New Town

Vangy blushed a little as he wiped the ice cream from her lip.

"Well yeah. He never used to, it's only been the last couple month's." In fact his job never had taken him out of town before. She was starting to think he might be having an affair. She wouldn't think of that though, it would break her heart. Realizing she was gapping out she forced a smile before taking another bite of ice cream. A sip of beer, an oddly pleasant combination.

"Well at least you get to get out of the house. Enjoy the weather. Seems I never run out of chores... or at least he never runs out of chores for me to do." She said laughing though it may have been more telling than she would've liked.
 
"Hey you can't have that much to do here, I mean there's only the two of you.
But if you're pushed I could help out a little, any bits that need fixing - rogue doors, that kind of thing."

She still seemed nevous, on edge.

"Working for myself I get to choose my time, so if you need me I'd be pleased to help."

He put his hand over hers on the table, a gesture of friendship, but he let it lay there longer than friendship demanded.
There was that look in her eyes again and he gave her hand a squeese.

"Anything, anytime. I mean it Claire."
 
Claire laughed lightly and uninsultingly at his proposal. Somehow she didn't think her husband would want another man around the house, helping with chores.

"Rogue doors aside I think I have it handled thanks." She replied noticing his hand on hers. She went to pull it away but for some reason she didn't. Again the feeling of doing something wrong and getting away with it came over her. She smiled broadly showing her perfect white teeth. She sheepishly pulled her hand away from his. Then remembered there was something he could help her with.

"Actually, if you have a few minutes. I really could use a hand with something." She said as she picked up her beer and again pressed her lips to it's head.
 
"I told you I have spare minutes," he smiled, matching her action and putting his beer botttle to his lips.

"What can I give you a hand with?"

He lifted his bottle and took a swig and then fixed her eyes with his.

"Anything, anytime."
 
"Thanks. I really just need help lifting something." Claire said as she stood up and headed down the steps into the dark but roomy basement. Once he was with her she pointed it out. A large old couch.

"It's supposed to go out tomorrow but well I've been the only one home. Would you mind helping me bring this to the curb?" She asked biting her bottom lip and rocking on her feet as she awaited a reply.

(OOC getting off for awhile.)
 
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Bob followed Claire to the cellar steps. She seemed to hesitate before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

He followed her down, stooping to see into the cellar and at the bottom he glanced around, peering into the corners where the light was dim.

“You guys live down here or something?” he laughed.

The cellar wasn’t full of the usual household junk but seemed organised, used.

He turned back to Claire. She was standing next to an old, heavy couch, her arms folded tightly as if protecting herself, rocking slowly on her feet.
He hesitated for a second and then put his arm around her shoulders protectively.

“Hey are you OK?” She seemed to be shivering and he pulled her to him, enveloping her in his arms, kissing her on her forehead.

“It’s OK. You’re OK, You’re OK.”

He held her closer, feeling the warmth of her against him and the pressure of her breasts against his chest.
“Shh, it’s OK,” he said, now rubbing her back.

Bob could feel the strap of her bra through her shirt and he was aware of his penis filling, stiffening.
Lifting her chin, he stared into her eyes and then slowly carefully, kissed her on her lips.



OOC Sorry for the delay - been flying home!
 
Claire almost resisted as Bob placed his arms around her but she quickly melted into the embrace. It'd been a long time since somebody had held her. She rested her head against his chest for a moment, feeling something poke her down low. He raised her chin and kissed her. She was shocked, and from that shock came an instinctive slap. A hard one across his face.

"What are you doing? I'm married." She snapped then realizing she'd just hit him covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh.. Oh I am soooo sorry. God what was I thinking hitting someone. I'm so very sorry." She said hoping he wouldn't be mad. She slunk down on the couch and buried her face in her hands.

"God I can't do anything right." She mumbled with a sigh.
 
"Shit...what the fuck was that for?"

Bob stared at Claire in amazement, holding his hand to his face.

"Hell I'm sorry but you could've just said no. You didn't have to hit me like that."

He was aware of the stinging in his cheek but much, much more aware of his raging erection.
This always used to happen when his mother slapped him.

"Claire honey, I thought you were upset...."
 
"I'm sorry I just... Paniced. I really am sorry. Do you want me to get some ice?" She asked getting up from the couch to inspect his face. a big red mark on it.

"I guess that rules out helping with the couch eh?" She asked, laughing nervously as her hand carressed his face. Soon her eyes didn't inspect the mark on his face but his eyes. She moved her lips up and met his wondering if she was now going to be rejected like she'd just done to him. She couldn't blame him.
 
