The Liberation of Alice (closed for Storytime87)

[hereiam_1971]

Alice watched in frustration as her husband Steve stumbled across the grassy park. She sighed, knowing what was coming next, what always came next. She and Steve had been childhood sweethearts, both growing up together in the small farming community where they lived. She had left only to attend college at the state university, while he had attended the local community college to start his chosen career as a rancher. There had been a point while she was away that she had hoped she would be able to break away from this small town, move to a city and establish her own self, but life had drug her back to her home town and she had proceeded to follow the course of life everyone expected. Her life was full of cliché’s prom queen dating the star quarterback, straight A college student, marriage to the same star quarterback, two kids and a Tahoe with baseball, rodeo, and every other activity a nine and eleven year old boy could possibly come up with, PTA, the list went on and on.

Her only deviation had been her choice in careers. Instead of education or business she had studied engineering in college. She had hoped that this would give her the opportunity to travel the world and escape from the small town monotony. She had been intrigued with numbers and the way things had worked ever since she had toured a subsidiary manufacturing facility that a large aerospace corporation had built in the forties in an effort to not only move manufacturing from the coast, where it was a target for the Axis in World War Two but also as a source of cheaper labor. Surprisingly, the corporation had retained the facility and she had fortunately found employment in her field after Steve had proposed to her and with the urging of her parents she had accepted. Now, after twelve years, she was the manager of the engineering staff.

Now watching her husband drunkenly cross the park at the company Fourth of July picnic she felt a sense of loss with her life. She had never had the opportunity to live in LA, or New York, or any of the busy cities she had dreamed about escaping to when she was growing up and going to college. The situation about to unfold was becoming routine, her husband, who had spent the afternoon drinking beer with people they had grew up with, would beg her to go to the bar. After she acquiesced she would end up sitting in a table, nursing a light beer or maybe a glass of wine, while he played pool with his cohorts. She would try to make small talk with her cousin and the other wives that she had grown up with; it was always the same subjects, weather, kids, crops, and other small town concerns.

“Hey baby,” Steve slurred as he approached, “were thinking about heading over to Shooters since the keg is dry over here.” Behind him, she saw several of his cowboy buddies, all people she knew, all married to people she knew swilling the last of the keg beer. She hated this picnic, many of the people that had recently been hired in positions in her company were not the typical small town yokels, most of them were temporary she knew, a lot of the younger management employees just marking time to get some experience on their resumes before moving back to Kansas City or Denver or any one of other cities that would offer better opportunities. She knew that she was at the pentacle of her career, that while she had moved up fast and was still showing good results at her work, eventually the corporate management would decide that they need someone new in her position and she would probably have to resign and fall deeper into the small town.

“Sure babe,” she replied, not wanting to start a confrontation with her husband in front of her coworkers and friends. Their relationship had slowly deteriorated and she knew he resented her education and her successes. They lived in a house on her father’s ranch, which she knew Steve eventually hoped to manage. She had also used her salary to help him start his own small ranch, but she knew that he felt that she was the one who kept them afloat. In addition, as they had matured, he never had seemed to leave his old habits behind; the rodeoing and partying that she had thought so debonair when she was seventeen had lost its charm over the years as responsibilities had settled in. Now, if she even questioned things about the ranch or his other habits he would retaliate in a tirade. Slowly he had spent more time on the ranch and in the bar and less time with her.

“I’ll see if Rachel and a couple of the girls want to meet you guys there, after we finish up here.” She continued, not wanting to go, but if she didn’t know that it wouldn’t look right. “But, I can’t stay too long, I need to get up early tomorrow and get the boys from my Mom’s so we can get ready for baseball tomorrow afternoon. “

He nodded, and turned to his companions, boisterously shouting at the men. She watched him go, knowing that if she didn’t get to the bar soon, chances were he would end up staying out all night, not stumbling into the house until the wee hours of the morning. As he walked away she thought about him, he was a good Dad, supported his kids events, but their own personal problems had almost ruined their life, she could barely remember the last time they had fucked, even longer since he had made love to her, and then it had been a drunken tryst between the two of them. Even so, she knew that she could not divorce him, not without damaging her own life any further.

She walked across the park towards her cousin Rachel. As she walked she wondered is Rachel had some of the same issues she had, a hard drinking husband, topped out at her own job, stuck in this rural life. Before she could reach her cousin she was stopped by a group of four or five of her employees. This group of employees were not local, many had recently started working with her in the past few years, and she had not been unfriendly with them, but aloof as she knew that most of them would be moving in the next five years or less; on to bigger and better things. Still as one of her engineers smiled and waved; it was her newest employee, Andrew a stocky, dark haired kid fresh out of college and from New York that she had, a few months ago, at the recommendation of one of the corporate engineers back east. Returning the wave, she deviated from her path to approach the group of younger people.

As she approached, she watched several of the men run their eyes over her. She knew she was pretty, had been told so her entire life, and even now at thirty eight she still garnered attention from almost any man she came into contact with. She was tall, five feet eleven with long wavy black hair which fell over her breasts and hazel green eyes that were magnified with the glasses she wore. She was dressed in a blue denim knee length button up dress, with a wide waist belt and had changed out her cowboy boots for tennis shoes earlier in the day. She still was active, work on the ranch, riding horses, playing sports with her kids all which kept her in shape. As she walked the wind blew the dress tight against her body emphasizing her small but firm breasts and curvy hips

Smoothing her dress down against the wind she knelt down at the edge of a blanket, the only female in the group Karen had provide, crossing her legs under her. Across from her sitting on a picnic table bench was Andrew, the guy who had waved her over, Marcus an engineer who had been with them about a year from Texas, and Sean another fresh faced kid right out of college who was probably the only African American in the plant. She could feel all three of them follow her legs as she held her skirt down and knelt by Karen.

She still felt a bit ill at ease among them, partially of her upbringing in the small town where outsiders took years to integrate themselves into the community and partially because she knew maybe one out of the group would stay in the community after a few years, but she listened intently to their conversations. She wasn’t totally oblivious to the world outside of her town and successfully blended into their discussion about current events, Karen handed her a beer from a cooler that they had brought, obviously to supplement the dwindling supply of alcohol supplied by the company.

“Thank you,” Alice said, taking a sip from the sweet cold drink, “this must be your husband.” Karen responded, introducing the tall, skinny man standing next to her as Alan, she smiled at the man but her attention was turned to the three young men perched on the bench. As she continued to chat with Karen, a heavy blond woman with several tattoos she glanced across the blanket towards the three men. Sean and Marcus had picked up on their topic of conversation, but she noticed that Andrew was still fixated on her legs. As he noticed her glance he met her eyes and she noticed how blue his eyes were. He held her gaze, emitting an air of confidence that made her shift slightly against the foot she was sitting on. Blushing, she looked away, hoping that Karen had not noticed her distraction.

 

[StoryTime87]

Andrew couldn't believe that he was in this situation again. The sounds of the grill filled the air with crackles and pops as meat drippings fell into white hot coals. A red plastic cup in his hand filled with golden liquid as he watched people roll away an empty keg. Around him was a faint murmuring of people boasting how they spent hundreds of dollars in fireworks this year in efforts of besting their neighbors. Yup, he was back in a small town again.

Growing up in such a town wasn't a bad thing. Andrew Stevens grew up in a small town in northern Texas. His father drove an hour and a half to get into Dallas for his manufacturing job, while his mother stayed at home with him. He could see that it was tough work for his father, and was motivated to get a better life for himself. To build upon his father's sacrifices and make a better life for himself, the American dream. So he buckled down in high school and graduated top 10 in his class and was to the engineering program at the University of Texas in Austin. He had to avoid the cult of football to do this though, which didn't help him much for popularity, and chose to do wrestling instead to keep himself in shape. Not to mention a leg up on surviving his two older brothers.

Austin was the first taste of a larger town and he was hooked. After four years in Austin, Andrew was accepted to Columbia University in NY for graduate school. It seemed that hard work does pay off. Even in Austin, life revolved around football, but now in New York his horizons were blown wide open. He made friends of all colors and was drug around to their favorite restaurants. To pay for living expenses, he took a job moving boxes in a warehouse on the weekends. It helped him focus on something physical giving his mind a bit of a break from the daily grind. It also kept him in fairly good shape; his five ten frame was filled out with broad shoulders and a firm core.

Girls seemed attracted to his stocky Texan roots; it was probably a nice escape from all of the skinny hipsters that ran around New York. Most conservatism he was accustomed to seemed to not exist. Before graduating from school, he had a thing going on with a tiny bisexual Asian name Sarah. She was submissive to a fault, loved being tied up, couldn't get enough. Andrew thought such things were for porn and movies, but she unlocked a bit of the desire within him. Though who could resist when such erotic noises escaped her lips as he threw her around for his pleasure. While they never really defined their relationship, whenever he's back in NY, he'd give her a call and she seemed to always be single. He never wanted to press the issue though; she was far too immature for anything serious.

As the sun fell, Andrew could feel the sun beaming down on him. Wearing a fitted green polo and dark navy jeans, held up with a plain black belt, probably wasn't the best choice he made today. He brushed his hand against his forehead and ran his fingers through his short dark hair. While taking a swig out of his plastic cup, Andrew's eyes glanced at Marcus who was in a lively conversation with Sean. Marcus was a friend of his from college at UT. After graduating from Columbia, Marcus called him up one day and let him know of an opening at the company and that was that. He was eternally grateful to Marcus for getting him this job; his immense school loans were going to kick in soon and his other jobs offers were a bit lack luster. The company knew there was a premium to try and attract talent to such a small town.

Marcus's elbow jabbed him in the side, popping Andrew out of his thoughts. "Look, Alice is here", Marcus murmured. "I'm telling you guys, she's the hottest chick in our office." Andrew turned to see a stunning older woman walking across the park and he couldn't disagree with Marcus even if she was his boss. While he appreciated the tomboys that usually populate small towns, she held a sense of elegance that he missed from his time in NY. Her resume was impressive, it seemed like she she got what she aimed for and kept on moving up the corporate ladder. He waved to catch her attention and it seemed to work as she started walking towards them.

Andrew took the chance to look her over as he hasn't interacted with her much at work yet. Sure they talked every so often but always in a work environment; he wondered if she was any different elsewhere. Long dark locks wrapped a feminine face and rested atop her breasts. Her chest was a bit smaller then most women around here, but even after two kids, they held up nicely. His eyes traced her curves, pausing for a second at her curvy hips. Andrew always appreciated a nice set of hips which usually meant her backside was nice and plentiful as well; a gripe he had with Sarah. While her sexual personality was a wonderful experience, she lacked some of the physical endowments that Alice had. During Alice's walk towards them, her legs took center stage. Long, and lithe, it was evident that she took care of herself.

When Alice arrived, she took a seat in front of them next to Karen, another one of his coworkers. Andrew kept his gaze upon her, a sense of lust building within his loins. It has been a couple months since he started and he didn't have much luck at the local bars. He didn't fit in these small towns before and it doesn't seem like much as changed. Actually it's seemed a bit worse after telling them he recently came from New York which usually incited looks of disgust.

As Alice turned her head, noticing his gaze upon her smooth legs, he locked his gaze upon her shining hazel eyes. While probably inappropriate at work, this was a social function which he rationalized as a chance to appreciate her beauty. A smile grew on his face as he saw her turn back towards Karen, noticing a shade of rose growing on her cheeks.

When there was a break in Alice's and Karen's conversation, he took the chance to make a jab at her. "Seems like you're nursing that beer like a pro." Andrew proclaimed as he finished the last of the beer in his cup. "I thought you small town folk could drink circles around city folk." He gave Alice a quick little wink as he looked over to Karen and extended his hand. "Karen, could you pass me another beer?"

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice continued her conversation with Karen, but out of the corner of her eye she kept glancing towards the men sitting on the bench, Andrew in particular. She slowly drank her beer, a shandy that was popular summer release, as the rest of the group continued to drink. As they sat, she noticed that the rest of the party disperse, and it was soon down to just her group. She took another swallow of her beer and found her attention was back on Andrew.

He noticed her, giving her a mischievous smile and said, remnants of a Texas accent tingeing the words, "Seems like you're nursing that beer like a pro." She gaped at him, his boldness shocking her. Seeing her reaction he continued, "I thought you small town folk could drink circles around city folk." Before she could think of a retort was already asking Karen for another beer. Reactively she watched as Karen tossed him another bottle, and rummaged around for another shandy which she handed to Alice.

“Here you go boss,” the woman said, her tone slightly condescending as if she picked up on Andrew’s jab. To Andrew she replied, “I know us girls from Kansas can keep up with you city boys.”

