There was a knock at the door. I was brought out of reverie as the pounding intruded on my consciousness. Lost somewhere between deep thought and real life, I'm caught off balance by this disturbance; my writing interrupted, a new world put on hold.
In a daze, I opened the door, wondering idly who it might be.
There stands a man on my front step whom I do not know. My questioning gaze sweeps his presence and instantly assesses.
This man is about 25 with short, dark hair. Finely built, his athletic appearance is well framed in faded blue jeans and a nice-fitting rugby shirt. Green eyes took me in as the instant assessment was returned automatically.
Self-consciously, I run tired fingers through my tousled hair.
"Can I help you?" I ask, returning to the here and now. All thoughts of my book have flown.
"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Lawson? I understand he has a model train for sale."
"He does, but he's not at home right now."
"Damn, I knew I should have called. I came out on the off chance as I was in town on business. I live in Dallas." Disappointment showed on his face as he had come such a long way.
"Well, you're welcome to look at the train. It's in the bedroom." A slight chill went through me at the notion of being in a bedroom alone with this man.
I laughed inwardly. 'He's just a boy' I thought to myself and shook it off.
"I'd like that." He said brightly and I tried not to laugh as I took his words at their meaning but also within the context of my previous fancy.
As I led the way through the house, I felt his eyes on me. I was wearing dark, form-fitting blue jeans and a striped tee shirt. I hadn't thought to put a bra on that morning, as I wasn't expecting company. My unconfined breasts stretched the fabric and my nipples were visible just below the thin material - even more so as I realized they were hardening.
We reached the bedroom and I kept my back to him as I tried to concentrate on the model train set. My husband had stored it under the bed so I bent over and reached beneath the bed. My hand groped in the darkness until I felt the box and dragged it out.
The box was large and the stranger bent down to help me. As he was positioned slightly behind me, his arm brushed my breast as he reached past.
My heart beat a little faster and my breath caught in my throat.
I think he noticed, though he didn't say a word.
We put the box on the bed and took the lid off, "This is it." I said.
I stepped back as he proceeded to inspect the goods. I watched him, as he looked the train cars and tracks over intently, shivering as my errant thoughts wondered at his probing fingers. They were long and lean with blunt tips and well manicured nails.
He must have spoken to me. I didn't hear what he said, but he looked at me expectantly.
"I'm sorry. My thoughts were elsewhere. What did you say?" I crossed my arms to hide my firm breasts and rigid nipples. At this point, I was rather self-conscious about them.
His keen gaze took in my deliberate movement and sudden awkward composure.
The stranger smiled as if to put me at ease.
"This is a nice train set." He said, "Your husband is a good builder."
"Yes, he's very thorough and doesn't cut corners." I answered yanking my eyes from his to look at the model train.
As if sensing my discomfort, he sat on the bed and looked around the room. Playing on the nervous tension, he looked me up and down slowly, no doubt trying to ken what kind of woman I was by the decor of the room.
"So, what does your husband do?" He asked politely, still watching me intently.
"He's a mechanic." I answered, "He works on big trucks. Doesn't usually get home till about 6:00 p.m."
I have NO idea why I offered that last bit of information. I blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice in the shadowy bedroom.
The clock next to him showed 2:10 p.m. and he saw my eyes flit there and back.
"Will you be in town that late?" I asked when he didn't say anything.
"I hope so." His purring voice made my knees weak and I could hardly concentrate for the blood rushing in my ears.
"I'm very interested," he continued. Even though I told myself we were discussing the train, he never looked away from me, "I think we can both come to a pleasurable close on this deal."
I no longer had any doubts about the conversation...we were no longer discussing the model train.
He was bartering for me now.
The sudden realization that he wanted me was re-enforced by the burgeoning bulge in his jeans. He parted his legs to draw my attention and I couldn't help but look.
Now he knew, without doubt, that I noticed his erection. The fact that I wasn't fleeing the room in self-righteous disgust spoke volumes.
I licked suddenly dry lips and this turned him on more as he probably imagined said lips wrapped around his hard dick or maybe my darting tongue teasing his balls.
I must say my thoughts were in much the same direction. I wondered how big he was under those jeans; was he thick or long or both?
With all pretense lost, he beckoned me closer. At first, I froze. I knew there was reason not to do this but, at the time, I couldn't remember what it was.
Doubt clouded his eyes as, for a moment, he thought I might decline his invitation.
He opened his mouth to speak, to cry off maybe? Just then I moved. He accepted me into the circle of his arms and pulled me between his legs.
The contact was electric!
