N is for Naughty

Nick had just finished mowing the lawn. Sweaty, sticky he came through the kitchen stopping just long enough to give his wife Darlene an affectionate kiss, along with a playful pat on her ass.

“Going up to shower.”

“Good, you need too!” she said holding her nose.

“Very funny.” He might be sweaty, but he knew he didn’t stink.

“As soon as I finish this last batch of cookies, I might just come join you,” she said with a flirtatious wink. “So take a long one,” she added with a smile.

At forty-four, Darlene still didn’t look a day over thirty. Sure, she had a few extra pounds, but who didn’t? Her breasts were still full firm and heavenly. Though she kept her light brown hair short, she always looked as though she’d just been to the beauty parlor. Nick laughed thinking to himself, though she complained about her ass, claiming it was “A little too broad in the beam” as she put it, Nick had a hard time keeping his hands off it whenever he passed by, just as he’d done in the kitchen moments ago.

He stopped briefly at the mirror of her vanity. His hair was still mostly dark, but had a lot more silver in it now. Still, he didn’t look his fifty years either. A few extra wrinkles here and there, a semi-crooked nose from his time in the service. He’d never have a flat stomach again, but he didn’t have a beer-belly either. All in all, Nick was still a reasonably good-looking guy.

Nick pulled his dirty tee shirt over his head, walking towards the clothes hamper. He glanced out their bedroom window, and froze.

Carol Abbot, their next door neighbor and one of Darlene’s very good friends lay outside in her backyard on one of her lawn chairs. Though ten years younger than Darlene, the two of them had taken to one another almost immediately the day Carol and her husband Greg had moved in. That was a little over a year ago now. What caused Nick to stop dead in his tracks wasn’t the fact that she was laying out, she did that often. He’d gotten used to seeing her running around half the time in shorts, halter and even a bikini.

No, what caused him to forget to finish even pulling off his tee shirt was the fact she had just rolled over onto her back, sunning topless. They often visited, had barbeques together, played cards, went out to dinner, and sometimes…flirted with one another. Just as Darlene and Greg had. But even through all that, he’d never once even seen a flash of nipple, let alone anything else, even though he’d naturally wondered about it. And now…here she was.

Nick finished pulling off his tee, tossed it somewhere towards the hamper, reaching up inside his closet. Seconds later he returned to the window, pulling the curtains closed a little more, and focused his high-powered binoculars.

“Damn!” he said to himself as he stood looking at her. Her breasts weren’t quite as large as Darlene’s were, but were certainly more than a handful. Her areolas were a light brown the size of his fist, covering a goodly portion of her firm breasts as she continued to lay there unaware she was being “spied on” Nick thought half guiltily.

He stood looking at her a few seconds longer, decided he’d seen enough to satisfy his curiosity and that it was perhaps time to take that shower, when she moved. It wasn’t sitting up, rolling over, or anything like that which caused him to forget all about his shower for a moment, but the fact she had reached up one hand and had begun toying with one of her nipples.

Damn became fuck. “Fuck!” Nick exclaimed audibly. He actually felt his cock twitch as his brain sent signals down to it letting it know that it was becoming interested. “Hold your horses!” Nick said talking to his dick, reaching down to give it an affectionate adjustment. “Just give me a second, then we’ll see about that shower.”

The fact that Carol was touching herself like this was interesting enough, but the fact that he was watching her do it suddenly seized him with that ‘Naughty boy’ feeling he’d had growing up whenever he’d stumbled into, or onto something he shouldn’t be witnessing, just as he was now. He watched as she switched hands, now toying with her other nipple. Through the binoculars, she was as close as though he were standing right there beside her. Her nipples were rock-hard now as she continued to thumb them, teasing them gently. Suddenly she sat up looking about. Like a thief standing outside her balcony, Nick yanked the binoculars down stepping away from the window. His heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, and his cock was growing longer and thicker by the second. He counted to ten, and then cautiously approached the window, once again parting the curtains.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed once again. “Fuck!”

It was obvious that she was in a rather amorous mood. Though whatever had set her off was curious, he was just happy to be seeing the cause and affect from it. Once again she was lying down, but now she’d pulled aside her bikini bottoms. It was obvious what she was doing, even without the binoculars as Nick brought them once again back up to his face.

