might be Jeff’s father and probably the age of her
father, but Jeff Mason didn’t look or act old.
He looked a
well preserved fifty, not that Becki was interested. She was still mad with
Ray, but not mad enough to let a grandfather inside her knickers.
Whilst she
deliberated just why she’d even thought about Jakes father, he was rolling her
car over the pit in the workshop. “What happened?” He called as he dropped into
the pit.
She walked over
until she could see him looking up at her. “It just died, I was driving along
and it sort of shuddered, hopped a couple of times and then just stopped.”
Jeff was
staring, a smug grin on his face. Becki was about to ask him what was wrong
when it hit her. He was staring straight up her skirt, seeing everything she
had. Immediately she took a step back and then another and then another, until
she couldn’t see him.
She heard a
chuckle that slowly turned into a laugh. “That was the prettiest show I’ve seen
in many a day, now I know what Jake
saw in you.”
Becki was
blushing furiously, how could she have been so stupid?
“Now why don’t
you just step over here and we can talk some more?” She heard Jeff suggest.
Was he mad? Did
he really think she just walk over, show him her panties again?
“Come on Baby,
you have a real cute butt, why not show me some more?” He laughingly suggested.
“Come on, I bet Jake saw more than just your panties, so lets keep it in the
family. Come on over baby, come on.”
The obvious and
really the only thing to do was ignore his crude suggestions and walk out of
the workshop. She could find somewhere to stay until the car was fixed.
It was that
simple, only Becki had never been good at taking advice and something was
stirring inside her. She was beginning to enjoy
flirting with Jeff.
She took a
couple of steps towards him, enough to just see the top of his head, he was
going bald. Becki smiled, he might show his age well, but there were always
signs.
“Closer.” He
demanded.
“Why? So you
can see up my skirt again?” She almost laughed, she felt just a little giddy,
not horny, but excited.
“It was one
hell of a view; you are one good looking woman, Becki.”
She glowed, it
had been a while since she’d been flattered, even so crudely, and he was right.
Becki was good looking, tall and
willowy, with a thin waist which accentuated the size of her breasts and long legs
which seemed to peak at her tight butt. Becki’s face followed the shape pf her
body, being thin but with sparkly blue eyes and a wide, quirky smile. All this
was framed by short, corn blonde hair.
She took
another step forwards. “Is anyone else here?”
“Just me and
you, Jake’ll be at emergency for hours and Connor’s out of town again, that’s
it. I don’t employ people I didn’t father.” He appeared at the edge of the pit,
his arms resting on the edge. “So we can become real close, course only if you want to, never let it be said that
Jeff mason took any woman against her will.”
He was so
arrogant, so confident and so self assured. So unlike her differ dent husband,
he was always so dam polite. Just once in a while she wished that Ray was more
assertive and selfish. She could imagine Jeff just taking what he wanted and
just the thought made her excited, her belly fluttered and between her legs …
well … she was just becoming moist. She couldn’t remember the last time that
she’d moistened so quickly.
She took
another step, the step, the one that
brought her into his clear vision. She was nervous and licked her dry lips.
Jeff grinned
and wiped his hands on an already oily rag. “Turn around.” He asked.
“Why?” Becki
questioned, noticing how her voice almost broke in mid word.
“So I can see
your butt, go on, turn around.” He gestured with one hand, a half turn, just in
case she couldn’t understand English.
Slowly Becki
pivoted, realising that her pumps weren’t the best for this manoeuvre. “Like this?”
She asked, she rested her hands on her hips and twisted enough to look his
direction.
“You are too
much.” Jeff laughed, slapping his hand on the concrete floor. “Go on, just for
me, how about just touching you toes.” Jeff’s grin was that wide that she could
almost have counted his teeth.
He was daring her, seeing just how far she
would go. Well she would show him. “Like this.” Becki leant forwards, extending
her fingers she bent down until her nail briefly touched her ankle. “Was this
what you meant?” She wiggled her butt, knowing that in this position her tiny
sun skirt would have ridden way up.
Jeff would have a perfect view as to
how snugly she fitted into her underwear.
She couldn’t
stay like that for long and after a long ten second count Becki stretched
herself back to her full height again. “You didn’t answer, how was that?”
“Like my dicks
as hard as metal.”