Alice listened to the two poke jabs at each for a moment, she was pleased that this group was melding so cohesively, she only wished she could get both groups; the longer term employees and this new group to interact together. Even as the bickered back and forth she found her attention drawn to Andrew, there was something him that drew him in. She wasn’t sure if it was the combination of accents; Texan and New Yorker or the way he seemed to dominate the group, the two guys sitting on the bench deferred to him and even Karen and her husband seemed to be drawn to him. He was definitely the leader among this clique.

He had been recommended to her by a colleague in the corporate office outside of New York. She remembered the words that had described him, when she was informed that they were forwarding his application. ‘Hire this guy, we see great potential.’ She even now wondered if he was connected to someone at corporate or if he simply impressed them like he had done her the last few months. He had never been condescending with her, not directly, and had completed his work in a very efficient manner, however she had been less than impressed with the feedback from the other employees about his attitude. Knowing the people in New York, she could see why they were impressed, he didn’t let anything stand in his way of getting things done.

Without realizing it she had realized that she had drank her second beer much more quickly than the first one. This time is was Andrew who reached across and handed her a third ice cold bottle, his smile was flirtatious and she smiled back when his fingers brushed against hers during the exchange. “There you go Alice,” he remarked, “Now you’re catching up.”

She knew she shouldn’t take the third beer, after two she had started to feel tipsy, but she took a long swallow anyways, her eyes studying him over the bottle as he continued to smile at her. Looking away, she glanced over her shoulder hoping she could see her cousin or another friend so she could catch a ride to the bar where her husband was surely by now. The rest of the park was deserted.

Karen and her husband stood up, and after helping Alice to her feet began to pack up the blanket. Handing out the remainder of the beers to the three guys sitting at the table, she waved goodbye and said, “See y’all on Monday, don’t get in too much trouble.”

Alice watched the couple leave, realizing that she was the only woman left with the three men. Hiding her sudden discomfort with another swig of beer she walked around the table to sit on the bench opposite of them. She was aware of all three pairs of eyes following her as she walked. She sat across from Andrew, her legs off the edge of the bench and quickly finished her beer. Nervously, she said, “I’m probably going to have to get going too. I need to meet my husband at Shooters.”

“No problem, boss,” Marcus replied, “We were thinking about heading to Sterling, and hitting the club.” Sterling was a college town about fifty miles away, which also was the closest large town in the area.

“Ok… then,” she said awkwardly, not sure what to say. Standing up she set the empty beer bottle on the table, “I’ll see the three of you on Monday then. “ She paused a moment, thinking about the six block uphill trek to the bar where her husband was carousing with their friends. The boom of thunder echoed and she glanced to the west, a large thunderhead darkening the dusky sky.

“Uh… I don’t suppose I could get a ride to the bar could I?” With that she blushed, a flash of embarrassment seared through her at the idea of having to ask these guys to give her a ride. She saw that there were still two vehicles parked in the parking lot and hoped that one of them would have room for her before the storm hit.

 

[StoryTime87]

Andrew felt his vision stray towards Alice throughout the afternoon though he doubted anyone would blame him. He couldn't say he was eager when he first walked into the building but that changed when he arrived in Alice's office. While she was a bit of a stereotype with her husband, kids and Tahoe, her demeanor was an oasis in the corporate environment.

Other department heads jockeyed for position with games and tricks, but Alice worked her way into position with hard work and results; Andrew admired her for her methods. She ran a tight ship; there weren't any on the team that didn't pull their weight. If they didn't, Andrew eventually noticed that he hadn't seen them in some time. If that caused some resentment from employees towards her, Andrew couldn't tell.

But today, for the first time, Andrew did notice that Alice emitted a small aura of vulnerability. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the awkwardness between manager and employee, Andrew couldn't tell but it did bring a coy smile to his face. He knew that she was human and had her own problems but it was refreshing to see another side of the calm, cool, collected woman she portrayed in the office. In his gut, a desire of to see more of this side of Alice started to brew.

Andrew started to notice the park emptying as Karen and her husband stood up and began packing to leave. Alice seemed a bit unstable as she stood up and patted down her dress; Andrew watched as her soft hands traversed her body as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her denim dress before walking to the other side of the bench.

He looked her over as she sat and finished off the rest of her beer; her smooth legs dangling daintily to the side of the wood bench. Andrew could hear the nervousness in her voice as she explained how she needed to meet up with her husband. Maybe she has something on her mind, Andrew wondered as Marcus explained their original plan of heading to a club in Sterling.

Fifty miles was a long ways away though and Andrew realized that the incoming storm wasn't going to make the night any better. Andrew didn't bring the incoming storm up as he didn't want to be a buzz kill.

Andrew's ears perked up when Alice hesitantly asked for a ride. He looked at here to see her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and alcohol. It seemed that she was having a bit of trouble holding down that last beer he handed her as she stood there slightly wavering side to side. He let out a chuckle as he piped up, "Alice, I can give you a lift." She didn't seem to object to his offer and nodded her head.

"I don't want to be stuck outside of a club with that storm about to roll through," he explained as he turned to the men. "Though I bet you guys can pull a couple wet club rats," Andrew said with a knowing smile towards them. While Andrew would love to get rid of the sexual tension building within, he felt a bit guilty for passing those beers to her and chiding her on. She didn't seem to be in the mood to *go drink more with her husband at Shooters but at least he could make her trip over there comfortable.

"Suit yourself. See you guys on Monday." Marcus said with a bit of a coy smile as he looked at Andrew and Alice before he and Sean started off to the cars ahead of them.

Andrew got up from the bench and walked forward as Alice walked up aside from him. Without much advanced though, Andrew placed his left hand on the small of her back as they walked to help stabilize her tipsy state. Or at least that was his reasoning as his fingers brushed lightly across her denim skirt, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric from time to time. They walked together in a bit of awkward silence; Andrew not knowing exactly what to say to her.

They reached Andrew's car and got in. Andrew turned his head and looked out the window as he watched Marcus and Sean drive off seemingly trying to beat the storm to Sterling. His hands found the key in his pocket and turned on the ignition as he slowly rotated his head forward. His hand reached for the gear stick but instead felt the sensation of smooth skin sending a jolt of energy through his body. He turned his head towards Alice to see his right hand landed on her exposed thigh; the tips of his fingers resting on the hem of her skirt.

Andrew didn't acknowledge his mistake; his hand remained on her supple thigh. Instead he went with it and slipped the tips of his fingers underneath the hem of her skirt. His member stiffened and pressed against the fabric of his jeans as he gazed into her telling hazel orbs that seemed to be lacking something. She was missing from her life. "Where are we going again, Alice?"

 

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Alice looked between the three men; even though she felt a bit embarrassed begging a ride from her employees, the combination of the drinks she had injected and the darkening sky had her hoping that one of them would indulge her. So when Andrew chivalrously piped up, announcing that he would give her a ride she felt a sigh of relief. As he turned to his friends, explaining his concerns with their plan she turned with a shy smile. His final statement though, sent a strange tingle through her as she heard the words of encouragement he imparted to his friends.

‘Did they think all country girls were easy?’ she thought to herself. As she thought about it she knew that many of her friends had been unfaithful on their husbands or boyfriends. A lot of the women she knew had marriages similar to hers, and more than a couple had indulged in a one night stand while out of town for one reason or another. As she looked back to the group she saw Marcus and Sean had already started to Sean’s car, a black BMW. As she watched them both enter the car and catching sight of Karen’s Honda already making a left turn on the main road, she realized she was alone with Andrew.

She felt his hand against her back, steadying her. She didn’t feel that drunk, but as he guided her to his car she knew that she had drank a couple of drinks too many. Several of her friends had told her that the lemonade and beer mixture was brewed a bit stronger than the normal wine cooler or beer that she normally drank and as she began to walk she felt the effect of the alcohol; as she stumbled on a loose rock in the park, she was silently thankful for the pressure of his hand, even when it seemed to stray a bit lower, his pinky finger on the waistband of her skirt.

She gave him a thankful smile as he opened the door and helped her into the passenger seat. Glancing up she saw his eyes were focused down the front of her blouse and she blushed, quickly turning to face the front of the car. As he walked around the front she studied his movements. Her eyes were drawn to the way his jeans molded to his ass, and she swallowed, looking up towards the darkening sky. A tingle went through her as he slid into the bucket seat on the driver’s side. In the confines of the sports car, she could smell his cologne, which by this time in the day was barely disguising his natural manly scent.

He was silent as he deftly manipulated the key into the ignition slot. Again her attention was focused on this simple act as she watched his strong hands guide they key. Glancing up she saw that his attention was drawn to the taillights of his friend’s car, which had headed south, peeling out at the stop sign as it sped away. She felt a stab of guilt, knowing that she had probably ruined his chance to get laid. ‘Though,’ she told herself, ‘I highly doubt he has much trouble picking up women.’

He started the engine, the rumble of the V-8 muted by the car’s excellent soundproofing. She felt his hand come to rest on her thigh. Thinking that he had probably just misjudged the location of the shifting lever she waited for him to move his hand. Instead of correcting himself his fingers traced the hem of her skirt slowly probing under the thick edge of material and brushing up and under the denim cloth.

When she looked up, ready to confront him, she met his eyes. Even in the dimming light, she noticed how deep and blue they were. She felt her face warm in embarrassment, even as her body tingled to his touch. She held his gaze, delving deeper into his startling blue orbs and felt her body react to his attention. Her crotch was warm and felt wet against the gusset of her cotton panties as the intimacy of the situation; her body tingled at the thought of being aroused by this much younger man only agitated her more.

He broke the silence as he asked his voice completely innocent as if he didn’t realize where his hand had landed. "Where are we going again, Alice?"

She almost uttered the words ‘to bed,’ but caught her thought before she could blurt out the words. Sometimes she spoke before she thought, but was thankful that this time she had caught herself. Instead she stammered out, “To… my husband, he’s at the bar… the one out on the highway on the east side of town.”

Even as she spoke she glanced down, breaking his gaze. Instead of distracting her from her arousal, she found her eyes were now focused below the steering wheel, as she searched his crotch for evidence of his own arousal. Her nipples hardened in arousal, throbbing against the fabric of her bra, as she wondered about his sex; she had only seen her husband’s cock, well and her three brothers, but they didn’t count. She had often wondered about cheating on her husband while they were dating and he was miles away from the state college, but had never gone past the kissing stage with a boy before returning and getting married. Now though, she wondered how much different one man was from another.

She thought she saw a bulge forming in the front of his pants, and even as she stared toward him, she felt his fingers slowly climb under her skirt, his nails sliding against her soft skin as he ran the back of his hand along her thigh. The heat between her legs caused her to shift slightly in her seat and she found herself leaning towards him. She felt confused, enjoying his touch and reveling in the tension that was building between them; the tiny cockpit of the car seemed to force her closer to him, even though she realized that there still was at least a foot of space between them.

Even though the air circulating in the car was cool from the air conditioner, Alice felt flushed and warm. She could hear her heart thump in her chest and wondered if he heard it too. A question flashed through Alice’s mind, as she realized the effect of the alcohol had been seemingly burned away. ‘What was his interest in her?”

 

[StoryTime87]

Maybe it was the comfort of the bucket seat of his navy blue Dodge Charger. Maybe it was the alcohol that coursed through his veins from the afternoon's festivities. Maybe it was Alice's hazel eyes, framed by her glasses; a thin wire frame that rested daintily on her nose. Andrew was unusually comfortable, sitting there in close proximity to his boss. The lack of protest slightly surprised him, and gave him the confidence to keep his hand on her thigh and revel in her warmth.

He noticed the faint lines that spread from the edge of her eyes and other soft lines at the edge of her mouth. Andrew knew Alice was older, he would've guessed she was early to mid thirties, but he didn't mind. In New York, he was mainly exposed to younger undergrads; from experience, their indecisiveness took a toll. With her demeanor at work, Alice made him especially curious about her preferences in bed; it would be refreshing to bed a woman that knew what she wanted, what she desired.

She began to answer her question, but Andrew was currently lost in her features; his member was swollen in arousal and pressed against the fabric of his pants which was desperately trying to hold it in line.. Below her glasses, her rosy cheeks seemed to glow. Her mouth moved with each word she spoke, her plush lips caused Andrew to shift in his seat as his cock throbbed in its confines. The desire to capture those plump luscious lips within his own grew within him along with the desire to delicately trace them with his thumb and watch it wrap around his digit.

These feeling caused Andrew to inch his hand forward along her supple, creamy flesh. He considered that Alice was just warm from being out in the sun all afternoon, but he felt a distinct difference as he delicately inched towards her sex. This feeling was one he missed; he wanted to lunge forward and capture her puffy mound in his hand, to know if he wasn't imagining things. Thankfully he still had his mind, and instead lightly gripped her thigh as the tip of his middle finger brushed the hem of her panties causing him to lean towards her, a mere foot away.

