Laura's Story

Stormy:

Ditto to what GH said……… I just love the way this is going and eagerly await your return. I’m sure your mystery woman “Laura” will also be eager to tell the rest of her story.

Thanks once again for all the time and effort you put into everything.

We’ll be keeping an eye on the horizon for your return.


Cuck who loves a creampie.

cant wait.....

Stormy,

Me and the mrs. Are going on vacation next week. We would like to wake up while on vacation to one of your stories, it would really make our week complete!!!

Or better yet your invited, the memories we could make.......

You know they say the biggest sex organ is the brain so you must have a WHOOPER!!!!

All kidding aside you should get registered with the FDA, like VIAGRA I don't need the stuff if reading one of your stories to the mrs. At bedtime.


Keep them cumming
watcherdoit4fun

Bump, bump, bump and grind.

Hey stormy

Hi from the crew
watcherdoit4fun

Thanks all for the nice comments, and for your understanding on my reamisters for putting this story temporarily on hold. I do intend to get back and complete it, and in fact have made promises in that regard to the true author and inspiration of the story as well as to people here that were enjoying it.

I had warned her going in that I made no guarantees on how this might work out, and thus far we are both fine with me taking a sabbatical from this; I hope her patience holds up. And scubarogue, thanks for the bump, and for the expression of frustration. I'll take it as a compliment, and tell you again that I do plan to get back to this when I can focus my full attention here and do justice to the tale, rather than rushing through and ruining it. I appreciate your understanding.

Way overdue for a bump.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Stormy,
Just a bump to keep you on the front page.
jj.

Stormy
Time for a bump!
JJ

jj and C-4-1, thanks for bumping this up periodically, as well as all of your other support. I have not been here much lately and as I mentioned at the other story, I'm a little blocked there right now - and pressed for time in any event. Thought maybe a post or two here might provide a bit of brain laxative. We'll see how that works out, but in the meantime, hope you enjoy!
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As we alighted from the Jeep I was all too aware of the warm, liquid sensation inside of me, the warmth of intense arousal kept at a constant simmer by Matt’s occasional touch and by his nearness and the masculine power of his voice and his subtle scent. His touches had been casual, more out of friendship and comfort with my presence than with any overt sexual intent, but my reaction to them was anything but casual! I was tingly with arousal, with desire, and there was no denying it even if I’d wanted to.

A small bell rang as we entered the front door, an invisible beam announcing that we had broken through it. From the rear a voice called out “I’ll be with you in a minute, just make yourself at home!”

Matt responded, raising his voice to be heard. “It’s just me, Ryan, no rush. I’ve got a little shopping to do.”

As he announced himself, I began to look around the shop. The front area was wide but shallow, well-lit and stocked with all the hardware and various mechanical paraphernalia that the hobby required. There were tanks of various sizes and shapes, all kinds of light and filter set-ups, dry food and other supplies, and a wide variety of decorative elements, from fake plants to small sculptures, stylized fake rock formations, and bags of sand, gravel, and even glass beads. There was even a tank filled with water in which were displayed various bubbling motion devices, including the ubiquitous treasure chest and scuba diver models, all bubbling merrily away in their plastic cheesiness. I was glad that Matt had not despoiled his tank with any such silliness, and when he saw me looking at them, he smiled that sexy, crooked smile of his. “Don’t even ask.”

“No, I wouldn’t! I was just thinking how glad I was that you had also passed on these – I don’t think I could have ever slept with a man that put something like that in a beautiful fish tank.”

He nodded. “I know – that’s the only reamister I don’t have one! I’m actually kind of partial to the scuba diver myself, but I didn’t want to blow my chances with women.”

I laughed. “You’re such a bad liar!” The shop had that warm, unusually humid but somehow comforting feeling that some tropical pet stores have, that air of lushness and life, rich with oxygen and somehow luxuriant rather than uncomfortably warm and humid. What I could see of it was neat and clean, well cared for and meticulously laid out. Two open doorways opened into the rear of the store, which was noticeably darker, and from whence the sounds of numerous tanks bubbling and splashing and humming emanated.

My curiosity drew me in that direction, but before I could enter that darkened hall of marine and aquatic wonders a tall, slender man emerged from the door on our right, wiping his hands and arms on a towel. “Matt, I thought that was you! To what do I owe the pleasure, buddy?”

They shook hands as Matt answered him; it was apparent that they had known each other for awhile, and that their friendship went beyond a mere merchant/customer relationship. “Oh, you know. I hadn’t checked up on you in awhile – and besides, I need a new power head and some fish food.”

“Well, good timing on your part! I was going to give you a call anyway, since I knew you were looking to maybe add an anemone or two and maybe some clownfish to your tank. I’ve got a nice selection of Percula and Tomato clowns right now, and several have even adopted an anemone already.”

Matt shook his head, chuckling. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever come in here that you haven’t sold me something I had no intention of buying.” He looked at me. “Careful Laura, or he’ll be selling you something too, and you won’t even realize it’s happening.”

The other man looked at me at that point, and we studied each other for a moment. As I’d noticed earlier, he was tall – probably as tall as Matt – but more angular and slender, less filled-out. His face was also longish, and thin, but very open and friendly, and quite attractive in a boyish way. His short, sun-bleached hair was tousled with an almost-too-casual casualness but his blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit, and I had the impression that he was a boy in a man’s body, the kind of guy that liked to laugh and play rather than take life too seriously, the type that refuses to grow up because they’re just plain having too damn much fun!

When he smiled at me his whole countenance lit up, and his teeth were almost startlingly white and perfect in his tanned face. “Well, I’ve always told Matt that he needs to bring some of his lady friends around once in awhile – and if any of them have a good-looking friend – preferably single, but that part’s negotiable - to bring them too. Matty, are you planning to introduce us, or are you going to just stand there like a big ol’ lump?”

Matt shook his head, but did the necessary intros. ”Laura, this is Ryan; Ryan, Laura –oh, and me and this guy, we’ve known each other long enough that when I tell you to stay clear of him, I know of what I speak.”

Ryan held out his hand, and when I took it he squeezed my hand warmly. “Mr. Ryan, it’s nice to meet you. Matt tells me that you’re the permister that helped him get that gorgeous fish tank of his up and running with all of your knowledge and suggestions.”

He smiled. “Nah, he did most of that on his own; and please, it’s just Ryan, no mister – or you can call me Jamie, if you prefer. My actual name is Jamie Ryan, but all my friends call me Ryan. You, though…well, you can call me anytime!”

I know I blushed at his playful come-on, but it was a warm blush of pleasure as much as anything. When done in a playful and non-aggressive way, being hit on is a very flattering experience, and other than Matt it was not something that had happened to me a lot in recent years.

Before I could think of an appropriate response Matt stepped in, groaning. “Jesus, Ryan, are you still using that old line? Has that ever worked for you, even once?”

