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Copyright © 2015 Nicola Nichols
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The hot summer sun poured in through the downstairs windows of the old hotel. By late morning, despite opening the windows, it was baking hot in the lobby and the office. Jeri only wore a short skirt, panties, and a thin tee shirt, but even then, they were soaked.
Outside, in the back alley, she could hear the two men who were working to get the air conditioner unit running again. Trying to resuscitate the ancient unit, the head man had called it. They couldn’t afford a new one and fixing the old one was taking time. Of course, here it was July already, in the worst heat, and the men were just getting to it. That was one of the hassles of life in a small town, getting things done. Pleasant Mountain had a lot going for it, but a ready supply of reliable repairmen wasn’t one of them.
Even if they weren’t everything she could wish for that way, the younger guy was nice to look at, real eye candy. Unfortunately, watching him made her feel even warmer. His name was Greg and from the moment he showed up, her thoughts had focused on how nice it would be to get him alone and do a lot more than look. He was probably not much more than twenty-one, so a few years younger than she was, with broad shoulders, rippling biceps, and an engaging smile. All that was enhanced by the bulging crotch of his jeans. The sight made her smile to herself. While Robert, her husband, wasn’t tiny, he was no porn star. This Greg, however… She couldn’t help but wonder what he offered a girl. That Robert had been ignoring her for far too long now added to her hunger and made her more than a little curious.
As the day wore on, Greg took off his shirt, giving her a view that was even nicer. Unfortunately, it was also a lot more frustrating. The old guy, his boss, was around all the time, showing him how to do the work. He’d start Greg on something and hover around him to see that he did it right. Greg would glance at her from time to time, so Jeri made sure Greg could see her. She flashed him interested smiles. Maybe that could lead somewhere.
Whenever Greg came into the office for anything, she’d do something to get his attention. Once he came in while she was sitting in her chair and she put her long, bare leg up on the desk and stroked it, turning it like she was rubbing lotion into it. She’d always been told she had sexy legs and the look on his face told her he knew she was doing it for him.
The next time, she pretended to ignore him but turned sideways so he’d see her in profile, get a look at her breasts and the way her nipples showed through the sweaty cotton.
And Robert was gone. He’d been there when the men first arrived. He’d gone over the work with them and then holed himself up in their little apartment that was alongside the office at the back of the building. He said he’d be going over the accounts, see if they couldn’t stall payments to some vendors and maybe make some calls to get travel agents interested in booking the hotel.
The truth was that they had money problems that added to her stress. Anything he could do that would improve the cash flow would be helpful. Unfortunately, she had come to learn that Robert wasn’t the most creative guy she’d ever known, in or out of bed.
Not long after Robert disappeared she’d caught sight of Greg glancing over at her. He ran his gaze over her and smiled. The leer that crossed his handsome face lifted her spirits. She gave him a soft and amused smile let him know she knew he was scoping out her body and that she didn’t mind it at all. She liked having him look.
Under the best of circumstances, she hated it when guys took peeks but pretended they weren’t looking. She found it attractive if they flirted a little, took a chance on being rejected. If they were willing to make a move, be a bit forceful, then she found that sexy. But she had to admit that Greg was in a tough spot. He was an apprentice on the job with his boss and her husband both hovering close by. He didn’t have much of a chance to do anything. Still…
While giving him sidelong glances, she’d taken a good look at him too, paying especially close attention to the nice bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. Jeans made it hard to tell a lot but she guessed he was pretty well endowed. Picturing what he might look like naked, imaging his huge, throbbing, erect cock, gave her a tingle of pleasure. The desire to do more than imagine him naked and that they were doing more than looking at each other was potent.
Unable to do more than fantasize for the moment, Jeri tried to turn her attention back to her own work, which involved guessing if they’d have any income at all over the next week. They did have one or two guests with bookings, thank goodness. Still, she’d come up with a rule of thumb that the hotel needed at least fifteen guest nights a week to break even—to make the mortgage and taxes and utilities. She sighed. Juggling the budget in the absence of money gave her a headache.
