Across the Street, Two Houses Down Ch. 02
Author's Note: WhiteWave48 and I co-wrote the original story which received a warm welcome. It had been written with the intention to submit as a Halloween contest entry back in 2007, but my on-going and long-lasting PC problems interfered with the effort so it was simply submitted as any other story. WhiteWave48 is not able to co-write another but gave me her blessing to create a sequel that some readers have been asking for, which will be told over two separate chapters, this one and Ch. 03.
Jessica was standing in front of the kitchen sink looking out at her flowerbed along the back fence. She'd replaced the summer flowers with a fall variety and was enjoying the bright, radiant colors. Her hobby was about the only thing that brought her pleasure anymore. Well, that and her black Chow, Princess.
"Oh, here you are," her husband Frank announced as he found his wife standing quietly in the kitchen. "I have to leave in the morning on business. I'll be flying to Detroit for a conference."
"You're doing what?" Jessica cried out as she turned to face him, incredulous after hearing his announcement and needing to hear his confirmation.
"It's business!" he told her. "I'm sorry, I know this is late notice, but Sanders said I was the best man for the job. The best man, Jessica!"
A look of paranoia overtook her. "But... what about the Halloween party Friday night? You canceled it, right?"
His expression turned defensive. "I couldn't, it's too late. I tried, really! This is a huge opportunity for me... for us, so I couldn't possibly turn it down. I knew you'd be mad, but I also know you'll forgive me. This is our future we're talking about."
"What's her name this time?" she challenged while crossing both arms across her chest defiantly. "Clarice? Whitney? Sarah? "
He smiled. "James. James Whitney, actually... Right name but lacking the, uh, equipment you're so suspicious of. Please, this is beneath you."
"Yeah, just like Clarice, Whitney, and Sarah were beneath you... with their legs spread," she muttered hatefully under her breath.
Jessica wasn't even sure why she cared anymore. It was just easier to stay than it was to leave. He was a good provider as far as finances were concerned, but at the same time he was a cheating bastard and they both knew it. This was just another game, and maybe she needed to start playing one of her own.
Her mind turned to Dillon, that handsome young stud across the street and two houses down with whom she'd had a brief fling. In that short time she finally discovered what it was like to be loved by a tender man who respected her, who was eager to bring her pleasure, and spoke complimentary words that were in stark contrast to the despicable man she lived with.
It started on Halloween the previous year and continued for the better part of two weeks until Frank came back. But at the time she thought he'd be quickly on the road again until a promotion changed that. He was home all of the time now, too much as far as she was concerned. And the affair with Dillon petered out.
Now it looked like she'd be hosting a Halloween party for her husband's "hands-on" co-workers, without him there to help keep them entertained and in check. She felt her face growing hot with anger and frustration the longer she thought about the unfairness of the circumstances. And there was little doubt in her mind that Frank had much more than business lined up in Michigan.
Frank paused to admire his wife's slim body which was a few inches shorter than his, topped with shoulder-length dark curls, her tanned skin seemingly aglow. He ignored the scowl on her face and flashed her a handsome smile as he closed the distance separating them.
"You're not getting out of this with a smile," she spoke in a determined voice even as she felt the rage dissipating. Jessica hated that his smile could so easily disarm her.
"So maybe I'll give you more than a smile," he quickly decided as he lifted her up onto the counter to the left of the sink and stepped between her thighs.
Jessica tried to hang on to the anger as she passively sat there, pretending to not be enjoying the feel of his hands as they caressed her shoulders and arms. Frank knew better than to try and kiss her when she was in one of her moods so instead he pressed his mouth against the base of her neck and planted wet kisses, intermittently flicking his tongue over the wonderfully scented skin.
He could be very patient when the situation called for it and he was quite content to kiss his way up one side of her neck and down the other. She pretended to be disinterested in his advances but when he felt the beating of blood as it flowed through her carotid arteries he could tell that at least her body was responding to the affectionate attention.
"Don't do this," Jessica finally complained but they both knew she wouldn't, or couldn't, deprive herself of an opportunity for sex when it came up. Both swollen nipples throbbed with every beat of her heart.
