Icing Over the Traces

KICKING OVER THE TRACES

Tom heard the floorboards creak and knew it could only be Karen walking past his bedroom door. She was a restless sleeper and to be woken by her moving around was nothing new.

It had been that way for the two nights that she had spent in the house. Her stay was prompted by his wife, Julie, suddenly being taken ill and having to go into hospital for an operation. This turn of events had left him with a problem; how was he to juggle the demands of his work and also care for Becky, their three-year-old daughter?

"The answer's simple enough, I'll ask my mother to stay here and look after Becky...to look after the two of you," Julie had soon suggested in her assertive voice that she kept for moments like this, telling him what she had decided upon. "She's widowed and often feels alone, so it will be a good change and take her mind off things."

"I guess you're right."

He had not let on that he would welcome the woman's company and had listened in and heard them talking excitedly on the telephone as the arrangements were soon made. As the days passed he was able to go to work and know that Becky would be doted upon and he would not have to be unduly worried.

What did concern him, before Karen had driven onto the driveway and he had heard Becky's excited cries, was how he would get through the days and nights knowing that Karen was in the house and what she would make of tending to him also. He had met the stilled look of her eyes on him and seen the hint of a smile on her lips as he had approvingly taken in what she had chosen to wear. The work he had done in helping her through after Derek's loss had blunted the edges of what had once been their relationship.

He got out of bed and soon tugged on a pair of lounge pants that lay on the floor. He slept naked most nights, just as Julie was given to do, but having Karen in the house had changed familiar habits.

"I'll go, Karen!" he called out to her.

The bedroom door was opened, the brilliance of the night light that he had checked before coming to bed, revealing how her silhouette could not be fully concealed from his view, her nightdress shaping her. He felt a surge of longing for the lovely woman with her smooth skin and very attractive face; a woman of some sixty years old who was not overweight and still possessed an hourglass figure, the fullness of which was not to be concealed by her nightgown.

As Karen wore nothing underneath, he could not help but stare at her firm breasts and dark nipples that were shaped by an undoubtedly provocative garment. Her slender feet with their painted toenails poked out from under the swaying hem.

He was mesmerised by the sight and sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"I got up because I wasn't sure if you'd heard her crying." Karen paused, disconcerted by his admiring gaze. "Tom?"

Even in the poor light, she could not mistake his approving look upon her. Tom's and Julie's house was modern, not as cold as hers was, and she had decided to take with her a choice of nightwear, just in case it was too hot to sleep comfortably. She now realized that the lace trim to the neckline and shoulder straps, the flower also in lace and that stretched down over the bodice, only made him look at her intently, perhaps for a moment too long.

"I'll go to her." He said it in a voice that suggested she had woken him from a dream.

"I'll be with you, just in case," she answered, softly, and followed him as he stepped over the carpet and pushed on the partially closed door of Becky's room.

She had always kept her feelings for him under control, dismayed, as she often felt, that she appeared attractive to the young man who had swept her daughter, Julie, off her feet some five years ago, and their married life soon becoming so much more following the birth of Becky.

"Darling, it's Daddy," he cooed.

Karen bumped against him, one hand brushing his skin as she sought to stop from pushing him against the door. "Sorry..."

"Your hand's warm," he blurted out, disconcerted by her touch to his shoulder.

"Your skin's cool," she confessed, instantly, as Tom moved away but not before he had instinctively reached back and touched her hip. What a riot of emotions now flared up inside her following the lightest of caresses to his bare skin and his response to her.

Good intentions, the denial of Tom pursuing his claims upon her and what she thought right and proper, would be to deny the place that he now had in her thoughts. A bond had formed between them ever since Derek's death, and Tom had undertaken the most prosaic of tasks in fixing things in her garden, around the house, even the simple task of washing her car, a Peugeot runabout that she had come to rely upon more and more.

And then, there was also the emotional prop that he and Julie had become when Derek had finally succumbed to the damage that excessive drinking had caused on his liver. Julie had confessed that her father had a mean, even violent streak, and Karen was relieved that her marriage had ended in the way that it had and not through divorce.

"We'll settle her together, then..."