Ryan glanced at him. “Not yet, but I have high hopes for this one.”

Matt grabbed my left hand and held it up, my wedding ring toward his friend. “She’s married Ryan, you’re spinning your wheels.”

He looked at my hand before responding, and then seemed surprised. “Huh! Well, I did say that part was negotiable for me, but I’m surprised at you! All of the available single women out there and you’re seeing a married one! I never would have guessed that – what’s the story, pal?”

I quickly objected; perhaps too quickly, in retrospect. “He’s not ‘seeing’ me! I mean, we’re not seeing each other – I’m just his neighbor!”

Matt also stepped in. “She’s my neighbor, the one I told you about, the lady that takes care of my aquarium and my house when I’m out of town. Look, I know tequila destroys a lot of brain cells, but you do remember me telling you that, right?”

Clearly he did, once reminded. “Oh, oh yeah! Yeah, I do remember – and that’s great Laura, that you’re willing to do that. It’s one of the biggest hang-ups to having a tank, finding someone to take care of it if you go away. Even with all the automatic stuff on timers you need someone to check up on it to be sure everything keeps working. Trust me, even if you weren’t so good-looking, you’d still be a find!”

I laughed at the way the compliments rolled so easily off his tongue. Matt was right, his friend Ryan was apparently the type that could sell ice to an Eskimo and actually make him feel good about his purchase. “Well, thanks Jamie. Truth is, I enjoy doing it; I like to watch all the different fish come up and feed -some of them right from my fingers! Besides, Matt is our friend, and a good neighbor. I don’t mind helping out.”

He nodded. “Still, finding a dependable tank-sitter is tough, and finding a beautiful, sexy, female dependable tank-sitter… well, I don’t know the odds against that, but they have to be pretty high! Make him pay you big bucks, he can afford it – and you’re worth it. Come on, I’ll show you those clowns I was talking about.”

He turned and walked through one of the doorways I’d noticed earlier, back into the room where all the bubbling fish tanks and live naturals were kept, with me trailing after him and Matt following behind me. I was glad to be in that position, where neither of the men could see my face, because I know I was blushing!
It was darker and even more humid in this part of the store, but the sounds of flowing, bubbling water and the soft hum of equipment, along with the shimmering illumination of light passing through moving waters gave the space a very calming, soothing atmosphere. I liked it immediately, and began to feel very relaxed and at peace.

About halfway up the aisle Jamie stopped between two good-sized tanks. “Here you go. On this side, the tomato clowns, Amphiprion frenatus, and over here we have the always popular Amphiprion percula, for obvious reamisters known as Percula clowns. They’re all captive bred and raised, by the way, I have no wild caught stock on those species.”

Matt nodded. “Nice – and they look really healthy, but your stuff always is.” The two of them got into an in-depth discussion of the fish and the soft, beautiful anemones in which they nestled, and the pros, cons, care, and feeding of each. I watched the fish. They were fascinating, the one they called the tomato clown a deep crimmister red with a brilliant vertical white bar just behind his head, and the Percula clown a small, attractive little fellow with alternating orange and white bands around his body and fleshy little fins that gave the impression of being almost like tiny fingers.

They were very active, nestling into chosen sea anemone and moving about in the vicinity, never seeming to get very far from their safe haven between the stinging cuckold scifis but moving almost constantly. I knew that much about them, their cooperative co-existence with anemones, from various nature shows on TV, but not a lot more, and found them - and the various other denizens of the tank – completely captivating. The small orange and white Perculas, in particular, seemed to have a very obvious and charming permisterality, fishy little extroverts.

So enraptured was I with watching them that I was actually startled when Matt spoke to me. “So Laura, what do you think? Should I make an addition to my tank? Something else for you to take care of, you realize.”

“What? Me? Oh, I don’t know Matt; it’s your tank, whatever you think.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, but I want your opinion.”

I shrugged. “Well, it’s up to you. If you’ve really been wanting to add some, these do look really good – and they’re so colorful! You know I don’t mind taking care of them, as long as you show me how.”

He nodded. “Good, then that’s settled. Now the question is which species? Pick the one you like best.”

“Me? Oh, no, Matt, you choose!” Jamie Ryan was standing off to the side, watching this exchange, a small smile playing across his lips.

Matt put his big hand on my shoulder, and turned me back toward the tanks. “No, seriously – you choose. Hell, you spend more time with them than I do!” I was intensely aware of his touch, and even though it was entirely non-sexual in nature, it sent a warm rush to my middle.

“Oh Matt, I don’t want to mess with your perfect set-up! You’ve got it just the way you want it and…”

He laughed and turned to his buddy. “You might as well give us a few minutes Ryan. I can see this is going to be like pulling teeth, so if you have other stuff you need to do…”

Ryan laughed. “Yeah, if I didn’t know better I’d swear you two were married!” He raised his voice an octave, mimicking an old married couple arguing “I don’t know, what do you think? Well, I don’t know, what do you think? Did you bring the brain? No, I thought you brought the brain.” He wandered away, still grinning. “You kids holler for me if you ever make a decision, OK?”

We were both laughing at him making fun of us as Matt called after him. “Hey, you’ve got a lot to learn about respecting your customers, pal!” With Ryan gone, he returned his attention to me. “Really Laura, I would really appreciate it if you would choose. I will probably get two fish, maybe three and an anemone or two, but one species or the other, I don’t want to mix them.”

“Matt…”

He interrupted before I could again raise my objection. “Think of it this way; if you pick them, then every time I look at my tank I’ll think about you, even when you’re not around.”

That was sweet, and almost romantic, but it was also cheating, and I said so. “You don’t fight fair! How am I supposed to argue with that?”

“You’re not – that’s the point.” He was behind me, and he pulled me back against him. I could feel the hard swell of his chest against my back and the heat of his body, and the strength of his big hands on my shoulders. I was looking at the fish tank still, but I wasn’t seeing it. Again, as it had before, the raw power of Matt’s utter masculinity washed over me, and I couldn’t speak.

It may be best that I didn’t, because he did, his lips close to my ear. “The light in here, all ripples and reflections from the water, makes you look even more beautiful if that’s even possible.”

It wasn’t enough that he was such a physical power, he also seemed to know how to turn my knees to jelly with just words. I don’t know how I had ever convinced myself that I might be able to resist him. Even now though, after we had more or less acknowledged to each other that we were going to go forward and see where this all took us, there was a well of doubt and fear, and, more than anything, guilt. I took a deep breath and heard how shaky I sounded, and I know he did too. “Oh, Matt…”

He pulled me closer to him, and I became intensely aware of the bulge of his manhood pressing into my bottom. With one hand he lightly touched my neck, brushing my hair back. “I know, Laura, I’m pushing you too fast. It’s going to be hard for you, isn’t it?”

I knew what he meant, but this was not the time or the place to discuss it. Instead, I deflected his concern with a little misdirection, pressing my ass back into him and rubbing against his erection. “Going to be? It feels to me like it already is!”