He unfastened his slacks and pulled his genitals free. "Talk dirty and get me hard," he whispered, knowing how much she hated doing that.
"I won't," she flatly refused as her breathing began to quicken from her awakening arousal.
He pushed his hands underneath the front of her t-shirt and cupped both breasts, squeezing on the firm swells, feeling the nipples as they strained against his palms. His wife's breaths were coming faster now, deeper, and he could feel her body quivering with passion as it responded to his touch.
"Say the words I want to hear," he persisted, knowing he'd get his way in due time.
"Damn it, I won't!" she weakly cried out as the inescapable sexual excitement continued to intensify, the tingling warmth of arousal forming deep in her loins.
As his thumbs rubbed over the stiff nipples Frank could feel his cock beginning to swell. He rubbed it along the inside of her left thigh, the welcome friction stimulating the head and aiding in its growth. His eyes gazed at her pretty face as the cheeks flushed pink with desire. He kissed her soft mouth, savoring the full lips moistened with saliva, now joined with his.
Frank knew his wife quite well and he could just imagine how badly her cunt was throbbing. She wanted him to touch her down there, her body was silently crying out for his attention, but he would deny Jessica what she badly needed until she spoke the words she so detested.
After peppering her silky face with gentle kisses his mouth moved to her left ear. "Say the words, my sweet."
The resistant cries had now softened and her head shook. She was slowly falling victim to the passion and he knew she would soon crack. Frank smiled as he breathed his hot breath over her ear, feeling her body stiffen and hearing a long gasp escape her mouth. His tongue traced along the bottom curvature of the lobe before he drew it between his soft lips.
"Ohh!" her sweet voice weakly sighed as the heat in her loins flared into a fire, her body trembling all over.
Jessica's hands reached out for him, grasping his shoulders, her fingers digging into the shirt and the flesh beneath. She pulled her body tightly against his, her crotch pumping helplessly against the air separating her sex from his erect cock while mentally willing him to take her. Frank grinned, amused by her obvious desperation.
"Say it," he whispered once more. "I can feel how hot you are and I can smell your wetness. Tell me what I want to hear, beg for what I have."
"Please, not that," she pleaded but she knew he wouldn't give in. There were very few times he'd given in to her reluctance and allowed her to get away without talking dirty.
His right hand reached down and rubbed on the folds of her cunt. It was hot and wet, the juice having already started soaking through the thin fabric crotch. Her hands tightened harder on his shoulders as her hips started frantically grinding against the probing fingers. He waited until he heard her breath catch and felt her body writhing before pulling the hand away, fingers moist with her scented juice.
"Please Frank, don't tease me!" she cried out, needing to be touched.
He took the swollen nipples between two fingers and lazily rolled them back and forth, further arousing Jessica's desire. When her right hand let go of his shoulder and reached down to stroke his hard cock, Frank knew she was close to giving in. Once her fingers tightened around the throbbing shaft she tried to draw him forward but he stood his ground.
"Oh please, I need you!" she whispered in a frenzied tone.
"Say it, Jess, and you'll have me."
This time he wasn't backing down. With her desire intensifying and Frank remaining cool-headed and clearly in charge, Jessica knew he was going to win this battle. Her face flushed red as feelings of humiliation ran through her. How she hated the sensations of shame from saying those despised words, but her body was aching so badly.
How she missed and longed for Dillon! He was a man of honor, one who didn't make her feel ashamed of her sexual excitement, didn't use it against her as a weapon like Frank did to get what he wanted.
She finally broke down and frantically cried out, "Fuck my cunt! Please, Frank, fuck my hot, juicy cunt!"
How she hated hearing those words, of saying them, and experiencing the humiliation that always accompanied those four filthy letters. But it was also a great relief as she felt his fingers tugging the soiled panty crotch to one side before pushing the lips apart. He stepped closer as the round tip was inserted into the slit and was quickly lubricated by her flowing essence.
"Say it again, once more," he demanded, knowing how she hated him for making her say it.
The embarrassment was replaced by cold rage. "Fuck my cunt, okay? Is that what you want to hear? Fuck my cunt with your big, hard cock! Okay?"