She had gone from toying with her nipples, to now obviously fingering her cunt, or more appropriately perhaps as he stared even closer with the binoculars, rubbing the tip of her now exposed clitoris.

“Honey? What are you doing?”

Nick spun from the window, the binoculars in hand, his cock sticking a mile out as he’d absentmindedly un-zippered himself, drawing it out to stroke it as he’d stood their watching their neighbor.

He was had and he knew it. There was no point in denying it, the reality was…he’d gotten caught. His best defense under the circumstances was an open offence. He and Darlene had always been open with one another, sharing pillow talk, which sometimes bordered on being fairly kinky in nature.

“Carol’s lying in her backyard masturbating,” he said simply. “I just sort of stumbled on to her doing it, and wasn’t sure that she was…so I decided to use these.”

“Ah huh,” Darlene said crossing their bedroom towards him. “Let me see.”

Her comment took him by surprise. At the very least he’d expected some small form of chastisement. That he’d been honest about what he was doing had probably defused the situation somewhat, but that he’d also been playing with himself should have gotten a bit stronger of a response than that.

Darlene stood at the window, slightly back and away from the parted curtains adjusting the binoculars until she could see more clearly. She laughed. “She told me she was going to do that some time,” Darlene suddenly shared. “Told me over coffee a few weeks ago she’s had this little fantasy about playing with herself sometime when Greg wasn’t home, but not just doing it inside either, but outside in her backyard. I guess today was the day!”

Hearing his wife share this tid-bit of naughty information surprised him a little, but he was smiling when she turned handing back the binoculars. “Oh for heavens sake, go ahead and look,” she told him. “If Carol’s crazy enough to actually do it, then she also must be willing to run some risk she might be seen. The fact it just happens to be you shouldn’t come as any surprise.”

“You’re…you’re going to tell her?” Nick stammered worriedly.

“I don’t know…maybe. I’ll think about it,” she answered confusing him entirely. Darlene parted the window a little more, peeking out once again, though this time without the binoculars. “Oh, you should enjoy this,” she said stepping away inviting him over.

Like a kid being told he could choose any toy he wanted off the shelf, Nick stepped back towards the window, the binoculars already coming up to his eyes as he did.

“Damn!” he said though his mind was saying, “fuck!”

“I thought you might enjoy that,” Darlene said now standing behind him.

Below, Carol had removed her bottoms entirely. She now lay, her legs bent at the knee, spreading herself obscenely as she lay there, one hand actually patting her mound rapidly. Nick couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, nor could he suddenly believe it when he felt Darlene’s hands suddenly coming around grasping his cock.

“You’re hard as hell!” she said unnecessarily, now stroking him softly, slowly while he continued watching their neighbor. “You’re going to owe me BIG time for this one you know,” she informed him with a small giggle, now milking his prick until capturing a small drop of lubrication that oozed from the tip which she now used to further stimulate him with.

“Anything you want…” Nick barely managed to say. The feel of his wife’s hands playing with him, all the while watching as Carol continued to lay there hand-slapping her own pussy was beyond anything he could ever hope to imagine.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Nick said shakily.

“What’s she doing now?”

“She’s still…no, wait! Damn!” He exclaimed excitedly. “She’s got a fucking vibrator!”

“Now this I’ve gotta see!” Darlene said stepping around him taking the binoculars away almost forcibly.

And then to Nick’s surprise, Darlene reached up with one hand and began caressing her breast. “Ok, this is making me pretty horny too!” she admitted. Nick was grinning from ear to ear though she couldn’t see him. Stepping up behind his wife, he replaced her hand with both of his, now caressing her smooth breasts, lifting the top she was wearing up and over them, undoing the catch on her brassier. His cock hard as it had ever been, now pressing against her still covered ass in wanton expectation.

“Fuck me!” she said.

Nick laughed. “That’s what I said,” he informed her.

“No, I mean it. Fuck me…now Nick, now!”

Unable to believe his good fortune, Nick unbuttoned his wife’s shorts slipping them down her legs along with her panties, which she helped by stepping out of. Once he had, he took the few seconds it took to remove his own shorts, once again coming up from behind his wife.

“Put it in!” she demanded. “Hurry!” He did.