That was until the word 'husband' registered in his mind and not 'my place', 'your place', or any myriad of words that Andrew desired in that moment. A sigh escaped his lips as he remembered she was indeed married which caused the tension that was building with in him to slightly dissipate. In this state he wouldn't reject any advances but to him it seems Alice drew a boundary. He slid his hand out from under her skirt and lightly tugged the thick edge of her denim dress towards her knee. His eyes held a slightly disappointing look as his hand desired to go back to the warmth of her body.

He turned forward and sat up straight in his seat as he brushed his right hand through his hair; the faint musk of Alice's body ran through his nose to his delight. It caused him to adjust the stiff rod in his pants. Andrew unconsciously thrust his hips against his palm; his body desperate to get the sensation it needed.

Placing his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right on the stick shift, he placed the car into first gear and began to exit the parking lot. The Charger growled to life and lurched forward towards the road. As he approached the on ramp for the only highway in town, he spoke while he kept his eyes on the road. "You'll have to let me know where to exit.". His voice had a hint of a command and had an undertone of sexual frustration; He didn't expect Alice to give a response. "Usually Sean picks me up when we go out to the bar.", he said quickly after to soften his previous statement, realizing he was unfairly taking his frustrations out on her. It wasn't her fault he struck out often in this town.

A few minutes of silence went by between them as they cruised along the road; the faint growl of the engine and a murmur coming from the radio. Andrew took a glance at Alice sitting in the seat before he spoke in a gentle voice. "You know Alice, you're husband is a crazy man for letting a beautiful woman like you out of his sights. Not saying that I would keep you on a tight leash." Unless she wanted to, he thought. "But I'd make sure you weren't stranded in a park surrounded by horny young men", he said with a coy wink.

 

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Alice felt her heard pound in her chest; the proximity to Andrew, the way she caught his eyes watch her talk, even his scent, sweat from the heat of the day and the soft cloying scent of his subtle cologne all made her body sing with need. She could tell by the way his body shifted and his hand subconsciously dropped down to disguise his own arousal. Again she wondered what was turning him on, was it because she was his boss, did he think her sexy, or was he just hard up from not having fit into the closed community where he lived. She sat still, her body telling her to close the distance between them, feel his lips brush against hers, but her mind kept reminding her that she was married, maybe not the greatest relationship, but still married.

Her skin tingled as his hand continued to inch up her thigh, she knew she should stop it, but the electricity from his touch continued to drive her libido. However she felt a sense of dread that his fingers would actually brush against her sex, dreaded him discover how wet she had become from his touch. As she felt his fingers find the hem of her panties, she took in a sharp breath, holding it in a combination of anticipation and dread. Then just as she was sure he was going to discover the damp spot in the cotton gusset of her panties, he drew his hand back.

She let her breath out, slowly not sure if it was disappointment or relief. He turned away, breaking the spell he had over her. She detected a flicker of frustration in his eyes as he ran the fingers of the hand that had just been up her skirt through his hair, mussing it. She found the slightly disheveled result endearing, sexy but she felt that the moment had passed. She continued to look at his profile, the orange glow of the dashboard illuminating his face and sending a reflection back onto the lenses of her glasses. He reached down again with his right hand, this time firmly grasping the handle of the shifter.

She looked away, embarrassed, ‘now he must think of me as desperate’ she thought as he carefully took the turn out of the parking lot and onto the street, punching the accelerator and making the sports cars engine roar. "You'll have to let me know where to exit." He said his words curt as they headed towards the stoplight.

She turned away, her head down, ashamed of her actions as they sped out of the parking lot. She thought he might have glanced in her direction because his next words were softer. "Usually Sean picks me up when we go out to the bar."

“Yeah… sure, take a right at the light,” she said softly, still studying the dark floor of the passenger side of the car. “It's about ten blocks down on the left, the old run down looking building, I imagine you guys go to the hotel lounge, it’s a bit more trendy. “ She finished, now turning her head to glance out the window.

They drove silently through the dimly lit street, passing a couple of fast food restaurants, the Wal-Mart and several banks. She continued to stare out at the passing businesses, places that she had frequented her whole life. She couldn't think of anything to say, anything that wouldn't make her look like a desperate woman trapped in this small town. In the reflection from the lights she could see his profile still, the lights making it shimmer, but she could still make out his handsome features.

Thankfully he broke the silence. The frustration seemed to have left his voice as his words brought her head away from the window. "You know Alice; your husband is a crazy man for letting a beautiful woman like you out of his sights. Not saying that I would keep you on a tight leash." He said, pausing a moment. She smiled, picking up on his flirtatious comments, though his next comment gave her a pause. "But I'd make sure you weren't stranded in a park surrounded by horny young men"

“Uhm…” she tried to think of a response, normally she would have been offended by his comment, but something deep in her felt her libido begin to rise in response to his frankness. Fortunately the lights of the bar spilled over, the gaudy neon sign spilled light over onto the road in front of them. “Turn here,” she said, a sense of relief washed over her. She had a feeling that if the ride continued any longer she would have uttered almost the same statement.

As he pulled into the crowded lot, she scanned the parked vehicles for her own green Tahoe. She looked from vehicle to vehicle, but did not see her car parked in the lot. ‘Shit’, she thought, ‘where in the hell could he have gone.’ She caught Andrew looking at her, as frustration set in on her face. “Dammit,” she uttered, realizing that she had said it out loud. Turning to Andrew she said, “I don’t see the car.” As he pulled to a stop outside of the entrance, she started to rummage around in her purse for her cell phone. “I don’t see him here,” she explained to Andrew, her thumb moving along the screen as she searched for her husband’s phone number. Tapping on the phone, she heard the call begin to ring.

She turned, giving him a weak smile as the phone continued its annoying sound. Once, twice, with no answer, finally her husband’s voice came over the line, she immediately knew it was his voice mail and the words “Hi, you've reached Steve’s phone. I can’t get your call but please…”

Her thumb flicked the end call square on the screen and she said to Andrew. “I’m sorry Andrew; I don’t think he’s here. Could you please wait for me to run in and see if anyone inside knows where he went?”

Without waiting for his response she opened the door to the car. The rain had picked up now and she rushed across the broken parking lot to the door emblazoned with a big sign that said “No One Under 21 Allowed”. By the time she pushed open the heavy door her blue denim dress was soaked. She looked back before sliding through the opening, the look on her face one of desperation, hoping that he wouldn't leave her stranded at the dive.

Rushing through the bar, she looked around for familiar faces. While she knew almost everyone in the establishment, she didn’t see anyone that her husband might have sat with for a drink; their usual crowd seemed absent. When her eyes fell on one man, she thought she knew the reason why. At a by the dart board a group of boisterous younger men were playing darts, and in the center was a man that she knew her husband had had issues with In the past. While Steve wasn’t shy about fighting, he at least had enough sense to try to avoid the situation. She headed over to the bar and confirmed with the waitress her suspicions of her husband and his friends moving their party to another location.

Exiting the bar, she was relieved to see Andrew’s blue Charger still idling a few feet from the door. Again, she felt a torrent of rain a she closed the distance, pulling the heavy car door open. She climbed in the seat, her temper showing on her face as she slammed the car door shut. “I’m so sorry, Andrew. It looks like they have gone to the bar in Peyton. I don’t’ know why the son of a bitch didn’t call me or at least stop by.”

Glancing at Andrews face she saw a blank look, and she realized, much to her chagrin that he probably didn't even know of the small village’s existence. She clarified, her tone softening, “Sorry, it’s a small town about twenty miles west, they have a small tavern there. If you want…” she hesitated not happy with her choices, “you could drop me off at my Moms. My kids were going to spend the night there, but I can get them, borrow a car and head home. ” Then she dropped her voice and said under her breath, “I doubt that bastard is going to be home anytime soon.”

 

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A smile took over Andrew's mouth as Alice flustered over his comment. This was a side of her he never would've thought existed from the collected woman he knew from the office. Before he could take another playful jab at her though, neon lights spilled out on the road in front of them and he heard Alice direct him to turn into the lot.

He drove slowly as he entered the lot to let Alice scan the cars. He heard an expletive escape her mouth and took a glance at her elegant face. It slowly was overtaken with frustration as she scanned the crowded space; visibility was getting even worse as the rain started to pick up. There were many things that would look good on her face, but frustration wasn't one of them, he thought.

Andrew maneuvered his Charger to the curb near the entrance of the bar. He wished he knew what to do, what to say to make her situation better but nothing came to his mind. He sat there looking at her, silently, as she explained how she didn't think he was here and began to dial his number. She gave him a weak smile as the phone rang and he returned it with a gentle smile, wanting to express that he understood. The phone seemed to ring endlessly until a male voice filled the air. Andrew's ears perked as her husband's voice came out of her phone and he looked at her excitedly. Though when she didn't get excited and her husband's voice began the voicemail greeting, his excitement for her dwindled into a shared disappointment in her husband.

As she ended the call, she explained that she was going to rush into the bar to look for him. Before he could stop her to volunteer his services, Alice exited the car and dashed through the sheets of rain towards the entrance of the bar. As she passed under one of the street lamps in the parking lot, her denim dress turned into a deep navy blue as it soaked up the rain. Her hair was damp and parts stuck to her face as he watched her turn to look towards him in desperation before entering the bar.

When Alice disappeared through the doors of the bar, Andrew took a deep breath and relaxed. Alice and her demeanor tonight was all he could think about. She seemed so flustered with his flirtatious comments; unusually so for a woman with her looks. Surely she gets hit on constantly, he thought. If she was in NY, she would get cat calls every time she walked past a construction site. Thinking a bit longer, he realized that this was the small town she grew up in; everyone knew about her and her husband which would probably be enough of a deterrent. This lead Andrew to wonder if she had even been with another man before. Someone who has managed to catch a fish of her caliber should be a bit more appreciative, he thought. Though he didn't know their relationship so he wasn't in a position to say anything.

After ten minutes passed, Andrew saw the door open and Alice stumble out. He could make out a grimace on her face as she ran through the torrent and opened up his passenger door. He gave her a bit of a blank look as she explained that her husband wasn't there and might've gone to a bar in Peyton. Wherever that was.

Her tone softened as she explained where Peyton was located and Andrew could see the disappointment flush over her visage. It was actually a pitiful sight to see. Her dark hair was damp and matted, framing her face. The top of her denim dress was soaked through and clung to small pert breasts; her nipples poking the thick fabric as the car's air conditioner blew against her soaked body. Noticing this Andrew reached over to turn the air off. Although she resembled a wet cat, her natural beauty shone through and caused his member to swell within it's confines. This was no way to end what was supposed to be a fun day, he thought.

Andrew considered the option she explained, but he knew going to her mom's wasn't the best option for her. "I have a better idea," he exclaimed as he got up out of his seat and leaned in between their seats to reach for his duffle bag in the back seat behind Alice. If he wasn't so focused on reaching the bag, he might have noticed how the bulge in his pants caused by his engorged member pressed into her shoulder. But instead he began to unzip the bag and pulled out a towel.

He brought the towel up to his nose and took a big whiff. Today was one of his workout days at the gym and he went straight to the party afterwards. The towel smelled of his strong musk with a hint of his woody cologne and was damp. A bit of embarrassment flushed his face as he shimmied back into the seat with the towel on his lap; a bit of shame coursed through his body as this was the only thing he could offer to assuage her string of difficulties tonight. "Here," he said as he placed the towel in her lap. "Sorry it's a bit damp from my shower earlier, but you should dry off your head before you get sick." He gave her an earnest smile as he explained further while he watched her tousle the towel through her damp hair, "Things would crash and burn at work without you there, Alice. I greatly admire your work ethic... among other things."

As she finished using the towel on her hair, Andrew noticed the droplets of water on her glasses. He reached over and gently plucked the thin wire glasses off of her face. He continued to smile at her as he lowered them to his shirt and slowly dried them off not wanting to scratch the lens. His voice was gentle as he continued to explain his thoughts. "I think we should get you home and out of those wet clothes," he said while giving her a flirtatious wink. "You're not in a state to drive in this storm, especially with kids in tow. You'd have to borrow a car and return it the next day too; I bet your mom can keep them for the night." He finished wiping the droplets her glasses and leaned towards her to place them on her face.

With each word, his voice began to quiet into a whisper. "Forget about your bastard husband," he said as a grin spread across his face as he heard what she muttered under her breath. "You can still have an enjoyable night. You can draw yourself a nice hot bath." He was mere inches from her face as he rested the thin wire frame on her the bridge of her nose. He paused debating if he really wanted to say the next words. He knew that he shouldn't, but the feeling within his loins and the hammering of his heart beat said otherwise. "And if you're lonely, I can keep you company," his voice barely a whisper.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice kept her head down, as she contemplated the situation. Here she was stuck in town with no vehicle. Her own home was outside of the city limits about fifteen miles; a new home, she and her husband had had built when they first got married. She had biked the distance many times, but as she glanced at the clock on the dashboard, and saw it was already half past nine, she knew that walking wasn’t an option, especially with the storm that was now raging outside of the car. Realizing she was soaking wet, she turned to Andrew to apologize for the mess she was making in the seat.

