By Chance

Getting through the day was proving to be the toughest thing that Joe Vic had ever done. His hands seemed too slick to hold the tools. His concentration was unpredictable and maintained a constant focus on another sleek body that did not belong to the 67’ Mustang before him. His brow was loaded with sweat, despite the mid summer heat wave finally ending.

The heavy ratchet fell to the floor. Clattering and skittering against the routine cacophony of the other mechanic’s banter and the tunes from the radio. “Damn it Joe Vic. Get your head out of your ass!” Old Bill yelled from his office.

“Sorry, man.”

A light snickers died around him. “Hey! Dude, probably had a good time last night. If you know, what I’m sayin’? ” One of the mechanics called out.

These guys were the closest Joe Vic had to actual friends. “Naw, it wasn’t like that.”

“No? Then, what was it?” Gibson asked cheekily.

“You cracked a few heads?” Another guy called out.

“Drank some good shit?” Derrick over near the tires asked.

Old Bill stormed out of his office. “Alright, you guys, I don’t pay all to chitchat and grouse over current events. If you wanna chat, go to The View. I hear they’ve got an opening.”

Laughter erupted from everywhere. “Naw, Boss. We’re trying to find out what’s got JV’s attention shot worse than these brakes over here?”

Old Bill’s thin brows shot up to his hairline. “Is that so?” The older man cracked a huge boisterous laugh as Joe Vic rubbed his low held head. He had to ask if he’d taken the advice he’d offered mere days ago.
He walked over to Joe Vic and easily slung a tattooed arm over the younger man’s broad hard shoulders. “I’m assuming you took my advice and everything worked out.” He said in a private tone.

“Something like that.” Joe Vic answered with a smile of his own.

Old Bill threw his head back in laughter. He steadily patted Joe Vic on the back for more than the obvious. His pseudo-son made one more step in the right direction

“Alright boys, congratulate this young man on getting his life together.” Spontaneous clapping broke out. “That’s more than I can say for the lot of ya!” More laughter, the older man pointed good naturedly around the shop. Each direction held more work to be done.

“What does she look like?” The question floated over the settling of the ambient noise.

“Imagine that Mustang mixed the heart of a Maserati and the accent of a little red Corvette.”

A hearty ‘damn’ resounded throughout the room. Slams on the back were handed freely as the other men wanted to congratulate one of their own for catching a bonafide babe.

For more than the second time that day, Joe Vic wore a smile. This one was out fully due to pride.

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Joe Vic pushed the door open and removed the key. The apartment was relatively quiet. He checked the mail, before turning his attention to the kitchen. Over the course of Rue’s stay, Joe Vic had become more than accustomed to having something wonderful waiting for him nightly.

Tonight was no exception. As soon as he opened the pot, Joe Vic instantly recognized Rue delicious spicy seafood gumbo simpering in a huge pot on the stove. The excitement wasn’t isolated to his stomach. He figured if he dished up the food now, maybe Rue would have time to sit and eat with him.

He’d missed her something fierce during the day and thinking of the time they’d spent together during the weekend, had done nothing to stifle his simmering desire for her. In fact, the separation only heightened his yearning to be with her.

Joe Vic quickly stripped out of his uniform and settled into his favorite pair of worn jeans and signature white wife beater. As he walked into the kitchen, he heard the shower shut off. It would only be minutes until Rue was there with him.

He dished up plenty of gumbo and dipped his finger inside to catch a small taste. It was full of heat and full of spice. Jeez, he was in love.

“I see you had no problem of finding the food.” Rue stood in the doorway. Light blue towel wrapped around her body loosely, draping just below the juncture of her thighs. Her black hair curled in vein-like locks as water dripped off the tips like a gentle rain pouring to ground.

“You know me and food. I couldn’t resist.” Joe Vic picked up the dishes and carried them to the table. “I made you a bowl. I didn’t know if you were staying or not, but I was…um--”

“Yeah?” Rue asked as she opened the refrigerator.

“I was hoping you’d stay and have dinner with me tonight?” He put the dishes down and looked over at Rue. His eyes caught the sight of her bent hind quarters as she leaned inside the fridge. The view allowed him to see the barest hint of her white panties. The fire in his stomach burned ever so hot.

“Of course sugga. Let me get this here Key Lime Pie out of the box.” She placed the pie on the counter, before diving back in to retrieve a second item. Joe Vic simply watched her body move.
His breath caught somewhere in his throat as Rue held up a slim manicured finger covered in white fluffy cream. Her pink plush lips wrapped around the creamy mixture, sucking it into her mouth slow and seductively. Their eyes locked. The rest of the world was forgotten.