Becki couldn’t
help laughing. Jeff was so crude; Ray
would never have described his erection like that. Jeff’s crudity was exciting her.
On impulse Becki closed the distance between then and then quite deliberately
she couched down.
Jeff wasn’t
looking at her face any more; his eyes were never leaving her crotch. He could
have reached out and touched her, the thought triggered another response.
“There’s a
stain appearing.” He chuckled.
“I imagine
there is.” She purred. She was very
hot, very open and becoming more brazen by the second.
Jeff turned his
head to one side, as if that might give him a different view. “You and Jake…”He
began.
“Jake and I
were very compatible.” Becki
interrupted. “He was very inventive,
even then.”
Jeff chuckled.
“I guess that Lori has nothing to complain about then, now what about me?”
“Are you
inventive?” She teased.
“Come down here and see.”
“It’s filthy
down there.” Becki complained.
“Is that a
problem?” Jeff’s fingers just rested lightly on her knee. Becki shivered as a
surge like an electric shock ripped through her.
“Sadly yes,
haven’t you an office or a rest room?”
“This is a
working garage, no fancy desks or chairs; everywhere is pretty much as dirty as
anywhere else. Now are you just a prick tease?”
Becki slid away
and stood up, wobbling slightly on aching legs. “Follow me and find out.”
There was only
one place in the garage that wasn’t covered with years of oily grime, her car
and the backseat was big enough for two. She opened a rear door and then
glanced back.
Jeff was
emerging from the pit; he was furiously trying to clean the grime for his
hands.
Becki resigned
herself to the fact that try as he might, Jeff wasn’t going to be the showered
and fragranced type.
Jeff stopped
within a half pace of her. He wasn’t as tall as Jake, but was broader, in his
prime he must have been something. He was wearing a pair of oil stained jeans
and a grey top that probably had once been white.
Close up Becki
could see the lines on his face and she realised that he was showing his age, it just wasn’t obvious yet, but time was
catching him up.
He was rubbing
at his groin, a deliciously crude gesture that she couldn’t fail to notice.
“You do it.” He
suggested, taking her hand and guiding it over his groin. “Here, feel, that’s
all down to you.”
Becki’s hand
closed on his erection, even through the denim he felt hard and big, no, not
big, wide, yeah, he felt wide; his cock was like his body, short and broad.
She was
expecting an assault, a quick fumble followed by a fast fuck, but Jeff was full
of surprises. He kissed her on the mouth, not greedily but gently, then more
fiercely but he still wasn’t rubbing the lips off her face.
She started to
kiss him back. She truly hadn’t
anything like this. Jeff pulled her close but still didn’t race to her
sensitive and private places. He was seducing
her; the realisation almost took her breath away.
“What’s wrong?”
Jeff whispered. This close she could smell is breath, it was sweet and despite
the day and the heat, he didn’t reek of sweat. He was very much a surprise to
her; behind the crudity he was surprisingly sophisticated.
“You are!” She
breathed.
He laughed. “If
you want the beast, you can have him, as dirty and hard as you like.” He kissed her fiercely, pressing her back against her
car and his hands slid beneath her skirt, clamping themselves onto her almost
bare buttocks. “Like this or like this?” He left her buttocks and stoked
her face before kissing her again. “So which way will it be?”
“I have a
choice.” She laughed, she felt giddy, her head spinning.
“The lady
always does, especially one as beautiful as you.” Jeff breathed.
“You are smooth!”
She laughed crazily.
“As silk, or as
rough as cord, it’s your choice.” He repeated.
“This is
crazy.” She laughed. “You want me to choose how we do it?”
“There, two
things, one you just said that we’re going to fuck and the second, I don’t do it, I fuck, soft or hard, I fuck.” He
stroked Becki’s arm from her elbow tight to her shoulder, right to the thin
strap of her t-shirt. Becki shuddered, breathing seemed difficult. “And I
reckon that you are seriously in need of a good long fuck, am I right?”
Becki drew in
her breath, tried to recover her shattered senses. He was so right and yet to admit it would be almost humiliating. She would
be admitting that part of her marriage wasn’t up to scratch.
“You talk too
much.” She whispered her retort.
Jeff laughed.
“Good answer, so I’ve talked too much, well I can change that.” In a minute a
very naked Becki was sliding back into the relative concealment of her car.