Bob paused for a moment, the sting of her slap still fresh in his mind and fresh on his cheek, but her lips were on his and he pushed aside his fear of being slapped again and returned her kiss, pulling her to him again, feeling his now rigid cock pressing against her.

He broke and smiled at her.

"No you're getting this very right." and covered her mouth again with his.

He moved her back so the edge of the couch caught the back of her knees and lowered her to the seat.

"Very very right."
 
She smiled up at him as he gently set her down on the couch. The kind of care her husband couldn't be bothered with.

'Should... Should I be doing this? I mean with my husband....' She thought to herself as she felt guilt wash over her for what she was doing but doubted her husband was doing any less. She gently pulled him down and brought her lips to his. Her hands feeling up and down his hard body, down all the way to his cock which she could feel through the fabric. She rubbed the head methodically with her one hand while her tongue battled for ground with his.
 
Claire's mouth was hot on his and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, entwining with his as they kissed wet and hard.

He struggled briefly with the buttons on her blouse and then just pulled at it, scattering the buttons like shrapnel across the celler floor.

Then his hands were on her, on her breasts, pinching at her nipples, feeling the taught hardness of her belly as she arched to him.

And all the while her hand on his erection, rubbing, coaxing, rewarding his arousal.

He lifted her from the couch so that he could unsnap her bra and then her breasts were free and he marvelled at their pert firmness and the hardness of her nipples.
 
She lay back her body half exposed to him. She continued to rub and play with his dick through his pants but slipped her hand in his pants as she guided his hand over her nipples.

"Anything in particular you like? My husband has some odd fetishes. Got a whole lot of stuff to play with in that room over there. Course this couch is nice too. Don't actually know why we're throwing it out." Her hand stroking his penis all the while.
 
A new resident

Joseph Anker, just turned 18, 6'3" and still growing.

Has acne like the "before" pictures.

Occupation student.

Training for the masturbation event at the Beijing olympics.

Hobby. Up-skirt hidden cam sites.

His friends call him Bill but he does't know why.
 
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Bob was moving down her belly, licking and nibbling wanting to taste her honey.

He tugged at Claire's shorts wanting to see her full nakededness, available.

Then her hand was in his pants and her electrifying touch made him stop, forcing him to hold his breath, not wanting to release too soon.

He tried to distract himself, anything, the rough fabric of the couch on his knees, the hum of the boiler - her voice...

"...some odd fetishes. Got a whole lot of stuff to play with in that room over there..."

He screwed his eyes up in concentration, struggling for control.

"Would you have a hairbrush amongst that stuff? I'd really like to watch you brush your hair, just like mo...."

He caught himself just in time. Some women could be really wierd when he used that word with them.

He stroked her dark auburn hair and the scent of lavender rushed from his memory.

"I'd really like to watch you brush your hair."
 
"Oh... Oh kay." She replied and gripping a little tighter slid her hand off his member out of his pants and stood up. She got a brush from a cupboard and sat back down beside him.

"Just like this?" She asked, stroking it's full length. This was quite an odd fetish but not the weirdest she'd seen.
 
Joseph's knuckles were knocking on the underside of his desk as he stroked his cock with increasing intensity.

This was awsome, his grade teacher Miss Jenson frigging herself live and on his screen.

And he'd let her know!!!

He shuffled his feet under the desk, disturbing the pile of crusted and soggy kleenex that grew daily, weekly, monthly.

Jeeeesus this was great.
He managed to hit the function key for "record screen video".
There was some awsome software on the net and he had the feeling this piece of vid was going to make him rich.
 
Bob watched as Claire started to brush her hair.

"Yes, just like that, just the way that Mom used to."

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop and he turned to Claire to see her reaction.

Would she stop like so many other women had done or would she let him watch, let him love his Momma the way his Momma had let him.

"Yes that's it, up and down, back and forth, just like mowing the lawn."

He leant his head against her belly and then lifted until he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.
 
Camryn

Camryn quickly turned off the cam.. and typed back to the stranger...

CamONcam said: Who are you???

She waited what seemed to be an eternity to find out who this stranger was and what he or she would want from her to keep her identity secret...
 
<<Hi Miss Jensen... he he ha ha!!!>>

<<Bet you wish you hadden give me a DEE in engish>>
 
ooc: 1677

ooc: 1677.. this is fun, but can you read back to my original post and see that i am NEW to the town too... and a 1st grade teacher?? I don't mind playing with you being 18.. but i'd like you to at least read all the posts.... I like to be an exhibitionist... and a little blackmail would be fun.... if you make it fun ;-)
 
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