Hot Summer Night
By: jackieoh (jkyo2006@yahoo.com)
Hot Summer Night By: Jackioh
"That was good!" he said, stacking his dishes and silverware.
"Thanks," I managed to say.
"I mean, the fish was really light, didn't you think?"
"Yes."
"And I really liked the vegetables, what did you season them with."
"Usual stuff."
He picked up the dishes and stood stacking them in the sink for a moment. A firecracker went off down the street; then another.
"Some early fireworks, sounds like. Getting the jump on the Fourth! Maybe we'll go down to the stadium for the program tomorrow night?"
"Ok."
I picked at the fish on my plate, then sipped a little of the remaining Chenin Blanc in my glass. I stared moodily out over the lengthening shadows on the long curving driveway. I couldn't shake the low mood I was in. It had been a hard, unhappy year. A year of trying to forgive. A year of trying to make it OK. But, every so often, nothing worked and I had trouble keeping up a conversation, let alone being cheerful. At times like this I felt empty; just empty.
He gave up and walked quietly out of the room.
I filled the dishwasher and pressed ?start'. I stared out the window until the heat of the washer seeped into my legs and I could feel the steady vibration of it through my thighs.
My heart was back in my throat as I climbed the stairs. I was already feeling guilty.
KEN:
I have to admit it was all my fault. That's the first thing. The affair occurred about a year ago. It was brief and we were caught. You never think you will be caught, that's the problem. Just like in war, you always think the other guy gets shot, right? But, once you tangle your life with someone else, you lose control of the situation; you cannot predict what will happen in the other person's life which lays bare all the details of the affair. And now, whatever Ellen did, I would just have to accept it. Accept it as something I had created.
I had endured all forms of abuse, much deserved, from my wife since that fateful event. We had, so far, both concluded that what we had was still worth saving. But it was not easy.
And so came our Hot July Night. We had not been getting along for a few days. Ellen was yelling at me when she had anything to drink and I was not being very responsive since I was pissed off about her bitchy comments. Even though I had earned her abuse, it did not mean I enjoyed it.
Ellen had been drinking too much in my opinion, especially when we got together with the Sullivans. Ellen just can't stop at a couple of drinks. There was a time long ago when she could handle quite a few drinks, but not anymore.
The Sullivans have two twenty-something year olds who live at home; big guys who work on construction and drive pickup trucks. It's been obvious Ellen was attracted to one of them. Whenever we have been together, they would flirt with each other. She would tell him how cute he is and how he ought to be getting married; it was obvious that they both enjoyed the bantering back and forth. It was all harmless enough and had been going on for several years. She had become a favorite "aunt" who seemed to understand when no one else could or would. He was in fairly frequent trouble at school over the years but managed to graduate and then went to work on construction.
A month or so ago, we were having a bridge evening with the Sullivans. Ted was at home and Ellen kept disappearing when she was ?dummy' to give him some attention and nurturing. My appeals that it was time to head for home were unwelcome.
By the time I finally managed to get out the door, she was a little unsteady and loudly affectionate in her farewells. I held the door as she swung long good looking legs into the car. Her skirt slipped high on her thighs and the glimpse of white panties was sexy in spite of the situation.
The lights were out at the party store on the corner and I swung out onto Lincoln Avenue and headed toward home. Ellen leaned against the window and started nodding toward sleep. The street was empty and the streetlights flooded the front seat as they ticked by one by one. Her legs looked creamy in the sensual tan stockings.
Slipping my hand under her dress, I realized that the flirting had left her with a hot, moist pussy. Unfortunately, when she drinks she is no good in bed, all she can do is lie there like she's asleep and grumble in my ear. Still, I would sometimes give her a good fucking on a night like this even though she was more or less conked out. I was starting to feel the urge, sitting there in the silent loneliness.
I tumbled her into bed still babbling on about something that I was wrong about or talking about how cute Ted is. Rubbing my hand over her panty-covered pussy, I said:
"From the feel of this, you must have been thinking about getting Ted to slip his big cock up your pussy!" There was a hardness to my voice that was probably unfair.
"Oh, don't be silly," she chided "he's young enough to be my son. He doesn't think of me that way; ... just a nice boy no one understands." She drifted off into drink-soaked sleep.
I laid there awhile thinking about the evening; about her flirting and about her wet cunt. My cock started to rise again and I rubbed it in the silky panty-crease between her cheeks. I tried to wake her by fondling her tits and then her clit in the pool of wet in her panty crotch. But she just mumbled. Still I did have this huge hard on, so I rolled her on to her back and got between her legs. My cock felt great rubbing the silky panties and I could feel the slight scratchiness of the lace on the end of my cock.
Pulling the panty aside, I licked her clit for a moment and squeezed her tits. My pounding cock needed the warmth of a pussy around it. I didn't take her panties off, I just pulled them aside and lubricated the tip of my cock in the wetness of her cunt and it slipped in quickly. It went in easily all the way to the hilt and I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and began stroking deep into her cunt.
She mumbled unintelligible things in my ear. I could pick out small snippets.
"What are you do ...?"....
My hard pounding made the words come out in spurts.
"Get off me...." I ... didn't say you couuuuld fuck me ...e e e ee e e "
And then I heard her switch into a dreamy scene ... Ted's name came from her tossing head.
"You shouldn't b.be in mmmy pusssy, Teddy, I'm old ee nuff ... be your mother. We can't do thisssss.
"Ohhh what will it hurt?..... You can be my little boy." " suck on Mommies titties! That's it!"
"That's it! Shove it in deep! Come on, let me spread my legs further, come on baby, shove it in .... yessss, That's it! Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"The dirty talk made my cock rigid and full. I fucked her brains out; all the time her shouting "Teddy" into my ears as my cum spurted into her. I rolled off her and put my hand between her legs to feel my cum spilling out and wetting her panties. I wondered what she would think when she noticed tomorrow...she had already returned to her snoring...
That was a month ago and was the last time we had had sex.
Then the day before the Fourth of July a funny thing happened. I got home a little bit late and we had a silent dinner, just the two of us. Then she disappeared upstairs and I settled in front of the TV.
ELLEN:
I squeezed the big soapy sponge between my breasts and stood watching the bubbles slide over my breasts and drip from my nipples.
"What am I doing?"