“Damn!” he moaned pleasurably. Darlene was wet. Really wet. Sopping wet! His cock slid in and out of her pussy effortlessly, delirious with the thrill of fucking her from behind, as they stood there nearly falling out of their own bedroom window. Darlene handed the binoculars back to him.

“Here, now see what she’s doing.”

Darlene leaned even further forward, her hands now resting on the window seal for support. In doing this, she provided the means for Nick to remain inside her, happily fucking away, all the while staring at their naughty little neighbor through the ‘nocks’ as he called them. Below, Carol had rolled over onto her front, though now kneeling on all fours, reaching behind herself as she inserted the long thick vibrating toy, fucking herself with it as though being fucked doggy-style from behind.

“Good god!” Nick moaned. “I can’t fucking believe she’s actually doing this!” he stated.

“I can’t fucking believe that we are either!” his wife reminded him.

Nick tossed the binoculars he’d been looking through onto the bed. Picking his wife up, still impaled on his hard erect cock, he walked them over towards the bed, placing her down on it, still deeply inside. “Well believe this,” he told her. “Because I’m about to fuck you silly!”

#

They’d had plans to get together the next day for a barbeque and a swim. Having now seen Carol in an altogether different light, Nick wasn’t exactly sure how he’d react around her. Though he knew he’d be secretly grinning and imagining her as she’d masturbated, the entire evening. After their fast and furious lovemaking session, Nick still thought Darlene would wish to discuss it further, but she didn’t. Not wanting to push it, since he’d gotten off damn lucky, Nick decided not to even mention it again. More importantly, he was still hoping that Darlene had been kidding about telling Carol about it, as he wasn’t sure he’d be able to look her directly in the face if she ever found out.

The barbeque went just as any other had done that they’d shared and enjoyed together. Small talk, a few laughs, and even the occasional flirting, though Nick had to admit, doing that with Carol had suddenly heightened his aroused awareness of her. When it had finally gotten dark, they’d decided to head outside for a dip in the pool. Nick quickly joined Greg as they sat dangling their feet in the water waiting for the girls to emerge. Minutes later they did. Carol was wearing the same bikini she’d had on the day before, though only briefly. Nick quickly jumped into the water as he felt the first stirrings of excitement, triggered by the damn suit she was wearing!

As they also usually did, they bobbed up and down in the water together still talking, sometimes splashing water back and forth. It was also a near moonless night, so it was reasonably dark as well. Darlene was her usually frisky self, which was one of the things Nick truly loved about her. He felt Darlene grope him beneath the water several times, and he had of course done the same thing back to her as well. No doubt, Greg and Carol had been playing their own similar games as he’d heard her squeal in laughter several times, then swimming out of reach of her husband. It was during one of these, that Greg suddenly held up Carol’s bikini top waving it around his head in an effort to keep it away from his wife.

“Nick! Here! Catch!”

In the next instant, Nick found himself holding onto Carol’s top as she began swimming towards him yelling over to Darlene for help.

Darlene began making her way towards him then, so he tossed the top back over towards Greg, watching as Carol abruptly changed directions heading back towards her husband. Darlene however continued moving towards him as though to hover close enough nearby to keep Greg from tossing Carol’s top back over to him.

Greg didn’t. Seeing that particular avenue now blocked, he flung her bikini top out of the pool altogether. “You want it? Now you have to get it,” her husband challenged. Carol was cursing him, but in a playful way.

“Fine! You boys want to see tits, I’ll show you tits!” she said, then pulled herself out of the water, sitting down along the side with no intention of retrieving her top. “Come on Darlene, come sit by me. We’ll torture them by letting them look…but no touching, and then see how they feel not being able to come OUT of the water!” she laughed.

Nick was surprised when Darlene giggled, immediately undoing the clasp in front of her own suit, tossing her top as well. She quickly joined Carol on the side of the pool as they now sat together side by side, topless.

Greg made his way over towards Nick. “Damn! Isn’t this great?” he asked. “I’ve always wondered if Carol would ever be gutsy enough to do something like that!”

“Oh if you only knew,” Nick thought quietly. “Yeah…pretty wild,” he answered instead.

In time they rejoined the girls who’d eventually gone back inside to change. All in all, even with Carol and Darlene flashing tit, the evening had ended in a bit of a let down. The way it had started out, Nick had actually found himself hoping for just a little bit more than that.