As she shifted to face him, she became acutely aware of the temperature inside of the vehicle. The air condition was blowing at full blast, and she felt her body reacting to the cold air. The vents blew the frigid air directly across the front of her dress, which combined with the wet damp material plastered to her body made her skin goosebump and her nipples harden against her damp bra. As she turned, hoping he hadn’t noticed the little bumps in the denim, to ask him to turn it down, she saw he was already adjusting the controls, and the air stopped blowing from the vent.

“Thank you,” she said her voice soft and subdued, “I was getting rather chilly.”

His nodded and smiled and as she reached up wipe the water from her forehead he said, his body already turning as he reached into the back seat,” I have a better idea.” When he turned back around, he had a towel in his hand, which he placed quickly in her lap.

“Here he said thickly, and she smiled at him, her hazel eyes sparkling with gratitude. The blush that reddened his cheeks told her that he had more than likely used this towel, but she accepted it gratefully, and as her hand rested on it she noted that it was still damp. Still, she picked it up and started by running it through her hair, drying her black locks. The towel was intoxicating, a combination of synthetic and natural scents; his cologne, his soap, and underlying the artificial scents the smell of him. "Sorry it's a bit damp from my shower earlier, but you should dry off your head before you get sick." He directed her and she could tell by the way his voice came to her that he was watching her. She felt the desire for him that she had felt earlier begin to rise up again.

As she finished with her hair, she let the towel slide along her face, breathing him in. Next to her she heard him change the subject, his compliment giving her a boost to her ego, which was currently on a downward slope. Dropping the towel again into his lap, she started to turn to him again, ready to tell him to please drive him to her mothers. As she turned, he reached up, his fingers brushing her face as he gently removed her glasses from her face and began to dry the water specked lenses on his shirt. Her eyes followed the motion of his hands as he began to speak, but not before she caught his wink.

"You're not in a state to drive in this storm, especially with kids in tow. You'd have to borrow a car and return it the next day too; I bet your mom can keep them for the night." She was fixated on his fingers, gently running his green polo’s shirt tail along her glasses. When he finished she saw that he was going to set them back on her face, and as his hands moved upwards, the glasses turned so that he could slide him on her face, she leaned forward slowly, wanting to feel his touch again.

As the earpiece touched the side of her face, she stopped, letting him slide them across the tops of her ears. He was careful not to catch the backing of the piercing she had in the upper arc of her ear. As the glasses were gently located on her face he spoke, his voice growing softer and huskier as he worked at his task. "You can still have an enjoyable night. You can draw yourself a nice hot bath."

His voice was soothing, and even as he spoke the words she could picture her large tub, water up to her neck, the jets gently caressing her skin. Then as his finger grazed her cheek, just under her eye, she could almost feel those same fingers working the knot in her back. He paused, as if unsure what to say next. She was about to respond, tell him how wonderful the idea was when he finished, this time his voice rushed and quiet. "And if you're lonely, I can keep you company,"

His words sent her mind into a tailspin. How had he known what she was thinking? Then just as quickly she wondered how she could have even thought of him, in the bath with her. His eyes flickered in the light of the dashboard of the car, but his finger remained against her cheekbone. She felt her pulse quicken as she contemplated the effects of her next sentence. Briefly she thought that his sentence was strictly innocent, a platonic gesture, but she knew it wasn’t; and she knew she didn’t want it to be.

She shifted slightly, feeling her bra slide across her nipples. She knew that it was no longer the temperature in the car that was affecting her, because she felt her temperature rise as her heart thumped in her chest. Suddenly she realized that her left hand had come to rest on his right, pressing the back of his hand against her cheek.

“Take a right out of the parking lot,” she said huskily, not verbally committing, but she knew her body language was speaking for her. “About ten miles out there is a paved county road going to the north. My house is about five miles up that road. It’s hard to miss, there aren’t a lot of homes out there.”

Their eyes met, the unspoken communication between them filling the cockpit of the vehicle. She felt his hand draw away from her cheek, and she let it go, only to follow up by pressing it on top of it again as he gripped the shifter. Without thinking her left hand reached behind her, pulling the seatbelt between her breasts and locking it into place. The pressure of the belt pressed her wet dress against her body, but she still felt flushed and warm. Only after pulling behind the squat ugly building that was the bar Shooters, and punching the gas as he took a right turn out of the parking lot, did he break their gaze, instead concentrating on the dials and gauges of the dashboard.

As they sped through the night, the rain beating a rhythmic tattoo on the window, Alice continued to study Andrew’s profile. She could already feel the day’s stubble, that went along his jaw line, against her lips, and she felt the towel, still in her lap with her right hand. Resisting the urge to lift it to her nose, recapture his scent, she finally broke away, instead staring out the passenger window.

As lightening flashed she could make out the fences that whipped by as Andrew deftly drove the automobile. The road was windy and the car shifted down as they climbed the hill up the plateau where she lived. At the top it was smooth and straight, and she glanced ahead for a land mark to give him plenty of warning where to turn. She didn’t glance at the speedometer, but the way the car seemed to float on the road, she knew they were going fast.

“Andrew, the turn is in about half a mile.” She proclaimed, seeing the flash of a mailbox whiz by. Her heart was thumping again, as she hoped he would be able to slow down enough to make the turn. She was thankful that the State Police or the Sheriff’s rarely patrolled this road, as she felt as much in a hurry to get to her home as she was sure Andrew was. Without incident, he navigated the turn, onto the narrower county road.

“It can be a bit rough, you might want to take it a little bit slower,” she cautioned as he again punched the accelerator pushing the big sports car’s engine. She risked a glance at him, and saw his grin. He seemed so young and she felt herself begin to question her decision. Pressing her left hand harder on his right, she resolved to see what played out.

In the distance, she could make out the light over the barn, a beacon in the storm. “It’s on the left, where you see that bright light,” she informed him, and as they turned off the road and into the gravel driveway of her home, she looked towards the dark house, half hoping that Steve was already home and half hoping that he wasn’t. Andrew drew up in front of the three car garage, its white doors all closed, hiding the contents. He pushed the shifter forward, her hand carried away by the motion.
She saw him turn to her, his silhouette backlit from the light over the barn contrasting with the colored light from the dashboard. His eyes asked the question; the one that she had been contemplating the whole drive. Again, her conscious fought with itself, she knew that she should stop what was about to happen, knew that she was putting herself in. On the other side, her body was telling her to push forward, she wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted to smell him as he held her in close, wanted to feel his lips against her skin. She felt her temperature rise with desire, felt herself become aroused between her legs, and finally, against all sense, she whispered, “Please, Andrew. Come in.”

 

[StoryTime87]

His heart thumped in his chest as he saw her lips move in reply. She didn't acknowledge his suggestion but the tone of her voice changed from frustration into something else. Something filled with desire.

He felt it when her hand came up to rest on his which rested upon her cheek. The jolt of chemistry seemed to flow wherever their skin made contact. It just felt right and looking into Alice's sparkling hazel orbs, it seemed like she felt it too. He lowered his hand to the shifter and when Alice's hand followed, a visage of lust spread across his face. She was the object he most desired in this small town and he wanted her to know.

It wasn't until he pulled out of the parking lot did he give full attention to the road. He could feel Alice's gaze upon him and it fueled his libido further causing his foot to become heavy on the gas pedal. The V8 of the Charger roared with life as it took them along the highway.

By the time Alice notified him of the exit onto the paved country road, adrenaline was racing through his veins. Andrew slammed on the breaks causing the car to lurch and his stomach to tumble as he turned the wheel before accelerating into the turn. Completed without a hitch, Andrew focused on the narrower country road as the car zipped along.

Andrew's heart was beating quick when Alice voiced her concerns. A grin swept across his young face as he felt her left hand grip harder to his right but he did not let up. He was confident in his abilities and without any further complaints from Alice, it seemed that she trusted him too.

He nodded when she informed him of the beacon above the barn and he slowed the car down as he made the turn onto the gravel driveway of her home. While aggressive, he knew his car wasn't made for gravel roads as it ran along, the crunch of rocks grinding against the others filled his ears. When his headlights shined onto the white garage doors instead of a green Tahoe and a dark house, his eyes lit up in anticipation as he placed the car in neutral and shifted in his seat towards Alice.

It felt like Andrew had a jackhammer in his chest as he took short sharp breaths as he waited for the right words to come out of Alice's mouth. Her silhouette seemed to suggest that she felt the same as he saw her chest rise and fall. He knew that she was making a tough decision but it seemed simple to him. Her husband wasn't fit to have such a woman if he treated her this way. She deserved better and he was going to give it to her.

"Please, Andrew. Come in." When those words left her mouth, Andrew leaned over with his right hand cupping the back of her neck, he planted his lips upon hers in a lustful kiss, not giving her the chance to take her words back. His strong hands caressed the back of her neck, her skin smooth, gripping her firmly not wanting it to end. His tongue parted her lips as he delved into her waiting mouth, wanting to taste her desire. Andrew hasn't had a sweeter taste as he wrapped his tongue around hers and let out a light moan into her mouth.

He finally pulled away slightly from her lips as he kept her face close to his, sharp breaths blowing onto her luscious lips damp from his saliva. "Yes. Lets go, Alice," Andrew whispered as his blue eyes gazed lustfully into hers. He gave her a quick firm peck on the lips before turning towards the door.

Andrew leaned back into his seat and turned to push open the heavy car door. As he got out of the car into the pouring rain, he turned and a wide smile grew on his face as he sees Alice in the rain as well looking back at him.With a loud click as the door shut, Andrew ran towards the front door with Alice right behind him.

He placed left hand on her hips gripping them sensually as he pulled her backside into his hips and ground his throbbing member trapped within his pants against her. The fingers on his left hand started to curl around the damp fabric slightly dragging the damp dress up her thigh, as he watched Alice fumbled with the keys to the house. Letting out a chuckle, Andrew placed his right hand on hers to steadying her and placing it into the key hole. Even in the cold rain, her hand felt warm or maybe it was his.

He noticed Alice turned her head towards him when he grabbed her hand and he looked into her face. Andrew knew she could see the lust in his eyes; he wanted to lean in and kiss it there, to have her taste in his mouth. He moved his hand to turn the key and he felt Alice move along with him driven by their unspoken words.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Even as she spoke the words, Alice felt her conscious take over; she was mortified as to what she had done. She knew exactly why she had asked Andrew in, she wanted to have sex, she wanted to fuck. She wanted to be that woman in the mommy-porn she had read, fanaticized, and masturbated to. But her conscious slammed her, told her how wrong her decision was, how terrible of a wife she was. She was about to blurt out, tell him no he couldn’t come in, when she felt his hand brush through her hair and along the skin of her neck; then his mouth found hers.

Something about the way his hand felt on her neck, not the kiss made her shudder, her pussy creaming as his tongue pressed her lips apart and began searching for hers. It was the way he had subtly taken control, as if knowing she was going to renege on her invitation, as if he knew she had wanted to flee into her house. She responded to his kiss, the deepest kiss she had had in years. She closed her eyes and drank him in, even as he let out a soft noise of contentment. Then he pulled back and she almost followed him, however as she opened her eyes, she saw his blue irises staring directly at hers, his breath almost as rapid as her own. The he whispered his reply "Yes. Let’s go, Alice."

She sat there, stunned at her actions, even as his hand slid from behind her neck, and trailed down to the skin of her arm. She was hot, dizzy, from her excitement, and could only watch him as he opened the door and slid out into the rain. The sound of the door opening brought her back, and she reached over to open her own door, and begin a rush to the door of her house. He was ahead of her, standing aside under the front door awning as she fumbled through her bag for her keys.

As she searched through the side pocket, she felt his hands on her hip and his pelvis pressed against her bottom. She could feel that he was aroused, his cock pressing against her wet dress, his other hand sliding down to mid-thigh, to again begin to tease the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh, with the back of his hand, as his fingers teased the denim hemline of her dress. Reactively, she ground back, letting his cock slide across her bottom; she felt so alive, this man interested in her. Her body trembled as she mentally pictured what was going to happen once she got inside the door. She wondered if he would be gentle, or be rough, ravish her like in her books; sex with Steve had never been wild, and as of late had become almost mechanical, they never discussed it and she had never given into her smut fueled fantasies.

