1. Old Ties


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Aust4casta, Source: LushStories

    The fact that it was going to be a long drive home after a particularly quiet night shift was almost inevitable and was confirmed as his car entered the choking tunnel. The general speed of most vehicles slowed from a respectable sixty to an agonising twenty before transforming into the dreaded stop-start that is the joy of inner city driving on a weekday. Sleep deprived and unable to wind the windows down for “fresh,” cool air, Aaron turned the music up, hoping the last cup of coffee that morning would get him through the next fifty kilometres. The first near miss came about twenty kilometres into the trip when his car almost drifted into the barriers. Waking with a start, he promised himself never again to work a night shift on no sleep. It was a futile promise that was made before almost every first night shift: one that would be made again after the next one, no doubt to be broken before the one after that - a vicious cycle. As after other near misses, he managed to stay alert for a whole minute before wandering off again. It was a familiar pattern: coherent thoughts gradually merge, ideas become jumbled and, suddenly, you realise that you're travelling too fast and have no idea where the last five kilometres went. You brake furiously to avoid rear-ending the car in front which, for some reason, has decided to test your level of alertness. By the time Aaron approached the exit ramp, he'd lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ...
    ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far off, though. He'd have a good sleep for four hours, then a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker. The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift. So, by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job. He was surprised to see his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40. He parked alongside and thought that maybe Sarah was running late as well. That would mean she would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. These “my own time” events were becoming quite frequent lately. Who was he kidding? It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted thirteen years. If he'd kept a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they'd slept together. Since she was the only woman he'd bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed. Suddenly the “run first” idea started to look less attractive. Getting out of the car and stretching he made himself another futile promise to phase into a nine to five role in the next few years. At thirty-eight, and after ten years of shift work, his body was starting to show the ...
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