He’d actually undressed in open view of anyone who might have been passing. Now
as she watched Jeff stepped out of
his jeans and tugged off that filthy t-shirt. He glanced towards the still open
door and then stepped out of his shorts. She’d been right, his dick was short
and thick and jutting arrogantly towards her.
He climbed into
the car, almost climbing between her legs. Becki twisted, not to escape him,
but just to keep him from just entering her, she wasn’t that easy.
They started to
kiss again, only this time Jeff’s hands began to explore her naked body, hands
and fingers traced their way about her face and neck, finding that spot just
below her ear that always sent Becki dizzy.
Jeff’s hands
moved to her breasts, Becki arched her back, pushing herself closer as he began
to tease and squeeze, her nipples rising beneath his skilful fingers.
“Like that?” He
grunted.
“Mmm!” She
managed to say. She rubbed her hands against his naked chest, he was hairy, and
a grey streaked wiry mass covered his powerful chest, ever his shoulders were
covered with hair.
She found his
cock, hard and impossibly hot in her hand. It was Jeff’s turn to slow and grunt
when she began softly to stroke him. He was so
hard Becki couldn’t remember when she’d felt a dick this hard.
Jeff’s hand
left her breasts and slid down her belly. Instinctively Becki’s legs opened under
his initial pressure, the thin pubic scrub barely concealed anything.
“What about
now? How does this feel?” Jeff asked as a stumpy finger slid across the
lubricated opening to her sex.
“Gooooood!” A
contented Becki answered. She began to flex her hips as Jeff started his gentle
finger fucking. He bent forwards to take her teats into his mouth, nipping and
sucking on them. The effect was almost
too much, she began to think that she’d come like this. “You have to wear
something.” She breathed, her eyes were slits.
“Sure baby.”
Jeff whispered, he pulled her hand from his prize and the next time she touched
him the thin, moist outer skin of the contraceptive had overlaid his hot flesh.
Just how had he done that? Where had the contraceptive been? He was naked?
She stopped
worrying. The bulbous head of his dick pressed against her cunt. She shifted
her position, not to escape, rather Becki ended up in the lewdest position she
could have imagined. She had one leg thrown against the drivers seat, the other
was pressed towards the rear window. She had never been this open before in her
life, it was like a scene from a blue movie.
Jeff pressed
against her, working his dick across her portal. She was wet, very wet and yet
getting Jeff inside her was no easy matter, he had to be twice the size, no,
width of Ray. He pushed; she grunted and then squealed as suddenly she felt him
deep inside her.
“Fuckin hell!”
She breathed.
He chuckled. “I
try to please!” He started to move, slowly as her walls clung to him and then
easier as her lubrication flooded out. “You are sweet, so sweet.” He grunted.
Becki said
nothing, her eyes were locked on first his face and then lower, she watched as
his cock slid in and out of her, the tempo always increasing. Jeff had her
buttocks gripped in his hands and began to pull her onto each of his thrusts.
“Ohhhh! …
Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … Ohhhh! … .
“Becki’s cries matched each and every thrust. She wanted him closer but he
stayed frustratingly out of her reach. She touched herself in stead, rubbing
her fingers over her breasts, pinching herself.
Jeff was
watching her, a slight smile across
his features; he appeared almost detached, oblivious that he was actually
fucking her. She could see how his cock glistened with her juices; the same
glistening was now on his dark mass pf pubic hair.
Becki could feel herself starting to orgasm, with
Becki it was ever a sudden event. There was a gradual build up that sometimes
seemed to be counted in minutes. A problem as her urgency could start a man’s
orgasm before she was ready to come, that had happened, even with Ray and after
all these years, sometimes he couldn’t hold back and she’d be left high and
frustrated.
It was always
the gamble that a woman took with a man, would they click together, would she come, would he last until she did, men
could be so selfish, just get their rocks off and whether the woman was
satisfied became an incidental.
Only she
needn’t have worried about Jeff, he just fucked and fucked her, changing his
pace, the length of his stroke and within the confines of the vehicle, their
position. He even seemed to know when
she was almost there and exactly what would take her over the edge. Ray always
just accelerated and just pounded into her. Jeff sensed her need and delivered his answer, his strokes became a
mixture, and he leant forwards and licked her nipples.