He held her waist and lifted her off the counter, dropping her in a controlled fall that shoved his cock all the way into her slick canal. The act of suddenly being filled took Jessica's breath away. Once he was buried in her sex her body immediately responded, legs gripping his waist as her hips wildly rose and fell, slamming his meat into her with a fury. Wetness instantly soaked his driving shaft as they feverishly coupled.
The fucking was fast but brief. Jessica rode him with all of her strength, gripping his waist with her knees and pivoting up and down. His cock rammed in and out, giving them both the pleasure their bodies sought. Her cunt was so juicy she could feel it trickling down the crack of her ass.
As she felt her orgasm building she fucked him even faster. The tingling heat kept building in her loins, her pussy throbbing as he filled it. She gasped as her body clenched hard, hanging on to his form for dear life as she began shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of delightful tingling surges rushed through her flesh.
Her cum flooded around his cock as she climaxed, flushing out the hatred and anger in her system with every violent spasm. It lasted several moments before leaving her spent body, Jessica sweaty and breathless in its wake.
Frank finished less than a minute later. Once his scrotum tightened at the base of his shaft he ejaculated with a grunt, firing several powerful streams of milky cum into her cunt. After enjoying the pleasure of the act he sat her back down on the counter and pulled out, leaving a trail of creamy wetness behind.
In the aftermath of the sex she was saddened by the realization that she would never be able to conceive a child with her husband. They'd wanted children, but medical testing had shown that Frank wasn't capable of reproducing barring some miracle. She'd been hopeful for several years but finally gave up and faced her grim reality.
Her gaze caught sight of the note that was held in place on the refrigerator door by the white camellia magnet, which read You must cultivate your own garden.
"Oh Dillon," she quietly whispered in a voice laced with longing and despair, "how I miss you planting your seed in my garden."
* * * * *
"I'll be back on Tuesday afternoon," he hurriedly whispered before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "So you can plan for dinner accordingly."
It was early Friday morning and as Frank showered she laid in bed with conflicting emotions. A part of her was relieved by the thought of being apart for a few days, yet she was also dreading him leaving right before the Halloween party she'd spent so much time planning so as to make a good impression on the people he worked with.
As he dressed she got out of bed and slipped her nude body into a knee-length flower-print silk robe and tied the sash. She preceded him into the kitchen and got the coffee made before he followed in her footsteps several minutes later. Jessica poured them both a cup.
"Do you have time for breakfast?" she politely offered while silently hoping he didn't.
"I'll get something at the airport, it'll help pass the time," he decided, declining the offer. "I'll call you after the morning meeting and I get settled into my hotel room."
"Okay," she responded, taking a moment to fix his upturned shirt collar and then pressing it flat. Her eyes looked into his. "Be good, Frank."
"Don't worry, I will," he promised, even as his mind was already thinking of Patricia, the younger and very attractive assistant he'd soon be with. She was the longest affair he'd had out of them all and the relationship was beginning to turn serious, something he still yet had to face.
After seeing her husband off Jessica sighed with relief. These morning goodbyes were always awkward for her. Having to pretend she really cared while playing the role of the dutiful wife was always difficult. They both knew they were living a lie, so why did they even bother going through the motions anymore? Who were they kidding, after all?
She walked to the front room and sat on a couch by the large front window. From this vantage point she had a good view of the street, and especially of the front of the house that was across the street and two houses down where Dillon lived. She wondered what he'd be doing today... attending a few college classes, she guessed.
"And walking your young brother door to door for trick-or-treating," she quietly whispered as a hopeful grin formed on her pretty face. "Will you be coming by here as well?"
A tingle traveled up her spine that hardened her nipples. She could feel the tips tightening as she thought of the handsome Dillon. But her hope was fleeting. After all, what would a dashing man his age want with a thirty year-old neighbor? It reminded her of that housewives show that her husband liked to watch because of the cute women in it. Had she become that shallow and pathetic?
The fingers of her right hand subconsciously smoothed the robe down over her right breast. When she found that it felt good when the nipple was touched, she slid her hand inside the robe and began squeezing on her left breast as her mind wandered back nearly a year to the once-lonely days brightened by her new young lover.