His laugh was a quick, surprised chuckle, breaking the somber mood that had so quickly and unexpectedly come over us. “Yes, it is, and I won’t apologize. You have that effect on me.”

“I’m glad – I’d hate to be the only one dying of horniness around here.”

“Hey, I did offer, if you’ll recall!”

“I know, but there wasn’t time. Look, if you’re serious about the fish, I like the little orange and white ones. They have permisterality.” I looked at him. “Are you sure that’s OK with you?”

He smiled. “The Perculas. It’s what I would have picked myself.” Of course! I knew he would have said the same if I had chosen the tomato clowns, but still, it was the right thing to say. He touched me again, gently, intimately. “Let’s look around a little and then I’ll get Ryan to catch me a couple. With the anemones and all, it may take awhile – will Ben be cool with that?”

“I’m sure he will; I’ll call him while you’re doing that to let him know.” We wandered the shop then, admiring the wide variety of beautiful fish and other naturals that Ryan had on display. Like the front of the shop, the tank room was meticulously clean and neat, as was each individual tank. The pride of ownership and love of his trade was obvious, showing that beneath the surface of the man-boy was a serious and competent businessman and natural lover.

We touched. As we looked we touched, small, innocent things like an arm around my shoulders, or me taking his hand to pull him over to see some new find, but also more intimate, sexual things. Other than Ryan, who was off somewhere doing his thing, we had the shop to ourselves, and we touched and teased each other like a couple of horny teenagers. He seemed to be fascinated with my breasts, unencumbered by a bra, and he took a great deal of pleasure in making my nipples stand proud and erect so that they jutted through my shirt, plainly visible. I found that I didn’t mind, proud of how perky they looked, and his touch was turning my insides to liquid, which seemed to be intent on pooling between my legs.

I touched him too, letting my fingers graze over his hard bulge as we passed each other, keeping him in a state of heightened arousal to match my own. When he bent to look into a lower tank, I came up behind him and slid my fingers up into the leg of his shorts, feeling the coarse hairs and soft skin of his heavy scrotum and causing him to jump, startled, which made me laugh.

When he again stood behind me in front of a large, beautiful, and very active reef tank that was for display purposes only, he ground himself against me. I could sense his need – despite his very recent climax, which I could still almost taste – and when I curled my fingers up beneath the hem of his shorts I felt the firm, plum-sized head of his cock, hot and hard and slightly slippery at the tip with arousal. Another inch and he would have been protruding from his pants! I fondled him, hearing his breathing quicken, and when I pulled my fingers away and turned toward him so that he could watch me lick the small slick of early semen from my fingertips, he groaned.

I smiled. “Now you know how I feel! But that’s all for now; you really need to get your stuff so we can get going.”

He groaned again, indicating his bulging shorts with a wave of his hand. “I can’t go out there like this!”

“Well, I sure can’t do you here – although I’d love to! I’ll go get him, OK?”

“Your nipples are showing.”

“I know – and whose fault is that? It’s OK, I used to be pretty accustomed to men talking to my breasts back when I went bra-less a lot. It’s been a few years, but I’ll survive.”

He laughed. “And I’m pretty sure Ryan won’t object!”

Matt was right; he didn’t. He also didn’t hesitate to stare, but as aroused as I was, that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. I went outside to call Ben while they caught and bagged the fish and anemones and Matt got his other purchases together. Ben had just come in from working in the yard, and I caught him naked, about to step into the shower. I teased him a little bit about that, mentioning his hot, sweaty nakedness and what I’d like to do to him and surprising myself with how effortlessly I seemed to be able to move from one man to the other. It was a side of me which, until that very moment, I was not aware existed.

Stormy:

WELCOME BACK!!!

I see you didn't loose your touch, and it's so nice to catch a new segment about this woman.
Thanks for throwing us a bone to enjoy......I'm going to savor the flavor.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Welcome back, and what a fantastic segment! I love this story and it's sexy realism.

Stormy,
Another bump
JJ.

stormy,
Just a friendly bump.
JJ.

Thanks C-4-1, jj, and mykey, I appreciate the comments and the bumps-up (bump-ups?). I apologize that I have not been very active on the site lately. It's not a matter of want to, or even a matter of ideas and stories to write, because I have plenty; it is strictly a matter of time and energy. I hope to get another segment posted here soon (it's partly written, and I have plenty of notes), and I am even past my mental block on "Adam", and ready to move forward.

I hope to get back to more writing (and reading! I miss my favorite authors here!) very soon, and it seems that my overtime hours are tapering off. I've missed writing and communicating with readers and with the other great writers like goodhusband, timmy, and others, and am more than ready to get back to it. Wish me luck!

After explaining to Ben where we were, and guessing about what time I might be expected to get home, he asked “You want me to wait around dressed like I am right now? Clean and showered, of course.”

I laughed. “That is a lovely thought, and very tempting, but I was thinking about seeing if Matt wanted to join us for kind of a late lunch / early dinner. I thought maybe we’d pick up a couple of pizzas or something.”

“Well, in that case I should probably plan on getting dressed.”

“I should think so!”

It was his turn to laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you naked, but I’m also pretty sure he has no interest in seeing me that way.”

“Benny! What a thing to say! I doubt he has any interest in seeing either of us naked.” I said it knowing that it wasn’t true, surprised at how sure I was that Matt very much wanted to see me naked again, and soon. It was extremely good for my ego.

Ben chuckled. “What? You know it’s true, he flirts with you all the time. As for me…well, if the rest of him is any indication he’s probably hung like a horse, so my little wrinkly guy wouldn’t impress him very much.”

“Ben, what has gotten into you?! I mean, would you really want to impress him that way? Why would you care what he thought of your little guy?”

“I don’t babe, that was supposed to be a joke – you know, like humor. Bet you’d like to see what he’s packing though!”

“Ben, stop! Look, I should probably go; they’re probably about done in there by now. You want to call in the pizza order, or should I?” I realized that I hadn’t denied an interest in seeing what Matt had to offer, and wondered if Ben had noticed. Apparently not.
“You do it, since you’ll know where you are and when you can pick it up. Get Lizzie’s though, OK – not that crappy chain-store stuff.”

I nodded, as though he could tell I was doing so over the phone. “Of course. See you in a little while. I love you.” I don’t know why I added that last part; it’s not that we don’t tell each other that on a regular basis, but something – maybe guilt – compelled me to throw it in before we hung up.

“I love you too babe. Maybe later I can show you how much. Hmmm, I’m getting a little stiffie just thinking about it!”

I laughed. “Goodbye Ben – and maybe you’d better make that shower a cold one.”

He was laughing as we disconnected. As I walked back into the store to join Matt and Jamie I was thinking about what Ben had just said, and about the number of times he had made suggestions recently – jokingly, he always claimed – about me and Matt and something sexual between us. There was a vague ache in the pit of my stomach, a fear that perhaps he already suspected that something was going on, even though I knew there was no way that was possible.

