The work wasn’t that hard but there was a lot of it. I was putting in 3 to 4 hours of overtime a day. John asked me to work most Saturdays too. It was okay with me, it kept my mind too busy to think about Jess. I had been there for about 3 months and the work was becoming routine. That was a problem, the less I had to think about on the job the more I started to think about Jess. I began to see Jess as I washed a truck or at night sitting in front of my trailer. It was time for me to move on, I needed something new to keep my mind occupied. John came to the garage on a Saturday just to check things over and to give me a break if I needed it. That was the morning I told him I was leaving and I gave him a month’s notice. He was sorry to see me go, but understood why I had to leave. He and I had talked before and he knew my story. One month later I was driving west again. Passing through Kansas, I got a job with a widow who needed help harvesting her spring wheat. I didn’t know much. Before long, her caress had reached the tap pants I was wearing under the jumpsuit, and the two layers of fabric rubbed sensually over one another and lightly over my own flesh. "Aren't you glad you didn't wear your nasty boxers, hmm, Adrian?" she asked, with a hint of what I thought might be aggression. I didn't say anything. I just looked out the window, concentrating on the intensely pleasant stiffening sensation as blood rushed into my dick, my beloved dick, energized under her caresses. A line of trees slid by across a field, their black silhouettes pasted against a sky that was not quite night. We reached my home, and after I had thought very seriously about work for a few moments, the better to conceal my excitement. It was at that moment that I realized that I had neither my keys nor my wallet on me. They had been in my pants pockets, and while Danielle had considerately packed up my (ruined! stained!) clothes, my keys and wallet were probably sitting on a counter near.
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