He rushed home after his morning class on Thursday, the day after Halloween of the previous year. Jessica invited him over for lunch, but they both knew what was really on the menu. She hadn't had a reason to open her lingerie drawer for quite some time, but with Dillon's planned arrival she spent the bulk of the morning making her body as appealing as possible in anticipation of extra-curricular activities.
Since the premise for their meeting was lunch she prepared home-made chicken soup and salami with cheese sandwiches on toasted baguettes. It had been years since Jessica had been this excited as she sat on the couch by the front window anxiously awaiting his arrival. He'd suggested, and she'd agreed, to leave the garage door open for him to park so as not to arouse the suspicion of the neighbors.
When she finally saw the familiar car approaching her heart leapt, eyes staring at the impressive figure behind the wheel as the car pulled into her driveway. A second later the humming engine turned off and she could hear the whirring of the electric motor as the garage door closed.
Jessica literally ran to the interior garage door just as he was about to knock. Dillon appeared stunned as he gazed at her face before taking in the rest of her slender, shapely body, which was beautifully wrapped in a turquoise-blue lace bra, matching panties and a see-through, sleeveless, waist-length cover. She couldn't help but smile with pride as he was obviously impressed.
"Come on in, I have lunch all ready," she invited, turning and leading him into the house as she felt his eyes continue to gawk at her physical attributes.
"Maybe I've still got it after all," she muttered with pride under her breath.
After showing him into the kitchen they sat down together on one side of the table, she to his right. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. As she sipped on a spoonful of soup her left hand reached over and squeezed his left thigh. As he picked up the sandwich in his left hand, the right reached over and gently gripped the back of her neck.
Once she turned to look at him all semblance of self-control was lost. He snared her in his gaze and drew her closer with an unspoken gesture, their lips meeting in a deep, moist kiss. Moments later their tongues entwined, rapidly exploring the sweet warmth one another's mouth...
"I don't have time for this!" Jessica scolded herself. "The party is tonight and there's too much that needs to be done to be wasting time thinking of something that's already been lost."
* * * * *
"Where's Mom?" Dillon's eight year-old brother Mark asked as they sat at the kitchen table eating fried chicken with potato salad.
"She went out to dinner with a few friends after work," Dillon reported, a lingering sadness evident in his voice. "Hopefully she'll be back by the time we get done trick-or-treating so I can go out. I'm surprised you're not dressed yet."
Mark took a bite of chicken and washed it down with milk. "Mom said I had to wait until after dinner. Are you taking me to the mall?"
Dillon shrugged his shoulders. "You don't want to go there, trust me, that's where the toddlers go. We'll hit the houses around here, and I might drive you over to that new development if we have time. Sound good?"
Mark shook his head emphatically after taking another big bite.
Dillon rubbed the top of Mark's head before getting up and walking into the adjoining living room. His carefree demeanor had changed since meeting the sexy Australian neighbor across the street and two houses down.
After a hot affair that lasted for the duration of her husband Frank's two-week trip, everything dramatically changed. She rushed across the street one day as Dillon was getting out of the car and hurriedly passed him a note before rushing away. Confused, he waited until he was inside before taking the time to read it. The words were still tattooed across his brain.
Dillon,
What we did was wrong. I'm so sorry for dragging you into my miserable life. Frank has accepted a new position and is no longer traveling, so we cannot possibly continue seeing each other. Good luck in life and in all that you do.
Jessica
He walked to the window and looked at his neighbor's house which, as usual, was all lit up and nicely decorated for the holiday. He had to suppress his feelings of longing for the woman who resided there with a husband she could never love with all of her heart. That thought saddened him greatly.
After their brief affair Dillon had a better idea what he wanted out of life and Anna wasn't it. They dated a few more times before he finally worked up the courage to call it off. There was nobody in his empty life now and he continued to yearn for the woman he couldn't have.
They made eye contact in passing periodically but Jessica always quickly looked away. She wouldn't even offer him a smile from a distance or any indication that she still maintained feelings for him. And with Frank's continual presence there was little chance that anything more would happen between them, even if she wanted it to.