Her fingers found her keys again, separating the square headed key that opened the door, she felt her excitement continue to build. She prayed that his hand would stop its climb under her dress, not wanting him to discover how aroused she was; as she was sure he would when his fingers finally brushed against her cotton panties. She sighed in relief as his hand slid out from under her skirt and grasped hers, helping to guide the key into the slot in the door handle. All thoughts of turning back fled from her as he took control and in tandem pushed her hand and the key into the slot, turning it. Her breath caught and she turned as the door glided inward, exposing the darkened interior of her house.

Her mouth was on his, this time she was kissing him, her lips pressing against his, her tongue pushing between his lips to find his tongue. She wanted his hands on her, wanted to feel the pressure of his strong grip. Her left breast brushed against his arm, her nipple sliding across the damp material of her bra. Her nipples were hard now, and not from the chill of the cars air conditioning but in response to her wanton arousal. She pulled back, whispering, “Inside, please Andrew,” mortified that the unlikely event of someone driving by would see her on her front porch.

She let him guide her back, his mouth still on hers. The tile foyer transitioned into the living room, the large spacious area filled with furniture a sofa, a love seat, and a matching recliner, all angled at the fireplace separating the dining room and large screen TV situated against the opposite walls. Open curtains let in illumination, the barn light flooding the two huge bay windows on the exterior wall.

Alice felt him guide her backwards, her ass pressing against the back of the sofa. She slid her arms around his back, one hand just below the nape of his neck, the other sliding down along the small of his back, a small mummer of excitement escaping into his mouth. Gone now was her conscious, and she wantonly slid her hand down across his chest to his groin, stopping momentarily, and the timidly brushed his cock with her fingers.

 

[StoryTime87]

Andrew knew when Alice ground back against him that this was what he wanted. There was nothing that he desired more at this point than to feel her, taste her and have her feel his desire. He knew she wanted it just as badly when her mouth hungrily attacked his as her tongue delved into the depths of his warm mouth. His tongue darted to meet hers as they intertwined and shared their mutual lust.

Pants escaped his lips as their mouths parted as Alice cautiously suggested they move inside. He could tease her, pin her in the doorway to let the embarrassment flow through her. But there was no time for that; his stiff member throbbed within its confines for her touch. Responding to her plea, Andrew guided her through the frame and lustfully reunited their lips. He trapped her full bottom lip in his teeth as his hands grabbed her hips as they started to explore her body. His hands encountered cool damp fabric as his hands roamed over her body, searching for an entrance to the treasure underneath as the pair traveled through the house.

He felt Alice's hands start exploring his body as they reached the back of the couch. He hungered for her attention and her desire, enjoying how her body reacted to his touch. Andrew heard stories about older women out looking for young men. Out on the hunt for a young buck to bring back to their lair, discarding them afterwards. But Alice was just a kitten, one that begged to be pet. One that was ready to purr and mewl for him to ravage her.

As he felt her hand slid down his chest and the tips of her fingers timidly grazed the red swollen head of his cock, he broke their kiss and let out a low groan into her open mouth. His staff was stiff and ached for more of her touch as he unconsciously thrust against her fingers as they danced underneath the top of his navy jeans. Her touch fueling his desire, Andrew's hands traveled down her back and cupped the luscious globes of her ass as he kissed and licked his way to her neck.

Giving the plush orbs a firm squeeze, his hands continued onward reaching the hem of her dress. Sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth, he let the thought of a hickey enter Alice's mind. He gently released her skin before it would leave a mark and continued kissing and sucking on her neck as his hands traveled underneath her dress and found the cool skin of her thighs, each hand on the respective leg. He could feel how warm his hands felt on her skin as he gripped her thighs transferring his warmth to her. His hands began to climb Alice's thighs with a purpose as he felt her skin get warmer, the motion slowly lifting her damp denim dress in the process.

In one quick motion, he lifted Alice up onto the back of the couch so she sat on it, only maintaining balance with her grip on his body as his left hand traveled up to the middle of her back to keep her steady. The bottom of her dress was now pulled at her waist, scrunching the fabric of the dress and revealing her white cotton panties. Andrew's right hand traveled to the small of her back; his hands caressed her, running from the side of her hips to the side of her thigh a few times. Dragging the back of his hand across her left thigh, he grasped the inside of her thigh and parted her long smooth legs as he stepped in between her legs, blocking the ability for them to close.

He could feel the change in temperature of her skin as it traveled up her thigh towards her sex. The heat was exhilarating as he firmly cupped his palm against her mound; there was no denying the dampness that saturated her cotton panties. Andrew enjoyed the sounds that Alice emitted as he ground his palm against her desire; his pointer and ring finger dancing along the hem of the panties, occasionally dipping underneath the fabric and rubbing against her slick labia, as his middle finger pressed along her slit through the thin fabric.

"Alice, you've been so neglected, haven't you?" he growled huskily into her ear as he nipped her earlobe. Removing the pressure upon her sex, his fingers wrapped underneath the bridge of her panties grabbing it and pulling it aside. reveling her slick mess. As some of his fingers held the fabric aside, Andrew's pointer and middle finger caressed her slick folds, playing with the inner and outer lips. The pads of his fingers gathering the evidence of Alice's desire as he ran his fingers along the entrance of her sweet pussy. It seemed to part at the touch of his fingers, ready for something to penetrate it, to fill it.

Pulling away from Alice's neck, he lifted his two glistening fingers between them as he looked at his fingers and then back into Alice's eyes. With his eyes locked onto hers, he slipped his index finger into the mouth, savoring Alice's taste. Closing his eyes, he slipped his finger out of his mouth while releasing a long sigh. "Delicious," he exclaimed in a wanton voice as he opened his eyes and met her gaze again as a smug smile spread across his face. His hand now traveled towards her face, his index finger covered in his spit and his middle finger covered in her juices. "Have a taste," he said to her in an instructing manner, as he gently rubbed the fingers on her bottom lip, coating it in their shared fluids.

 

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Alice mewed softly as she felt his teeth capture her bottom lip as their kiss deepened; it was so sexual, something she hadn’t felt in a kiss in a long time. It sent a shiver through her body and she continued to trace the swelling bulge of his cock through his jeans until she reached what had to be the head. She reached up slipping three of her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, searching again for his cock, and again finding it, straining tight against his underwear.

She moaned again as his hands cupped her ass, squeezing on her bottom, as he broke the kiss, his lips sliding down the side of her face to the right side of her neck. His cock brushed against her, their height difference resulting in it brushing against her flat stomach, just above her pubis. Her pinky finger found the head of his cock and she gently flicked it, feeling the cloth of his underwear dampen from his arousal. As he sucked in hard on her neck, her eyes went wide and she started to turn her head to stop him from leaving the mark of their lust on her neck.

She breathed a sharp sigh of relief as his mouth moved again on her neck, her free hand slid up, pulling him in close to her as his hands traveled down the back of her thighs, the sensation of the denim against her smooth legs made her shiver and when his fingertips met her the bare skin of her legs she pushed against him, meeting his body with hers. The temperature in the room was warm from the hot summer day, but she felt a chill in her body, but when his hands pressed against the bare flesh of the back of her thigh the goosebumps residing there subside under his roaming palms. His wrists caught the hem of her dress, pulling the damp denim cloth upwards until she felt them come to rest on her cotton clad butt.

“Oh,” she said in the back of her throat as he stopped. The voice of reason again started to protest, tried to overpower the sensation of lust that was coursing through her body. ‘This is so wrong Alice,’ she heard in her head. She felt his hands adjust, one hand sliding back down to her thigh, the other caressing the small of her back, limited in its rise by the belt she wore around her waist.

She knew she should put a stop to this, she could almost feel the photos on the mantle of the fireplace watching her, judging her. As if reading her mind, she felt him push her up, her ass sliding along the back of the sofa, his hands both guiding and steadying her body. As she came to a halt, almost teetering on the wide back of the sofa, she felt his hand move along her hip, to rest inside her thigh before pushing her right leg to the side, his own leg pressing against hers to keep them splayed.

Her eyes went wide when his hand slipped to cup her cunt, his palm pressing the cotton panties against the curly hairs on her pubis. She knew now that he would discover how aroused she was, and she glanced over his shoulder to see her face, dimly reflected in a full length mirror that was next to the door to the coat closet. She barely recognized herself, her glasses sparkled as they reflected the light in the room and she couldn’t see her eyes, but her face held a combination of surprise and lust as his fingers began to explore the gusset of her panties. She totally forgot about his cock, as his fingers slowly slid up and down the hemmed edge of the white cotton hip huggers she wore. Then his middle finger slide right down the center, right where she felt the wet spot, pushing the cotton between the lips of her labia and gently traveling upwards until it stopped against her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she murmured softly, as his finger continued to trace its way up and down, each trail of his finger seeming to increase in distance, until she felt her panties press against the area between her anus and vagina before his finger traveled the length of her slit, the now soaked cotton gently abrading against the inside of her labia. “Oh, fuck, “ she repeated

His response echoed in her ear as his tongue pulled her earlobe into his mouth, just before he slid the last barrier to her sex gently to the side, exposing her. Electricity went through her as his fingers, now cotton free, burrowed along her slit. As he crossed over her entrance, her eyes again went to the mirror, this time the woman who stared back at her at a look of absolute rapture on her face. The hand that had been poised at his waist now moved down the front of his pants, cupping his cock, her thumb rubbing the head through the denim.

As she rubbed, he removed his fingers from her cunt, her panties sliding back, the hem catching between her labia. Even in the dim light she saw the wetness shimmering off of his fingers. Her eyes were riveted to them as he spread his index and middle finger slightly apart, a strand of her own fluids shimmering between the gap. Captivated by the total the evidence of her arousal on his fingers, she blushed, realizing she had just been fingered in her own house by an almost total stranger. She could smell herself, as he slowly inserted his glistening index finger into his mouth, his lips sealing the digit with a small o. Her eyes were drawn away to his, and she saw the lurid look in his eye, as he inched his finger out from between his lips.

"Delicious," he proclaimed and she felt another wave of embarrassment course through her. She then knew what he wanted her to do and almost looked away, yet she felt a thrill, knowing that he was going to ask her to do something naughty. Her body trembled as she caught the scent of her arousal. His smile was confident, as if he knew she would do whatever he asked her to do. “Have a taste,” he told her, his voice teasing, but yet commanding. She felt one of his fingers against her lips; the tip of it still wet, though she couldn’t tell whether it was the one that he had cleaned or the one still soiled with juices from her own pussy.

His eyes darkened slightly as she hesitated, her thumb no longer stroking his cock, but instead remained still, pressed against the bulge in his pants. Slowly, her eyes still locked with his, she bent her head slightly and took both fingers into her mouth. Her eyes widened the subtle taste of her body not repulsive like she had anticipated. When she had first married Steve, he had gone down on her, but had refused to kiss her after he had finished, just as they had never kissed the few times she had sucked him to ejaculation. Even when she masturbated, she had never tasted her own fluids before; the knowledge of where they were emitted from stopped her.

She tried to mimic him, her lips closing tight around his two digits her tongue flicking against the pad of his middle finger. The primal taste, combined with the knowledge that she had crossed yet another line sent another wave of excitement through her. The voice in her head told her that she had gone too far, pressured her to run. She was so sexually charged at that moment, that she couldn’t think. As he gently pulled the digits out of her mouth, her lips tingly at his touch. His fingers now withdrew from her mouth, tracing a path of spittle down her lips and onto her chin. She tried to think, she knew she should say no, but she was so turned on, so wanting what Andrew seemed to be going to give her.

Still her only answer to his inquisitive glance was to turn away, shame evident on her face even in the dim light, and say softly, “please, Andrew…I can't,” she paused, part of her wanting to escape, find some reason to get away, to collect her thoughts. Instead, he trapped her mouth again with his, the hand in the small of her back, pulling her up to him. His other hand slid between her own hand and his slacks, pulling at the belt and unfastening the button on his jeans allowing her to return her hand down the front of his pants, sliding under his underwear to grasp his cock. Again her thumb teased the head as she felt the muscle throb in her hand as their tongues met in her mouth.

 

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If she was embarrassed when his glistening finger disappeared into his mouth, Andrew couldn't tell. Alice's face was flushed and her breathing heavy as his fingers grazed along her bottom lip. His throbbing cock was aching, straining against the fabric as he felt her hand pressed against his thick bulge. He wanted more of her touch, but he saw that she was captivated by his drenched fingers; thoughts no doubt racing through her mind as she inhaled her arousal.

Andrew's gaze was piercing as Alice's hazel orbs kept with his as she slowly lowered her lips towards his glistening fingers, taking them into her warm mouth. He smiled as he watched her eyes widen; it seems Alice had not tasted her arousal before. Other women he was with shuddered at the thought at first but eventually they loved the taste as they cleaned his stiff member. He was glad to see that Alice was no different.