The bubbles slipped down over my tummy and then into the dark brown thatched triangle pointing down between my legs. Slowly, so slowly, they drizzled down onto thighs curving toward knees that were now slightly weak with what I had agreed to do.
"Will this make us even? ... No, not really. Nothing can ever even the betrayal I had felt."
I tossed the shower cap onto the hook and toweled off. As I stepped into the bedroom, I stood examining my body in the mirrored wall, turning to see objectively how much damage child bearing had done. I lifted my breasts, then let them sway and turned to look at the bottom I might be showing to a stranger tonight.
"What do you expect? You're thirty-four, not twenty!" I smoothed my hands over my hips and buttocks, trying to urge them back into perky mounds.
I had been trying on dresses since morning, and ended with the first one I tried on.
The eyes in the mirror looked a little frightened. I straightened up, throwing my chest out proudly and shook a smile onto my face.
My hands shook at first, putting on the lipstick. I took a deep breath and looked into those nervous eyes. But the face nodded back at me.
"Yes, I am!"
We had been playing ping-pong, Teddy and I. In answer to my question, he told me that he and his friends hung out at a little Irish pub called Donovan's Shamrock Inn.
"I love places like that. I'm part Irish, you know! I used to go to one that sounds like that when I was young! God, those were the days!"
He hit another fast one past me and the ball skittered the length of the basement and under a couch. He came to help me find it and ended up bent over the couch. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist swatting his trim ass with the paddle. He let out a feigned shriek and insisted that he should get to return the insult. I laughingly agreed and bent over slightly, thinking he wouldn't do it.
Since he didn't have his paddle, he used his hand and gave me a stinging slap square on the buttocks that left a warm glow on my tender skin.
"Owwww! You weren't supposed to really do it. Brute!" I complained.
We laughed together and went back to the table. The tingle inside my panties continued, and I realized I was blushing terribly.
"Why don't you come to the Pub... sometime? You'd like it. I could introduce you to Donovan!" His voice was hoarse and a little breathless, and I realized that he had been screwing up his nerve to ask me that. "I'm going there tomorrow night." he stumbled on. I was stunned. I know that I had flirted with him and shown him frequent kindnesses over the years. It was understandable if he had a slight crush on his "Aunt Ellen."
I was also a little bit thrilled by that knowledge: and scared by the possibilities. We stood looking at each other for moments, his face blush red.
MY husband called down the stairs.
"Ellen, these people want to get to bed. Don't you think it's time?"
"No, I'm having too much fun. You are getting to be such a party pooper!" I called back, never taking my eyes from Ted's"
Returning to our conversation, I muttered quietly, "Oh ... I ... we ... I couldn't do that!"
"It would be fun!" he said in a whisper.
I looked away for a moment and sighed, "Yes, I know. But, I just can't do it."
There was a pregnant pause as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I have to get back upstairs now. Thanks for the lesson."
As I started up the stairs, I frowned over my shoulder and rubbed the warm spot where he had spanked me, then grinned at him.
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't. I couldn't keep the invitation out of my mind. No matter how often I told myself it was crazy, the tantalizing thought would spring back into my mind.
KEN:
I could tell something was up. There was a strange tension in the air between us. Things had, of course been tense and unpredictable for more than a year since I had what Ellen kept bringing up as "when you had your affair" as the prelude to a discussions of my shortcomings as a husband. I kept hoping we would get past it, of course; we had both concluded that divorce was wrong because of the children. And so we bumbled on, sometimes picking our way through a mine field that could blow up at any moment, but more recently, getting on with life.
It was all my fault of course, and so I mostly had to ride out the storms and do my best to bring things back to an even keel. All of this means that we still love each other. But we are definitely experiencing the rocky side of marriage. That would be true too.
For a week or so, Ellen has been more distant than usual. Cool, seemingly preoccupied. She had taken to staring off into space and when asked, she would reply quickly.
"Oh, nothing, nothing, just daydreaming, I guess,"
ELLEN:
What would it be like? Like dating again? Maybe it would just be a friendly get together, just like all the times we had teased each other when I visited his parents. That would be ... OK.
Then I would pull myself upright and try to put it out of my mind again. Once, sitting in front of the TV with my husband, my mind wandered from the program he had turned on. I suddenly realized that I was fantasizing about it again and my panties were moist.
A week had gone by since the ping-pong episode and we were attending a huge wedding party. I ran into Teddy and a few of his friends as I returned from the ladies' room and he turned to say hello.
"Dance with me?" I said.
"I can't dance?"
"You have to learn sometime." I laughed, pulling him onto the floor. His friends made the usual teasing remarks and he came along willingly.
"Have you been practicing your ping-pong?" he asked, an arch grin crossing his face.
"Not since you were so mean to me." I pouted up at him.
"Mean?"
"You hit me!" I frowned.
"You hit me first!" he laughed.
He was a little clumsy and we bumped together trying to avoid another couple. I felt his erection against my stomach and I must have tensed slightly.
"Sorry." he said quietly.
"It's OK."
To reassure him, I pressed closer and his cock rode against me as we danced.
"Sorry." he said once more. "You're hot ... you know?"
"I don't mind, really I don't. I'll take it as a compliment." I said. I felt his hand exploring my back along my bra strap and then along my spine downward until it rested just above my bottom.
"Are you reading the labels of my underwear by Braille?" I giggled. "Now I'm sorry - I shouldn't tease you like that. I'm being unfair."
"Sorry!" he said.
"I was just going to tell you the label of my panties is on the side, not the back. Oops there I go again, teasing you," I giggled against his chest.
His cock felt warm as I let it slide across my mound. Warm and large.
"You're doing very well for someone who says he can't dance!"
I moved so that his bulge slipped easily from one side of my mound to the other. The silk dress felt suggestive and sexy between his cock and my tummy.
"Did you think about going to Donovan's?"
We had stopped moving and just stood pressed together gently swaying in time with the music.
"Yes."
"And?" I looked up at him and half closed my eyes. A long moment passed and we stopped moving entirely. I felt his lean body against mine and his hand on my hip.
"I'll come, if you like. Just for one drink ... maybe."
"Great. When?"
"Thursday night? Eight?"
Yes, great!"
"I have to go. I'm giving you a bad reputation," I joked. I withdrew slightly just as the music ended and left him standing alone. My heart was in my throat at what I had just agreed to do. My nipples were taut and tented the silk dress. That was last weekend and here I was torn with guilt and anxiety.