Soon after they called it a night. Nick finished locking up the house, turning off the lights. Making his way upstairs, he was surprised when he entered the bedroom and found Darlene lying in the middle of the bed playing with herself.

“Horny?” she asked. “Cause I sure as hell am!”

“I can see that,” Nick said grinning, thinking the night wasn’t going to be a total loss after all.

A cool night breeze blew into the room, but it was obvious to him that Darlene’s hard erect nipples had nothing to do with being cold. He reached for the light switch.

“Leave it on,” Darlene purred. “I want to see you tonight.”

Nick quickly stripped off his clothing, surprised that Darlene continued to lie there playing with herself so unabashedly. She didn’t do things like that very often. As he finished undressing, he prepared to crawl into bed with his wife.

“No…stay like that for a minute,” she asked him. “In fact, what I’d like you to do is play with yourself for me while I watch. It’s been a while.”

Truth was, it had been. And it had been a long time since he’d seen Darlene play with herself, something he loved seeing, all too infrequently.

“Oh yeah, stroke it for me baby, slap it around a little while I watch,” she cooed slipping a finger inside herself as Nick stood there watching her.

Nick was really starting to get into it now. He frequently jerked off, even though he and Darlene had a reasonably active sex-life. So he enjoyed it, especially watching her while she did. “Damn honey…you look fucking good doing that!”

“So do you baby,” she giggled. “Do that twisty thing you do for me,” she asked him. “I love seeing you do that.”

He knew what she meant, reversing his hand into a backward stroke, rather than a normal fisting stroke, he twisted, releasing his prick before grabbing it again, twisting, stroking, releasing. Twisting, stroking, releasing.

“Oh fuck perfect!” Darlene moaned, now patting her own mound playfully, one hand gingerly rubbing her nipple. “Now slap it baby! Spank that monkey!” she almost begged.

Nick was delighted to see Darlene getting this animated. Not that she was normally inhibited, just usually far more reserved. To see her getting this excited, using vulgar obscene words was really rare, and usually meant she was extremely horny. So there was no doubt in Nick’s mind, this night was just barely getting started!

As she’d asked, he stood there at the foot of the bed gazing down towards his wife, slapping his prick as he sometimes did when he was in the mood for a little pain-pleasure while jerking off. Darlene seemed mesmerized as he did, slowing her own masturbatory techniques, enthralled with watching him as he continued to stand there pummeling his cock back and forth with the palm of his hands.

“Baby?”

“Yeah honey,” Nick questioned.

“Do me one more tiny little favor?” she asked.

“Sure…name it.”

“Would you mind going over to the window now?” she asked.

“Oh sure,” he said realizing she must be getting cold, though for himself, the night breeze actually felt good. He crossed to the window reaching up to close it.

“No! Don’t close it!” she told him.

Nick turned to look at her curiously. “Then what is it you want me to do?” he asked.

“Turn around, smile and wave,” she stated.

Suddenly Nick knew. He spun back towards the window just as the lights from across the way came on. There stood Carol and Greg in their window looking his way, Carol with a pair of binoculars up to her eyes. She waved. Nick had no choice but to stand there with his erection still sticking out a mile long, and wave back.

“I should have figured,” he said turning back around towards his wife. He wasn’t mad, it was after all a pretty good “fairs-fair” he’d just had pulled on him. “So you told her anyway,” he said.

Darlene giggled. “Honey, you KNOW Carol and I don’t keep secrets from one another. You should have known better than that!”

“But you’re just as guilty!” he said suddenly feeling like he had an honest point to make. “You enjoyed watching her too!”

“You’re right,” she said finally standing up out of bed. “Which is why…” she left off as she made her way towards him.

“Which is why what?” he pressed.

Darlene made her way over to the window now standing in front of it beside him. “Fuck me!” she told him.

“What?”

“You heard me…fuck me. Right here…right now!”

The though of doing that made Nick’s blood boil, and his cock suddenly grow three sizes. “Really? You want me to fuck you in front of the window while they watch?”

“Ah huh,” was all she said as she turned sideways, leaning over presenting Greg and Carol with what had to be a very interesting side view.

“Fuck!” Nick said, all thoughts of their friends suddenly washed from his mind as he held on to his wife’s “broad” ass, cupping her firm cheeks, feeling the head of his dick knocking against the wet velvety softness of her opening. He slid inside, groaning as she did, now fucking her, slowly at first, loving the sensation, as well as the realization they were now doing so in front of their friends.