He thought back longingly of last year's Halloween at how the magic in the air on that special night helped the unimaginable to happen. A part of him hoped that the magic would return once more, if even only briefly.
After dinner Mark got changed into his Iron Man outfit. Dillon was still dressed in his jeans and a red t-shirt when they left the house. As they walked down the sidewalk Dillon couldn't help but glance over at the house across the street and two down from him.
The exterior was nicely decorated with hay bales and glowing jack-o-lanterns. Strings of vampire-shaped lights lined both sides of the walkway leading to the front door from the street. The door was covered with a full-length picture of a walking zombie quite colorfully depicted in its bloody, half-decayed body.
He could easily envision the lovely woman inside with the brightly smiling face and dark curls of hair who would greet anyone who knocked and felt a twinge of despair. The thought of seeing her again would only be a painful reminder of the relationship they once shared. On impulse Dillon decided to take his brother to a different neighborhood and avoid her house altogether.
"Come on, Mark, I'll take you to that new development," Dillon suggested.
"What about around here?"
"It's not going anywhere," Dillon pointed out. "Come on, before it gets too late. Mom wants you home by eight."
He stopped on the corner of one street and let Mark out before driving down to the other end and parked, waiting for him to catch up. As he sat in the vehicle watching the other kids walking from door to door he couldn't help but think of Jessica. He didn't know why he was so taken by the woman who was ten years older.
Of course he enjoyed the sex, which they had engaged in daily if not more during their short time together. The wonderful things she'd taught him... how to please a woman orally, taking time to show his feelings by whispering compliments as he slowly aroused her, the many different positions that were possible... he'd learned so much about women and what they really want.
But there was so much more to her than a nice body. Even though she was married he sensed a loneliness about her that he appeared to counter, and when they were together there were so many things they enjoyed about each other. Dillon felt a connection with the older woman that he'd never shared with any other his own age. And she was so insightful and kind.
The thoughts of their brief time together intensified his feeling of longing for the woman he had grown to love. Dillon had never really been in love before, not love like the kind he felt for Jessica. With Anna it was lust, which was something his time with Jessica had revealed to him. He'd matured a lot during those two weeks and was so much the better for it.
The opening of the passenger door brought him back to reality.
"How was the take?" Dillon asked as Mark got seated.
Mark was smiling as he squeezed the bottom of the bag together and showed his brother the large lump filling the bottom. "Not bad."
He restarted the car and drove a few blocks further until finding a nice grouping of what appeared to be homes where wealthy families lived. After standing long enough for Mark to get out, he again drove down to the end of the street and parked.
After close to an hour Mark's bag was pretty full and he was anxious to return to their neighborhood. Dillon didn't say anything but he was now also, but for a much different reason. Thinking of Jessica had him wanting to see her, not avoid her as he had intended to earlier. And with this being Halloween, his young brother in tow, Dillon had the perfect excuse.
* * * * *
"Trick or treat!" Mark called out as the door opened.
When Jessica's eyes met Dillon's she froze. They were locked in a gaze that communicated all of the longing and emotion that they each still felt for each other. Time had no meaning for the unlikely couple at that moment, and it seemed as if they'd last made love only hours earlier instead of the year that had elapsed.
Mark looked up impatiently, not noticing the wide smile on the neighbor's pretty face. In a huff he repeated, "Trick or treat!"
The interruption brought them both back from the special place they'd briefly visited.
"Oh, of course," Jessica responded as the boy's persistence startled her.
She glanced down with traces of that same emotional smile still lingering on her face before turning and reaching for a candy bowl resting on the seat of a nearby straight-backed wooden chair. Holding it down at his level she waited as he made his careful selection.
"Take two, sweetheart," Jessica instructed as she remembered telling him to do the same thing last Halloween.
After picking out two miniature candy bars and sliding them into his bag, Mark looked up at his brother. "Come on, Dillon."
"Can you come back?" she nervously asked her handsome, young ex-lover. "Frank asked me to host a Halloween party but then had to leave town for an urgent business meeting this morning. I could really use an extra set of hands if it wouldn't be too much trouble."