"Yes," she whispered, "perhaps it's for the best. I may have over-excited her with all the dancing we did after supper."

"You look after her so well and it was nice to see how you two got along." He lifted Becky into his arms and rocked her to console and comfort her." Did you have a bad dream, darling?"

"Yes...yes!" she sobbed and reached out a hand to Karen. "I was with you!"

"Go on, you take her...I'll watch."

Karen's arm brushed against him and he suppressed a shiver of longing once more, the ache in his penis impossible to ignore. Her skin felt so warm and he sensed it as she reached out to take Becky out of his arms. They were sharing the moment, in something new, given the circumstances. She was helping him and willingly did so. Her actions brought to mind what Julie had told him. "She won't say it, but Karen appreciates all that you do and have done for her, even if it should have been my father who should have done those little chores for her."

He soon understood the reasons why, Karen and Derek had failed to get along as they once did. It had led him to think what else Derek would have neglected, or taken less interest in pursuing, with the woman whose gaze he would often meet as he undertook chores for her, even with Julie present and she kept Becky occupied.

Karen met his look upon them as she cradled Becky in her arms, her brown-blonde hair, in a bob cut, swaying as the child was comforted. "We'll dance during the day and when Daddy's at work. Now, go to sleep, darling...everything is safe and we are near you."

Tom, wanting something to distract him from what he felt, fiddled with the control of the child alarm. He had failed to hear it. He must have done. He felt the knot of longing for the woman before him, and on seeing the tumble of her breasts as Karen leaned forward and lay Becky down on the small bed before she drew a thin coverlet over the child.

"It looks as if she's almost asleep."

"Yes..."

She shivered on feeling his breath on her cheek as he too leaned in to cover Becky, Karen tugging on the ring that would operate the small music box and play one of many tunes that would lull Becky into deepening sleep.

They both stepped soundlessly away, Tom standing by the partially open door and looking in, Karen at his shoulder.

"We've not been here before," she murmured, brazenly touching his shoulder and then brushing her fingers over the curls of his black hair. It was rough, naturally coarse, and the hairline straight on his forehead, long at the sides and just covering the tops of his ears. Tom's square-jawed face was smooth, unwrinkled, and now bore the dark traces of his beard. He was always clean-shaven and it was something she noted about him whenever they met, which had not been so often. But now, with their circumstances changed, she could take greater pleasure from being with him, destructive as her emotions had now become.

Tom turned and, even in the poor light of the landing, he could see the look of her eyes on him, the doubt and the longing. She hesitated before offering the sliding caress of her hands to his bare chest. Then, she succumbed and clung to him.

"I...I can feel how it is for you, Tom."

"Yes, seeing you now has brought me there," He said it as his mouth brushed her lips.

"But...but should we be here and do this?"

"Yes."

His embrace felt warm and protective, so different from anything that she had often been obliged to concede to with Derek.

"No, Tom," she whispered, feebly, as his hands gripped her hips and she felt him brush against her, his erection stroking her belly before he pushed forward to let her feel his state of arousal. She clung to him as Tom pressed his lips to her throat and breathed in her perfumed warmth. "We can't, Tom...we can't...not this!"'

Tom knew, he just knew, that she was on the edge; that she would concede fully to him. Destructive as they would have been, they had skirted around their feelings for so long after the times that he had worked at her house. Even now he sought a meeting of minds; that what would follow would not come at an emotional cost to them; the breach of fidelity to a wife and daughter a crazy but reasoned decision.

To make love to a voluptuous and desirable woman like Karen would be a wonderful departure from all that he had known of in his marriage and with other women in his life before he had settled with Julie. In all of that time, there had been no one like her to arouse these feelings of an errant longing. And Karen? She would find solace, with him, for the ambivalence of her late husband, Derek. They would come to share in the cloying intimacy and emotional maelstrom that taking each other to bed would bestow upon them.

"I need this from you...with you," he murmured, his mouth close to hers. They looked searchingly into each other's eyes and clamped the other's hips to keep their bodies fully in contact; their breaths on each other's lips.