I found Jamie and Matt still at the large reef tank that held the Clown Perculas, preparing to net a second one to go with the anemones and the single fish they had already bagged and set aside. Matt insisted that I choose which one to catch from among the half-dozen or so remaining in the tank, and I pointed out a very colorful and bold little fellow that kept coming up to the glass, apparently as curious about us as we were about him.

I had expected a wild chase about the tank, but Jamie expertly trapped him in a corner with the net before quickly scooping him up with a minimum of terror and disruption. I was glad to see that he was able to avoid stressing the fish and destroying the tank with an extended chase, the way so many shops do, his experience and expertise obvious.

At the cash register the total came up to a little over $400 – to my amazement – but Matt just dug out his wallet and plunked down enough bills to cover it, with only a little bit of good-natured grumbling about how much his buddy Ryan had cost him this time. Jamie had pumped oxygen from a concealed tank into the bags before sealing them, and now he nestled them into a Styrofoam lined box and closed the lid before bagging Matt’s non-living purchases.

He looked at Matt as he bagged up the fish food and power head. “I know you know the drill about how to introduce these guys into your tank, so I won’t give you the whole spiel, but don’t be surprised if it takes them a few days – maybe even a couple of weeks – to cozy up to the anemones again.”

Matt nodded. “Gotcha, and thanks. I’ll call you if I have any problems – or, rather, Laura probably will.”

Ryan looked at me and grinned, something between his usual boyish smile and a wolf licking its chops. “Good, I’d rather talk to her anyway – and I did say she could call me anytime, if you’ll recall.”

Matt groaned. “Walked right into that one! Well, on that sorry note, I guess we’ll take our leave. Thanks buddy, and keep me posted on that trip to Antigua. It’s been awhile since I strapped on my scuba gear, I need to get back into that.”

Ryan nodded. “Will do. You kids be good now – don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I smiled at him. “Exactly what does that leave out?”

He laughed. “Very little, actually. That’s kind of the point; I didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

I felt myself blush anew, and he saw it and laughed as he turned away, embarrassing me further. I had the sense that he knew exactly what Matt and I were involved in – and if he knew, after only a brief acquaintance, how could I ever hope to keep it from Ben?

We left the shop and climbed into Matt’s Jeep, he after carefully nestling the box of live naturals into the back seat. As we pulled out of the lot I filled him in on my conversation with Ben, and extended the invitation for him to join us for pizza. He looked over at me for a moment and smiled, then returned his eyes to the road ahead. “Sure, that sounds good. Hey, listen, are you in a big hurry to get home?”

My curiosity piqued, but with a sense of wariness, I shook my head. “No, I suppose not. What did you have in mind?”

He glanced again in my direction, and then laughed. “No, not that – although I could easily be persuaded…”

I tried to ignore the little sexual thrill in my belly at his suggestion. “Never mind! We don’t have time for that, and I’d feel funny about it with Benny waiting at home, probably famished from working outside. So then, what’s the plan?”

He chuckled again. “Just an idea I wanted to run by you, and I want to show you something. It’s a few minutes out of our way, though.”

“I suppose a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt anything. Ben can always find himself a snack if he’s starving.”

Matt nodded. “Good.” He hung a sharp right at the next major intersection; clearly on his way to whatever it was that was going to take us out of our way, because this was not the most direct route home. This street, called Broadway, was wide and not especially heavily travelled this time of day. A major thoroughfare, the lights were few and far between and mostly in our favor. After getting the Jeep up to speed and shifted into fourth gear he reached across and rested his hand on my thigh,just above my knee. Seemingly of their own volition my legs moved apart, and I slid slightly forward on the seat, willing him to touch me.

I saw the smile spread across his face as he recognized what I had done, although he never took his eyes off the road. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He still kept his eyes fixed forward. “I just like the way you responded to that is all.” His fingers lightly stroked the inside of my knee, but the thrill that ran out from there went straight to my tummy, down low, where there was a certain liquid heat gathering again. I could feel my heart pounding, and my breathing was fast and thready with pure arousal. He began to slide his hand up my leg, agonizingly slowly, the tips of his fingers tracing a path of pure fire on the delicate and sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I wanted to grab his arm and pull his fingers up to where I so desperately needed them, to feel him touch me, to find some relief for this fire inside. I didn’t do that, but my hips definitely had a mind of their own, pumping sensually as I ground my bottom into the firm seat of his Jeep. “God, Matt!”

“What? Oh, this?” He stroked my overheated flesh, just inches from my dripping pussy. “Is this bothering you?”

“It’s not bothering me – it’s *******ing me! I told you how horny I was, and your teasing isn’t helping. I didn’t know you could be so cruel!”

He laughed! Damn him, he laughed! Then he made up for it, sliding his hand the last few inches until he was touching the wet, overheated crotch of my panties, pressing his fingers to my eager sex. I sucked in a shuddery, involuntary gasp as I thrust myself against him, and heard myself moan out loud. “Ohhh, my god!”

He laughed again. “You may already be aware of this, but your panties are a little bit damp.”

Under ordinary circumstances that comment probably would have made me blush, but these were not ordinary circumstances, and his words embarrassed me not in the least. “They’re not damp, they’re probably dripping wet – and it’s all your fault!”

He chuckled again. “I’ll take great pride in that fact. Take them off.”

Shocked. “What?”

“Your panties – take them off.”

“Here, now? Out in public, in an open-top Jeep? Are you out of your mind?”

“Probably, a little bit. Take them off. I want to see your beautiful pussy. You do have a beautiful pussy; you know that, right?”

If his earlier words hadn’t embarrassed me I knew that these should. He was being so blatantly sexual, so profane, dirty even, and demanding - or perhaps commanding is a better word. I should have been embarrassed, perhaps humiliated by his demand, but I was none of that. Instead, I found myself doing exactly what he had ordered me to do, glancing around to make sure nobody was near before raising up to pull my skirt up and slide my panties over my hips and down my thighs, bending forward in my seat to slide them down my calves and over my feet, shoes still in place, until I found myself sitting bare-assed in my seat, wet panties in hand, more than a little bit surprised that I had done it.

He grinned, that crooked, sexy grin of his. “There, don’t you feel better now?’

“No, not yet. I was horny before; now I’m just half-naked and horny, which is not a major improvement.”

He laughed again; he was enjoying my suffering far too much! “It’s a major improvement for me, if that’s any consolation. Here, I’ll take those.” He took my panties from my hand and rubbed them between his fingers, feeling my body heat and slippery sexual secretions, no doubt. For a moment I was afraid he was going to sniff them, something I find very weird and maybe even a little bit disgusting, but he didn’t, instead jut wadding them up and tucking them into his shirt pocket. He glanced at me again, a teasing, side-long look. “Show me your pussy.”