His tongue was deep in my mouth, a bit clumsily, but nice; the eagerness he was feeling made him seem rambunctious rather than like a perfect lover. But I enjoyed the rambunctious-ness because it was me causing his excitement. My body was making him hot!

We came up for a breath of air, but he clung to my breasts. I planted little kisses on his lips before I spoke.

“I thought I noticed you looking down my dress sometimes over the years.” I giggled.

“Yes, and more.” he said smugly.

“MORE?” I grasped his hands and leaned back.

“More!”

“What do you mean?”

“Well … …. I hope I can tell you this … without, well, you know. Once when I was about fourteen, you were looking for a place to change into your swimsuit. You came into the basement storeroom?”

“Yes … ”

“Well, you didn’t see me but I was up on the top bunk of an old bed in the back of the room.”

“Ohmigod, you weren’t! I could have been put in jail for corrupting you. And you little sneak; you just laid there watching me?”

“Yeah! It was heaven!”

“And you saw?”

“Everything!”

I squealed in pretended shock. “I should spank you!” I laughed.

“I’ve been jerking off thinking of you ever since!”

I punched him lightly. “Stop! It’s not fair! I haven’t seen any of you!”

He thought about that a moment. “All the more reason to go skinny-dipping!”

“I can’t do that!” I giggled. “My hair will get wet. All these clothes …”

“Last one in!” he muttered, and opened the door, flooding me with light.

He walked to the grassy bank of the river and I followed him, my heels sinking into the dirt until I reached the grass.

He stood in the bright moonlight in a brilliant white T-shirt and jockey shorts jutting out with his dick.

“I really can’t!” I protested. “My husband will know!”

I walked up to him and let him fold me into his arms. We continued the soul kissing and I pressed my tummy against the firm projection under his shorts.

“I should be home … but this is such fun!”

I rubbed my hand across his broad firm back and then up his front to squeeze and fondle his nipples and the glorious muscles across his chest. Teddy fondled my breasts just as I was fondling his. My panties were drenched and he was making it even worse. His dick rolled against my mound. He lifted my skirt and his cock probed against me through the silky layer of my slip. Lightning rods of pleasure rocketed through me as I felt his fingers pulling my slip out of the way and then there was only the soft cotton of his jockey shorts between his hot dick and my curly triangle of dark hair. I closed my eyes in pleasure and he moaned into my ear.

I found a tiny hole in his t-shirt and slipped my nail into it. Like a tiger, I ripped a larger hole and pressed my breasts against his bare chess. We clung to each other and wriggled. Urgently, I unclasped the front closure of my bra and felt it snap apart. I sighed long and hard as the pleasure of his hairy chest against my nipples. I tore the hole larger still and then stepped back to snatch it completely off his body. We were laughing uncontrollably and I finally had him completely nude on top. We rushed back together, fondling each other hard with our bodies. My breasts rolled back and forth against his nipples and his dick felt huge against me.

He rolled my nipples between his fingers a little too hard and I winced with pain.

“Sorry!” He said quickly. “I can’t help it. They make me crazy!”

“It’s OK, don’t worry.” I said. “Do it more. I like it.”

He bent to take my left nipple in his mouth while his other hand brushed the cup of my bra aside and cupped me, squeezing and touching and soothing the other breast. I was standing on tip toe and pressing close.

Slowly, I felt for the waistband of his underwear and slipped my long fingers under the elastic in the back first. Tickling a line across the crease of his ass, I teased with a light touch until he sighed heavily and pulled me close against my breasts.

While he moaned quietly, I ran a finger up and down along the crack, feeling the texture of the taut youthful muscles. I pressed into the crease, gently exploring, fondling, slipping along against the smooth valley. I felt the roughness first and circled just at the edge of his anus, toying with it, temptingly close. Finally, I pressed the fleshy pad of my middle finger over his anus and felt him tremble against me.

“Do you like that?”

“Uh, yes,” he gasped. I rubbed a little more and then grasped his cock and balls with the other. The jockey shorts felt deliciously masculine and his balls and cock filled my hand. I squeezed and listened to the sharp intake of excitement escape from tight lips as he squeezed my breasts very hard. I shrugged my breasts in his hands and nibbled his nipple for a moment then bit sharply as I grasped his cock a little harder.