She was about to give up when the old guy, Greg’s boss, waddled into the office, wiping greasy hands on a red cloth and looking pleased with himself. “Well… we finally got her running,” he said, nodding his head toward the big unit that sat out back. He walked over to a vent and put his hand up against it, waving for Jeri to do the same. When she did she felt a stream of cool air. It wasn’t strong or cold, but it was cool. “This old gal will take some time to cool the place down, but there’s life left in her.”
“Greg will stay and finish up. He’ll clean up the mess we made. There’s still one filter that needs replacing, but I didn’t have one for a unit this old. I called over to the supplier in the city and they’ll send one this afternoon. Things are kind of busy now, but if it’s okay with you I can send Greg over first thing in the morning to install it.”
The idea of Greg coming to the hotel by himself suggested a number of interesting possibilities, and just considering them made her tingle in a lovely way. Getting rid of Robert would be relatively easy. He was always looking for excuses to take off these days. The situation depressed him too. “That sounds fine. So you are leaving now?”
“Nothing else to do here and we got other calls to make. Don’t expect too much, now. Your system is old and it’s going to cost a hell of a lot to run it, compared to a new one, but it has life left in it.”
“I appreciate you getting the thing running at all.” Cooling the drafty hotel meant that the electric bill would be enormous, but without it no one would stay there at all.
“No problem. I’m glad we could get her going again. It looks like it will be a hot couple of months.” As he left she looked out through the open back door and saw Greg loading tools into the truck. When he straightened up and put on his shirt, she watched his muscles ripple and thought about how nice it would be to have a chance to get him all hot and sweaty the next day. Robert had let himself get out of shape—in many ways.
The old guy went over and gave Greg some last-minute instructions and then got in an old pickup. As he drove away, she went to the refrigerator and got out two bottles of beer. Greg was finishing loading when she came out and handed one to him. “I appreciate the good work.”
He took it with an appreciative grin. “I’m just the apprentice.”
“Even so… I’ll bet that there are other things you’ve mastered, or at least know how to use your equipment for.” She noted happily that his gaze was riveted on her damp tee shirt, which was plastered against her hard nipples. Greg looked at her face, reading it, hesitating just a moment before reaching a handout, using his index finger to trace one.
“There are one or two things I know more about than air conditioning.”
She looked in the truck through the open backdoors. The tools all hung on the sides and a narrow workbench ran the length of it, with a space to stand and work. “Nice truck.”
He chuckled. “I guess so.”
“It has lots of room.”
He nodded. “You are welcome to step in and look around.”
As she stepped up, he ran his hands over her legs, pretending to boost her up and into it. He followed her in, closing the doors behind him. In the darkness, he pressed up against her back. Jeri grew excited at the brush of his crotch against her ass. “It’s hot.”
“You are much hotter.”
“Right now I am smoking,” she agreed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said, pulling her tee shirt up. He tossed it aside and caressed her bare breasts from behind and she rubbed back against his hard chest. He began undoing her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She turned to face him, leaning back against the workbench as he tucked his fingers in her panties and tugged them down to her knees.
Impatient, she put her hands on his hard-muscled chest and ran her fingers over the rippling muscles, his flat belly. Then, as she wiggled to let her panties drop to the ground, she undid his jeans, wanting to see him, to find out if his cock was as beautiful as she had imagined. She put his hands on her shoulders as she reached into his pants and wrapped her long fingers around his swollen shaft and brought it out. It was gorgeous, and she squatted down, stroking it and kissing the tip, then licking it.
Greg let out a gasp as she opened her mouth and tasted him, wetting his cock. He was rigid with desire and his hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her to her feet. He pushed her back against the workbench and moved close. She put her hands on his shoulders and he gripped her thighs, boosting her up so that her ass rested on the bench and he moved up between her legs. He reached down to guide his cock between the lips of her pussy and then grabbed her ass cheeks to pull their bodies together. She cried out with pleasure as his cock filled her, and she hooked her legs around him, wanting to feel the heat of his throbbing cock buried deep inside her pussy.