It was a challenge; I recognized that, him testing me to see how far I would go. Wordlessly I accepted the challenge, leaning back against the door and crooking my left knee up against the back of my seat as I stretched my right leg into the deep foot well of the Jeep, spreading my legs and giving him a full view of my wet, aroused sex. It was his turn to groan.

“God! I was right, you do have a gorgeous pussy, especially when it’s all wet and ready like that. You look like one very horny lady.”

I snorted. “Huh! I may look very horny, but I’m sure I don’t look like much of a lady right now. But that’s all right. Touch me.” He did, gently at first, a feather light stroke of my swollen and slippery nether lips that made me gasp and try to thrust forward for more. He shifted his hand, his thumb coming to rest on the hard little knob of my clit, where he pressed, making small, circular movements. I gasped and bit hard on my lower lip. Before exposing myself to him I had looked around to make sure that nobody was in a position to see us; now I found that I no longer cared. I simply needed him to touch me, to make me feel better, to give me some relief from my incredible arousal, and if that was accomplished while someone else looked on, so be it!

Then, just as I thought maybe, just maybe, I could achieve that orgasm that I was so aching to have, he hit the brakes for a yellow light, and had to take back his hand to down-shift. I know my groan of frustration was audible, because he apologized. “Sorry, the light changed. I thought about running it, but they have photo-red around here. That would have made for a very popular picture around the DMV, I’m sure.”

Stormy,
After six weeks of cuckolds browniety weather in the UK, it is starting to feel like December again so I suppose it is only fitting that you have returned to make it feel like Christmas. You are doing a great job with this story, don't give up on it anytime soon, I'm glad you are starting to find some spare time again and I'm very grateful that you are spending some of that time on us. It is appreciated. Thanks.

Stormy,
Hot, but complicated. Another outstanding segment.
JJ.

Stormy:

Thanks for posting!

I could almost smell Laura's hot-n-wet, cock hungry pussy as the jeep rolled to a stop.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Stormy,

The mrs. and i love your new segment, in fact it sounds like our drives to town each week......lol.

Glad to hear you will start back on our favorite before bedtime story.......Adam's Journey. Especially since we love house boating and live near that lake. Funny thing, looks like we may be going back to Powell with one of our neighbors.

Glad to have you back!!!!!
watcherdoit4fun

Just a short segment to drop in before I have to leave for work! I'll try to drop in later, to reply, but for now, thanks for the comments all!
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His apology didn’t help. I was so intensely aroused that I know I continued to move in my seat, my hips rocking back and forth as if I was having sex with some invisible lover. He noticed, even as he moved the shifter to first gear and put his hand back on my leg. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease, I guess I’m just not too good at multi-tasking. I feel like I keep leaving you high and dry…well, high, anyway.”

I laughed ruefully. “Yeah, I’m anything but dry. It’s OK, it’s just that I’m so turned on by all this, starting with playing with you earlier. You got to cum – boy, did you ever get to cum – so it’s easy for you, but I’m so horny I could die!”


He looked over at me in amazement. “You think this is easy for me!? Perhaps you failed to notice that I have a bit of a problem of my own!” He glanced down toward his lap, drawing my eye to that area as well. He was right, I had not noticed his problem, although given the size and pronounced bulge of it I’m not sure how I missed it. It looked as though he had one of those big, black police flashlights shoved up the right leg of his shorts, the end of it barely hidden an inch or so above the hem. He was hugely, rampantly hard, the outline of his thick penis showing clearly through the soft khaki fabric of his pants as it tented out the baggy leg, straining to point skyward.

I leaned forward and touched him, and he groaned. “Yeah, see? You’re not the only one that’s all hot in the pants – or out of them, in your case.”

I squeezed his hard shaft, thrilling again at the rigid thickness of it, and then slipped my fingers inside the hem of his shorts, touching the satiny skin of his cock head. Because I could – and so that I wouldn’t be the only one throwing modesty to the wind – I pushed the leg of his shorts up, exposing the swollen red head of his penis and about an inch or so of his thick shaft. The sun shone directly into the Jeep from above, lighting up his amazing cock in a golden radiance. It was quite beautiful there, exposed in all its masculine glory, but looking at it, and made aware of his rampant arousal, I found my own desire not quelled in the least – in fact, just the opposite; I ached for it.

I petted the exposed portion of his magnificent penis with my fingertips for a moment or two before leaning back in my seat and just admiring it. “There – I showed you mine, and now you can show me yours for awhile!”

He shook his head. “I’ve never had any hesitation about showing you mine; anytime you want babe!”

I laughed. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You may be a bit of an exhibitionist; have you ever considered that possibility?

He shrugged. “It’s possible. Uh-oh, there’s a car coming up alongside!”

We were in the center lane, with a left-turn lane on his side of the car and a vacant lane on mine, behind me as I leaned back against the door. I was not concerned about them seeing me, even in the open vehicle, as my back was toward the car that was rolling up beside us. Matt, on the other hand, might have been exposed if the new vehicle was high enough to see over the short doors of his Jeep. As it turned out, the light changed as the other car approached, and, still rolling, it scooted on past us as we slowly stated up. Saved by the bell, in a manner of speaking!

He glanced over at me as he shifted into second gear. “You didn’t even care if they saw us!”

I pursed my lips as I shook my head. “Uh-uh, they weren’t going to see ‘us’, just you! My back was turned, remember? I didn’t see you scrambling to cover that thing either.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Caught me by surprise – I was a little bit distracted. I figured anything I did would just call attention to it at that point.”

“Or you really are an exhibitionist – hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?” As I spoke I slipped my sandal off my foot and stretched my leg across until I could caress the exposed part of his cock – and the hard, thick ridge still hidden by his shorts - with my toes. His penis was incredibly hard, and I could feel the silken heat of it even with my toes. My insides were jelly, but it was jelly that was virtually buzzing with electricity.

After up-shifting into third, he glanced down at himself, and at my foot stroking him, and blew out a pent-up breath. “You have no idea how good that feels; I don’t believe I’ve ever had a foot job before. No, no, definitely not – I’d have remembered. “

“Well, you’re not going to have one now either, not here in traffic. Not that we can’t save it to do another day…”

He looked at me with an expression best described as bemused. “You really puzzle me; sometimes you seem so innocent and…inexperienced, I guess, regretful and guilty about all of this, but then other times you just seem…” he paused, searching for a gentler way, I think, to say that I was acting like a sex-hungry slut. Which, of course, I was. He settled on “and other times it seems like I’ve got a tiger by the tail.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s me – I’m an enigma.”

He grinned. “Yes, you are, but a very sexy one – and beautiful. You’re a multi-talented enigma.”