Dillon could hardly believe he heard her speak the words he could only have dreamed of hearing. Was this really happening or was it just a cruel dream? His lonely heart surged with joyful happiness and it took all of his self control to not pull Jessica into his arms and kiss her deeply right at that moment.
"Uh..." he stammered in shocked surprise as his mind wildly raced, "my mom... I have to watch Mark until she gets home," he tried to explain as he searched for the right words. "I can afterwards if you want."
Jessica could feel her heart racing with nervous tension followed by relief when she heard him agreeing to the invitation. This reunion seemed so surrealistic to her foggy brain.
"Yes!" she cried out as tears of joy moistened her eyes. Jessica struggled to reel in her intensifying emotions. "It starts at nine, but come early if you can, to..."
"I will!" he promised as Mark tugged his arm and spun Dillon's body around.
He looked back over his shoulders for as long as he could, watching her as she watched him, until finally the door closed.
Dillon's mind was reeling as he tried to keep his excitement and rollercoaster emotions in check. Doing his best to remain calm on the surface, he was anything but underneath. Walking his brother from house after house was torture for him. Each minute that elapsed was one less he could spend with his first true love. He silently cursed the circumstances that kept him from going to her at that very instant.
Mark could tell his older brother was acting weird as they walked the neighborhood filling up his bag a second time. After finishing the same route that brought them full circle to the house Dillon unlocked the door and they went inside... and he waited.
* * * * *
His mother didn't get home until shortly after eight. Following a hurried "hello" and "goodbye" Dillon was out of the door in a whirlwind of activity that left his mother's head spinning. A few moments later he was ringing Jessica's doorbell.
She was wearing the same blue shorts and white t-shirt she had on earlier and never looked so good as far as he was concerned. He couldn't help but notice the slight jiggling of her firm, unrestrained breasts beneath the fabric, which also caught on the outcroppings of her nipples and emphasized their size.
His heart was pounding with nervous excitement as she reached out and quickly pulled him inside, kicking the door closed while moving her arms around his shoulders. Without a word their lips locked in a long-overdue kiss as their suppressed affections resurfaced. He coiled his arms around her slender waist, pulling the woman of his dreams tightly into his body, hungry for its soft warmth.
Jessica fell backward at a right angle and onto the nearby wooden seat where she sat. She'd turned the outside light off and had removed the candy bowl in anticipation of Dillon's arrival. Her arms pulled him down onto his knees in front of her. Their lips parted, tongues anxiously thrusting deeply into one another's sweet mouths. Dillon felt those bare, slender legs wrap around his hips as they had so many times before.
Like swimmers surfacing after a long underwater swim, their lips parted as they gasped for air. As their eyes met in a deep gaze tears of joy ran down her reddened cheeks which his fingers wiped away.
"I wanted to see you so many times," Jessica whispered her confession of longing. "It was so difficult knowing you were so close but so very, very far."
"I... I thought you didn't want me," Dillon told her, feeling the disappointment rapidly melting away as it was replaced by relief and happiness.
Her head was shaking. "No, that's not it, I swear! I love you too much to try and stand in your way of finding a woman your own age, someone who's available. I couldn't..."
Knowing time was short Dillon tugged her t-shirt up and pulled it off her head and outstretched arms. Jessica returned the favor and stripped him of his shirt. As he lovingly cupped and squeezed on her tits and stiff peaks, her hands rubbed on his muscled arms and chest. They were both breathing hard and for several moments just enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies.
"I've missed this... missed you so much," he admitted as he felt his emotional tears welling up.
"As have I, believe me."
"I love you," Dillon hurriedly spoke the words he promised himself that he would if he ever got the chance again.
"And I love you," she quickly added, feeling a pressure lift off her shoulders after sharing her deepest secret with a man she knew she could never share her life with.
He looked down as his hands worked to loosen her shorts. Once they were undone she moved her shapely legs together and he tugged them down along with her panties. He reveled in her naked beauty as she willingly showed all that she had, thighs widening in an unspoken invitation. Dillon's admiring eyes moved to her glistening pink sex fringed with dark curls of silky-soft down.
