By the time that I had put my phone back in my pocket, Vic had pulled into the parking lot of the PMO building and parked in front of the building.
“I need to secure some paperwork,” I said as I got out of
the vehicle. “I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.”
“No rush,” Vic said, looking over at me. “I’ll bring your
personal vehicle up, put your bags in, put this beast of an SUV in its spot,
then park right behind your vehicle up here.” He smiled and added, “If I have
to wait, I’ll have to wait. Take your time.”
I nodded as I grabbed my ID out of my purse before heading
in.
I got through all of the security check points without an
issue and entered the elevator. I hit the button for my floor, and within
seconds, I was on the fiftieth floor. I swiped my ID and used a key to enter
the vestibule, walked into the general office, and then headed to my private office.
I unlocked the door, opened my safe, and put the paperwork I
had in my hands into the safe. I then moved to the fax machine that’s next to
Barb’s desk, grabbed the pile of paper, and thumbed through it. When I found
what Hamad sent over, I brought it all over to my still open safe, stuffed it
in there, closed the safe, and hid the safe.
I left my personal office, locking up behind me, and headed
back the way I came. When I stepped into the hallway, I used the key and my ID
to lock the door to my whole office. I used the elevator to head back down.
Once back outside, Vic was waiting outside as promised. I
smiled, glad that he was still there waiting for me.
“Will you be following me home?” I asked as I walked up to
him.
"I don’t know,” he said with a smirk. “Am I?”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“You are,” I said with a tired smile.
“Lead the way then,” he replied softly.
I pulled out of the PMO parking lot onto the main road, and
throughout the entire drive home, seeing his headlights trailing steadily
behind me in my rearview mirror gave me a deeply reassuring sense of safety.
Every turn I took, the bright beams of his truck were right there, keeping
guard over the distance between us.
When I finally pulled into my driveway forty seven minutes
later, Vic skillfully brought his heavy work vehicle to a halt right behind my
car. Through my mirror, I watched as the steady, low rumble of his engine
quieted down and his headlights switched off, plunging the yard into quiet
darkness.
As I sat there in the calm, intimate interior of my car, my
mind naturally drifted back to Gus and our sexual past. Almost instantly, my
pussy started getting wetness. Since Gus lived hours away across Canada, he
obviously wasn't going to be around to help me out tonight—but Vic was right
here, parked just feet away.
Gus and I had hit it off almost instantly when we first met,
and I knew without a doubt that he would be more than ready—and happy—to help
me out tonight. He and I enjoy fucking each other but I knew that he wouldn’t
be able to make it. As I unbuckled my seatbelt to step out into the crisp night
air, I knew the evening was far from over but with Vic instead of Gus.
When Vic walked up to my vehicle, I popped my trunk, got out
of my vehicle, and shut the door. I grabbed my stuff, shut the trunk, and
headed to the front door. As I was walking to my house, I locked my car by
using the fob and heard my car ch
Vic was right behind me the entire time and already had his
spare key out for my house.
“Scoot over, PM,” he chided gently. “I’ll get the door.”
“I’ve got it,” I muttered, but I begrudgingly moved over so
he could open up the house for me.
“I know,” he said, turning the key.
Once he got the house open, he stepped aside to let me in,
followed me in, and shut then locked the door behind him. I dropped my bags
where I was and headed upstairs to the bathroom. Halfway up the stairs, I
turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know that I was supposed to follow you up!”
“You always have, Papi,” I said.
“The last time we spoke, you told me to leave you alone and
stay with my wife,” he explained softly. “Now, you want me to shower with you?”
“I was angry,” I said.
“You can’t have it both ways, bonita,” he said. “Either I
leave you alone and stay with my wife or we can continue to have our fun and
then I head back to my wife?”
“I want both but I can’t have both,” I sighed. “We have
something here but I know that you’ll never leave your wife for me nor will I
ask you to but at the same time, I want you just for me.”
“You know where I stand on not leaving my wife and I
appreciate that,” he sighed. “Look, I am just going to head to a hotel tonight
and come back in the morning to check on you. I’m tired, it’s late and I can’t
drive home safely. I can’t speak for you but I think that you sleeping in your
own bed tonight will be good.”