I blushed, pleased by his words, even if they were just empty flattery for the woman who was, at that moment, rubbing his erect cock with her toes. Whatever the old adage might say about the fastest way to a man’s heart, the very best route actually lies a few inches lower – as most women know. “Matt, it’s all very simple really. If I’m aroused enough – like I am now – it seems to focus my mind on pleasure instead of worrying about consequences. Right and wrong gets kinda blurry, apparently. Stupid, but it’s the only explanation I can come up with.”

He shook his head. “It’s not stupid; on the contrary, it’s probably a very good and simple explanation for why most affairs happen. A flood of hormones – endorphins, adrenalin, whatever - is a powerful thing. I’m flooding right now; how about you?”

“Mmm, in more ways than one!”

Laughing, he flipped his blinker on and moved into the left turn lane, dropping the shifter into second again as we swung into a parking lot.

Storm

Lisa and I just caught up. Of course, we love everything you write, this story is no exception. That last comment is so basic. More married couples could save their relationships if they understood how easy and meaningless it was to slip.

Good to see you writing again friend. You were missed.

GH

No disrespect to other stories but this is the best one here. Can't wait for the next chapter.

peak, thanks. It's good to be back writing a little bit, even if I'm not getting the reading done that I would like to. It seems like too many hours in front of the ol' computer has started giving me headaches, for some reamister, although I still read lots of books. Oh well. Hey, we'd take some of your cold, wet weather over here! It's been miserably hot, and dry to the point of drought, although in our region we've finally started to get a little rain in the last few days. Crops dying and forest fires burning everywhere, it seems.

jj and C-4-1, thanks. It's good to be back, and to hear from you. Glad you enjoyed it.

watcher, you brought back a memory of the time my wife (my girlfriend at that point) was head down in my lap giving me a blowjob as we drove across Nebraska - and if you've ever driven across Nebraska, you'll understand about looking for ways to pass the time - back when the max national speed limit was 55mph. As I came in her mouth I glanced down at the speedometer - I was doing just over 90!
I suppose if I'd been pulled over - and the cop was a man - he might have understood, maybe even requested a demonstration. Luckily, we were not. I got stopped about an hour later for doing 71 instead, but had no excuse for that one except for the fact that it was NEBRASKA! It seems to go on forever - as do Kansas and So. Dakota, by the way. Oh well.

GH, thanks. It's very nice to hear that you and Lisa are enjoying the story, considering all the many hours of enjoyment you've given me. You're right though - often a slip is just a slip, a spur-of-the-moment thing with no malice intended. We're only human, but that's tough to think about when you've been hurt. Hope all is well with you! Hope to catch up with your story and your situation soon!

Mike, thanks. I don't know about the best, but I sure do appreciate the sentiment. You're (apparently) enjoying it, and that's what counts. Thanks for taking a moment to drop me a note, you know I enjoy hearing from you. Take care, all!

My plan is to get another segment posted here later this week, and then jump back to "Adam", but you know what they say about best laid plans. We'll see.

I do like how Laura is coming across. Very sexy but also very real. Makes really good reading. Especially how she feels guilty about it but is enjoying it too much to want to stop.

M

Thanks mykey. It's kind of a longer story than I was hoping it would be, and I know it's hard for readers to stay on it when I post so sporadically, but I'm trying to do it justice. Be assured that the slow pace is my fault, not "Laura's", as she is prepared to move ahead as fast as I'm willing or able to. I appreciate your support!
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The lot we had turned into was that of a national hotel chain – you know the type, the chains that run several different tiers of hotels across the country, from the lower-priced hotels for the business or budget traveler up to the resorts and high-dollar (and usually high-rise) hotels in downtowns and convention areas, and everything in between, each with its own branding and identity – and this was one of their more commonly found, smaller, traditional hotels. You see their hotels and signs everywhere, including on their TV commercials, but for the sake of discretion and expediency I’m just going to call it The Inn.

At this hour of the day - and on a weekend to boot - the lot was largely unoccupied. Matt swung wide, away from the high canopy that covered the drive in front of the hotel office, and drove deeper into the lot, coming to a stop at the outside cub, away from the building, in the shade of a large cottonwood tree. Behind the building was a steep hill, the lower ten feet of which had been cut away and replaced with a tall block retaining wall to provide parking in that area. As he turned off the engine I looked first at the long, low, three-story building, and then at him. I had a pretty good idea now what it was he wanted to show me, and why, but I waited for him to explain. He didn’t make me wait long.

He nodded toward the hotel. “This is what I wanted you to see, to address your concerns about the, umm, logistics, let’s say, of us having a relationship.”

I looked at him, a mixture of arousal and self-loathing churning through me and confusing my mind. More to myself than to him, I think, I said “Sneaking away to a hotel to meet my lover for sex…that’s not something I ever imagined myself involved in. It seems so…tawdry, I guess, because it means it’s all pre-meditated, that we know exactly what we’re doing and how wrong it is. You know what I mean?”

He paused, considering my question. “Yeah, I suppose I do. As long as it was just a spur of the moment thing, where we got a little carried away, we could fool ourselves into thinking that we were just caught up in the moment and made a mistake.” He paused again, and then went on. “Laura, the first time, that very first time I held you, and we went back to my bedroom, that may have actually been true – hell, it probably was – but after that we were just lying to ourselves about it, weren’t we? I mean, we’re both relatively intelligent people, we know exactly what we’re doing. Isn’t it maybe time to stop kidding ourselves and move forward? I’m not afraid to admit that I want you – and I do want you, very much.”

He was right, of course. Lying to myself about it made my behavior easier to rationalize, easier to justify, but it didn’t make it any more right. And the simple fact was that I wanted him too, in ways both physical and emotional. He did things to me, lit fires that had lain dormant for a long time, made my body feel again, and made me long for him with a certain degree of anticipation and excitement that I just hadn’t felt in awhile. I think that emotionally perhaps he validated me as a woman, one that was still desirable and sexy, one that could arouse a man with just a few words, or a touch, or maybe a glimpse of her body. He definitely made me feel beautiful, and sexy, and desirable, and those feelings worked their magic on me.

Yes, I wanted him too, but I couldn’t bring myself to say so just then because where he was free to express himself, I had Ben. You have to understand that it wasn’t that Ben didn’t make me feel desirable and sexy, or because he didn’t satisfy me, because he does all those things, and I know with absolute certainty that he loves me – but he has to, right? I mean, he’s my husband, so he has a commitment, or perhaps an obligation to love me and to make love to me, and I know that I can arouse him and get him interested and involved if I try just a little. For him I’m sometimes nothing more than a habit, I think; perhaps a duty, or an obligation.

Matt has no such obligation, and no such habit; he finds me sexy and desirable without any requirement to do so, and when a man is as sexy, and virile, and handsome as Matt, when this overwhelmingly masculine type of guy who could probably have his choice from a very large pool of available women pays special attention to a particular woman, that woman (in this case, me!) is going to notice, and appreciate it, and be flattered and ego-boosted and all kinds of other positive responses. Permisterally, my positive responses to him were both emotional and physical – at the moment, intensely physical!