Dillon knew what he wanted to do, where he wanted to go, but was mindful of the lessons of love she'd patiently taught him during their time together. Leaning forward their lips met in another deep kiss, tongues briefly entwining before his lips left hers and trailed over her chin and down the front of her neck. Her hands lightly cupped his face as he placed his palms on top of her thighs, caressing them.
His lips paused at the base of her neck to nuzzle it, eliciting moans of pleasure. Jessica sank back in the chair and savored the loving touch of a man which was so different than the shame and humiliation Frank made her feel. She felt her nipples swell and tighten into hard pink beads that throbbed with feminine want.
Jessica's young lover took his time as lips and flicking tongue-tip stimulated her skin on its southward journey. Her breasts ached with anticipation when he neared them. His mouth first explored the silky valley separating the needy mounds before tracing along the bottom curvature of her right swell. His attention slowly moved up and he drew the nipple deeply into his mouth.
"Oh!" Jessica cried out in delight as her body arched forward, her hands pulling his face tighter against the boob.
She could feel wetness suddenly flood her pussy as she savored a mini-climax that filled her loins with tingling warmth. It had been far too long since Jessica had been truly loved. Her arousal intensified as Dillon sucked and nibbled on her throbbing tip, bathing it in his warm saliva. Afterwards his mouth traversed to the left and tended to the opposing nub in the same wondrousl manner.
Jessica moaned out her pleasure as her womanly scent floated in the air around them. The smell of her arousal was a tremendous turn-on for Dillon, whose cock filled out and tightened the skin surrounding the thick shaft. The bulge inside the restrictive clothing ached to be released, but he kept his own need in check for the moment, knowing when to best unleash his erect organ.
His lips and darting tongue trailed downward over her flat belly. As he encroached on her juicy pussy Jessica's lower body slid forward over the edge of the chair. She moved both legs over his shoulders and placed her left ankle over the right behind his head to expose her sex. The fingers of both hands pulled the outer folds apart, exposing the bright pink flesh within for his enjoyment.
He looked up and their eyes briefly met. His attention then returned to her glorious sex and his extended tongue began exploring its lush warmth. Jessica's body stiffened as she was filled with waves of tremendous delight. The pressure of his moving muscle sliding up and down her juicy slit caused her body to wildly shudder.
She could feel the tip of a finger feeling for her opening and gently pushing inside. After beginning a rhythmic thrusting it was joined by a second. Jessica listened to her soft cries as her hips met the driving fingers. Dillon's mouth focused on her clit and sent her spiraling into that special of all places where only selfish pleasure exists.
Alone with her thoughts she felt her orgasm building. As it approached her entire body began shaking as if she was riding atop a mighty bull. Brief, sharp cries filled Jessica's ears as her shapely form writhed in spasms of ecstasy. For several joyous moments surges of tingling delight filled her loins. Her hands gripped the back of Dillon's head and pulled him tightly to her crotch which was grinding against his lips and tongue.
Jessica clenched hard as cum flooded her pussy. Dillon kept licking and sucking on her clit, two fingers ramming into her wet canal, as the climax ran its course. Sweat beaded on her skin from the frenzied activity triggered by the orgasm. When it ended her body relaxed and sank backwards.
Dillon grasped her waist and pulled her off of the chair and on top of him as he settled on the polished wood floor beneath her. She was absolutely glowing as her smiling eyes fixed on his before she leaned down and kissed his cum-glazed mouth. Her tangy flavor was in the kiss they both enjoyed.
She moved down his body and looked at the large bulge in the front of his shorts. Her fingers rubbed at the hardness beneath, fingers squeezing and stroking teasingly. After a few moments her own passion became too much and she frantically clawed at the buckle and zipper before removing his clothing and revealing the handsomeness of his fully aroused genitalia.
A hungry look filled her eyes as she pounced, cat-like. Jessica took him into her mouth and she sucked with zeal. She could feel the thick cum coating her tongue as it seeped from the tiny eye of the tip. Her mouth licked and sucked as her lips descended, taking in more of his length. Dillon's hands cupped the back of her head as his hips began fucking her mouth, eager for more.