Tom's fingers slowly caressed the sides of her breasts and he felt the fulsome swell beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress before he slowly lowered his mouth onto hers.

"What madness you've made me feel!" she finally gasped on breaking free of his claims upon her. She struggled with a sense of guilt and what he had aroused in her. She ached from the rush of uncontrollable longing that his touches and kisses had sent coursing through her body. How incredible it felt to be sharing in this...in this...and with him. "I'm...I'm ashamed to admit it! I wanted you to do that for so long...for so long!"

She could not keep from conceding to his renewed kisses and claims upon her enervated skin. Tom, this young man she had known in altogether different and constrained circumstances, wanted her and she knew that she would relent; that she would give in and experience loving of an impetuous and passionate kind. She wanted to know of him and to offer herself, in return, for all that he sought to discover with her.

She saw a moment's glance at Becky but the child was soundly asleep.

"She'll be fine. Quick...be quick, my darling, Tom, and love me all through the night! There's time...time for us!'

She ached to know of it and with him, and Tom's wondering glances had made no secret of what he desired of her. He would be claimed. Now she could do that and know that it was she alone that he wanted and that he would know of her as never before.

♥

Tom seemed to know exactly what she needed and how to use his mouth on hers; to offer kisses to skin revealed to his gaze and questing touches. He was not 'forcing himself' on her or doing so in any demeaning or inappropriate ways. For Karen, it was a thoroughly intoxicating experience that had her forsake any remaining restraint in taking any lead and deny the flare of yearning that they had discovered and would ragingly concede to.

The bedroom was cool, the cover on her bed crumpled and cast aside as she rushed to be with Becky, only to meet Tom by his bedroom door. Now, that bed would not be slept in alone.

Karen watched him in the tall mirror as Tom stood behind her and gradually drew her nightdress up and over her thighs, then her body, her breasts tumbling free as it was lifted over her head. The touch of his fingers aroused shivers of longing and set her mind racing about how he would claim her body. His breaths were on her skin and kisses were offered to her neck and bare shoulders. She squirmed under his questing caresses, the drift of one hand and questing fingers over her mound as Tom drew her tightly to him. All of it was to be seen in the mirror that they faced and that stood in one corner of the dimly lit room.

"I used to see that look on me, sometimes...when you thought no one was looking," she smiled, turning in his embrace before she clung to him, her hands drifting under the waistband of his lounge pants and gripping his buttocks. She shivered and reached between them to find his hard pole of flesh. "Did you fantasize about me? Did you fantasize about us doing this? You shouldn't have..."

"I still can't believe how Derek often treated you and wondered why...but yes, I did wonder about helping you."

"It's over now, it's in the past," she answered, her lips trembling for only a moment as she recalled Derek's treatment of her, behaviour that never resulted in physical abuse. "You helped me through whenever I saw how you were with Julie and what you said, even then. And now we have this."

Tom gasped. Karen trembled as her nakedness was fully exposed to his gaze.

'You...you wonder...you wonder.'

He delighted in Karen's smooth-skinned loveliness, in the soft swell of her tummy and the indolent sag of her breasts, in the coarseness of the spiral of hair on her mound and the warmth to be found there as his finger slowly began to explore.

"You're taking it slow, I like that," she said, murmuring appreciatively and watching them in the mirror as they fondled and kissed, awkwardly. "Yes, go on...we have time for this."

Tom knelt before her and she shivered in response to the new claims that he made upon her. His touches aroused shivers of longing. They induced her to tug on his head to keep him there as his lips kissed and tongue tip flickered over her slit and into her.

"You wonder that I may see you and be with you like this!"

"Tell me that you wanted me...but didn't know how to start," Karen tempted, bending to kiss his upturned face; her breaths hot on his lips; her breasts pressed to them before he tore away and moved to take each nipple in his mouth; to gently clamp each one in turn as he sought to find her with questing fingers and tongue. "Darling! You darling! Don't...don't stop!"

Tom's hands shook, and Karen imagined that he fought against any remaining restraint and wanted to consummate his longing for her that had possessed his thoughts for so long. Reality was overwhelming what had, until then, only been wishful thinking and of an act not to be fully shared between them; a quest that was, perhaps, a distraction from what had become the reality of her marriage to Derek right up to its grisly ending.