He closed his eyes as he focused on her soft tongue flitted around his digits as her lips closed tight around them. He let out a low growl as her tongue worked his fingers before slowly pulling them out from her lips. Now it was too late to turn back. Andrew knew of the talents hidden within her mouth and he was determined to have her try them on something larger. Slowly opening his eyes, his stark blue orbs were full of lust as he ran his slick fingers over her lips and down her chin.

Alice let out a meek protest as she looked away. Ignoring it, Andrew easily found her slick lips and trapped them with his, the hand on her back pressing her body towards his. Reaching down towards his jeans, he unfastened them unleashing his pent up desire with only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs containing his thick length. He smiled as he felt Alice's hand dart into the new opening and snake it's way underneath his boxer briefs to grasp his pulsating shaft. Her thumb became slick with his arousal as she played with the tip while his tongue wrestled with hers. He wanted more than her touch and she was going to give him it.

Pants echoed in the air between them as he broke their kiss. "I know you couldn't grab it Alice, so I made it easier for you," Andrew spoke with a sly smile. He knew her protest was for a different reason but her body said otherwise as he felt her grip tighten on his throbbing shaft. He let her feel his desire for her throb within her hand as he kissed down her neck and buried his head by her collarbone, nipping at it. He ran both of his hands to her shoulder as he pulled the top of her dress over her shoulders; he could feel one of the buttons hit his chest as it broke free from her denim dress.

Her arms became trapped to the side of her body as Andrew continued to pull the top of the dress to her torso; her bra sliding roughly across her nipples before her small lush breasts popped free as the cups rested inverted on her torso. Pulling back from her chest, he eyed the heaving mounds as he licked his lips. Holding her steady, he felt Alice release her grasp from his throbbing member, temporarily causing him to groan with the loss of her touch, as she pulled her arms free from the restraining dress as the entirety of her dress was scrunched by her midsection.

Using one hand to support her, the other cupped her left mound as his mouth wrapped around her stiff nipple. Using broad strokes with his tongue, he lapped at the nub while his hand groped and grasped at her other breast, her nipple finding the empty spots between his fingers before they came together around the stiff pink nub. He placed one between his teeth and pulled on it as he sucked much of the small mound into the warm confines of his mouth.

Andrew pulled Alice's hips towards his as he sucked and pulled on her breasts, as he ground his stiff member against her bottom lips parted with her scrunched panties. He ground the scrunched area deeper between her slick lips as the only things separating them from joining was the thin fabric trapping his stiff cock. Andrew couldn't contain his lust as he placed both of his hands on each of Alice's exposed buttocks as he lifted her up from the edge of the couch as he felt her legs wrap around him as he carried her around the couch.

Feeling Alice's juices coat the fabric against his dick, unleashed the desire within as he roughly placed Alice down onto the couch, a slick pop escaping as he pulled his mouth from her perky breasts. There she was in her wanton glory as he looked down upon the woman that he previously knew was his boss. She seemed to writhe underneath him as he pulled his jeans to his ankles and took a step out of the leg holes. He looked down upon her and watched her eyes follow his hands as they grasped the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down exposing his stiff throbbing member as it pointed straight into the air. A strand of precum from the head of the throbbing mass following the boxers to the floor.

"This is what you want, isn't it, Alice?," he asked her with a low growl as he leaned over her. His right hand going back to her sopping wet cunt as he cupped the mess of her sex sliding the bunched panties to the side while his middle finger made it self comfortable in her slit. His other hand supported himself against the back of the couch. "Show me how badly you want it" he said in a stern voice as he lowered his throbbing member towards her face. He knew she wouldn't be able to get much more than his head in her mouth, but he wanted to see how well she could love his cock and balls before using her the way her body desired He lightly rested the length of his cock against her plush lips while his balls grazed her cheek as they pulsated, waiting to be emptied.

 

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Alice drank him in deep, his kiss hard and passionate, their tongues dancing with each other. She felt his hand brush against her, moving it out of the way, as she felt him fumble with button, then pulling the flap open, the zipper making an almost inaudible whisper as it was pulled apart. She slipped her hand under his; then under the waistband of his boxer’s, the back of her hand sliding against the elastic. Under her palm she could feel a light growth of hair extending down his flat stomach.

She felt him jump, the kiss skipping as her fingers again found his cock; this time she could feel his flesh, not the rough denim shape. She explored cautiously, first her fingers brushing along the shaft, feeling the veiny flesh, before finding the soft spongy tip. Then her hand wrapped around his muscle, gently squeezing it as her thumb brushed across the head smearing his precum across the slit The whole time she marveled at its girth, she had had very little exposure to other men’s sex; only a couple of high school groping’s, which had never evolved past her giving the lucky boy a hand job and her husband’s cock.

She felt him draw back, breaking the kiss, as she continued to explore his cock, still trapped in the rough fabric of his boxers. She discovered that the length exceeded her past experiences as well. She opened her eyes, meeting his. “I knew you wouldn’t grab it Alice,” he said, his voice husky, his eyes sparking with success, “so I made it easier for you.”

She continued to just hold his cock in her hand, feeling it throb. Gently, she began to squeeze it, testing his reactions. Her thumb continued its circular path around the tip, the capacious amounts of fluid that seemed to be ebbing from his cock exciting her. His lips met her right cheek and continued down to her neck; each passing movement sending tingles of excitement through her body. She stiffened as his fingers found the top button of her dress, his palm gently caressing her breast, before parting the cloth. Her thumb stopped its movement, resting over the slit; as she felt the little tug on her dress as he popped first the first button, then the second, as he pushed the top of the dress back along her shoulder, his lips teasing along her collar bone.

As his kisses went along her bare flesh she shuddered, her excitement building. Again, her thumb began to trace around the slick spongy surface of his cock head. He pulled up on the top of her dress, pulling one out of her sleeve, the dress pulling under the belt at her waist, hiking up along her thighs, the hem of her dress flicking across her bare skin. The third button popped free of its threads as he tugged the denim.

She responded, sliding the arm of her free hand through the short sleeve of the dress, her white brassier sliding tantalizingly across her nipple as the elastic in the cup slid up across the nub, baring her breast; a small mound with a large light areola and capped with an almost inverted small pink nipple.

Her thumb stopped its motion, the side of the nail barely grazing the soft crown, as she realized that for the first time in over a decade a man other than her husband had seen her bare breast. A flush of shame went through her at her wantonness; how she was giving into her carnal desires. He didn’t seem to notice, pulling hard on the other sleeve, forcing her to release his cock from her hand. He momentarily stopped the removal of her clothing; his eyes dropping to her exposed breast. She flushed again, the sense of shame pushing its way past her other emotions. She saw his smile of approval as he reached back up to tug at the other sleeve; giving into her emotions she slid her arm up and out of the dress. As he pulled the flare of the dress was caught by the belt.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his mouth found her teat, his breath and spit warm as he took the little nub in his mouth, pulling the small inverted nipple. His other hand slid under the cup of her right breast, pushing the cup over her breast, where he trapped the nipple between his index and middle fingers, gently teasing, the tender nub. Another, soft moan escaped her lips, the combined sensation of his warm mouth and tongue and the light pinch on her sensitive tit pleasuring her.

“Andrew,” she breathed, knowing she should make him stop, but the result of the stimulation pushing her forward. “Oh, Andrew,” she repeated, as his hand reached around to cup her left buttock, pulling her against his cock.

She ground back and he slid his hand under her dress, his bulge pushing against the cotton gusset of her panties into her slit. She took a deep breath as he released her right nipple and slid both hands under her ass, lifting her up, first onto the back of the sofa and then, as her legs wrapped around him, carried her around the piece of furniture, her nipple still entrapped by his eager lips.

She let out an, “oomph,” as he dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa, her ass bouncing off the cushion as her legs spreading apart, exposing her almost bare cunt, the lips of her labia clasping the gusset between them as the remainder of the white cloth splayed upwards in a white triangle. The once warm spittle on her nipple instantly turned cold as the circulated air in the room hit washed over it. Her hair fell around her face and she reached up to brush it back, as she looked up at him. She knew she was in full display for him, cunt exposed, breasts uncovered; the thrill of this younger man looking appreciatively down on her sent a river a desire for him through her body. She felt absolutely slutty and realized she was relishing the emotion.

He had already pulled down his jeans and boxers, and in the dim light she saw his cock, jutting tantalizingly out from his body, the head glistening from where she had smeared his lubricant all over the head. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, the bulbous soft head, the long veiny shaft, and the silvery strand of precum that followed down to his boxer shorts, which were pooling at his ankles. Her eyes flicked up catching his eyes, which were in turn drinking in her disheveled nudity.

He broke the moment, leaning forward, she heard his voice, low and guttural, as his hand slid down between her legs, roughly pulling the cotton panties out from between her labia, spreading them, grinding the palm of his hand against her pubis, and forcing a finger inside. He was leaning over her, steadying himself on the back of the sofa, his cock dangling between his legs. He stepped slightly over her, still finger fucking her soaking pussy as his cock grazed her face, leaving a slick trail along her cheek.

“Show you how badly you want it.” His voice now contained a commanding tone, which she found incredibly erotic. The finger buried in her cunt continued to thrust in and out of her slick channel and she moaned, it had been so long since someone had played with her like this that it was new, exciting and knowing that it wasn’t her husband, dirty.

His hand reached down to grasp his shaft, guiding the pulsing muscle along her lips. She looked up at him, past his shirt clad torso to his face. He was staring back down at her, and she knew that he wanted to see her take the head of his cock in her mouth. Slowly she parted her lips, her tongue sliding through the gap, to catch a taste of him. She had sucked her husband’s cock many times in the past, but only as a formality prior to intercourse; this was different, this was so sensual, she felt herself ache to take his throbbing cock into her mouth.

Alice felt the head bump into her teeth as he pushed forward, his cock following her tongue back into her mouth. Her eyes continued to glance upwards, and his finger stopped its movement in and out of her cunt. She gently closed her lips around the head, trapping the spongy flesh in her mouth. She slowly started to explore his cock with her tongue, her mind capturing the scent of him, the musky sweaty odor of his pubis; the slightly salty, tangy taste of the fluid that escaped the slit. Her tongue first traveled down around the crown and across the crease, which she followed up and across the slit.

Then she leaned forward, breaking eye contact, and opening her mouth took his length in. She was almost instantly halted, the bulbous tip filling the back of her throat. She coughed and gagged, spit filling her mouth as she opened her lips, and let his cock slide back out, catching by the head on her lip. She captured it again, sucking in, her cheeks hollowing from the effort. Raising one hand up to grasp his shaft, his hand intercepted hers and pushed it back against the sofa.

She continued to suck his cock, bobbing her head forward at intervals to try to take it further in her mouth. Her eyes flicked past him, to a family portrait on the wall, and her sense of shame came back as she looked at the photo of her husband and children, knowing that she was breaking every covenant she had made with her family. Still, what she was doing felt so right, she paused again, sucking in hard, and feeling his cock throb between her lips. She missed this with her husband, missed performing this act that was entirely for him. Breaking her eyes away from the portrait she looked up again, into the smile on Andrews handsome face.

 

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Andrew's hand pressed against her pubic bone grinding against Alice's dark curls as his finger dipped in and out of her damp crevice. He guided the stiff throbbing shaft along her plush lips as she stared back up at him; Andrew's cock was swollen with anticipation. A feeling of accomplishment welled up within him as she parted her lips and snaked her tongue from between the gap and tasted his delicate flesh.

The bulbous spongy head bumped into her teeth as he guided his length into the warm hole she presented to him. He noticed that she kept her glance towards him as she closed her lips around the swollen head and all of his concentration was on that moment as her tongue explored the flesh in her mouth. His finger stopped it's movement and kept itself in her wet slit as her tongue explored his throbbing crown. He let out a groan as the feeling rippled through him; he always loved the feeling of a woman's mouth. How he could feel the bumps in her tongue course over his flesh.

In an instant, she leaned forward and attempted to devour his length; he felt his crown press against the back of her throat, stopping her dead in her tracks. He loved that she attempted to devour his length. Andrew smiled brightly as she coughed and gagged and his cough slid back past her lips. He knew she'll need more training but he admired her tenacity. Especially as she regained her composure and captured his head back into her warm mouth sucking it in, her cheeks hollowing at her effort. He noticed her attempt to grasp his throbbing shaft but he intercepted it mid rise and pushed it back against the sofa. She'll earn the right to stroke his shaft once she learned how to accept his length.

Alice continued to show her effort as she bobbed her head forward attempting to devour more of his thick length. He smiled in appreciation at her, but then noticed her eyes wander, seemingly distracted for some reason. He pulled his finger out from her drenched bottom lips and rubbed them against the pads of his other fingers; they were coated with her fluids that began to drip out her mess of a cunt towards her puckered brown hole. He wanted to penetrate that hole as it glistened seemingly teasing him but he knew there would be time for that later.