Rue removed her clean finger. She slowly ran it around the edge of the bowl, gathering more whipped cream. He was there before her. His body no longer acting under its own volition instead, it gilded across the room.

His hand slid over hers. Pulling the proffered digit towards him, Joe Vic watched Rue’s eyes. Hypnotized by the action. The rich creamy passed over his tongue as he sucked her finger clean. The sudden sound of her faint gasp drew his attention away from his task, away from her finger and his tongue’s mission to run along every groove on the pad of her finger.

“Oh.” The moan was faint and short. Joe Vic bent his head to take her mouth. Their kiss was full of excited energy and the creamy aftertaste of her whipped topping. He flicked his tongue back in for a second taste, eliciting a shiver from her.

Her clear eyes bore into his. The irises clouding and shifting away from their chocolate brown, descending into hard onyx. “Thanks for the taste.” His fingers trailed down the soft slightly damp terrain of her arms. Rue did her best to shiver, but her body was reacting to the sensations of feeling both hot and electrically cold.

“Anytime you want a taste…” Joe Vic continued his slow stroking. Rue stood before him in her towel. “I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you, Joe Vic.”

“Yeah?” Crushed gravel being grounding into concrete resembled Joe Vic’s deep lust laden voice. She’d been thinking about him. God knows the majority of the western hemisphere knew he’d done the same.

“This weekend was amazin’. I cain’t begin to thank you …for everything.” Faint curls of scent tickled his nose. Was it her shampoo or the body wash she used? It didn’t matter. The smell was having an effect on him like releasing a drop of blood into a pool of piranha. It was making him hungry. He didn’t realize he’d said anything until she was close enough to whisper along his lips.

“Eat first then come see me.” The body that had been trapped between the fridge and his own was now a void of empty space, her perfume the only thing left of her as she padded out of the kitchen.

“Rue?” His voice was less than steady and too gruff to his ears.

“Yeah, Joe Vic?” She looked over her shoulder. Azure eyes shining brightly between the long rows of curled ebony lashes, making her eyes appear have a magnetic beam aimed at Joe Vic. And Joe Vic alone.

The hunger in his stomach could be ignored. But the itch radiating from the center of his palms throughout the limbs until it settled at the bottom of his stomach, told him to press forward. “ You don’t have to thank me for anything…You should’ve seen Old Bill today…He could tell that something changed between us and he was happy. For us, you know.”

Rue cocked her hip to the side, listening. When he choose to be chatty, Rue liked to listen. His voice had a shrouding effect that made her feel above all safe. “I’m glad you’re happy, Joe.”

Walking over to her, his heavy feet gliding across the floor. His eyes rested on a point on the carpet where only the tips of her colored toes were visible. “I remember what you said before. You know about passing? I’ve never seen Old Bill so happy…I guess I finally understood what you meant when talked about it--”

She stepped forward, her toes and bony feet now fully in his line of sight. “He’s proud of you, Joe Vic. I could see it the other night--” She ran her fingers along the smooth surface of his head. Long bony fingers curled and dipped into his ear. “ Don’t go puttin’ no fool ideas in your head. I mean the type where you think Old Bill wasn’t proud of you before. He was, you got me cher? Very proud and so is Mary.” It was easier for her to look him dead square in the eye, her comforting touch almost forgotten in the hard passionate stare.

A skipped beat. Pressure pushed down on her lips. Sweet delicious pressure of his lips as they searched for hers hungrily. Joe Vic was hungry. So hungry but not for food. Only she would satisfy him, quell the pain in his gut that wanted to dive right in and mess it all up. Force of habit it was to break, to destroy, to demolish everything good to pieces. He squeezed her upper arm hard. His mouth coming down too fast too hard.

The sting of a palm against the side of an ear broke the spell. He looked down at her with deep dark eyes. Her eyes questioned him, asking if he was alright. One of her hands moved to take his own, twine their fingers together in a loose jumbled ball, before she pulled him back into the kitchen.

Joe Vic found himself leaning against the counter with at the hard wooden edge digging into the small of his muscular back. The cotton ridges of the towel wrapped around Rue’s body rubbed with maximum friction against the worn cotton of his wifebeater. Their hands were still entwined in a tight ball, his free one rested on her hip while her free hand ventured off behind him. Her long slim finger was coated in thick cream again. With a rattler like strike, he seized her coated finger and brought it to his mouth. His lips closed over it, bringing her finger into the hot wet cavern of his mouth, tongue stroking from the base to tip extracting the sweetness. Her body pressed into his as her knees began to buckle.

When the cleaned digit was removed Rue’s hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips. Their mouths meshed. Lips sucking and lapping sweetly. Tongues caressing ever so gently. Big hands strayed down to the edge of her towel. Between the region of cotton and smooth skin was where his hand lay. They moved upwards under cotton and over skin to reach their destination of more cotton snugly fitting to her body.