A shock went through my nervous system. His mouth was hot and wet on my breast even through my shirt. My nipples sprang to stiff nubs at his arduous attention. He couldn't get my shirt up fast enough so I helped to take it off so he could focus on my breasts.
Oh, the man was good with his mouth!
I realized, at that point, I didn't even know his name and he didn't know mine. It didn't really matter though...and this is how I wanted it. Anonymous sex with a stranger: the thought turned me on even more.
His lips continued their sweet torment of my breasts as his nimble fingers deftly removed my jeans, then he slid my panties down until they lay in a heap on the floor at my feet.
I stood before him, naked, bared to his appreciative green eyes. He sat back, drinking me in. The scrutiny made me self-conscious again.
I moved impatiently but he merely laughed and reached out to run his fingers through the nest of curls at my nexus. The tips of his fingers brushed my swollen, wet clitoris and I made a small noise at the back of my throat.
"Oh, is this what you want?" he asked, teasing. He was still fully clothed, sitting on my husband's bed, while stoking my lust and gazing at my naked body.
"Yes," I whispered, as he reached up to fondle my breast.
I knelt before him and he watched intently as began to work clumsily at the fastenings of his jeans. Damn those button fly's!
I finally released the last button and his hardened cock sprang forth, unfettered.
Oh my Goddess, he was huge! My eyes widened in wonder at the smooth, stiff member only inches from my face. The mere brush of my breath on his cock made him groan, he was so tightly wound.
This reaction belied his nonchalant attitude and I felt emboldened, empowered.
I reached out and wrapped my cool fingers around his hot cock. He lay back on the bed, his breath becoming ragged as I started to work him up and down slowly.
With my free hand, I worked his jeans down passed his knees. I spread his legs, sliding my hand from his knee to his crotch where I fondled his balls.
A bead of cum formed on the tip of his dick. It ran slowly down the side and I stopped stroking him so that I could lick the salty trail back to the tip.
He shuddered and moaned, "Oh God..."
At that point, I took him fully in my mouth. My hands pushed his shirt up as they slid up his firm stomach to his chest. I stroked his nipples with my fingertips just as I stroked his dick with my tongue.
He clenched his fingers in my hair, forcing my head down so that I could take him deeper into my mouth. I almost gagged as the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat and I swallowed convulsively which only added to his pleasure.
I sucked him slowly at first. He squirmed beneath me, silently begging for more. I slid my finger down his balls and traced the line of his asshole, probing.
There is something to be said for being an older, more experienced woman.
The tables had turned. Where his youthful body and good looks had captivated me from the start, my knowledge and years of sexual exploration took over making me more confident.
Instead of the seduced, I was the seducer, having him fully at my mercy as I continued to suck his cock faster, using my fingers in ways he'd probably never felt.
At least he knew how to accept pleasure without needing to be in control.
I had worked him almost to a frenzy, but I was determined to have my hot, wet pussy wrapped around that large, hard cock before it was all over.
I sucked him to the brink of orgasm and stopped just as he was about to shoot off in my mouth. I mourned missing the taste of his warm cum but my cunt was begging for some of that action as well.
I gave him a moment to recoup then moved to straddle him.
"Yeah, baby" he said in a pretty good imitation of Austin Powers. I giggled as I lowered myself slowly, enjoying the feel as his thick cock slid inside me.
The stranger grabbed my hips and thrust himself inside me. My pussy closed over him in spasming pleasure, stroking him tightly just as my hand had.
Our sweat-covered bodies began to move in harmonious urgency. Each thrust drove deeper inside me and brought us both closer to climax. Each caress, each kiss, sealed my doom...I could never take it back.
I was fucking a stranger in my husband's bed...the bed we had shared for fifteen years. And it was a great fuck too.
He reamed me from beneath and I rode him hard, like a cowgirl riding a wild bronco. We rocked the bed till I thought it would break...or I would. My poor thighs would feel like gelatin in the morning.
How would I explain that to my husband? I almost giggled at the thought, "Sorry dear, I was fucking some guy yesterday...I mean, really FUCKING him hard!"
Just then, the tempo changed. Too late, I felt the stranger begin to roll beneath me....
I followed his gaze and found, to my absolute horror, my husband standing there in the doorway. He was home early! I looked at the clock in disbelief...
There was murder in his eyes and he had his belt wrapped around his large hands. How long he had stood there, watching us fuck, I have no idea.
The young stranger tried to get up but I was frozen with fear, unable to move, and so we stayed there, he lying beneath me with his quickly shriveling erection still inside me.