It was all to
much, Becki became to really climax,
she screamed, groaned, grunted his name, the orgasmal spasms swept through her,
she felt her cunt contract around him, she came and didn’t stop until Jeff
emptied his seed, then and only then did he collapse into her arms.
The aftermath
was strange but once her tangled senses began to recover Becki began to wonder
how she would handle things, was she expected to just dress and walk away? She
had never been unfaithful before and
didn’t know how to handle things.
Jeff would have
to take the lead and he did, even as his deflated cock was slipping from inside
her, Jeff after kissing her on the mouth began to move away.
“Is that it?”
She found herself asking.
“All?” He
chuckled. “For a while yeah … course if you can hang around …” He left the
sentence unfinished and climbed out of the car. He had been joking, she knew
that, but his casualness disappointed her. He found her clothes and brought
them to her. “Get dressed in here, its more private.” Then he held her panties
to his nose and very deliberately sniffed her crotch. “You even smell sweet …
look get dressed, I’ll make you coffee if you like.”
It wasn’t the
offer she’d been expecting but it was better than just being dismissed, so she
nodded her acceptance. “Is there a bathroom?”
He grimaced.
“Sure, through there, and accept my apologises in advance.”
She returned
with a strong understand of a bathroom was like without a woman around. She
said nothing, but the disgust on her face said everything.
“I know, it
needs cleaning.”
“The whole
place needs cleaning.” Becki found a rag and dusted a chair then found a
magazine (on cars) and used that as a cushion.
“Volunteering?”
“No way.” She
pulled a face. “Is this mine?” She pointed to the coffee mug nearest to her.
“Sure, sugar?”
“No, I watch my
figure.”
“From what I
have seen its well worth watching.” He grinned and then became serious. “I know
that I can’t see you on a date or anything like that, but I would like to see
you again.” He sounded sincere.
“Just so that
you can screw me again?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Not just to
screw you, like this just to talk.” He still sounded sincere.
“You have a
reputation.”
“Tell me
something that I don’t know. Jeff Mason, Ravens Peaks very own super stud. I
know the stories.”
“Are they
true?”
“In substance
yes.”
Becki sensed
that he was suddenly vulnerable, that cool veneer he’d maintained whilst he’d
fucked had almost cracked.
“What else is
there, other than substance?”
“Truth?”
“So what else
is there that
He drew in his
breath and Becki wondered if she’d overstepped the mark. “Marge got the cancer
when Jake was only three. Inside a year she couldn’t look after him or his
brother, so I did, and ran this garage and looked after her. It wasn’t easy. I
was what they call a healthy young man and I had an invalid wife …don’t interrupt
… Marge knew that she was dying and knew that I was making myself ill trying to
look after them all. It was her idea that I should try and get out.” He smiled
grimly. “She said I’d gone long enough shooting into a tissue and that I had to
have a life beyond her, she meant after her … she was great … I never strayed
until she told me to.” He pushed the chair back and then took a huge shuddering
breathe. “So Becki, now you know something that very few others do … can I see
you again?”
“How, I mean …”
“I know what
you mean; you can’t keep bringing your car in for repair.” He grinned and his
humour seemed to sweep back. “Do you work?”
“No, Ray say’s
he doesn’t want his wife working full time, its demeaning.” She opened her legs
slightly, just enough to give Jeff a flash of her crotch.
“You did work,
before you married Ray?” He pressed
“Sure, in an
office, typing, filing, that sort of thing … no … no … I couldn’t work here,
even to screw with you.” The direction of the conversation suddenly became very
clear. She looked around the room in disgust.
He looked
disappointed. “Just think about it, the last girl that worked for me left
months ago and also it’s not here, I have space in the Shepherd Centre, a
proper office … think about it.”
“Everyone will
know that we’re having an affair…” She stopped and then repeated the word; it
seemed very strange for her to use
the word in the context of herself. “Affair … are we having an affair?”
“Not yet, we
just fucked, but if I … we … can begin to seeing each other … then it would be
more than fucking.”
“It would, I
just thought that affair was an excuse to have sex with somebody on a regular
basis.”
“I said, we’d
talk and stuff…”
Becki started
to laugh, Jeff looked hurt. She struggled to regain her composure enough to
explain. “Show me the office, but not today.”
Part Two
Becki had
borrowed a car from Jeff and then driven home with her groceries. She took a
long shower and washed every item of clothing
New office
Shows her
around and then fucks her.