Right now, though, I was thinking about his very honest and open assessment of the status of our relationship – and the fact that I now found myself thinking of it as a relationship! When I looked at him he was staring directly into my eyes, waiting for a response. “No, you’re right. I want you too Matt, very much – as if you couldn’t tell! I suppose you’re right, we do have to do something – or else nothing, and I think we’ve proven that we won’t follow that path.” I looked over at the hotel building, and then back at him, to find him still staring intently at me. “Sooo…how would this work, exactly?”

He shrugged. “It’s a hotel; we’d get a room, I suppose.”

“Wouldn’t that get awfully expensive?”

He laughed. “I’m not exactly thinking with my wallet right now.”

I giggled. “No, me either, but still…”

“Laura, this is where I stayed when I was in town, before I bought a house here. I stay with this chain whenever I travel, and I’m a member of their club they have for frequent clients. My company pays for all my travel, but we get to keep the hotel points and stuff like that as a perk of the job; I have a ton of points with these guys, which means I have a lot of free nights saved up – not that I would mind paying for the room you understand, to be with you, but the point is I won’t have to.”

I frowned. “But if you stayed here a lot, that means they will know you here, and that I’m a new addition to the scene. That would be embarrassing, walking in with everyone knowing exactly why we were here.”

He shrugged again. “We’d have to meet here anyhow, we can’t exactly pile into one of our cars and leave home together on a regular basis – boy, that would get the neighborhood tongues wagging! As long as you’re meeting me here, I can just call you with the room number after I check in and you can come in the back or side door and come straight to the room. No lobby, no scene, no embarrassment.”

“Oh. Don’t they lock those doors?”

“After dark, sure, but not in the daytime. I assume we’d be, uhh… trysting in the daytime, mostly?”

I smiled softly. “Trysting…that’s a polite word for it, if it’s even a real word. But yeah, daytime, while Ben is at work. God, I still can’t believe I’m doing this to Ben!”

“Laura…”

“No, never mind, it’s just me. Can you even get a room during the day? I thought check-in time was usually like four or five o’clock.”

“That’s another benefit of the club – early check-in and late check-out privileges. They always have a few rooms available.”

“Oh. I guess you’ve thought of everything.”

He smiled at me, that sexy smile again. “Highly unlikely, but I’m trying. Mostly I just think about you. So what do you think? Do we move forward with all this?”

I was shocked. “Now? We don’t have time to…”

“No, not that, not now – I just meant is this something we should try to do – you know, in the future. The very near future.”

Matt had a way of putting the ball in my court very smoothly, leaving me with decisions that he knew I needed to make, because he always seemed to recognize that I was the only one with so much to lose. This particular decision seemed to make itself, with a lot of help from my raging hormones and my aroused state of mind. “Well then yes… and soon, but not today. God, how I want you!”

He nodded agreement as he started forward, heading for the parking lot exit and back to the street. I stretched my arm across and squeezed him through his pants, finding him still semi-hard but now with just the very tip of his penis protruding from his pants. He groaned. “You tell me we don’t have time for any fun and games, but still you do this to me! You’re a mean, evil woman!”

I laughed. “And don’t you forget it! No reamister I should be the only one suffering – misery loves company, you know.” I continued to stroke and fondle him, greatly enjoying the sensation of him once again hardening and swelling, as well as the reappearance of the swollen head of his proud organ below his shorts as it grew and lengthened. “How far from home are we here, do you know?”

He frowned, thinking. “Oh, maybe 20 minutes or so; a little bit longer if traffic is bad, which it can be around here.” Heading back in the direction from which we’d come he turned right, back out onto the street and into a gap in traffic - of which, today, there was not much. “Why do you ask?”

I shrugged. “Oh, just curious. It would be nice to be closer to home, but that’s probably not a good idea.”

“Kind of what I figured. We’re not too likely to run into anyone we know over here.”

“You’ve obviously spent a lot of time thinking this through.”

He nodded. “I’ve thought about it a lot. About us.”

“Me too. It always seems to come back to just wanting you, to hold you and feel you inside of me. I want so much to feel that again.”

He turned toward me, his eyes searching my face for as long as he felt he could safely take them off the road ahead. When he did once again look forward he hit the brakes hard and made a sudden and sharp right turn into another parking lot, perhaps half a mile from the hotel we’d just left. This building was a long, low, single-story office building, with the narrow end of the structure toward the street and its length stretching back into the property, perhaps as much as two hundred feet.

It was mostly glass fronts on the smaller leased spaces, with a shallowly sloped roof covered in weathered cedar shake shingles and a sidewalk which ran all the way around the building, based on what I could see from here. You know the type, the buildings that are ubiquitous in areas of commercial and light industrial use, with offices for such things as insurance agencies, home decorators, and various small construction contractors and such. Today there was all of one car in the lot, directly in front of the building; it seemed to be otherwise deserted.

Matt drove past the sole car and deep into the lot, to the rear of the building. This property was also cut into the hill, the same hill that the hotel property was built on, and again the parking lot was backed with a ten or twelve foot retaining wall at its rear edge. I had no clue what he was doing. “Now where are you going?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m just looking for something – ahh, and there it is!”

I followed his gaze, and in the corner of the lot saw one of those big steel shipping containers, a red one, the kind they stack many layers high on the decks of ships, or that you see piggy-backing on rail flatcars. It was next to the fence at the edge of the property, and one end of it was pushed back so that it was almost against the block retaining wall. There were about two and a half empty parking spaces beside it, and then a larger blue dumpster with black plastic hinged lids which was also backed to the wall.

Matt swung around in front of them and then backed into the space between the two big steel boxes, backing up so that his rear bumper was almost touching the concrete wall as well. It began to dawn on me what he had in mind, and when he turned off the engine and reached out, seizing my arm and pulling me toward him, my suspicions were confirmed. “What are you doing?”

“That should be fairly obvious. I didn’t want to wait – and I don’t think you do either.”

He was right, of course, but still… “Here, now? In broad daylight? Anyone could see us!”

He looked around. “Only if they drive directly in front of our little alcove here – or if they’re up on the hill and sneak down to peek over the top of the retaining wall. Nobody will see us.”

He was probably right; there had been nothing up on the hill except short wild grasses, now going brown and crackly with the dry heat of summer, and a few clumps of bright yellow sunflowers. This lot and building seemed to be effectively a ghost town on the weekend. We were probably pretty safe. I looked around us. “A dumpster in a parking lot. Gosh, you take me to the nicest places!”

“If you feel like I feel, the location is not all that important.”

“Mmmm, I suppose you’re right. We’re kind of acting like a couple of horny teenagers though, aren’t we?”

