Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... worn-over fingernails. “Best damn manicurist in the Hollow, she was.”

Then he heard it. A laugh, distinct, but light and airy. Pete turned. He started toward it, on autopilot.

“Well hurry, sugar. I want to get back to the hotel before it gets late.”

Pete squinted more under the harsh light of the sun. At the pump there was a Maserati. It was a sleek, black beauty. It would go from zero to 60 in about 5 seconds. Top speed must be about 180 an hour, thought Pete. Fuck, he’d give his left nut just to check out the engine on that baby. His eyes traveled the length and then went up. Blonde hair and large oval shades were behind the windshield. The sun’s glare prevented a clear view. But the woman saw him. She lowered her shades, lifted in her seat to be sure.

“Holy shit!! Petie-boy? Is that you?”

Andy threw open the car door. “It is you!” she squealed. In her arms she carried a tiny Terrier with a pink jeweled collar. She strutted over on her toes in suicide heels, jeans so tight she seemed to have blue skin below the waist, and a top that put her breasts on full display. Pete just stared at her. In a million years he would never have imagined seeing her again.

“Hi, sugar!” She tossed her hair, even blonder now than it had been before. “My God, how have you been?”

“I’m fine, Andy,” said Pete. The dog snapped and growled. Pete’s eyes went past her, to her traveling companion. The older guy, possibly in his sixties, returned to the car. He spotted them and ...

... glared. “Nice to see you again. Take care,” he said, turning for the safety of the garage.

Andy touched his arm. “Hey, wait a second.” She shifted from toe to toe, popping her gum. “I wanted to apologize to you. I never got the chance. For, you know, everything.”

Pete looked back at her. “What brings you to Louisville?”

Andy grinned. He could tell she’d rather spend time talking about her new life than the one she’d left behind. “That man over there is Lucas. He’s my husband,” She said, waving. Lucas frowned. Andy turned and wiggled her fingers to show off her rock. “He owns some horses that will race in the Derby. We here to see about it. Just passing through.”

“Right. Well, congratulations.”

“Thank you, Pete. You so sweet.”

He checked his watch. “Well, I got work and stuff. Take care.” He turned and walked off. His heart pounded, pumping blood to face, as he felt the old flames of anger and resentment spark again.

“Pete!”

He stopped. He didn’t want to hear about Daisy and Aiden Keane. He didn’t want to know about their happily ever after. He should just walk away. Keep walking.

“He’s still looking for her, you know.”

“For whom?”

“Daisy. She really did a number on him by leaving like she did. I don’t think anyone has ever rejected Aiden Keane.”

“She’s not with him?”

Andy shook her head. “Nope. She disappeared after everything went down. Aiden hired all kinds of detectives to find her. He’s obsessed. I thought she was with you. But I can ...