The sun was just coming up over the buildings as Sharon rounded the last corner of her morning jog. She loved this neighborhood. It was calm and serene in the early mornings, lively in the evenings and so close to the beach that you could smell the salt water from her front doorstep.
Sharon was an elegant woman. You could see that even when in her tattered and worn, tight little jogging outfit. The one that showed off her cleavage so nicely. She was the type of woman who you could tell came from money, but still spent her entire life working hard to prove herself every mans equal. The epitome of control and confidence. And even though she was higher in age than she wished to admit, she still retained her stunning beauty.
Reaching her driveway, Sharon removed the earbuds from her ears and walked inside. Elena, their maid, was waiting to greet her. She held up a small towel which Sharon took and began wiping her face with.
"Thank you, Elena".
She eyed the far younger girl up and down. The traditional maids outfit that Sharon's husband had gotten for her to wear came up high on her legs, showing off her youthful, smooth latin skin. The white apron came around her waist tight, accentuating the girl's curves.
Elena nodded courteously and disappeared into the den. Sharon walked down the hall, into the kitchen. Throwing the towel down over a chair she reached into the fridge and poured herself a large glass of juice just as her husband came down the stairs.
He was obviously running late for work, as usual. His tie was wrapped lose around his neck as he attempted to button the top few buttons of his dress shirt.
"Morning honey", he said mechanically. Even when he leaned in and kissed her swiftly on the forehead it seemed like he barely noticed that she was there.
"Have to go, running late. I'll call you later." He took off down the hallway toward the front door. Sharon simply shook her head, completely used to the cold air that had formed between them.
A moment passed and she heard her husband yell, "Elena! Where's my briefcase?!"
Elena's soft voice rose up from the Den. "Here it is Mr. Steele."
Silence. A second later Elena's muffled giggles echoed down the hall. Sharon set her glass into the sink. She wondered if he was stupid enough to think that she couldn't hear him groping the young girl's ass from around the corner, or if he just didn't care anymore if she did.
The front door opened and shut. From outside Sharon heard the car screeching off down the road. Letting out a deep sigh, she picked up the towel once more and went up stairs to take a shower.
It had been a long, long time since her husband had touched her in that way. That lustful, spontaneous passion that demanded to be fulfilled immediately, regardless of the place. She leaned against the shower wall and closed her eyes. The hot, soothing water trickled across her bare, naked skin as she reminisced of his hands on her body. The nights they would be at their favorite restaurant and become so intoxicated by just the looks they would give each other and the simple feeling of his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress.
Sharon's own fingers moved down between her legs and began rubbing her clit hungrily. She remembered leaving the restaurant and not even being able to make it to the car before their hands were all over each others bodies. The back ally they found nearby where he threw her against the brick wall like an animal. His hands sweeping across her hips and underneath her ass, gripping tightly and lifting her up off of her feet. Biting her neck, kissing, licking and the feeling of his mouth against hers. She could still taste the champagne on his lips that they always drank too much of on those nights.
Her legs began to weaken as she worked her clit harder. The thought of him slipping her dress up around her hips and her hands on his belt frantically trying to free him from his pants. Their mouths never stopping for a second as they devoured each others lips greedily.
Unzipping his pants, she reached inside and grabbed hold of his now rock hard cock, letting out a long, low moan of approval. She bit his lower lip hard and pulled his cock towards her dripping thighs. He growled in pain and ecstasy and pushed her harder against the wall, spreading her thighs apart and thrusting himself deep inside of her.
Sharon's mouth gapped open wide as she let out an animalistic cry of pleasure. Just down the ally, along the bustling sidewalk people moved around with their shopping bags and purses, certainly within ear-shot. But they didn't care. Too drunken with desire to stop their bodies from their task.
Her pussy dripped around his cock as he thrust again and again inside of her. She grabbed his face and stared deep into his eyes. Fire burned inside of them and were reflected in hers. She could tell that he was close. His breathing became labored as his hips worked faster. Sharon bucked her hips wildly against him, forcing his release. She loved pleasing him. Loved the look on his face as he came inside of her cunt. And she wanted it again. She wanted it now.
Pulling his face to hers she growled, "Fuck me like you mean it".
He didn't need any more incentive. Thrusting deep and hard inside of her, he quickened his pace. Sharon screamed aloud, arching her head back against the wall. Her legs clamping tighter around his waist, keeping him inside of her as her body began to shake and quiver. His muscles tensed, hard as rock as he gave his final push against her, releasing with a loud animalistic cry.
Sharon's orgasm exploded from deep within her, forcing it's way out of every inch of her body. Her scream echoed loudly down the alleyway. He covered her mouth with his hand, pushing down hard as he finished.