He thrust into her with a lovely violence that made her entire body tremble with lust and madness. This male animal was alive inside her, pounding into her wonderfully. She saw the hunger in his sweaty face, felt the passion in the thrusts of his hips that created the wondrous movement of his huge cock in her. In the heat of the moment, in the sweaty heat of their embrace in the van, she came, her body twitching joyously, spasmodically.
“Holy fuck,” he cried, and she felt the pulsing release of him spending inside her, his cum gushing up inside her.
Later they dressed in silence. Before they left the truck, he kissed her. “Tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll have more time.”
“And we can do it inside, in a bed in the air conditioning,” she laughed. “I want it to be slow next time.”
“More than once,” he said. “I’ll drive you crazy,” he said. “I’ll fuck you hard and then so frigging slow you will scream.”
As he drove away she had a momentary pang of regret. She’d enjoyed herself, but this was the first time she’d fucked another man since marrying Robert. Maybe it was the crazy heat, along with him neglecting her. Maybe it was boredom. When she’d married, she didn’t expect to feel such a need for other men, but there it was. Maybe it was wrong, but it had been so good. She’d damn well needed it and it had been glorious. No way did she intend to go back to suffering.
Besides, she was pretty sure Robert had started cheating on her. She couldn’t be sure, and for some reason, she’d never questioned his strange absences. Now, having screwed Greg, having decided to do it again, it dawned on her that she didn’t really care if Robert was fucking around or not. They had grown that far apart that it didn’t matter to her. What she’d do about it remained to be seen. With their money problems, there weren’t many options.
She walked in the apartment feeling Greg’s jism inside her and decided that, whatever was going on, fucking Greg now and then, or someone like him, would at least make her life more tolerable. As sweaty as she was now, she scarcely noticed the heat.
The next morning Jeri was in the office early. She had no idea what time Greg would arrive with the filter and, of more interest, his stiff cock and she wanted to make sure she was around and ready for him. Her pussy had been wanting him all night.
The door opened and Robert came into the office and looked at her. “I’m going to a business meeting,” he said. Jeri stared at him and suppressed the desire to laugh. A business meeting. Even if that was really where he was going, another in an endless line of business meetings wouldn’t do anything to solve their most important problem—a negative cash flow. “The mayor wants to talk about some new tourism projects.” He seemed to want to justify leaving, as if she cared. “She has a couple of ideas that might involve us.”
“Fine.” Her charming Robert had turned out to be a dreamer, an optimist. At first that had seemed wonderful. It made him seem strong and confident, but over time she realized it was the opposite. When nothing good seemed to come of his dreams, he weakened and grew whiny. That was disappointing.
“I need to talk to her about delaying the next loan payments too.”
“Right.” The mayor was also their banker, and her bank held their mortgage. “Talk about totally refinancing the fucking white elephant. It’s a good time. You know we aren’t the only business in town suffering from the downturn in tourism and the bank won’t want this place on its books.”
He winced and she knew he’d never suggest anything that dramatic, especially when it implied failure. “I might be a while.”
The words were music to her ears. “Take your time. There’s not much to do here.” And then he was gone. She sighed with relief. The meeting saved her the trouble of finding a way to get rid of him when Greg arrived. She wanted time with the man. A quick fuck in the truck had been fun, but now she wanted more than that. She wanted to get him in her bed and see what joy that might bring.
Despite the prospect of having Greg’s hard body driving her delirious in her future, part of Jeri still resented the way Robert acted. As he grew disenchanted with the business he increasingly left all the real work with the hotel to her—and she’d never wanted it. This hotel was his dream—or it had been.
Jeri had adored their life in the city, the parties, the fun. She’d enjoyed her work as a data operator, or at least the social atmosphere of the office. But when his folks died he inherited the hotel and suddenly restoring it had been all he talked about. He’d raved about it, overflowed with plans. Over time he’d overcome her resistance to leaving Chicago and infected her with the idea that they could build something with this old, but still elegant hotel. It was a classic emblem of the old West, Robert imagined restoring it to its grandeur and making it a tourist destination of its own.
Despite sounding exciting, it hadn’t worked out well at all. Jeri had been frustrated with the lack of social life in the sleepy town and a downturn in the economy killed their business dreams before they even got seriously started.
