You kill some time working.

After you hear the sound of Holly's truck fade into the distance you stand there for a while thinking of what you should do. You settle on taking the opportunity to get some work done on your laptop that you had brought on your trip specifically for that reason and to have an excuse to get out of parts of the family reunion you would rather not go to.

Smelling the sweat coming off of you for the first time, you remember Holly telling you that you could take a shower so you decide to do that first. Wondering where she keeps her towels, you wander into the bathroom to check it out and are surprised to see a dark blue towel folded with a matching wash cloth and a note with your name sitting on the corner of the sink.

John, I thought you might take my suggestion so I left these for you. Holly, the note reads. You read with a warm smile on your lips as you see the little heart she draw at the end. You get undressed and go to the clear glass fronted walk in shower stall that takes up the end of the bathroom with your towels and get inside. Turning on the water, you adjust it before beginning to wash yourself off and, grabbing a bottle of body wash off a small self on the wall and lather up, you have visions of Holly there with you as you run your soapy hands down her wet, hot, tight body. Shaking your head slightly, you **** your thoughts back to reality and you finish your shower, dry off, and get dressed before heading out to the living room to fire up your computer.

You quickly get absorbed in work and so are slightly startled when the front door opens and Holly stomps in.

"Fuckin' epic journey!" she growls, tossing up her keys aside before she notices you.

Looking at the clock In the corner of your screen you are surprised to see that over three hours had passed.

"Hey, babe, did you miss me?" She sits down next to you and puts her head on your shoulder, looking at your work on the screen.

"Every second." You smell the sweat and oil scent of hers that drives you crazy once again. "Rough job?" you ask as she continues to snuggle against you.

"Hmm, not actually rough," she sighs. "It was actually fairly simple but it was just the time involved that killed me.

"First, like I say, I drive twenty-five minutes to get there," she continues to complain, "then I load the truck and have to drive it to a shop that's half way to the next town! Which is completely opposite direction I might add! It took me over half an hour to get back here."

"Sorry about that," you apologize although you had no control over it.

"Don't worry about it, babe, it's not your fault," she whispers.

"Your work?" she asks, indicating the screen with a nod of the chin.

"Yeah, I'm just about done," you nod.

"Good," she chirps as she stands up. "Because this girl is done for the day!" She stretches her arms over her head in a way that causes her shirt to pull tautly over her generous bust.

"I'm gonna get changed so no peeking!" she giggles, walking to the bedroom. Before closing the door behind her, she rolls your bags out the door. "You should do the same, remember something nice."

She closes the door behind her.

You quickly finish what you were working on before you go over to your bags and opening them to look for the clothes you want. You hear the sound of water running again while you pick out what you think is a nice outfit. After you change, the shower has stops and you wait about another twenty minutes before Holly finally steps out.

"Well, John, like it?" she grins with a spin so you can see her whole body.