C is for Carter

Her lip trembled as I exposed her breast and ran my hand back up her arm and down her chest. Our lips crushed into each other as I filled my hand with her, my palm caressing her hard, pink nipple. She moaned into the kiss and rocked my hips close to her.

And the alarm went off again.

I reached over, realizing that I hadn’t actually turned the alarm off. I’d only snoozed it. Rolling onto my back, I sighed. My cock was hard as a rock, and the images of her were still running through my mind, but I certainly wasn’t going back to sleep. Sighing again, I pulled the blanket off me and stood. A good shower was what I needed.

As soon as the water was hot enough, I got in and lathered my body with soap. The white, cascading bubbles rolled down my body and over my still-hard cock. Grabbing ahold of the base, I began to stroke it as I closed my eyes. I let my mind wander back to the vision of her in my bed, but it was fading. Now a new image was cropping up.

I could see her in my mind’s eye, opening the curtain of the shower, her body bare, and goose bumps raised on her skin. Climbing in across from me, she let the water run down her body until she was wet and slick. Our lips would crush together again, and her hand would lower to my stiff cock and stroke me.

I closed my eyes tight and focused on the fantasy, a powerful orgasm building as I imagined her lowering to her knees. In my vision, she took me into her mouth, sucking me, letting her tongue run from the base to the tip and then diving down over it again. My hand slapped the wall as I hunched over, and in my vision, I arched over her.

My hand would grab her hair and she would moan heavily as I came. In the shower, alone, I exploded, relief flooding my body as I emptied myself. She swallowed me in my vision, continuing to stroke me until I was empty. Surely, her turn would come right after, but the vision began to fade as the need recessed.

I finished my shower and got out, toweling off and trying not to feel guilty.

At least it was early. Everett and Deacon were going to meet me around nine at the plot of land where our company was going to begin, and I had some time to kill before that. Making myself a big breakfast and watching an episode or two of dumb television were decent activities to lead a morning after walking the dogs.

When I met up with Deacon and Everett at the plot, they had beaten me there, even though I was a half hour early. Each man owned a truck of their own but had to have them towed down since they drove moving trucks. Only Everett’s had made it so far, so his was the one sitting there. I parked and hopped out just as they came out of the trailer.

“Running late?” Everett joked.

“You guys said ten,” I said. “It’s nine thirty. Since when are you early to anything?”

“Since today,” Everett said. “We have a lot to do to get started. Come on in. I set us up in the double-wide.”

“Oh boy,” I said, climbing in.

Everett had, as he said, set us up alright. The trailer was big but old. Deacon had found it online for sale cheap, and Everett pitched in for it. He’d had it delivered to the spot and paid for someone to connect it to plumbing and run electricity to it.

So, with electricity and plumbing on, Everett and Deacon had apparently been hard at work outfitting the place this morning. Some of the stuff in there I recognized from the moving truck that had been in the garage at their cabin. A couple of couches, a couple of chairs, and a coffee table were in what ostensibly was the living room, along with a television sitting on a table.

There were two bedrooms, each outfitted with a bookshelf and a desk. Brand-new laptops sat on each desk, but otherwise the rooms were bare. There was a bathroom between the two rooms that looked like it had gotten the full treatment with a shower curtain and all the amenities one would expect out of a bathroom.

The kitchen looked pretty good, I had to admit. For a workplace kitchen, it was nice. The microwave blinked zeros, and it was built into the cabinetry. The refrigerator hummed along one wall, and the stove looked pristine enough that I figured it was either new or refurbished. There was the smell of lemon cleaner everywhere, and I noticed the spray bottle next to the roll of paper towels and the toaster.