Rue pushed deeper against him, giving Joe Vic the best feel of the outline of her jutting erection. He pulled the panties with a sharp tug. Too sharp when he realized he’d broken them. Yet, he was too consumed to care. The white rag was now tossed aside as their bodies rotated with Rue now being pressed against the cool wood and Joe Vic pressing against her with equal strain originating from his groin. The white wifebeater was peeled from his skin, tossed to the side and sent to join the ripped panties in the discarded clothing heap.

The urge to taste her was ever present. Rising steadily higher with each passing second that Rue kissed him, ground against him or stroked his skin. Her icy fingertips burned across his skin like cold fire. Rue dropped her hands between them. Working his belt unloose with slow coy actions. He surged forward trapping her hands between them. Between the layers of clothing that separated their diamond hardness, her fingers worked nonetheless.

The weekend gave him plenty of opportunities to see and feel her. To feel it. Yet, here it was again like it always would be, straining and shifting against his own. Deft fingers popped the button of his jeans and unlocked the zipper to his pants. The solid weight of his body backed off her just enough to allow her slim hands to flow over his slim hips sliding down his pants until they dropped heavily around his knees. Boxer felt like barbed wired grating and scraping against his imprisoned cock.

Her hands slid over the elastic band of the shorts. Fingers teased the edge, diving in and out ever so slightly. Fingertips rolled over his marble like muscles. Recording the terrain for all future excursions. A hard tug of the cotton shorts and Joe Vic felt his dick firmly captured as the material stuck to his erection. Rue pulled again sliding the material down to join his pants.

“Off--” Words bitten odd gruffly. She stared back, silently daring him. His hand savagely undid the knot sitting between her breasts. The towel snapped around her body as it was whipped from around her. Her body shook. Electricity ran through her to making her flesh develop Goosebumps. Her wet locks swung free, down her shoulders cascading over her back. Her breasts sat perky. Nipples straining, areolas dark and large waiting to be touched, teased, stimulated by Joe Vic at a minute’s notice.

That sound. The moment he was waiting for arrived. He lifted her effortless. Bulging arms wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up onto the counter top. He pressed deeply her legs. Bringing their lengths in direct contact. The friction was sweet and slightly wet as he leaked copious droplets of pearly pre-cum from his cockhead. Rue was almost in the same dire state.

He dropped his head to her neck. Kisses reigned down on the fresh flesh. His tongue dove into the hollow of her collar bone, slurping nosily at her like she was an oyster.

Words would be useless in their exchange. They were feeding off the sensation of having the other near. Inscrutable noises rose in the kitchen as they rocked together. Rue’s heels dug into the back of Joe Vic’s legs with brutal force. They shoved him forward with a hard kick. He slumped forward. More of his heavy weight came to rest on her. His head buried now between her breasts. Small kisses spread across the swells of each. Her head flew back hitting the cupboard. The grimace of pain immediately erased by the shock of pleasure as her tight nipple was engulfed by hot wetness. Joe Vic’s teeth found purchase over the large bump, his tongue dancing around it with teasing grace while he increased the suction.

Easily, the previous pain was forgotten in favor of delicious suction that seemed to be drawing her soul out through the tiniest pore. Attention shifted to the neglected breast. His rough hands felt magnificent as they gripped Rue’s flesh firmly.

Rue’s hands snaked down to grab them together. Using the amassed pre-cum, she slicked her hand and jerked them together. Muscles twitched and tightened along his spine, Joe Vic found it hard to stand, his back curving under the tension. Her hands gripped them tightly.

Joe Vic couldn’t believe it could--nor would feel like this. Her cock provided sweet, sweet friction against his own. Before now, he treated her cock like an appendage that needed to be privately taken care of. He excluded her cock as part of her, preferring to focus on the overall picture. How could he feel this way? Weary and fascinated all in the same breath. The gut clenched. His balls felt heavy. Her grip was tight and firm, holding them just right. The addition of her thumb slipping over the head just inched him closer to oblivion.

A hot stream of liquid hit his washboard stomach. Followed steadily by more waves, the sight of Rue caught in the throes of cumming brought him off. He rammed into her. The sturdy aching length dug into the juncture of her groin, grinding deliciously until he found release. Warm jets of liquid coated her shorn area. Dribbling down the smooth expanse to drip on her length and darkened sack beneath.

Breaths were hard. Exhaling hard and fast like race horses finishing a race. The stayed tangled together reveling in the tiresome and semi-painful afterglow. This was them and neither wanted to be anywhere else.


TBC

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