Staring into the mirror, I fastened the bra around my waist and then turned it to slip my breasts into the cups. The panties in a rich matching platinum color were pretty and feminine and felt sensual as I pulled them up. I tucked the garter belt suspenders down through the legs, realizing that I was making it easy for someone to have access to me. I looked into the mirror once again, looking for my image to make me change my mind. But it didn't.
Standing up, I looked into the full-length mirror once more. I looked very sexy in the Givenchy stockings. The dark bands at the top contrasted nicely with my tanned legs and the sheen of the taut nylon gleamed as I slipped into the white heels. The panties were just transparent enough so the dark triangle showed.
I couldn't believe how I was preparing myself for another man.
"You tramp." I muttered, re-snapping the clip and pulling the garter tighter.
"I blame it on mother," I thought ruefully. When I finally told her that my morose behavior was because of Ken's affair, she sympathized for a time, and then told me a story.
"You'll just have to have one yourself!" she said, "like your grandmother did!
The thing is that I never thought I would actually do such a thing. I was astonished to hear about my dear grandmother and it did take my mind off my own planned sin just a little bit. Still, I knew it was all my fault. I was doing this because I wanted to.
You could call it getting even.
You could call it curiosity. I had never had sex with anyone besides my husband.
I dropped the summery pink floral dress over my head and examined the picture in the mirror.
"Overdressed!" I muttered, turning to the side and smoothing one hand over my tummy. I stood for awhile as the minutes ticked away, questioning myself.
"You can still chicken out!" I said quietly.
I was overdressing for a simple little friendly meeting. I knew that it was to make a point, a mean point to my husband sitting unsuspectingly in front of the TV downstairs.
Another dab of perfume behind each knee, then trailed up under my dress along silken thighs. I dropped the full skirt down over my legs and held one leg out to see it fall just above the knee.
KEN:
It was a hot evening and I was surprised to see her come downstairs wearing a really nice dress, nylons and heels.
"Where are you going?" I asked. She really looked extraordinarily good, makeup and lipstick on like she was ready for our first date. She answered that she was just going out and walked straight out to the car I assumed she would come back and let me know when she would be back. But she didn't, and I heard the Cadillac roar out of the driveway. I went to the window to see her turn toward town.... It was a mystery.
After sitting and thinking it over, I started thinking about where she could be going. It was obvious by her attitude that she was rubbing my nose in it. But I couldn't think of any reasons for her to be going alone so dressed up.
It did not seem possible ... knowing her attitudes about such things, that she had a date with some guy. She is simply not the sort to go for an ordinary roll in the hay. Still...... Then I thought of the night when she had thought I was the young Ted fucking her in her drunken half sleep.
"I wonder?"
I remembered at last that I had heard them joking about the tavern where he hangs out. It is a bar on the east side of town with an Irish name - perfect since she comes from a little bit of Irish heritage.
"I wonder"
ELLEN:
Driving east toward the city, I reminded myself that I was not necessarily heading for an affair. I had said only that I would come for a drink. The smooth powerful car enhanced the adventure. I felt wonderfully feminine sitting in my favorite car, the red velour seats soft and sensual under my silken legs.
"Remember, it's not a date. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing!" I said aloud.
"I'll just have a drink ... and we'll joke around together ... and it will just be fun!"
I realized I was driving too fast and slowed just in time to slip into the Seven-Eleven at the intersection. I was trying to quit smoking, but this wasn't the night for it. I ordered a pack of Marlboros, then changed my mind and got two instead. Some gum to take away the tobacco breath.
Then just as I was fishing a twenty out of my purse, I noticed the sign. "Ribbed, with her pleasure in mind." I stacked the package on top of the cigarettes and waited for my change.
"If this isn't a date - why that last little shopping item?" I said to myself, catching my eye in the rear view mirror.
"It's only sensible!" I muttered as I pulled out into traffic. "Just in case."
I parked in the lot behind the bar and sat for a few minutes, still unsure of what I was doing. Finally, I swung the door open and walked into Donovan's by the back door. The long hallway leads into a dimly lighted room heavy on green neon shamrocks and leprechauns. A piano player was surrounded by willing singers and I spotted my handsome young friend among them.
I touched his shoulder and he turned and gave me a chaste hug and a loud hello.
"You came!" he said boisterously.
His friends turned to stare at me and he introduced me to four tall buddies, all very happy. I noted that their eyes were all over me, making me self-conscious but pleased. They made room for me at the piano bar with me pressed snugly between Teddy and his friend Kevin. They all seemed to have Irish names and Kevin was the first to ask me to dance. His hands brushed across my breasts each time he twirled me, but he was a good dancer and I ignored it.
The strong Manhattan I had ordered was ready when we returned and I took a comforting drink of it. The boys were very nice and I began enjoying myself, cautiously switching to wine for my second drink. They were boisterous and cheerful and they made me feel wonderfully welcome. I enjoyed the singing and also the flirting. They made me feel desirable and pretty. It was great!
When the piano player went on a break, Teddy picked a slow song on the juke box and danced me away from the others.
"You look beautiful!" he murmured.
"Thank you, kind sir!" I said and squeezed him. "You're not bad yourself. I like your friends, too. It's nice of them to be so nice to me."
"Yeah. I think they'll leave soon." He sounded hopeful, I noted.
It was like our last dance, not much movement, but he had become a lot more direct. His arm swept far around me, enveloping me, and I soon felt that bulge once again bumping my tummy. I closed my eyes a moment and let the feeling pleasure me.
"I said I'd just come for one drink. I'm already over my limit."
"But you'll stay, won't you? I really want to talk." Teddy pulled me a little closer and his lips were close to my ear as he talked. I shivered and pulled his hand between us, snugly against my breast.
"Maybe a little longer," I murmured against his chest.
His hand slipped a little lower on my hip and his cock bumped my mound again.
"Sorry."
"I don't mind." I pressed back against it.
He moaned quietly.
I stifled my own moan of pleasure, but I'm sure he felt a tremor that went through my body at the touch of him against my mound. I was enjoying myself more than I could recall for some time.
As we walked back, he said, "Why don't we take a booth?" He led me to the corner booth. As we sat down, his friends gave out cat-calls from the piano bar. Teddy waved them off with a self-conscious grin.