“Ouch!” he said sharply. “Shit!”

“Shall I stop?”

“… (gulp) no!?”

I knelt in front of him, kissing a trail down the center of his body. I tongued his bellybutton with lingering licks, then pressed my cheek against the line of hair running down his centerline until I found the band of his underwear. I could smell his manliness. I could smell the precum. The precum making his cock head sticky and slippery and ready for me. I inhaled his scent deeply and nuzzled the snug outline of balls and cock. I kissed from his left ball all along the shaft jutting up against his belly and found the blunt helmet, sticky and moist. A kiss brought another gasp from my young and beautiful stud. I caressed down the crisp curly hair of his massive thighs and put my tongue against the split end of the helmet.

“Ohhhh, Ellen!”

It felt lovely and slightly naughty running the tip of my tongue up and down the slit peeking above the elastic band. It was beautiful in the moonlight, alone by the babbling stream at our feet. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. I smiled and exposed the head of his dick by pulling his pants down a couple inches. Slowly, I pulled them lower and reached inside to cup his balls.

“Ohhh, god!”

“You’re so big!” I blurted out. “And, so pretty!” I said. His dick looked full and tense and important. It curved upward slightly and the head was sharply defined by the groove behind it. It looked deep and purposeful, though I didn’t know what the purpose of the deep groove could be. I loved the way it looked, crisp and hard. He was so hard that it looked like one of those balloons for making balloon animals. But at the same time it looked smooth as a polished piece of ivory.

The head was dark in the moonlight, dark and menacing. It swayed before me beckoning me to do something nice for it — or else! I knelt back and looked at it, still holding his balls in both my hands.

“Oh, take it.” His voice was taut.

I pressed my lips against the head and slowly, slowly let it slide between my lips and sucked my lips down around the groove.

Teddy nearly screamed when he felt my mouth so wet around the head of his lovely cock.

“Careful … I’ll cum!” he said sharply, sounding like he was holding on for dear life.

I stopped moving my tongue around it and just held him, rolling my eyes up to look into his.

“Oh, my god, … so good! Oh, please, …. please let me put it in!”

He pulled me up to my feet and I smiled into his eyes. Our tongues played together again and I heard him groan as he sucked on mine.

His hands pulled up my dress and his hands slipped into my panties for the first time. I urged my mound against him and felt the hot joy of his cock head against me.

I squealed as he lifted me off the ground, then wrapped my legs around his waist for support. Our kiss continued. and I felt him begin walking. The moist panel of my panties was pressed against the jutting cock head. It felt warm and firm and it was tempting.

“Maybe we shouldn’t!” I murmured while kissing pecking kisses over his lips and cheeks and clutching his head with my arms. He continued walking.

“What if someone comes?” I continued.

“It’s going to be me.” he said.

“I mean someone else,” I giggled. “Someone who catches us?”

But he wasn’t listening. He put my bottom on the hood of the car and pressed his cock into the soft folds of my vulva through my panties. We continued rutting against each other, still sucking on each other’s mouths and our sex madly rubbing against each other. His cock felt just as big as it had looked.

I was full of sensations. My breasts were jutting against the smooth muscularity of his chest. I was so wet … I couldn’t imagine ever being so wet between my legs. I felt vulnerable and softly open.

He reached between us and pressed a finger under my panties and into my vagina in one quick motion. I started slightly and gasped into his mouth.

‘You like that; you like me finger-fucking you, Ellen? You like me fucking you?” His adolescent swagger was in the harsh words, but his voice was between a cry and a tender tone.

I clung to his neck and nodded as one finger became two.

“Tell me, bitch. …. I mean, tell me, Ellen.”

“Finger-fuck me, honey. Yes, finger-fuck me! Feel what I am like, feel what my vagina is like inside. Touch me inside.” I murmured. The fingers moved, slipping against each other, parting the folds of my vagina and I pressed against his hand.

“I have to fuck you. Let me put it in!” he pleaded.

I clung to him but he forced me back onto the hood of the car and I looked up at the starry heavens for a moment. But I wouldn’t let go of his neck and he stood up again with my body still clasped around him.

“I have to …. …. have to … I want you!”