When Alice looked back up towards Andrew, he smiled back in appreciation but suddenly brought his hand down on her pussy in a sharp slap. She seemed to writhe underneath him as the shockwave coursed through her body. "What are you distracted by, sweet Alice?", he asked in a teasing manner as he brought his hand down again in another sharp slap against her drenched mound. Andrew ran his fingers through her wanton curls and pulled on them hearing Alice emit sounds muffled by the throbbing mass stuffing her mouth.

"Was that not enough to keep you occupied?" he asked as he withdrew his spongy head from her warm mouth. His cock glistened with her saliva as a couple strings of spit dripped onto her face. The panting that escaped her lips flamed his libido as he gathered wetness from the mess of her sex with his hand and coated his throbbing head and shaft with the evidence of her lust. He wanted her to realize how much she was enjoying him use her. He gripped the throbbing mass and stroked it a few times as he put the leg that was on the couch back onto the ground. Using his other hand. Andrew helped shift Alice's position until her head was hanging off of the side of the couch.

"This will help you to take my entire length." He explained as his voice purred in anticipation, lowering his throbbing staff to the level of her awaiting face. He smeared some juices that coated his cock on each cheek, lightly slapping her with his cock, before he positioned the swollen head against her pursed lips.

He returned his hand to cup her drenched channel and found it slicker than before. Andrew smiled and gently ground his hand against her pubis mound, feeling the hard nub of her clit drag against his palm. It was time, whatever reservations she had wasn't evident from her body's reaction to his touch. He gently thrust his hips towards her face; the swollen mass parting her lips and lightly scraped against her teeth.

Stopping and resting the head in the middle of her tongue, he looked down at her body, seemingly tense with anticipation of what was to come. "Relax, sweet Alice," he purred in a low reassuring tone. "Relax," he repeated and watched as tension seemed to escape her limbs. Beaming, he pressed his cock forward towards her throat. "Good girl." he said encouragingly as he felt the pressure mount around his throbbing cock.

 

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Alice gasped around Andrews cock and her eyes went wide, as she felt his finger slide from her sopping pussy to gently rub across her asshole. She had never been touched there before, but the feeling was incredible. She felt her back arch slightly as he began to run his finger slowly in a circular motion across the sensitive area. Her rosebud was so sensitive that she could feel the roughness of the swirls of his fingers, however her own lubrication, gently spread on the area, let his finger slide across her puckered entrance. The sensation was so wrong, but it felt so good, she had often wondered about anal play, but had been afraid to broach the subject with Steve.

In response she tried to take more of him in her mouth, her hand still held down against the sofa, still her gag reflex stopped her. She focused on him again, the feeling a need to please him overwhelming her. She let out a soft moan of disappointment when his finger left her anus, her eyes questioning as they starred up to meet his.

Her eyes went wide again when she felt the sharp slap against her pussy. Her body shook and she found herself taking him deeper in her mouth. She felt her mouth fill with saliva as she choked on his cock and she could feel her spit run down both sides of her mouth. “What are you so distracted by, sweet Alice?” he asked his voice light as if he was enjoying watching her squirm. A second slap, with his fingertips right on her clit made her back arch, her body tremble and her eyes filled with tears of pain. She released her lips from his cock, breathing heavily around the shaft. His finger rested momentarily between her legs, before teasingly sliding up her pubis.

"Was that not enough to keep you occupied?" he asked her again as he withdrew from her mouth. His fingers continued to dance through her sparse pubic hairs as her eyes followed his cock as it withdrew from her mouth. The first four inches glistened with her spit, and a silvery strand broke free and fell down the center of her chin. She saw his eyes flicker and knew he saw the same thing; her perception of the pure wickedness of the act and her enjoyment of it made her face flush red with humiliation.

He stood over her, his cock still bobbing slightly as he stepped back off the sofa. She felt his hands guide her so she was lying across the sofa, her head angled off of the end of the sofa. Her body hummed as one of his hands slid to cup the back of her head, his fingers gently threading into her hair as he straddled her. Her eyes took in everything; this was the first time she had ever seen this intimate view of a man. In the dim light she could clearly see his shaft, proud and straight above her. Then her eyes traveled down to his testicles, firm, heavy orbs covered by a light coat of pubic hair. Further back she could see the ridge extending back into the darkened area between his buttocks.

As her eyes drank in his sex she heard his voice low and husky instructing her. "This will help you to take my entire length." As he spoke, she sensed anticipation in his voice and then saw his free hand grasp his cock, wrapping his fingers around its length. Slowly, still holding the back of her head, he began to rub his cock along her face. Again, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks, knowing that he was treating her like a slut. Then his cock came to rest, centered on her lips and she felt his hand slide out from behind her head; she fought gravity as she strained to keep her head upright, instead of letting it droop.

The hand that had been cupping her head, was now firmly palming her mound, his middle finger resting directly on her clit. She gasp, her lips opening enough for the head of his cock to slid into her mouth. She felt him press the advantage, sliding his cock further along her tongue, pausing just at the point where she had had problems with her gag reflex. She closed her eyes, wondering if he was going to push the pulsing shaft further, past her point of comfort. From above she heard him mummer. “"Relax, sweet Alice… Relax"

His voice was soothing and as he gently started to rub her clit, sending jolts of sensation through her body. Then he thrust forward, releasing his cock as it slid past her tongue and into her throat. She gagged around the intrusion, her eyes watering, her mouth filling up with spit. She tried to breathe in through her nose, but the fluids and his cock filling her mouth cut off her air. She felt her body thrash as he continued to slide in.

He stopped, and she opened her eyes to see that she almost had his whole cock in her mouth. She continued to struggle for breath, her body starting to thrash, but the hand he held on her pubis kept her in place. After a moment’s pause, he slowly began to pull out of her mouth and she gasped for air around his cock. "Good girl." His voice came to her ears, the same soft tone tinged with anticipation.

His cock had come to rest exactly where he was before he had thrust into her; the spongy head nestled against her tongue as she felt herself calm down again. Then with no warning, he trust again, this time farther into her mouth. Her head fell back, off the edge of the sofa as he pushed in deep and she felt the rough hair on his testicles brush against her face. Again she fought for air, but this time was able to breathe in through her nose. She felt tears streaming down the side of her face as he continued to push her limits; streams of spit ran from her mouth and down her face onto the floor and into her hair.

He pulled out again, but this time the pause was just a split second before his cock was pushing back into her throat. She felt his finger slide down from her clit and along her labia, eagerly searching for her sex, and then dipping in. He continued to fuck her mouth, each thrust felt like he was pushing all the way down her throat. She heard his voice, quiet but calming, shushing her. Then next thrust she felt his balls slide across her face, brushing up against her nose as his groin came to rest against her lips. She had taken him fully in her mouth.

He held himself there, the hand that had directed his cock slid behind her head, pushing it up against his pelvis. “Good Girl.” He repeated, and she could hear the lust in his voice. The choking feeling returned and she began to fight against the intrusion. Her vision was blurry from the tears that continually welled in her eyes and all she could make out above her was the bottom of his buttocks and the dark cleft where they met just behind the root of his cock.

 

[StoryTime87]

Andrew shuddered as he felt his bulbous head push past the first ridge of Alice's throat. His steely rod invaded her esophagus, her body thrashing because of his actions. He let out a delightful groan as her throat squeezed and pulsated around the top third of his cock; her tongue pressed against his throbbing shaft as she struggled to breathe.

He looked down as she struggled underneath him and noticed that she had almost devoured his cock. The hand on her pubis controlled her thrashing to an extent as he rubbed against her clit with his palm. He smiled endearingly as he realized she was new to this action. His palm was covered in her sex; she seemed to enjoy being such a slut for him and he knew she just needed some encouragement. Andrew slowly removed his cock from the tight confines of her throat and immediately passing the ridge of her throat he could hear her gasping and panting for air. "Good girl", he said reassuringly, he couldn't wait to see how she handled the next thrust.

The head of his cock nested against her tongue while he let her calm down. She didn't pull away nor did she seem to protest which pleased him greatly. She can handle it, he told himself and thrust farther into her mouth. This time he pushed against her new limits, the rough hairs of his pubis tickling against her chin. He could feel her spit overflow from her mouth, some dripping down the base over his balls while other ran down the side of her face onto the floor.

Alice struggled less in this throat but then he felt her body begin to struggle again. He pulled back for a short moment, hearing Alice to take a large gasp of air before he thrust back into her warm pulsating throat. Just like swimming he though, Alice needed to learn when she could breathe and she seemed to be adapting quite well. This time, he took short shallow strokes as he fucked her mouth wanting to get deeper, grunting louder with each stroke. It was a need for Andrew, he needed Alice to swallow his length.

"Shhh," he shushed her as Alice made lewd noises with each of her thrusts. Focusing on her throat, he could see the outline of his cock as it thrust itself within her. He wanted to let her know how good this felt and eagerly searched for her sex, dipping a finger into her slippery cavern. He explored the insides of her sex as his fingers felt each nook and cranny of flesh within her.

He pulled out one last time and this time he knew he was about to get his desire. Her nose parted his balls as the wrinkly sack drug across her nose. "Good girl" he repeated as his groin came flush to her face, the lust in his voice unmistakable. The rough pubic hairs buried itself against her chin as he ground himself against her, stirring himself in her throat.

Holding himself there until he felt that she could not bear any more. One of her arms reach up and clawed at the arm that had a finger buried in her slit while the other lightly pressed against his hips, as if she didn't really want him to stop yet her survival depended on it. He withdrew his entire length slowly from the confines of her warm mouth. The finger inside of her stopped moving as he went to look at the results of his lust.

Alice was a lewd mess, her face coated in tears and saliva. Streaks of mascara ran from the corners of her eyes and traces of her lipstick lined the area between her nose and top lip. Her exposed tits heaved with each pant and gasp; she seemed to be in a daze, her eyes staring at his bouncing cock.

Andrew's cock was covered in her saliva, no centimeter of it dry. This time globs of saliva from the back of her throat dripped down onto the floor, some going into her hair. He smiled as he saw hints of her pink lipstick at the base of his throbbing cock. "I'm proud of you, Alice", Andrew purred as he put one leg up onto the couch. He knew her body screamed for his attention as he withdrew the dripping mess that was his fingers. Her body reacted quite well before when he played with her asshole and he wanted to see if anything has changed.

His swollen testicles pressed against her lips and ran up her chin as he ran his slick finger down to her puckered hole. While playing with her taboo entrance, he grabbed her hand and placed it upon his slick length before hungrily searching for her small breasts. Finding them, he brushed his rough fingers over her inverted nipples before grabbing her swollen areolas between his forefinger and thumb. He let it slowly slip out of his grasp, waiting until the nipples were in his grasp before giving them a sharp squeeze. His hand reached for her other exposed breast and repeated the process, giving each of her swollen inverted buds the attention they desired.

Her brown wrinkled hole was quite lubed from all of her juices, just asking for him to press his finger forward. Allowing the pad of his finger to slip in, he leaned forward as his own dark hole was mere inches from her face. She seemed to react well towards it as he felt her clamp down tight around his finger. Using it to his advantage he slowly dipped the tip of his finger in and out of her puckered entrance, each stroke thrusting further into the depths of her forbidden hole.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice felt her body react as his fingers probed inside her. Andrews cock was still firmly imbedded in her mouth. She heard herself gasp and gargle as her spit bubbled up around his cock and slid down her cheeks. She fought for breath through her nose as he pushed his cock the last couple of inches into his mouth, and she could feel his pubic hair rub against her chin.

Then he pulled back and she gasped for air, only given a moment before he drove his cock back into her mouth. The finger that was exploring her pussy dipped in deeper, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She need more, wanted more; she needed him to make her cum. She was so close, the idea of him fucking her mouth like a porn star already had her body wound tight, and she knew she needed just a little push to explode. Her hand slid up, trying to capture his, to force his finger deeper into her sex and against that spot deep inside of her that she had discovered long ago as a teen.

Even as her hand found his, he stopped, his finger resting just on the edge of her hole. At the same time he withdrew his cock, her spit dripping down his shaft and dribbling onto her face. Her eyes were drawn to his cock, shiny in the light, smudges of pink where her lipstick had been rubbed off of her lips She breathed in deep, gasping for air as she was given a reprieve. She felt him straighten up, his hand sliding from under hers and his finger sliding the last half an inch out of her cunt. She sighed as she saw him looking down at her. She could feel his eyes taking in the mess on her face; the spit, the fluids that seeped from his cock and her tears; she felt embarrassment rise up in her that she had been so wanton.