“Just goes to show you that even teenagers sometimes have a good idea.” As he spoke he pulled me closer, leaning forward to kiss me. His tongue pushed aggressively into my mouth, and I sucked at it as if it was a small surrogate cock, the sensation of his kiss going straight to my already aroused sex. His hand moved slowly and lightly up my thigh, and my legs, on autopilot, parted for him. I was all but begging for his touch, my sex hot and wet, swollen-feeling, needy. He found his target, his fingers brushing lightly and teasingly over the moist outer lips of my pussy. His touch was electric, a series of intense shocks through my abdomen, and I wanted to scream at him to just touch me, to do me, to make me come. I was so achingly, incredibly aroused, but he seemed intent on taking his own sweet time!

Loving his touch, craving his touch, but suffering under it at the same time, my fingers scrabred at his zipper, trying to open his pants so that I could get my hands on his magnificent cock; I found myself no longer satisfied with the few inches of it that protruded from his pants leg, I wanted it all, and to feel and fondle his heavy scrotum and balls. He moved, shifted, helped me for a moment, and suddenly I had his thick cock in my hands, hot and hard, the skin of his penis like warm silk over throbbing steel. He was thick – so thick - and when I felt the warm slick of pre-cum at his opening glaze across the inside of my forearm as I gripped the hard base of his shaft, it sent another shiver of arousal through my body.

He felt me shudder. “Are you all right?”

“Oh yes. I’m fine.” My voice sounded shaky to my own ears, but I went on regardless. “I need you though, I need you to touch me. Make me come Matt, please.”

“Well, sure! That is more or less the point of this exercise, after all.”

I couldn’t believe he was being so flippant when I was so deeply involved in what we were doing; usually I loved his sense of humor, but not now, not when I wanted him so desperately! “Ssshhh, don’t talk, just do it!”

I heard his low chuckle, then felt his fingers part my lips as one of them, his middle finger, I think, found my hard, aroused little clit, that sensitive button that was just waiting and begging to be touched. He stroked it lightly, sending waves of pleasure through my body like a series of tiny, sparkly sensations that reached out and touched every part of me. I heard myself gasp and moan as if from a great distance, like an uninvolved observer, and felt my hips moving, thrusting myself against his fingers, unashamedly begging for more.

When he pressed his fingers firmly to my sex, two of them engulfing and swirling against my swollen clit and its little fleshy hood, I cried out and came, clutching at him with my free hand while my other gripped his hardness, squeezing and stroking. I came so hard, so powerfully, in part I think because I’d had to wait and be patient; now, after having been so aroused for so long, the strength of it powerd me back in my seat, my back arching as I bucked and thrust against his fingers. I’m afraid I may have been a little bit loud – surely I must have been – but I was beyond hearing it. I can only hope, after the fact, that there was nobody within earshot of us; if there was anyone they must have thought that either someone was having an incredibly good orgasm, or else that somebody was being ***ed. Fortunately, it was the former!

God it was good! It was so good, and I had needed it so desperately! As the waves of contractions subsided and my hips once again came under my control (and I stopped acting like some wanton slut that had abandoned all sense of dignity) I could only cling to him, and look at him in wonder even as a wave of dizziness hit me. “My god, Matt! Ohh my god!”

He smiled down at me. “Is that sort of what you had in mind?”

“Oh my god!” That seemed to be all I was able to say. I tried again. “Ohh, Matt, my god!” There, much better. Damn! One more try; “Ohh, that was incredible!” My command of the English language seemed to be slowly returning to me. “That felt soooo good – and to think, I was the one that didn’t care for parking out here like a couple of horny teenagers. I take it all back!”

He nodded, smiling. “Yes, I’ve always maintained that heavy petting is very under-rated. It can actually be quite pleasurable, as you’ve noticed.”

“Whew! I’ll say!” I looked down at his rampant erection, my hand closed around it as I slowly masturbated him. The head of his cock and part of the thick shaft had become quite slippery with his secretions, a stream of clear, slick pre-cum flowing from the tip. It felt wonderful, the slipperiness just adding to the overall sensuous feel of his heat and hardness. I reached my other hand down to him, carefully freeing his swollen balls from the confines of his shorts without doing any apparent damage with his brass zipper. They were heavy, and warm, large and firm within their soft fleshy sack. He was a little sweaty in that area behind his scrotum, to be expected in this situation and on such a warm day. Right now, even that felt sexy!

He looked at me. “Mmm, that feels good. I love having my balls played with, in case you haven’t noticed.”

I smiled. “And that makes you a typical male. I love the way you feel in my hands, so big and hard.”

“I love the way I feel in your hands too. Umm, are you done?”

“Me…what? With orgasms, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, no – not necessarily. That depends on you. I mean, I’m very satisfied, and I enjoyed that immensely, but if you’re willing, I’m certainly game to try again.”

He grinned. “Very noble of you.” As he spoke he moved his hand back just slightly and slid two fingers inside of me. My pussy, well lubricated by hours of arousal, not to mention our more recent endeavors, allowed him easy entry, but as he stretched me open and touched my sensitive inner walls I gasped and pushed against him, burying my face in his shoulder and biting him as I cried out.

“Oh god, oh, yes, Matt unhhh…” he bent his fingers and stroked that special area right behind my pubic bone as his thumb massaged my clit, and I came hard and sudden, uncontrollably grinding onto his hand as my muscles clamped down on his probing fingers. It had been so unexpected and had taken me so by surprise that I was gasping for breath, my whole body rigid and lifting off the seat as I thrust myself at him, totally caught in the wave of a second very powerful orgasm in as many minutes.
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Sorry about the last paragraph being separated, y'all! My attempted post that time
exceeded maximum size allowed by about six words. Dang!

storm

Stormy,

So glad that you're back and writing again. I haven't visited the site much lately, usually just check to see if you've posted any new segments here or on Adam's Journey. I miss you and GH. Hope you're enjoying your summer, I sure am. If only work didn't get in the way of my fun.

Thanks for keeping us entertained. Your writing has not lost a bit, if anything, it's even better.

Take care Buddy,

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Storm

As always a great story well told. I'm very curious to see where this is going. Laura just betrayed Ben. He asked her to come home and have sex and she turned him down. Instead she played with Matt. Now she will hardly be able to say to Ben that she never neglected him in favor of Matt.

That observation was not intended as a criticism of the story, rather a comment on its depth. Extramarital affairs are very complex relationships and you are doing a great job of chronicling this one.

Thanks

GH

Hey that was a fantastic scene. Delicious woman!

As gh said interesting to see where this is going. I suspect though that Ben wont be neglected. She clearly loves him.

Dont worry about the long breaks. It's not affecting readability at all.

M

Stormy,
Another outstanding segment! The emotions are great. I do have a concern for the possibility of Laura’s marriage crashing and burning. Yet it seems like Ben may be indicating that Laura could play? As I have said before the character build makes your stories among the very best I have read. I really appreciate your sharing with us!
Thank You,
JJ.