Fixing up the hotel so that it met modern city codes involved far more work and higher costs than either of them could have imagined. They’d managed to open the doors to a town in decline, with businesses closing and few tourists arrive. They’d gone from planning renovations to finding ways to survive.
That experience had changed Robert, or perhaps only shown her who he really was. Somehow his interest in their marriage had died with the work on restoring the hotel. He kept talking his optimistic talk but he was going through the motions, attending high-profile events and playing big shot with city officials. None of those things amounted to anything more than him getting his picture in the paper now and then with the mayor or some visiting bigwig. That impressed the locals, but locals weren’t their customers. In a real sense, he’d given up; she struggled to pay the bills and keep the place functioning. What choice did she have? They didn’t have anything but that damn hotel.
After Robert left, the hotel seemed calmer, almost pleasant. It was a nice building and they’d done some wonderful work on it. Robert had gotten that part right. And now, in the calm, with the air conditioner working, she waited impatiently for Greg.
Then he called. “The filter didn’t come in. Tomorrow, they said.”
“Come over anyway.”
“I can’t. The boss is sending me off on other jobs. It’s maddening, Jeri.”
“Good word.” And frustrating. She’d worked herself up thinking about fucking Greg. Of course, this wasn’t his fault, but still. “Tomorrow then.” She’d have to make do with that. She was tired of putting off her own gratification.
When he hung up, to keep from sulking or getting depressed, Jeri thought again about the hotel. It was a good hotel. The town and the economy were the problems—if people didn’t come to the town it was hard to get people in the door. “How the fuck do you do that?” she said softly.
They’d tried a number of things and none of them had helped in the least. She was holding out… but for what? Life was passing her by. Back in Chicago, her friends were having fun. They worked hard too, but went home and then out to parties. But if she just left… she had no savings and would have to bum off friends while she looked for a job. Not that she qualified for much, and being out of the workforce didn’t help.
The front door opened, breaking her reverie. The man who came in carrying a suitcase caused Jeri to do a double take. What a man this was—he wore an expensive, tailored suit that made him an anomaly in Pleasant Mountain. No one wore suits here and he was comfortable in his—it flattered him. He was squarely built, with short brown hair and hazel eyes that she thought she might fall into. Dreamy was the word that came to mind.
His presence drove Greg out of her head. He looked like an ad executive or a New York banker, although a pale scar on his right cheek gave him a slightly more rugged air. She drew in a breath and smiled. “Good afternoon. I’m Jeri Jones. Can I help you?”
His broad, bright smile increased the temperature, offsetting the efforts of the newly repaired air conditioner. “I hope you can. I just arrived in town. I saw your lovely hotel and I was wondering if you had a room available. I adore the old buildings in this town, especially this hotel. So if you have a room…”
She tried not to sound too eager. “I think we can help you.”
“Without a reservation, I can’t be picky, but I was hoping you might have something upstairs, looking over the street. I know that would be asking a lot, given that I’m just walking in off the street…”
She smiled. “Actually, your timing is perfect. We can a room that fills the bill available.” We can let you have the whole damn floor. “The upstairs rooms are suites, though. I hope that is all right.”
“Perfect.” His eyes were fixed on her breasts and he didn’t bother hiding his stare as he pulled out his wallet and handed her a credit card. His smile clearly wasn’t totally because they had the room he wanted. “My name is Mark. Mark Truman.”
She took the card feeling the warmth of his body in it. “Welcome to Pleasant Mountain, Mr. Truman. Is your visit business or pleasure?”
He raised his eyes and looked into her eyes with a gaze that wouldn’t let her turn away if she’d wanted to. “I think that everything we do should involve pleasure, Jeri Jones. Absolutely everything can be made pleasurable. Don’t you?”
The softness of his voice, something in its tone, told her that he meant that exactly as it sounded. She wanted to answer him in kind. “It doesn’t always seem that way, but I agree that we could do more to make things more pleasant.” She ran his credit card and handed it back. He took it and she felt a spark.
“Excellent. I like your attitude.”