“Shower with me then leave for a hotel?” I asked.
“Ok,” he said as he kicked his dirty boots off then headed
up the stairs. I knew that I was going to clean the entryway of my house after
he left.
By the time he joined me, I was already naked in my
bathroom, running the water and waiting for it to reach the right temperature.
I glanced over my shoulder as he came in, his clothes still covered in thick
streaks of clay mud from his time outside.
He began stripping off his muddy clothes, dropping them onto
my clean, tan-marble bathroom floor.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, turning to look at the mess he was
making. “You’re not leaving those on my floor!”
He looked down at the pile and then back at me. “I was
getting to that.”
“Getting to what? Making yourself at home by decorating my
bathroom floor with clay mud?”
He chuckled. “You make it sound so bad.”
I shook my head, laughing as I picked up his clothes. “Do
you have any idea how difficult that stuff is to clean up once it completely
dries?”
“Which is why I was going to take care of it.”
“Sure you were.” I carried his clothes over to the laundry
basket and tossed them inside. “There. Problem solved.”
“Thank you,” he said with a grin.
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s see if I can get this water
right.”
I turned back to the tub and tested the temperature with my
hand, adjusting the knob until the water felt just right. Once I was satisfied,
I flipped the diverter to redirect the water from the spout to the showerheads.
“There we go,” I said, watching the water stream down from
above.
He stepped closer and looked toward the shower. “That feels
like heaven after being out there all day.”
I glanced at him with a teasing smile. “Next time, try not
to bring the entire clay field home with you.”
He laughed. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not making any
promises.”
“Somehow, I figured you wouldn’t.”
“Damn, bonita,” he groaned. “This water is too damn hot!”
“I’ll adjust it a bit,” I said.
“You can’t take the heat in a restaurant kitchen nor when
you joined me in El Salvador but you can handle water that’s about a bazillion
degrees in heat!”
“It’s going to help take care of that clay mud that’s stuck
to that gorgeous body of yours,” I said as I strummed one of his nipples under
my thumb.
Vic moaned. His dick suddenly hardened. He groaned.
“Maybe I have time for a quickie before I head to the
hotel,” he gasped as I started stroking his hard dick.
“Should I let you go?” I asked
“Please!” he squeaked.
I released his hard dick and showered quickly as he
showered. He took his time to make sure that he washed off as much of the clay
mud as he could. I dried off as he was rinsing off and applied deodorant. Vic
turned the water and dried off as I brushed my teeth. I headed to my bedroom
after hanging up my towel. In the hallway, I called out to Vic to remind him to
hang up his towel.
“Don’t forget to hang up the towel, dude!” I said
He mumbled something that I didn’t hear but I didn’t care. I
turned the sheets down and climbed into bed to wait for Vic. I didn’t know if I
was going to fall asleep or not but at least I would be somewhat ready for him
when he got into my room. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long as he arrived
to my room the second I crawled into my bed and under my sheets.
“I’m too tired to do anything tonight, including heading to
the hotel,” Vic said as he yawned.
“Usual hotel?” I asked as I picked up my phone.
“Yeah,” he said.
I called the direct hotel number that he used any time that
he used. The phone rang a few times before the concierge answered.
“Thank you for calling Niagara on the Lake Hotel, this is
Narissa. How can I help you?”
“Hi, Narissa. How are you? I’m hoping that you could help me
out.”
“I’m doing well, thank you. I’ll do my best to help you out.
What’s going on?”
“My name is Deppgrl Smith and I’m calling on behalf of Vic
Flores. He won’t be able to make it to check in tonight but he might be
checking in tomorrow night for the rest of his stay,” I said.
“Deppgrl Smith? As in Prime Minister Deppgrl Smith?” Narissa
asked.
“The one and only,” I sighed. “And yes, he’s right here if
you need to talk with him.”
“Normally, our policy is that we need to talk to the guest
but since I am the manager of the hotel, I will take your word on Mr. Flores being
with you right now,” she said.
“Thank you, Narissa,” I said. “Have a good night.”
“Good night, ma’am,” she said.
We hung up, I threw my phone on my bed and looked at Vic.
“Still interested in just sleeping or do you want to fuck?”
“I want to worship your body and your amazing pussy,” he
said.