I felt his hard cock along the crease between my legs and scooted forward so that he could press between my legs.

He pulled my panties aside again and jammed his dick against the engorged lips of my vulva. The big head pressed against the wrong place and I said sharply into his ear, “Wait! Not there!” And then, another thought shot to the front of my mind.

“Wait, wait, you can’t put it in. You don’t have a rubber on!” Even through the warm alcoholic haze, I thought of that.

He rubbed hard against me making fucking motions between my legs, his cock rubbing along the length of my vulva, the lips forming a soft crease for him. The car rocked with our fucking motion.

“Have to! … “he cried into my ear. It felt nice and I hung on while he dry-humped my soft crease. My panties slipped aside so that the elastic was centered and one lip could feel his velvet skin and the other felt his cock through wet nylon.

I nibbled his ear and whispered over and over, “Cum, honey, cum, cum!” All too quickly he spurted between us. It was the powerful spurt of youthful excitement and some of it splashed warmly against my breast. I leaned back and tried to angle my pelvis so he could feel all of me. I humped back against his wild thrusting motions.

He stopped moving … all too soon for me, but I felt such tenderness for him that it didn’t mind being left hanging.

I cuddled him close and he tucked his head deep into my neck, kissing me slowly, no longer the eager kisses of a rampant satyr, but the nuzzling kisses of a completely satisfied male. He pressed me back onto the hood and I lay staring up at the beautiful moon, low over the trees as he moaned happily and pressed his cheek against my mound. He moved against my panties, kissing and nuzzling and sliding his hands under my bottom.

“I need a swim! Are you coming?” he said, then kissed me one more time through my panties and stood up. He left me there unsatisfied under the stars. I smiled to myself, pleased that he found me exciting. The lingering thrill of his cum was still warm on my skin. I caused it! The excitement, the buildup of all that pressure and hot thick cum; then the feel of soft folds of my vulva had made it shoot up his long cock and splash against the under curve of my breast and then dribble into a stain on my dress.

The tension of arousal remained as a dull ache just above my mound and I rubbed my panties there with the palm of my hand and curled my fingers between my legs. I felt happy in spite of the ache.

I heard the splash as he ran into the water, then his call back to me.

“The water’s great, Ellen. Come on in. You can keep something on if you want. Remember I saw it all ten years ago!” He laughed loudly.

“Brat!” I answered, swinging my legs down off the hood. I found the stadium blanket in the back seat and slipped it around my shoulders. My purse lay on the seat and just as I was about to close the door, I rummaged a moment and took out the little package.

KEN:

Watching them, I felt close to throwing up. I had stayed too long already and seen too much to ever forget. He had shot his load and was all done. I realized they would soon be back in the car and driving away and I decided to beat a hasty retreat. As I looked around for the best way to creep away to my car, I saw Teddy stand up, pull up the white jockey shorts and stand before her rubbing his package with satisfaction.

Ellen lay across the hood of the car, her white slip and her underwear gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight.

“What time is it?” she said.

I couldn’t help looking for my watch. 1:15 AM.

After moving through the bushes as quietly as possible. I ran down the road to my car. I wanted to be back at home before she arrived.

My tortured mind brought the images of moonlight lovemaking. It seemed my hands were tied. My own affair more than a year ago now made it difficult or impossible for me to take issue with Ellen. She had, at the very most evened the score between us.

I practiced the speech I would give to her young stallion. I would certainly be able to put a scare into him with the details of this evening’s activity. The son of a close friend or not, I thought I could make this a one time affair.

Tossing the keys onto the counter, I opened the refrigerator for ice cubes and poured a long drink of Scotch. I took a long drink of it and pondered where I wanted to be when she arrived. I imagined how disheveled and stained her clothes would be as she crept guiltily into the family room from the garage. I turned out the lights and drank the tall drink.

A half hour became forty-five minutes and worry crept back into my mind.

ELLEN:

I closed the car door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and the interior light blinked out, leaving me in the moonlight with the sound of Teddy’s splashing. It worried me that he was in the river, still with the alcohol affecting him.

In the distance, a car started up, but it sounded quite a way off. I listened a moment but didn’t hear anything approaching. We seemed to be completely alone.

“Teddy! Come out!” I half shouted.