“I’m proud of you Alice,” she heard him mummer as he adjusted forward, his testicles rubbing across her face to rest just above her open lips. Almost reactively she raised her head, her lips pressing against the hairy heavy orbs. Then she felt him lean forward and felt his finger slide through her vaginal lips, but instead of stopping at the entrance to her hole, Andrew’s finger kept sliding back, over her perineum and coming to rest on her asshole.

His other hand grasped hers, pulling her hand up until she felt his cock. His shaft was still slick with her saliva and she understood what she wanted. As she complied, her hand jerking his wet cock his hand released hers and traveled to her breast. As he found the nipple on her right breast she took one of his testicles in her mouth, her lips closing around the orb. As he pinched and rolled her pink nub, she felt the finger against her asshole begin to travel in a slow clockwise circle. The sensation was incredible, and she began to slide her hand faster along his cock.

As he released her nipple and captured the tip of her other breast, she followed suit, releasing his right testicle and greedily sucking in the left. Her tongue ran through his pubic hair as she felt his finger arch up and press against her anus.

As he slowly pushed in, she let go of his testicle, the sensation of his finger entering her ass was incredible. She felt dirty, but at the same time act was fantastic,. Alice felt him lean forward, his cock still grasped in her hand but his testicles hanging higher above her mouth. She slowed down the action of the hand grasping his cock, and gently reaffirmed her grip on his flesh. She felt her body tingle and react to the intrusion, loving the way that even his finger felt. She felt her body pull in closing the tight ring of muscle around his finger trapping it inside her asshole.
Her eyes traveled up, taking in his sex. She saw her shaft, still straight, her hand appeared small as it encircled his cock. His balls were hanging down, the hair on his sack still matted down from where she had taken them in her mouth. And finally now that he had risen up a bit, she could see his puckered hole, nestled between his firm ass cheeks.

After his first pause, she felt his finger begin to saw in and out of her bottom. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘I’m such a dirty slut, cause I am really liking what he is doing to me.’ At the through she raised her head high, angling her neck so that she could once again take his balls in her mouth. As she succeeded, trapping both of his testicles at one time she felt him increase the tempo, his finger sliding in and out of her asshole with almost no resistance.

The sensations made her moan in pleasure, vibrating her palate and she felt him react to the new sensation on his testicles. His finger probed deeper and she could feel the web connecting his fingers against her anus as he pushed his finger all the way in. She heard him spit and felt the fluid impact against her bottom, sliding around his finger and adding more lubrication to his thrusts. She paused, his balls still firmly in her mouth, her lips almost touching his body. Yet another line had been crossed when he had lubricated her with his spit, again she thought about how lewdly dirty she was being, and she realized how much she was getting off on the thought.

 

[StoryTime87]

Andrew reveled in the sensations of Alice's actions; his moans were of low pitch and guttural as Alice worked on his sex. He looked down at the sensual display below, one of large hairy orbs disappeared where he could only see her plush bottom lip. He could feel the sensation of her lips around of his sensual orb as she sucked in tight, caressing it with her tongue. Her hand, dredged in her own spit, seemed diminutive as she stroked his engorged length; her fingers barely wrapping around his shaft as it flowed easily along the lubricated rod. It felt so good, the way she handled his loins as her hand stroking his girthy staff maintained the welling sensation in his loins from ravaging her face earlier.

Alice seemed to enjoy him exploring her bits as she writhed underneath him. He couldn't tell how experienced she was, but it seemed to be a new feeling for her as her stroking stopped as his deft fingers invaded her bottom. Her hand stopped stroking his meaty length but instead gripped it with desire as the tight ring of her ass clamped down on his finger, as if she didn't want it to leave. His eyes ran over her sloppy sex, the folds of her labia were engorged and messy from his fingers earlier. Andrew knew she was in heat and he wanted to ravage her pussy with his thick throbbing staff, but there would be time for that afterwards. He wanted her to taste his cum first to become addicted to his musk and seed before she got the pleasure of being filled with his proud length. He sawed his fingers in and out of her naughty bottom, spitting on the finger to add more lubrication to his thrusts.

His libido was raging as he felt her lean up and take both of his balls into her mouth at once; Andrew could feel the welling in his balls and the tightening in his loins as Alice's moans vibrated around his large sensitive orbs and her small hands releasing the tight grip on his shaft and danced around his bulbous sensitive head. Andrew moved his hips to her touch.thrusting his length in between the gaps of her fingers. It felt so good though he knew this wasn't where he wanted to cum. No, his throbbing mass desired the warmth of her mouth again.

Andrew gently pulled his large testicles from her tight mouth causing a slick pop as they escaped her grasp; while simultaneously moving his throbbing mass from her slick hand. He buried his finger deep in her ass as he used his other hand to steady his meaty rod at the entrance of her mouth again. The cock was pulsating, dancing up and down in his grasp as he slid his cock into the opening where she was previously suckling on the source of his seed.

God he was about to blow and he wasn't going to let anything stop him. He thrust back into her throat, not caring if she had enough of a reprieve from his invasion earlier. He needed the release as he felt her lips wrap around his thickness. His balls ached with every thrust as they bounced off of the ridge of her nose as he made sure to feel his entire length encompassed in her mouth and throat. His grunts became full of passion as he thrust wildly at her face, hearing Alice gasp and groan as she tried to get enough air to withstand the onslaught of the stiff rod invading her mouth.

Andrew gave a loud grunt as he felt his seed course through his shaft as the swollen head of his cock lightly bumped against her teeth on his backstroke. A thick stream of cum erupted from his red throbbing member, splashing on Alice's lips and tongue. The feeling caused him to shudder sending the next stream of his warm seed against her nose and glasses. Andrew started to regain some composure as his hand grasped his volatile member as a third stream blasted again in her face, some of it dribbling down underneath her glasses into her emerald eyes and dark hair. He pulled the finger out of her ass quickly as his body convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

He began to stroke his shaft, milking the cum out as it was too late to shove the sensitive rod down her throat and fill her belly. Instead he angled up and stroked out more of his warm ejaculate. Multiple thick white streams splashed against her small breasts; the mounds were covered in sticky warm ropes of his seed. Others shot farther and clung to her clothes, some pooling in her out-turned dark bra. His violent eruption eventually subsided as he stroked the last few droplets of his seed out of his exhausted cock, still somewhat hard, shaking it at her face as the fell upon her chin and dribbled into her mouth.

"Fuck Alice," he said between labored breaths as his heart pounded in his chest. "God you're such a good girl." The irony hit him as he looked down upon the fruits of his labor, the woman almost twice his years was painted in his sticky warm seed. The image in front of him was so erotic that he stealthily reached down towards the ground, searching for the bunched up fabric of his pants. Silently, he pulled out his phone and snapped two photos of the messy woman in front of him; her eyes were closed and glazed over with his white seed. He took one photo of her painted face and one of her entire body, head over the couch covered in cum, tits with cum pooling in her inverted nipples, the scrunched dress around her waist and her wanton sex, dripping in arousal and evidence that she enjoyed the night's activites. "You're so sexy, Alice. Fuck." he repeated as he could feel the dull feeling of arousal growing again in his loins.

Andrew put the phone quickly away back in his pants before saying in a gentle voice, "Let me get you a towel. My cock is aching for round 2, looks like that messy cunt of yours wants it too," he crooned in a teasing voice as he walked around into the kitchen grabbing a hand towel. He returned to her side on the couch, placing it in her sticky hands as he supported her head and lifted it back onto the couch. He began to stroke his semi-erect rod as he watched her begin to clean up as he noticed a light shine through the blinds as a car turned into the beginning of the long driveway.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice sucked in her cheeks as she ran her tongue along the wrinkled skin containing Andrews’s testicles, even while her eyes continued to dart, taking in her first real close-up of a man’s sex. Her hand remained firmly wrapped around the tip of his cock, her pinky running along the crown as he continued to work his finger in and out of her asshole. The sensation he cause sent tremors of pleasure through her, and combined with the thought of how lewd what he was doing to her, she knew she was so close to cumming. It had been so long since she had orgasmed from anything else than her own fingers that she fought to stave off the experience, to relish the feeling, even as she wanted it more than anything.

As if he sensed her, he started to finger fuck her asshole faster and harder, continuing to drip his own spit down on to the fingers invading her. He started thrusting against her hand, pushing his cock along her palm, back and forth and she circled his shaft between her forefinger and thumb, giving him some resistance. His cock twitched as she breathed in through her nose, her mouth still filled with his heavy balls..

Then Alice felt his hand brush across hers as he took his cock in his own hand, and pulled it free of her fingers. She felt his balls pull from the grip of her mouth. She saw her own spit string down, initially caught in the coarse hair that shrouded his sack and fall to land on the right lens of her glasses, causing her to blink. He didn’t miss a beat, the fingers of one hand still pressed deep in her anus while he slid his cock up along her chin and pressed the head against her lips.

The tip bobbed three times, each time it brushed against her nose and the clear fluid leaking from the slit splattered onto her lips, chin and neck. As she opened her mouth, her tongue flicking away one of the droplets, she felt him push in. With one continuous motion his cock was again full enveloped by her lips, mouth and throat. She heard her breath labor, as his balls pressed against her nose, smothering her. Then she felt him pull back out, before pushing back in. She ached, wanting to feel his mouth on her sex, to accelerate her own desire for climax; the fingers in her aching asshole continuing to drive her closer and closer to her own climax.

The he paused, his cock resting on the flat of her tongue and she felt him begin to spurt. She choked on the first ejaculation, his thick cum coating the inside of her mouth. He pulled out, the second pulse entering her gaping mouth and covering her chin and nose. She closed her eyes, to avoid the overspray from getting in her eyes, and felt his hot cum string out over her chest. Her asshole was suddenly empty as the invading digits retracted, and she realized that her opportunity for release had passed.

"Fuck Alice," she heard him moan above her. She wanted to moan in return ‘yes, yes, fuck Alice,’ but she was still trying to catch her breath. He was breathing heavily as well, the last remnants of cum dripping from his cock and onto her nose. She felt it all over her face, the scent of his cum in her nose, the taste of it on her tongue. She felt the last dollop drop and land on her nose, sliding down under her glasses and over the eyelid, pinched shut to avoid the spray. "God you're such a good girl.” He continued and she felt his leg brush against her head as she heard him step back a step or two.

A feeling of need coursed through her, and she felt her eyes tear up as she lay, her body still sprawled out on the sofa, and realized that she had just been used. It was just like sex with her husband, it was all about Andrew cumming and not her, only this time instead of her husband’s cock filling her pussy for the four or five minutes it took for him to cum, Andrew had used her mouth.

"You're so sexy, Alice. Fuck." He murmured, and she felt some of her disappointment fade. At least he didn’t roll over and go to sleep. Then he bent down, close to her cum covered face and whispered, "Let me get you a towel. My cock is aching for round 2; looks like that messy cunt of yours wants it too.”

Alice felt herself flush as her need reared up again, the anticipation of the next round filling her. She heard him move towards the sensation of his fingers filling her ass still lingered, and she wondered what his cock would feel like there, fucking her in her in the naughtiest of places. As she took off her glasses, and wiped his sticky cum from her eye. She saw the light in the kitchen blink on, and when her eyes focused again he was standing in the doorway holding a towel and slowly jerking his cock, silhouetted by the light that flooded into the room.

She watched him move towards her, upside down, until he stood over her again. Gently, he wiped his spunk off of her face, then handing her the towel, slipped his hand under her head as she sat upright, the whole time her she hungrily eyed his cock as he fisted it. Then she noticed he was looking out the window, and she saw a flash across the far wall of the room, as what had to be headlights turned into the drive.

Alice felt her stomach drop, as she realized what the lights meant. By some slim chance that the lights didn’t belong to her own Suburban, bouncing down the dirt road, word of what she had just done would spread through the small down like wildfire. “Fuck,” she whispered, as she placed the whole towel over her face, trying to sop up his sticky cum. All thoughts of her lost orgasm were gone, replaced with the dread of being caught.

She looked at Andrew, his eyes were on her, his hand still stroking his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She repeated, more to herself than to the young man who she had just sucked off. Reaching behind her, she slid first one arm, then the other into the denim dress, and while she fumbled for the buttons she looked at Andrew and whispered fiercely. “Get your pants back on!”

Alice saw him smile, as he watched her rush around. She stopped again, trying to straighten her skirt and looked at him. He was donning his pants, though they were still at his knees as she heard the tires crunch through the wet gravel. “What are you doing?” she whispered, panic in her tone. “Hurry! Do you want us to get caught?”

She instantly regretted her tone. She thought that the panic combined with the fact that her libido was still in overdrive had caused her to be short. “Sorry,” she whispered, her tone softer, and she headed toward the white light of the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder, and saw him button his pants as the front door swung inwards, sending a cold wet breeze through the house.