"Did you tell them I'm your aunt?"
"No! I just said you were my friend."
"Oh, good. I'm proud of you!" I laughed. "A lesser man would have made excuses for meeting an older woman."
"You may be an older woman, but you're also the prettiest in the place!"
I nudged him with pleasure and sipped my wine as his thigh snuggled against mine.
The others kept coming to the booth and flirting. I loved it, and I danced with each of them again. I had to guide Kevin's hands from slipping down on my bottom and fend off another hand lingering too long on the side of my breast. I left it there for quite awhile, then guided it away with a smile into Robert's eyes.
KEN:
I could not stay home pacing back and forth any longer and got in my car to see if I could find her car parked someplace. I went past the church lot but it was empty, past the favorite restaurant in town and then headed for the Shamrock Bar on the east side. My heart was in my throat. It seemed sneaky. And also, I really didn't want to find it there.
I cruised along in front of it and didn't see the White Cadillac. Then as I rounded the corner, I caught sight of it there in the rear parking lot. I cruised around the block a few times thinking about what to do. I cruised around for awhile trying to decide what I should do. I started to drive home instead. I stopped for a traffic light. Then turned back toward the bar.
I parked some distance away and walked past the front window and glanced in. I passed by two or three times but didn't see her. Though it was about half full. My heart was in my throat, fearing what I might be walking into. And still unsure what my reaction could be.
Still if it was innocent, it would not be good to be caught spying on her in this way, so I had at least two reasons to be cautious.
I found the back door and caught a glimpse of them in the far corner booth. Cigarette smoke drifted up from the booth. Retreating, I pushed into the men's room and leaned heavily against the wall to think.
"Oh, shit!" I muttered.
The door banged open and two young guys came in and positioned themselves at the two furthest urinals.
"Holly shit, she's some babe, eh? Is he boinking her."
"Yeah! Holy shit, is right. Did you catch those tits? Jeez. He just says she's a friend of his mother."
"Life ain't fair. You should see my mother's friends!" He looked down and regarded his stream thoughtfully. "If he's not going to, I'd like to!"
"God, she's hot. I can't get the thought of shoving this into her out of my mind. You know what I mean?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"And those tits are real, man."
"How would you know, you shit?"
Touched them when we danced, man. They are real and they are wonderful."
They fell silent and I pretended to be drying my hands.
They left without stopping at the sink.
"Oh, man! Ellen, here we come!" one of them said as the door swung open.
The knot in my stomach tightened as he said my wife's name.
Donovan's is in one of those old buildings with great high ceilings. There is a balcony along two sides of it and I made for the narrow winding stairway. I took a seat with a view of Ellen's booth, yet partially hidden by the ornate iron pillar.
They were laughing and seemed to be having a good time. Ted led her to the juke box to pick out some music. His arm was around her waist, hand resting low on her hip as they stood thigh to thigh .The colored lights of the jukebox lighted there faces garishly and he fondled the soft flesh under his hand. I was jealous in spite of myself.
They danced a little bit to the music, his hand cupping her ass and her arms around his neck the way she liked to do when she was getting a little bit tipsy. Their bodies pressed tightly together and I thought about his cock bumping against her under all the silks and satins covering it. I thought of how her pussy must be beginning to swell and moisten as he moved against her. At the end of a twirl, they moved to straddle each other's thighs as they swayed to the music.
He danced her out of sight under the balcony and I couldn't see them any longer. They danced on in the dark secluded corner for a long time. I waited impatiently, the thought of what they were doing driving me slightly crazy.
ELLEN:
Eventually single girls came in and the others drifted off to see if they could make a new friend, leaving Teddy and I alone with our conversation. His hand lay warmly on my thigh and I reinforced his confidence by putting mine on top of his, slipping my fingers down the cracks between his.
He was surprised when his fingers found the clasp of my garter straps holding my stockings snug. He lingered there, toying with the snap through the layers of silk.
"You think I'm an old-fashioned girl, do you?" I giggled, flirting shamelessly.
"No, not really. But,.. can I see?"
Looking around quickly, I pulled my skirt and slip up until they were above the dark reinforcement band and a little white flesh showed above a pink stripe at the very top of the stocking. Even the elegant Givenchy logo looked sexy emblazoned across my legs. He reached for my thigh.
I snapped my dress down. "You said ?look' not touch." I complained lightly.
His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth.
"Wow. Very hot!"
His hand went to my knee and I let him caress my leg through the silky nylon. It felt so good to be touched with such obvious passion, that I wanted it to continue.
We were intensely talking about his life and concerns as his hand slowly progressed under my dress. I continued drinking the wine and continued to feel very sensual and soft. His caresses became wonderfully welcome as my wine-induced good feeling continued to rise.
We danced more and I hung from his neck like a trophy, his cock caressing me as I bumped my mound against him. It felt delicious, its bold firmness fondling its way from one side of my mound to the other as we swayed to one song after another.
In the darkest corner of the dance floor, he became bolder. Both hands slipped up along my sides and found my breasts. His eyes were closed as he pressed close and squeezed them.
"Someone might see ...." I protested weakly.
"They are so beautiful."
?Thank you." I moaned softly.
His hands felt strong but gentle and I allowed myself the pleasure of letting him fondle me. It felt so good that my knees were weak. He caught the nipples and teased them even harder. I felt myself moistening between my legs.
My bottom was pressed against the wall and his cock searched my dress for my mound.... and found it again and again.
"Mmmmmm," I said quietly as I guided his hands reluctantly away from my breasts and back to a very low grip on my hips, which pleased me nearly as much. I looked nervously around the room, but no one seemed to be paying any attention, so I raised his hands once more until he lifted my breasts in his big hands and then stooped to kiss between them in my cleavage.
I slipped my hand under his shirt in the back and fondled the smooth skin of his broad back, while he played with my breasts. It was thrilling.
KEN:
As they walked back to the booth hand in hand, I could see that he managed to bump her crotch a couple times with his hand. The bulge in his pants was evident; he shifted the leg of the pants so he could walk more easily.
She had uncrossed her legs and I could tell she had spread her thighs to let him play there.
I was envious. Her skirt hid his hand from view. Still talking and smiling into his eyes, Ellen touched his chest and I watched as her fingers caressed him, slipping from one nipple to the other and then across the flat muscular stomach. The funny thing was that I think my cock was just as hard as his.
