Those fluorescent lights at The Home Depot are harsh. At least that is what she used to think until the smooth concrete aisles became her sashay. Odd as it seems, The Home Depot is a great place to get fucked. Yea, the guys of THD smell like work and they are hungry. After all, she has learned, they are all married to women like her. Every woman, no matter how beautiful, is always somebody's bore lay. Yea, human nature... Hey, strange is a powerful word.
To think that only men tire of hump a dumpin' the same partner is folly. Just like the old saw that ladies don't get turned on by porn (ha-ha-ha-), the idea that le donne don't thrive on new sexcursions every bit as much as guys is equally askew. Yea, nothing like a new lover. Akin to new shoes or the sweet aroma of a mint car is the experience of seeing, feeling and tasting new flesh. Hey, the way of the libido cannot be predicted with precision.
French. Sweat and spandex (she had just finished an advanced spin class and she could smell herself) coupled with 110 pounds is incendiary. Ask Cyrus. There to buy a gallon of latex purple passion for Nimby's room, Sally stood by the paint counter as the shake of the can somehow made her wet. Of itself, the agitation of a gallon of goo is not erotic. But when the time is right, sensuality can be triggered by most anything 'cept for maybe a picture of Don Rickles. (In retrospect, Cyrus most assuredly SMELLED her!)
Cyrus Morgan was raw. Avuncular, he took his time in helping her make the selection. He looked as if he might have worked at Lockheed or some other hotsy-totsy place before he got too seasoned and costly to be useful. He exuded smart. Prolly in a effort to escape his Molly and to supplement his income, he became an orangeman. That's how some of the workers are called by the good people of Sunset Meadows Village. SMV is a little bit of heaven in the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains. Curious as to why The HD picked ugly orange to be its flagship color? Yea! Does Langone mean orange in Italian? (no, it's arancione)... (Oh, Kenneth Langone is a co-founder of the THD. He is worth $1.3 billion and he talks a lot...)
Not much was said. No need, sex is like that. The more yakking, the less the heat. Real fever is fueled by the nose, the taste and the feel. Of the erotic senses the least potent is hearing. Infatto, chat can be more of an extinguisher than an inciter. As he handed her the heavy paint can, their hands touched. As if there was a curent discharge, she and he shared what can only be described as a feeling as close to creation as a person can achieve.
Yea.. that was the beginning of a new life for both of them. Meeting whenever and wherever, mostly in the back of her X5 and sometimes at the Travel Motel, they did IT over and over, sated only for the moment. Inasmuch as the interludes were days and sometimes weeks, the steam 'tween times pressured enough to crack anything less than cast iron. Damn, each of them thought as they lived the hum-drum of the play-out strings of their dark, winter time lives. Each was attenuated in eager anticipation of their next interlude.
For him, it was her lithe, her white and her tightness. Hairless and smooth were plusses, too. He had a devil of time penetrating her. But once there, heaven. Truth be told, he is a veiny monster, but he has long been lost in the swamp of Molly's 250 pound plus loose, forested physique. A woman 20 years younger is worth a boxcar of Viagra to an anesthetized man. For Sally, it WAS the monster. Ha-ha! She often silently chuckles that size doesn't matter - not. As an aside, she could not feel Chuck fuck her any more. His five inches is puny, not only short but no girth. Lucky, he is an easy ejaculator.
There is no end to these kinds of stories. Sure, the names and places change, but the push stays the same; for this, sex, is the rocket fuel of life. For them, Cy and Sally, it's Labor Day's Eve. Cyrus is with Molly, the kids and the grandkids. Bored, he is going to masturbate in two hours to Sally masturbating. He will have to wait until everyone leaves. Sally is waiting for Chuck, Nimby and Charlene to come back from horse-backing at Pigalle's Stables. A BBQ is in the offing. She has just finished a vid of herself rubbing one out. She will send that to him in twenty minutes, right after sending him an alert sext. And the beat goes on.
...one of the co-founders of Home Depot liked the color of the orange Garibaldi Damselfish so much that he chose it as the company's signature color. Co-founder, Bernard Marcus, privately funded the building of the Georgia Aquarium and chose the Garibaldi as the Mascot.