“You want this…want me…now, don’t you?”
“Go on!” she gasped as his mouth closed over her breasts, tugged on each nipple in turn as she felt a hand brush over the swell of her belly and slicked her mound. Questing fingers caressed and he kissed her, and he did so where they stood.
She shivered and jerked her body in response to his claims. She fumbled for his belt and felt his hands grip her wrists as they loosened it, then the button fastening of his chinos, before she pushed his pants and straining briefs down. “So…so much…Chris!”
His long penis arced out from his belly and a mat of hair; the muscles of his belly defined. She felt the spasms of a raging longing course through her belly. She felt so wet, so ready and quickly, but chose to kneel down and took that length of his in her mouth. She tasted the slick of precum as she worked him with her lips, the slick of tongue, even the light graze of her teeth over it as she cupped and squeezed on his sac; kneaded his balls.
“You do that so well…I wanted to know you!” he groaned. She saw how he stood over her, his eyes closed and his lips trembling in pleasure. She felt his feet brush her knees as Chris kicked away his pants and briefs. “On the couch…”
They stumbled away, grasping hands not slowing their progress.
She saw the look of wonder as she straddled his hips and drew her nightdress over her head in one sweep, his fingers working her pussy lips, but she knew she was so wet, open for him and what he brought. She bore her weight for a moment, put her hands on Chris’s shoulders as she let him feast on her breasts, loved the attention he paid to them.
“Now this…what we both wanted,” she whispered, nipping kisses to his ear as she felt him fumble, slick the domed tip of his penis over her crack before, on a slow slide and she moving to settle on him, he was deep inside her, buried to his nuts in her slicked heat.
“Go on…that feels so darned good!”
She rocked and eased, rotated her hips on him and took in sharp breaths. She wanted it all, but it had to be quick, this sharing in the fleshy heat. She tugged on his hair, felt the graze of his bearded face to her throat and breastbone, the fierce clamp of his hands to her jerking breasts.
“Don’t mark me…I don’t need that too…to explain that…and what we’re doing…not to anyone! Only to me!”
“Susan…Susan! Oh…oh Jeez!”
They were fucking hard, and she stifled her moans and gasps for breath against his mouth. Her insides felt on fire, were being stretched, and places found, she had not been so acutely aware of before. She was plunging up and down on his penis and wrenched on it, her actions failing to hold back her impending orgasm. She failed to control the onrushing flood of emotions, and her body’s reactions to what she had succumbed to, pursued, and now wanted from him.
She came…she came hard and pressed against him; felt Chris’s arms embrace her and slide down onto her hips as he lifted his butt off the couch and he lost it; blasted bolts of his semen into her, all of it mixing with her juices. She knew he was in her, but the combined floods lessened the sensations. She was at one with this lustful young man, if only for the moment.
She looked down into his upturned face, leant in to slowly kiss his parted lips before she pulled his head to her sore, hard nipples and felt his sucks upon them, how he rolled them in his mouth. Combined with what still remained buried so deep inside her she felt overwhelmed by wayward pleasure. She could not think clearly. She was focussed on this and on him; felt Chris move again and she clamped on his prick; felt the brush of their skins and his presence in her bring on the rush of a smaller orgasm, her muscles contracting on him fiercely.
“You wonder…you crazy hungry wonder!” she gasped, shuddering through their kisses of acceptance that it had happened again. Her body shook as she was overcome by wave after wave of her pussy muscles contracting on his softening penis. She could not recall sharing in such glorious moments with a man. “Sorry…I’ve…I’ve been so selfish…”
There was a question in what she had told him.
“You needed that…I loved the punishment you gave me for what happened with Clark.”
She eased off him and stood up. Susan held her hands out to him and pulled Chris to his feet.
“The two of you will soon be gone from here…work out of your new offices. I needed to say my own goodbye to you. I was someone else…for a while.”
“And I won’t be far away if you ever need to be reminded of her…”
She was suddenly possessed by a sense of loss and grabbed for her nightgown, slipped it over her head and adjusted the fit over her aching breasts before smoothing it over her hips and thighs. It clothed the woman that she had become for such a short time.
“I’ll go check on Clark…”
It was all she said and rushed out of his presence. She had never done anything so wanton or daring; performed and shared in acts with a young man who had found her and aroused wave after wave of short sharp climaxes and one that had been shared, the wetness between her thighs a sure testimony of that; just as the ache in her breasts and thighs were a reminder of what had happened, a passionate tryst…a raging fuck with a young guy she knew but had never given a hint of what was at work in her whenever they were together.
“Forgive me…” she whispered as she gazed down at Clark. He lay asleep and was safe.
She wondered if Chris would understand. He wasn’t a young stud to be used and then cast aside, but she had an ordered life to return to, only too prosaic to anyone else looking in.
Out of the blue she had become someone else…for a while.
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