At last they made a move to leave. They said good night to some of his cronies at the bar. I could see that all eyes were on Ellen and she flirted back with them under the guise of the motherly, but very sexy older friend of Ted.
After giving them a little time to get out, I paid my bill and rushed out the front door and down the street to my car. A train crossing delayed the white car and I was able to catch and follow it. The tires bumped noisily over the railroad track and I let two cars get between us before following to the edge of town. I could not tell if there were two people in the car and I saw no evidence of Ted's pickup truck.
The car turned down the river road. I waited several minutes before following. Had I lost them? There were no cars to be found. I stepped on the gas and raced ahead, still finding no one. Too far! I turned around on the narrow lane, backing deep against the encroaching bushes then close to the tree on the other side and back again, eager to retrace my path and find them again.
More slowly this time, I watched for some hint of the car, a track, a side trail, anything.
There! A brief light flared through heavy underbrush. It must be them.
I sped past and parked down the road and sat for another minute or two, deep in thought. The scene was eerie; a bright moon illuminated the scene in that silver light that only a full moon can produce. I had no problem finding my way, it was almost like midday. In fact, I would be lucky to get close without them seeing me. And I did want to get close.
Silently, I walked back along the road and found a convenient knoll very near the car. Taking a circuitous path behind trees and bushes, I made my way to a vantage point that let me remain in deep shadows while looking right into the car with a three quarter view. I tried to calm my racing heart and crouched low.
Two cigarettes burned in the darkness. Soft romantic music came from the open window and the dash lights illuminated the interior in soft light. They were necking now and I edged a bit closer.
"Oh we shouldn't" At least I think that is what I heard from Ellen -- followed by silence. I thought of how the silence meant tongues fencing, exploring, and teasing as two lovers' mouths played together. In my mind it was beginning to sound like a replay of the night in our bed when she fantasized that I was Teddy and "mothered" me.
ELLEN:
"I'll walk you to your car, then." His voice sounded disappointed. "Sure you won't stay awhile? We can go someplace else!"
I bumped against him at the door, my head spinning a little from the drinks. I smiled up at him.
"Whoops. That means I better get going!"
His arm was around my waist and I leaned close as we walked.
He stopped. I turned into his arms and he kissed me. His hands fondled my bottom through the dress, then slowly began raising it with eager fingers until I was exposed in the back and his hands fingers could toy with my bottom through my panties.
I slipped my tongue between his lips and enjoyed the fondling. His dick pressed against me and I slipped my hands down to cup his tight ass and pull him closer.
Finally we continued walking, both a little unsteady.
He opened the passenger door for me.
"Someone stole my steering wheel!" I joked. "Can we talk a minute?"
I slipped into the seat and tucked my legs inside and he closed the door.
As soon as he got under the wheel, he reached for me and I eased myself across his lap. His lips found mine and our tongues met in a moist, warm kiss as his hand slipped under my dress and along the outside of my thigh. He squeezed gently and I tried to relax. Our mouths made wet milking motions as he sucked me into his mouth and swirled his tongue around mine.
His hand slipped along the nylon on the outside of my thigh until his fingers found the edge of my panties. He toyed with the hem and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and felt along the curve of my bottom. My skirt was pushed up so that the top of my stocking showed and he fondled all along my thigh as we kissed. I squirmed against his chest, my nipples feeling tingly and needing to be soothed.
The hand roamed down the length of my leg and then teasingly moved to the other leg. When it was at the knee and between my legs, I clamped it between two nyloned knees. He stopped for a moment as the kiss continued. He played with my knee for a moment, savoring the silky feeling and I opened a little. His hand smoothly slipped between silken thighs, caressing and fondling and squeezing the stocking.
We paused the kiss and looked at each other. I pressed a light kiss on his lips and his hand moved further up my thigh, coming very close to the moist panties between my legs. His hand was on my bare thigh and I gently squeezed it again, not restraining him, but he paused again and fondled my leg. He was breathing very heavily.
We just held each other like that for what seemed like a long time, touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing. I felt warm and soft and beautiful.
He left my skirt high on my thighs and moved his hand onto my breast. He cupped it through the dress at first and then unbuttoned a couple buttons and slipped his hand inside. My nipple responded as he caressed me though the silk. I kissed his ear and then pointed my tongue into it as he played with my breast and squeezed my nipples.
"Ohhhh, Teddy, "I breathed into his ear. His hand tightened and my breast popped out of the cup; I pulled the strap off my shoulder so that he was fondling my bare breast. I heard him moan as he bent down to suck my nipple between moist lips.
He stopped to look at my breast. After letting him look at me for a time, I slowly covered it and asked for a cigarette.
"I've always wanted to drive one of these." he said, as we sat wreathed in cigarette smoke. "Can we take a little ride?"
I didn't answer immediately.
"Yes. That would be nice, I think."
He eased the car into the street and drove away at a leisurely pace.
My panties were very wet with excitement, yet I was still unsure of what was going to happen. I could still feel his hand on my breast and thighs and recall the warmth it had brought between my legs.
"Where are we go ...?" I said as he made a sharp turn into a narrow road, with trees arching over it.
"Along the river road. It's nice along here."
The next turn was even more startling. Almost hidden by heavy brush, it would not be easy to find if I had been alone. The car bumped and rocked along a rutted path and then we were close to the river shining silver in the bright moonlight.
"Oh! It's pretty here. Are we ... are we safe here?" I asked nervously.
He turned off the lights and the engine. The radio curled music through the sudden silence we had rushed into.
I smiled at him and let him unbutton another button down the front of my dress. He looked so cute, his eyes burrowing into my cleavage now more and more exposed. His big fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I arched my back almost instinctively, pushing my bosom upward. Upward and out toward him. I tried to calm my racing pulse and rested my hands on his wrists. Looking down, I saw his fingers touch the soft mounds eagerly.
"You know, as long as I remember, you understood more than my parents did. I could never talk to them like this, never."
"I've always liked you, you know that." I said.
"When I got in trouble, you always gave me the benefit of the doubt. I really appreciated it."
"And you were always in trouble!"
?I always had a crush on you, you know." He laughed.
