(This story came out of nowhere and is not typical of my stories. Nevertheless, as it wrote itself in my head as I showered. As I filled in details, I came to embrace it and like it more. I hope you will, too!)
I hadn't intended to go to sleep. The comfortable bed and quiet and my strangely erotic daydreams about Cody, my fiancé, and me must have lulled me to sleep. I say "strangely erotic" because my mind has never traveled down that path before, but Cody and I were getting married in a few weeks, and I was more than a little concerned about what all that might entail and involve. I was emotionally and mentally unprepared to be naked with him or to be sexual at all. I had been strictly raised as "a good girl," and I still held onto all that--or maybe it held on to me, like an anchor!
I think I wasn't really sleeping, but must have been semi-dozing, because I suddenly snapped wide-awake, believing I'd heard a loud shriek. Now, I heard nothing.
It took a minute to orient myself. I was lying in an upstairs guest room bed at Cody's aunt and uncle's house. Sally and Bob had welcomed me warmly and seemed very nice. Cody and I were visiting for the week, and tonight was only our second night here.
Bob and Sally lived way back in the boonies about 20 miles from the pavement, and another 40 miles on the pavement to "town," which was hardly more than a church, a tiny school, a basic grocery store, a small hardware store, an auto mechanic's shop, a large, barnlike farm supply store, a beauty shop, a small, very basic, minimalist department store, and maybe 40 houses. Most people lived out in the country areas, spread over a wide, remote landscape--"out in the sticks," as my urban friends would say.
I said it was only "our" second night. To be accurate, it was MY second night. Tonight, Cody and his cousin had gone to the nearest large city (5 hours away) to eat and drink with old friends and "party"--kind of a bachelor party, low-key and tame by modern standards.
We had met in Memphis, and would live there after we were married. That's where the jobs were, but neither of us was from there. Cody was from another small town in this remote area of New Mexico, and I was from a closed, sanctimonious little berg near Waco, Texas.
Because there was going to be much drinking and a very late night, and because they had many wedding-related chores to attend to the day after, Cody would not going to be back until late the following night.
I knew from the start that I would be alone for a time, but I was tired from the previous week and the trip, and the quiet and peace really sinks into your bones out here, so I had welcomed the alone time and enjoyed the time just relaxing.
But that vaguely remembered shrieking sound rendered me uneasy and unsettled. But silence and crickets reigned now. Wait! There it was again, followed by a sort of rhythmic moaning. Was someone hurt? Were they crying? Raised in a small Texas town meant my instincts were to check it out and help if I could. I think it's a DNA thing.
Maybe if I had not been dozing, maybe if I had not been so tired, maybe if I were not so disoriented, maybe if I was not so naïve, I might have reacted differently. But alone in a strange place with strangers can present odd thoughts and reactions. I have no better explanation.
I got up. I had not undressed, so I crept barefoot down the hall in the direction of the sound. At Bob and Sally's bedroom, I knew it was emanating from there. A quick, sharp shriek punctuated the semi-darkness, and I instinctively stepped into the room, concerned that Bob or Sally was in distress.
My eyes had adjusted to the dim light by that time. Now, I
saw Sally, totally naked, large breasts bouncing up and down, riding Bob, who was lying on his back, also totally naked. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for intruding!" I gasped, mortified, starting to back out, yet at the same time transfixed at the sight before me. I had grown up in a sheltered, regimented, protected home and world. I had never seen or even heard another couple having sex. I was a virgin, raised in a puritanical household and town. I was wholly unprepared for it.
"No, wait, Grace! Come on in -- Stay," Sally calmly invited me. To Bob, she moaned, "OK, Baby; I gotta go get it!" Bob just grunted as he started slamming up into her. She was gyrating and rocking to and fro, circling her hips, and bouncing up and down. And then she groaned loudly, let out a short shout, then hissed, "Oh my God! Yes! Yes! YES!! Ohhhh! Go, Babe! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Bob had been slamming her hard and fast, but somehow he increased his tempo and intensity. Sally still made sounds, but now she was speaking in the tongue of a woman whose pleasure has transported her beyond that bedroom, beyond known language, maybe beyond the planet--a language I did not yet know, caused by an activity I had not yet attempted and knew little about.
My upbringing and training told me I should have quietly gone when I first saw what was happening, and that I should be ashamed for staying, and especially for watching. But something much stronger, and much more, incredibly more, visceral and primal, hardwired into me, I guess, easily overcame my upbringing and training and kept me rooted to the spot and watching intently. I felt the electromagnetic pull of it in my body. I couldn't close my eyes, walk away, or tear my gaze away from them. I was entranced and enthralled.
Strangely, no twinge of guilt or shame touched me. Perhaps it was their lack of guilt or shame or modesty. Perhaps I was only now discovering my own very strong and previously untapped prurient interests.
As I pondered my unexpected reactions, Sally roused up, kissed Bob passionately, and laughed, telling him, "You're the best, Babe! There couldn't be anybody better!"
"You inspire me!" he gasped, still recovering. "You were amazing to watch, and you felt even better!" Sally slid off of him, revealing his still-hard penis that must have topped 7 inches. (I had worked much with fabric, and could closely and accurately estimate lengths and widths by "eyeballing" them). I amazed myself realizing I was sizing up his most private part.
I was entirely focused now. 'Is that what I can expect with Cody?' I wondered to myself, a little abashed and even more intimidated, but curious and intrigued--and feeling very hot.
Sally leaned on one elbow, her large, middle-aged, but still-lovely breasts continuing to rise and fall dramatically as she tried to recover her breath. To me in that moment, she looked like a classic painting, a fulsome woman caught in her nakedness and confident that she was beautiful and loved and desired painted by a master who she knew found her beautiful. Sexuality radiated from her.
"Grace," she said, "He has a very nice cock, um... penis, doesn't he?" I may have nodded, but nothing in my life up to then had prepared me to compliment or comment on a man's penis, so I didn't speak. I guess it's biological, but although his erect "cock" (a new word for me then, a word I found I kind of liked!) was primal, even harsh and intimidating looking, I was drawn to look at it and to judge its power--and to feel physiological changes to my body from doing so. And I was intrigued by what his use of it did to bring Sally such pleasure.
