Text to Much More (Part 2)

Jay and AMarie reconnect

"I know you're busy, but, can you maybe do it for me?" AMarie directly asked Jay. "If not, it's ok..You'd get to see ME, though!" she continued. To Jay, seeing her was the main selling point. The air conditioner didn't matter so much as seeing her again.

"Oh, ok..Give me 20 minutes" Jay agreed. "Kids home? I don't want them asking a million questions" he inquired. He'd only seen the girls a few times, and doubted they'd remember who he was. To them, he'd be some strange man in the house. Jay didn't want that.

"They're at my mom's for the weekend. They love going, and it gives me a little break.. I know, bad of me" AMarie answered. "I wouldn't be hanging out at home in ratty shorts and my bikini top, in this heat, if they were here" she confirmed, giving Jay another visual.

"Mm..Hot blonde in ratty shorts and bikini top, at home, by herself" he mused. "That long hair down, nails just done, bright smile all sexy..Oh, yeah..I'm so going over there" he told himself, throwing on his daily sneakers, grabbing his car keys, and heading to AMarie's nicely-done half-duplex home in an older, hilly neighborhood.

Arriving on time and knocking on AMarie's door, Jay planned out the job at hand.

"These houses have narrow attic stairs..Take your time carrying the air conditioner" he considered. "No way she should be doing that herself..She's too pretty, too feminine, and would hurt herself..I'll do it for her" Jay noted. He also knew AMarie loved her long nails, and breaking one would be tragic for her. Jay admitted, her nails were hot, so he wanted to protect them, too.

Greeting him at the door, AMarie threw her arms around Jay with a wide, beautiful smile. She often said of it "It better be a nice smile. I spent enough on it".

"Hiii! Ohhmmm..You're here!" AMarie exclaimed, hugging Jay very tight. His hands rounded her bare, soft, tanned waist and concave tummy, soaking her in before performing the task at hand.

"I am, Miss Beautiful!" Jay replied as the hostess and in-need homeowner held onto him and ran her hand up and down his back. "What A wants, A gets from me..Let's get you an air conditioner" Jay stated, looking to do the job so he could spend some alone time with her. AMarie's clunky wedding ring, however, was missing. Was it the heat? Maybe she didn't wear it a home? Was she finally done with him? Why is that soft, sensual hand, with the 3" long, pink and tiger stripe nails, so clean?

Catching up and chatting for 10 minutes or so, Jay looked at her hand several times before AMarie offered an answer to his unasked question:

"I don't feel married, so don't wear those rings anymore..I saw you looking" she stated. "You know what's going on, no need to re-hash it. I want to stay happy today..And cool, once you get my AC from that baking attic!" she smiled, running her finger down Jay's face. "Why did I not marry you instead?".

"I didn't know you back then" Jay replied, taking her soft hand in his. "I'd have taken you in a heartbeat..C'mon, let's get that air conditioner" he told her, ending with a compliment "You look gorgeous, by the way..Love the jeans shorts and bikini top".

"Th-anks" she replied. "I figure, I'm home, by myself, and this heat is killing me..Why not be comfy? And it's not like you've never wanted to see me like this..Or, less" AMarie correctly replied. "AC first, though..Then..."

Heading for the open attic door, Jay was right. Narrow staircase, and a little beat up. Not unsafe, just not the best. He'd need to be very careful coming down with the AC unit. No way the shorts and bikini top-clad, hot homeowner could have done this. Not without hurting herself. She was also a self-described klutz.

Reaching the attic, the risen heat hit Jay like an oven.

"Holy shit, it's ba-king up here..Wow..Nothing's living up here, I can say that" he thought. Finding the unit, Jay took the side handles and lifted it up. Large as it was, the unit wasn't as heavy as others he'd himself had.

"Not bad, just bulky..Doesn't weigh that much" he thought, taking the stairs one by one, very slowly and securing the unit in both arms. The narrow stairway didn't help.

"Ooh..Careful.." AMarie called to Jay. "Just think of what's waiting for you at the end of the stairs..Me!" she flirtingly smiled and said. "I do want to thank you for doing this, though..I've always felt we have something, you and I".

Hitting mid-stairway, Jay took each wooden stair as-is, not losing view of what was in front of him. Or at the bottom. The beautiful blonde was striking a sexy, waiting, hands on hips, shorts flipped down pose, wide smile, blue eyes batting at him. "Oh, yes" he thought to himself. "This is so happening..Look at her!"

Successfully descending the stairs and placing the AC unit into the window, Jay bolted it into place, and victoriously claimed "Done! Now you can stay cool!".

"I owe you, big-time!" AMarie thanked Jay with another, extended embrace.

Their faces close together, both went with the natural next move, a soft, repetitive, sensual kiss in the quiet of the room. The liplock went on for a 3-minute count, both enjoying the act.

"Mmph..Yhou dhoo that well" AMarie softly spoke to Jay. "Dhoo it again..I've missed you..Texting isn't enough", her deep, blue eyes looking into Jays with want and need. "Kiss me and don't stop".

Connecting for another, this time, 5-minute liplock, Jay and AMarie's hands began to wander with increased intensity. Her sighs of pleasure and want grew louder as they backed themselves to the oversized couch. Gone were any of Jay's reservations about AMarie's being married, as she'd already removed her clunky rings, was so soft and sexy, and throwing herself at him.

"I've wanted you since the restaurant..Beautiful woman" he muttered as they were engaged in deep lips and tongue action. "Mine"