"Since when?" I couldn't resist being thrilled by this comment. I know it is vain, but I loved hearing it even though it was always obvious. It was sensual hearing him say it now. Teddy slipped one finger softly into the crease between my breasts and I smiled at how intent he was looking at me. My platinum colored bra was sort of radiant in the glow of the car lights and bright moonlight. In spite of myself, I pressed my arms against them and forced the round melon like mounds to stand out above the Victoria's Secret bra.
"Since I was about twelve, actually."
I kissed him quickly.
"Twelve? Ohmigod, so early? That is sweet of you."
"Yep. ..... I've been dreaming of.... you. All these years, dreaming ... of you and of.... these ..." His voice was once again slightly hoarse.
My nipples leapt at the thought of that. I knew that he had always stared at me and then looked away self-consciously all through his teen years. And I knew that I had tried to avoid letting him know that I had caught him looking down my dress.
His lips found mine and his tongue searched. I responded, parting my lips and pointing my tongue out to meet his. The tingling surged from my tongue just like my very first French kiss. Everyone remembers that thrill, and how it fades over the years of marriage. A stranger's tongue brightens the feeling all over again. My nipples were standing hard against my soft bra and I wanted his hands to find them again. And they did. I pressed them into his big hands and he squeezed and lifted them and let his hands roam to every bit of my breasts, lingering along the crease under them and then returning to pay attention to my nipples jutting through the silky fabric. I sighed and urged his hands to continue.
His tongue was deep in my mouth, a bit clumsily, but nice; the eagerness he was feeling made him seem rambunctious rather than like a perfect lover. But I enjoyed the rambunctious-ness because it was me causing his excitement. My body was making him hot!
We came up for a breath of air, but he clung to my breasts. I planted little kisses on his lips before I spoke.
"I thought I noticed you looking down my dress sometimes over the years." I giggled.
"Yes, and more." he said smugly.
"MORE?" I grasped his hands and leaned back.
"More!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well ... .... I hope I can tell you this ... without, well, you know. Once when I was about fourteen, you were looking for a place to change into your swimsuit. You came into the basement storeroom?"
"Yes ... "
"Well, you didn't see me but I was up on the top bunk of an old bed in the back of the room."
"Ohmigod, you weren't! I could have been put in jail for corrupting you. And you little sneak; you just laid there watching me?"
"Yeah! It was heaven!"
"And you saw?"
"Everything!"
I squealed in pretended shock. "I should spank you!" I laughed.
"I've been jerking off thinking of you ever since!"
I punched him lightly. "Stop! It's not fair! I haven't seen any of you!"
He thought about that a moment. "All the more reason to go skinny-dipping!"
"I can't do that!" I giggled. "My hair will get wet. All these clothes ..."
"Last one in!" he muttered, and opened the door, flooding me with light.
He walked to the grassy bank of the river and I followed him, my heels sinking into the dirt until I reached the grass.
He stood in the bright moonlight in a brilliant white T-shirt and jockey shorts jutting out with his dick.
"I really can't!" I protested. "My husband will know!"
I walked up to him and let him fold me into his arms. We continued the soul kissing and I pressed my tummy against the firm projection under his shorts.
"I should be home ... but this is such fun!"
I rubbed my hand across his broad firm back and then up his front to squeeze and fondle his nipples and the glorious muscles across his chest. Teddy fondled my breasts just as I was fondling his. My panties were drenched and he was making it even worse. His dick rolled against my mound. He lifted my skirt and his cock probed against me through the silky layer of my slip. Lightning rods of pleasure rocketed through me as I felt his fingers pulling my slip out of the way and then there was only the soft cotton of his jockey shorts between his hot dick and my curly triangle of dark hair. I closed my eyes in pleasure and he moaned into my ear.
I found a tiny hole in his t-shirt and slipped my nail into it. Like a tiger, I ripped a larger hole and pressed my breasts against his bare chess. We clung to each other and wriggled. Urgently, I unclasped the front closure of my bra and felt it snap apart. I sighed long and hard as the pleasure of his hairy chest against my nipples. I tore the hole larger still and then stepped back to snatch it completely off his body. We were laughing uncontrollably and I finally had him completely nude on top. We rushed back together, fondling each other hard with our bodies. My breasts rolled back and forth against his nipples and his dick felt huge against me.
He rolled my nipples between his fingers a little too hard and I winced with pain.
"Sorry!" He said quickly. "I can't help it. They make me crazy!"
"It's OK, don't worry." I said. "Do it more. I like it."
He bent to take my left nipple in his mouth while his other hand brushed the cup of my bra aside and cupped me, squeezing and touching and soothing the other breast. I was standing on tip toe and pressing close.
Slowly, I felt for the waistband of his underwear and slipped my long fingers under the elastic in the back first. Tickling a line across the crease of his ass, I teased with a light touch until he sighed heavily and pulled me close against my breasts.
While he moaned quietly, I ran a finger up and down along the crack, feeling the texture of the taut youthful muscles. I pressed into the crease, gently exploring, fondling, slipping along against the smooth valley. I felt the roughness first and circled just at the edge of his anus, toying with it, temptingly close. Finally, I pressed the fleshy pad of my middle finger over his anus and felt him tremble against me.
"Do you like that?"
"Uh, yes," he gasped. I rubbed a little more and then grasped his cock and balls with the other. The jockey shorts felt deliciously masculine and his balls and cock filled my hand. I squeezed and listened to the sharp intake of excitement escape from tight lips as he squeezed my breasts very hard. I shrugged my breasts in his hands and nibbled his nipple for a moment then bit sharply as I grasped his cock a little harder.
"Ouch!" he said sharply. "Shit!"
"Shall I stop?"
"... (gulp) no!?"
I knelt in front of him, kissing a trail down the center of his body. I tongued his bellybutton with lingering licks, then pressed my cheek against the line of hair running down his centerline until I found the band of his underwear. I could smell his manliness. I could smell the precum. The precum making his cock head sticky and slippery and ready for me. I inhaled his scent deeply and nuzzled the snug outline of balls and cock. I kissed from his left ball all along the shaft jutting up against his belly and found the blunt helmet, sticky and moist. A kiss brought another gasp from my young and beautiful stud. I caressed down the crisp curly hair of his massive thighs and put my tongue against the split end of the helmet.
"Ohhhh, Ellen!"