“Ellen you come in!” he laughed a happy drunk’s laugh. But, he soon appeared out of the deep and waded toward me, his hard cock still bobbing in front of him.

He came up dripping wet and threatened to hug me.

“You’ll have to air dry,” I giggled. “I didn’t know I would need beach towels.”

“Can I have your slip?”

“I suppose, if you want. It won’t be much of a towel, though.”

“Can I have your panties?” he smirked, demonstrating a little drunken adolescence was present.

“You are soooo naughty!” I laughed as I hugged him in spite of the damp skin, then offered the blanket.

“We might need that!” he taunted me. I nudged his ribs and we giggled together.

“I brought something.” he said, walking toward the car.

He was soon back carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and four cans of beer in the plastic holder of a six pack.

“Denny thought we might need this!” He popped the top of a beer and put the others down. The wine bottle was three quarters full and Denny had been thoughtful enough to put a red plastic cup on it for me.

“That was sweet of Denny! But, do you think we need more?”

He swayed slightly. “Can’t hurt.” He poured my wine and touched his can against my cup. “Here’s to …. my wonderful Aunt Ellen! Who stuck by me through thick and thin, and now….. ”

I looked up in anticipation of how he would end that sentence.

“And now … a wonderful ….. ” he kissed me and his tongue felt gentle as it sought entry between my lips. I opened my lips and moved my lips over the tip of his tongue.

“You’re not going to say wonderful piece of ____ ….”

He giggled drunkenly and blurted, “That too!” and choked with laughter.

I jabbed his ribs and he calmed down and hugged me close.

“Getting late,” I muttered.

“Nah!” He turned and spread the blanket, then turned and unbuttoned my dress. I didn’t protest, but let him continue slipping the buttons out of the holes until my bra was once again in view. He slipped the dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it and let him hang it on a nearby bush.

His dick had obviously recovered and was jutting out with its upward curve. He took me in his arms and let me feel the cock as it probed my panty line through the slip. He fondled my bottom and I snuggled against it, moving a little so that his helmet explored me. It tickled when he slid his hands under both my slip and panties and played lightly across the crease of my bottom. The tingling began all over again. With the dull ache above my mound from not cumming, it wasn’t quite the same, but I trembled all the same.

“Cold?” he asked.

“No.” I paused a long moment. “No, it feels nice. I like you doing that. Touching me like that.”

“Like what?”

I grinned up at him. “Smart alec. It feels nice when you tickle my ass, then! If I must say it!”

“Oh!” he giggled into my ear and continued playing in my panties while I pressed against his lovely cock.

We stood like that for minutes, sucking each other’s tongues, kissing, fondling. I had my hands lightly on his hips, just enjoying the narrow waist full of power. And as he sighed through his nose, I began pinching his nipples again, until he moaned quietly and his cock reared higher against me.

Teddy knelt in front of me. “I just want to look.”

I smiled at him and slowly pushed my slip down over my hips and stepped out of it. I tossed it onto the bush with my dress and stood before him in panties, bra, garter belt, stockings and strappy heels. And enjoyed having him look. My nipples were jutting against the light bra and I was even more aware of the warm moisture between my legs.

“Let me watch you undress again, … Aunt Ellen.”

I opened my bra closure and my breasts burst the cups apart. I left the cups clinging slightly to the round curves of my breasts. Teddy gasped a little bit and he stared with hands slack on his thighs. As I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, I took his hand for support. and noticed that his other hand was slowly rubbing his balls and cock.

“You are beautiful, … still beautiful.” he giggled mischievously. “You never answered if I could have your panties, Ellen.”

“Not much of a towel. But, yes.

He leaned forward to kiss me on the dark thatch of my mound and I felt the thrill of a lover foraging in the under brush for my scent, his nose teasing the curly hair and his lips pouting forward to kiss me on the tip of my pubic mound. His tongue touched my crease and I shivered with pleasure, electricity racing up my body to my nipples.

We stood in the moonlight and looked at the moon, arms around each other’s waist. We stood and basked in that special pleasure of being naked together. That special feeling of freedom and intimacy of touching and then being touched only by the cool fresh air and nothing else in the world.

KEN:

I began pacing back and forth and staring out the window, watching in vain for her headlights.

“Should I call the police?”

“Had there been an accident?” My stomach knotted again. I walked outside to the edge of the road and peered in vain down toward town.