"Now, you can show me who you are!" she called out, her mind in turmoil and her actions provoked by what he did to her. She leaned forward to kiss him and gasped through their kisses as he pulled on her breasts and savoured them before she stood over him with her hands in his hair and he took to her with his mouth and tongue. "You're so patient! You're so wonderfully patient in what you do for me!"

Karen stood quite still as Tom knelt before her, his hands on her hips, as he buried his face between her legs. She squirmed on feeling the flickering press of his tongue into her.

"Do You want me to stop?"

"No, you darling...darling! But there's no time for it all! I'll be here with you for a few more days!" She felt relieved that he did not pay obsessive attention to the tumble of her breasts. The kisses to the soft skin of her thighs, his caresses to her buttocks, to behind her knees were the actions of an attentive lover. Tom wished to feast on her body and her breasts would receive attention, of that she had no doubts. But for now, she guided him in his claims upon her.

Finally, he pulled her against him; his fingers digging into her back and smoothing the base of her spine. Their mouths came together, his tongue hot and hungry; it darted into her mouth. Karen moaned against his lips; and felt his hands caress her back before they stroked down her spine until he palmed her buttocks.

Karen suspected that her rear was only too fleshy and different than her daughter's. Tom's appreciative squeezes reassured her that it was not so. He kneaded the hollows of her hips and kept her pressed against him so that she felt the strength of his hard prick against her belly. She glanced down and reached to caress and clamp on him.

"So strong...you're so strong Tom," she murmured appreciatively. "I want you inside me,' she coaxed, breathing against his ear and teasing him further with her probing tongue and nip of teeth on his earlobes.

She took his groan for consent and broke out of his embrace and claims upon her. She waited as he moved over the thin counterpane of her bed before lying back and she straddled his hips and positioned herself over him.

"This now...so soon?" he asked, reaching up to finally claim those wonderful breasts that she pressed against his lips. "You look so beautiful...so wonderfully womanly...so carefree now."

She wouldn't say it, but she wanted to fuck and felt it to be so, that she was more desirable and beautiful than she had ever been made to feel. She sat on his thighs, then raised herself above him. She is tense and expectant and urges Tom on; coaxing him to enter and to go deeper and deeper inside her body. He responds to her groans of pleasure and is surprised at how she has taken him.

"It's fine...go deeper! It doesn't hurt!" she says in deepening breaths of reassurance. Tom teases her. He withdraws and uses his fingers to alternate between the probe of his penis and his fingers, every touch and slip of his penis plumbing her body.

Tom lifted his hips off the bed and eased the head of his prick between her pussy's lips.

"Oh yes, go on!"

To feel it nestling there made her forget that it was her daughter's man who wanted her. Her caresses coaxed him to enter her body, the grip of his hands on her hips more insistent and her movements on him became the actions of a woman who wanted, who was desperate for, a long, deep, and satisfying fuck.

He began to move under her, his thick girth stretching open the entrance to her cunt. She closed her eyes as he edged in a little deeper. Having sucked on his penis moments earlier, she was only too aware that his cock was considerably thicker and longer than Derek's and when he penetrated ever deeper she wondered how much more of him she could take.

"Ohhh Tom...Tom yes! More! Push it all the way in...please!" She wanted to feel his balls slap against her buttocks as he probed into her moist warmth.

Tom relished the feeling of her hard nipples against his chest, her pelvic bones moving against his hips, the heat and wet smoothness of her vagina that pulled like a glove at the hardness of his hard, blood-gorged prick.

She bucked her hips, tugged, and clamped on his straining flesh with consummate and demanding skill. He moved in harmony with her, the bed creaking and he felt that Karen was ready to burst; to be wrecked by an unstoppable wave of a shattering orgasm. Her fingers gripped his chest and she panted with effort, her breasts jerked free of the claims that he made upon them.

"Karen...Karen...you wonder... that feels so good!" Shocks of pleasure coursed through his groin as she worked him, expertly and passionately. The woman with her restrained ways was letting go and doing that with him.