It felt lovely and slightly naughty running the tip of my tongue up and down the slit peeking above the elastic band. It was beautiful in the moonlight, alone by the babbling stream at our feet. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. I smiled and exposed the head of his dick by pulling his pants down a couple inches. Slowly, I pulled them lower and reached inside to cup his balls.
"Ohhh, god!"
"You're so big!" I blurted out. "And, so pretty!" I said. His dick looked full and tense and important. It curved upward slightly and the head was sharply defined by the groove behind it. It looked deep and purposeful, though I didn't know what the purpose of the deep groove could be. I loved the way it looked, crisp and hard. He was so hard that it looked like one of those balloons for making balloon animals. But at the same time it looked smooth as a polished piece of ivory.
The head was dark in the moonlight, dark and menacing. It swayed before me beckoning me to do something nice for it -- or else! I knelt back and looked at it, still holding his balls in both my hands.
"Oh, take it." His voice was taut.
I pressed my lips against the head and slowly, slowly let it slide between my lips and sucked my lips down around the groove.
Teddy nearly screamed when he felt my mouth so wet around the head of his lovely cock.
"Careful ... I'll cum!" he said sharply, sounding like he was holding on for dear life.
I stopped moving my tongue around it and just held him, rolling my eyes up to look into his.
"Oh, my god, ... so good! Oh, please, .... please let me put it in!"
He pulled me up to my feet and I smiled into his eyes. Our tongues played together again and I heard him groan as he sucked on mine. His hands pulled up my dress and his hands slipped into my panties for the first time. I urged my mound against him and felt the hot joy of his cock head against me.
I squealed as he lifted me off the ground, then wrapped my legs around his waist for support. Our kiss continued. and I felt him begin walking. The moist panel of my panties was pressed against the jutting cock head. It felt warm and firm and it was tempting.
"Maybe we shouldn't!" I murmured while kissing pecking kisses over his lips and cheeks and clutching his head with my arms. He continued walking.
"What if someone comes?" I continued.
"It's going to be me." he said.
"I mean someone else," I giggled. "Someone who catches us?"
But he wasn't listening. He put my bottom on the hood of the car and pressed his cock into the soft folds of my vulva through my panties. We continued rutting against each other, still sucking on each other's mouths and our sex madly rubbing against each other. His cock felt just as big as it had looked.
I was full of sensations. My breasts were jutting against the smooth muscularity of his chest. I was so wet ... I couldn't imagine ever being so wet between my legs. I felt vulnerable and softly open.
He reached between us and pressed a finger under my panties and into my vagina in one quick motion. I started slightly and gasped into his mouth.
?You like that; you like me finger-fucking you, Ellen? You like me fucking you?" His adolescent swagger was in the harsh words, but his voice was between a cry and a tender tone.
I clung to his neck and nodded as one finger became two.
"Tell me, bitch. .... I mean, tell me, Ellen."
"Finger-fuck me, honey. Yes, finger-fuck me! Feel what I am like, feel what my vagina is like inside. Touch me inside." I murmured. The fingers moved, slipping against each other, parting the folds of my vagina and I pressed against his hand.
"I have to fuck you. Let me put it in!" he pleaded.
I clung to him but he forced me back onto the hood of the car and I looked up at the starry heavens for a moment. But I wouldn't let go of his neck and he stood up again with my body still clasped around him.
"I have to .... .... have to ... I want you!"
I felt his hard cock along the crease between my legs and scooted forward so that he could press between my legs.
He pulled my panties aside again and jammed his dick against the engorged lips of my vulva. The big head pressed against the wrong place and I said sharply into his ear, "Wait! Not there!" And then, another thought shot to the front of my mind.
"Wait, wait, you can't put it in. You don't have a rubber on!" Even through the warm alcoholic haze, I thought of that.
He rubbed hard against me making fucking motions between my legs, his cock rubbing along the length of my vulva, the lips forming a soft crease for him. The car rocked with our fucking motion.
"Have to! ... "he cried into my ear. It felt nice and I hung on while he dry-humped my soft crease. My panties slipped aside so that the elastic was centered and one lip could feel his velvet skin and the other felt his cock through wet nylon.
I nibbled his ear and whispered over and over, "Cum, honey, cum, cum!" All too quickly he spurted between us. It was the powerful spurt of youthful excitement and some of it splashed warmly against my breast. I leaned back and tried to angle my pelvis so he could feel all of me. I humped back against his wild thrusting motions.
He stopped moving ... all too soon for me, but I felt such tenderness for him that it didn't mind being left hanging.
I cuddled him close and he tucked his head deep into my neck, kissing me slowly, no longer the eager kisses of a rampant satyr, but the nuzzling kisses of a completely satisfied male. He pressed me back onto the hood and I lay staring up at the beautiful moon, low over the trees as he moaned happily and pressed his cheek against my mound. He moved against my panties, kissing and nuzzling and sliding his hands under my bottom.
"I need a swim! Are you coming?" he said, then kissed me one more time through my panties and stood up. He left me there unsatisfied under the stars. I smiled to myself, pleased that he found me exciting. The lingering thrill of his cum was still warm on my skin. I caused it! The excitement, the buildup of all that pressure and hot thick cum; then the feel of soft folds of my vulva had made it shoot up his long cock and splash against the under curve of my breast and then dribble into a stain on my dress.
The tension of arousal remained as a dull ache just above my mound and I rubbed my panties there with the palm of my hand and curled my fingers between my legs. I felt happy in spite of the ache.
I heard the splash as he ran into the water, then his call back to me.
"The water's great, Ellen. Come on in. You can keep something on if you want. Remember I saw it all ten years ago!" He laughed loudly.
"Brat!" I answered, swinging my legs down off the hood. I found the stadium blanket in the back seat and slipped it around my shoulders. My purse lay on the seat and just as I was about to close the door, I rummaged a moment and took out the little package.
KEN:
Watching them, I felt close to throwing up. I had stayed too long already and seen too much to ever forget. He had shot his load and was all done. I realized they would soon be back in the car and driving away and I decided to beat a hasty retreat. As I looked around for the best way to creep away to my car, I saw Teddy stand up, pull up the white jockey shorts and stand before her rubbing his package with satisfaction.
Ellen lay across the hood of the car, her white slip and her underwear gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight.
"What time is it?" she said.