How she had missed his cock! Jessica loved the feel of his hardened meat throbbing enthusiastically against her tongue, her mouth filled with the salty flavor of his passion. Her constricted lips slid up and down the stiff shaft as she savored the taste and feel of his amazing body. His cock was pushing as his hands pulled down on her head, steadily burrowing deeper, eager for release.
While Jessica was anxious to bring him the pleasure he brought her, she was desperate to feel his cock filling her hungry void. When she felt his body tighten her mouth pulled away, a string of leaking cum clinging to her chin. She subconsciously wiped at the wetness with the back of a hand as she straddled his waist.
Reaching down Jessica stroked his wet cock several times, making sure it was fully hard, before holding it still and lowering her body down to meet it. Jessica worked the round tip into the slit and moved it to the opening. He firmly gripped her waist and when he felt the entrance his arms pulled down as he thrust upward, spearing his length into her snug canal.
"Ohhhh!" She let out a long sigh as Dillon filled her in one smooth motion.
He immediately began loving her hard and fast, pounding his cock into her sex like a madman. She rode him just as hard, frantic to make up for all they had missed out on over the previous year. Her form lifted and fell, breasts jumping from their feverish pace. Her flowing wetness soaked his cock and dripped down his balls, splattering down with each inward thrust.
Dillon was amazed by how incredible she felt. After so many lonely nights, to feel her again was more invigorating than he ever could have imagined. Using all of his strength to pull her down, arm muscles flexing, his powerful hips rammed up into hers, plunging his cock as deeply into her sex as his length allowed.
His grunts mingled with her cries as they lived out their fantasy. His sensitized hardness moved within her wet, hot canal, feeling it pulsating around him. Their sweaty bodies writhed against one another, hands squeezing and fondling as their flesh reunited.
Jessica felt the tightening in her loins as an orgasm began to build. She silently willed her young lover to last for just a few moments longer so she could fully enjoy the pleasure his wonderful, stiff cock could bring.
"Oh yes, Dillon," she cried out as the tingling fire in her loins intensified.
Her shuddering form rode the stud faster and harder, her canal tightening around his driving manhood. Jessica's considerable wetness lubricated the flesh that he filled and spilled over him. His hands left her waist and grasped the bouncing tits, squeezing hard on the supple swells and pinching on the straining peaks. The added stimulation sent her over the edge.
"Yes!" she weakly cried out as her body went rigid.
The next second her luscious, slender body began crazily shaking and twitching as powerful sensations of ecstasy surged through her energized form. Her hips kept grinding against his crotch as she rode the climax like a wave, her mind once more propelled to that special place if for just the briefest of visits.
His cock, steeped in her juice, savored the magical feel of her body for as long as possible. But her body's natural need to draw his cum from his balls soon had them filled with wondrous pressure. Dillon moaned as the orbs pulled up tightly to the base of his cock and the seed began to rise up from them. He relished the delightful tingling sensations that rushed through his loins.
Jessica could tell by the pinched expression on his face that he was almost there. Once her orgasm had ended she did her best to help him finish. Seconds later he moved his hands back to her waist and pulled her down tightly against his crotch.
With a gasp Dillon started ejaculating, his impressive body twitching with each powerful burst. He controlled their movements as his orgasm played out, stiff cock pounding deeply inside as he squirted strong bursts of semen until his body went limp with a sigh.
She lay on his chest, breasts compressing between them, nipples still tight and hard. Her fingers wiped the sweat from his flushed cheeks as she admired his smiling face.
"I'd forgotten how good it is with you," she spoke with a grateful smile of her own. "I've missed you so much. I was afraid we'd never..."
"I know," he responded after her words tapered off. "You deserve to be happy. Why do you stay with him?"
She frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I think about it sometimes, but... it's just easier this way. Besides, who'd be interested in a middle-aged divorcee?"
"You're not middle-aged," he quickly countered in her defense. "And I'm still very much interested."
She briefly kissed his mouth. "I better get up; we wouldn't want the guests to start arriving and seeing us like this. I need a quick shower before I get my costume on."