I couldn't help looking for my watch. 1:15 AM.
After moving through the bushes as quietly as possible. I ran down the road to my car. I wanted to be back at home before she arrived.
My tortured mind brought the images of moonlight lovemaking. It seemed my hands were tied. My own affair more than a year ago now made it difficult or impossible for me to take issue with Ellen. She had, at the very most evened the score between us.
I practiced the speech I would give to her young stallion. I would certainly be able to put a scare into him with the details of this evening's activity. The son of a close friend or not, I thought I could make this a one time affair.
Tossing the keys onto the counter, I opened the refrigerator for ice cubes and poured a long drink of Scotch. I took a long drink of it and pondered where I wanted to be when she arrived. I imagined how disheveled and stained her clothes would be as she crept guiltily into the family room from the garage. I turned out the lights and drank the tall drink.
A half hour became forty-five minutes and worry crept back into my mind.
ELLEN:
I closed the car door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and the interior light blinked out, leaving me in the moonlight with the sound of Teddy's splashing. It worried me that he was in the river, still with the alcohol affecting him.
In the distance, a car started up, but it sounded quite a way off. I listened a moment but didn't hear anything approaching. We seemed to be completely alone.
"Teddy! Come out!" I half shouted.
"Ellen you come in!" he laughed a happy drunk's laugh. But, he soon appeared out of the deep and waded toward me, his hard cock still bobbing in front of him.
He came up dripping wet and threatened to hug me.
"You'll have to air dry," I giggled. "I didn't know I would need beach towels."
"Can I have your slip?"
"I suppose, if you want. It won't be much of a towel, though."
"Can I have your panties?" he smirked, demonstrating a little drunken adolescence was present.
"You are soooo naughty!" I laughed as I hugged him in spite of the damp skin, then offered the blanket.
"We might need that!" he taunted me. I nudged his ribs and we giggled together.
"I brought something." he said, walking toward the car.
He was soon back carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and four cans of beer in the plastic holder of a six pack.
"Denny thought we might need this!" He popped the top of a beer and put the others down. The wine bottle was three quarters full and Denny had been thoughtful enough to put a red plastic cup on it for me.
"That was sweet of Denny! But, do you think we need more?"
He swayed slightly. "Can't hurt." He poured my wine and touched his can against my cup. "Here's to .... my wonderful Aunt Ellen! Who stuck by me through thick and thin, and now..... "
I looked up in anticipation of how he would end that sentence.
"And now ... a wonderful ..... " he kissed me and his tongue felt gentle as it sought entry between my lips. I opened my lips and moved my lips over the tip of his tongue.
"You're not going to say wonderful piece of ____ ...."
He giggled drunkenly and blurted, "That too!" and choked with laughter.
I jabbed his ribs and he calmed down and hugged me close.
"Getting late," I muttered.
"Nah!" He turned and spread the blanket, then turned and unbuttoned my dress. I didn't protest, but let him continue slipping the buttons out of the holes until my bra was once again in view. He slipped the dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it and let him hang it on a nearby bush.
His dick had obviously recovered and was jutting out with its upward curve. He took me in his arms and let me feel the cock as it probed my panty line through the slip. He fondled my bottom and I snuggled against it, moving a little so that his helmet explored me. It tickled when he slid his hands under both my slip and panties and played lightly across the crease of my bottom. The tingling began all over again. With the dull ache above my mound from not cumming, it wasn't quite the same, but I trembled all the same.
"Cold?" he asked.
"No." I paused a long moment. "No, it feels nice. I like you doing that. Touching me like that."
"Like what?"
I grinned up at him. "Smart-alek. It feels nice when you tickle my ass, then! If I must say it!"
"Oh!" he giggled into my ear and continued playing in my panties while I pressed against his lovely cock.
We stood like that for minutes, sucking each other's tongues, kissing, fondling. I had my hands lightly on his hips, just enjoying the narrow waist full of power. And as he sighed through his nose, I began pinching his nipples again, until he moaned quietly and his cock reared higher against me.
Teddy knelt in front of me. "I just want to look."
I smiled at him and slowly pushed my slip down over my hips and stepped out of it. I tossed it onto the bush with my dress and stood before him in panties, bra, garter belt, stockings and strappy heels. And enjoyed having him look. My nipples were jutting against the light bra and I was even more aware of the warm moisture between my legs.
"Let me watch you undress again, ... Aunt Ellen."
I opened my bra closure and my breasts burst the cups apart. I left the cups clinging slightly to the round curves of my breasts. Teddy gasped a little bit and he stared with hands slack on his thighs. As I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, I took his hand for support. and noticed that his other hand was slowly rubbing his balls and cock.
"You are beautiful, ... still beautiful." he giggled mischievously. "You never answered if I could have your panties, Ellen."
"Not much of a towel. But, yes.
He leaned forward to kiss me on the dark thatch of my mound and I felt the thrill of a lover foraging in the under brush for my scent, his nose teasing the curly hair and his lips pouting forward to kiss me on the tip of my pubic mound. His tongue touched my crease and I shivered with pleasure, electricity racing up my body to my nipples.
We stood in the moonlight and looked at the moon, arms around each other's waist. We stood and basked in that special pleasure of being naked together. That special feeling of freedom and intimacy of touching and then being touched only by the cool fresh air and nothing else in the world.
KEN:
I began pacing back and forth and staring out the window, watching in vain for her headlights.
"Should I call the police?"
"Had there been an accident?" My stomach knotted again. I walked outside to the edge of the road and peered in vain down toward town.
The sky full of stars mocked me as I walked bare-footed back to the house. Another drink. Another wait.
ELLEN:
"Want me to take the rest off, Teddy?" I asked quietly into his ear, breathing heavily against him. He shook his head.
"You look so hot like this!" He slipped his hand along my flank under the elastic suspender and then fondled my thigh and the dark reinforcement band of my stocking. "And these feel ... mmmmmm."
The hand moved up between my legs and touched my vulva, moist and glistening and waiting.
"I'm so wet there," I said, half apologetically.
I knelt with him on the blanket and he slowly pulled my bra ... the cups clung to me and then gave way and he pressed them against his face and cupped my breasts and began massaging them. Again, I preened slightly, pushing them forward for him and watching how he squeezed and explored and felt me. His lips sucked one nipple and then the other and I moaned with pleasure.
While he
