Stealing Chances

Miserably hot week. My weekend with no kids. Finally was able to bring one of my Motorcycles up to the cabin. This is where she will live. 3 hours North of the weekly grind. Giving me an opportunity to appreciate what god has freely given to me.

Pulling onto my street, the beach is empty. I've driven straight from work. Only a 2 hour drive from there made sense. Dirty and tired. Cut my forehead too. Need to recharge. My loyal companion Frank knows we're close. He recognizes the beach. Where we swim at night and play. "Not now Frank. We haven't been up here since last week buddy. I can't remember if we have things to eat for dinner." Rolling the windows down to enjoy the mountain air, he barks at her. Startled, she drops some of the many things she's lugging. Scolding Frank, simultaneously looking at her in my mirror, I stop to offer assistance.

Her things hurriedly put in the back of my truck, she gets in. Frank is as happy as the mayor of our village. Overwhelmed by his massive presence, "I've always loved your dog", she says.

Not recognizing her as my next door neighbor. Not particularly unheard of. The woods are thick around each parcel. " Your husband still has my chainsaw ", I say laughingly. " Are you here alone? I never have had the pleasure of meeting you. I only come up on the weekends. Sometimes with kids. No kids this weekend so I am just going to relax until Sunday night." She twists her hair and bites her lip nervously. I notice these mannerisms. It's a tell of sorts. An incredible turn on for me. "I'm Heather. I've been up here all week working. I needed the solitude to work. I'm finishing my degree in Psychology. The needs and wants of home have been distracting. I've managed my time well. Thought the swim rewarding. I've finally finished my paper." Closing my tailgate, Heather's things stacked nicely on her deck. Frank sniffing at her feet. "I'm Mark. It's really nice to finally meet you. I apologize if I seemed unapproachable. I sort of keep to myself. Maybe you'd like to have dinner tonight? I know I have steak and things for a salad up there." There's the twist and bite again. " I'll bring pasta salad. Maybe a dessert? 7 ok?", she says coyly. Frank and I delighted. "See you soon".

I shower with purpose. Paying careful attention to the intimate areas. It's been a long day, but I've been revived by Heather's colorful orb. I see her hair in the shower. Her lips' color reminds me of the wine. Hearing her voice in my head makes me close my eyes. Listening to the music. Appreciating each sound. Not wanting it to end.

The steak marination is complete. Dog assuming his throne on the oversized recliner. Hearing her soft footsteps on the stairs, I'm cool. "Good evening neighbor. May I come in?" Frank barges to the door, shouting his approval of her presence. "The Mayor says, where have you been? We've missed you," saying with a laugh. "There's a bottle of red wine that would go nicely with dinner. Could you open it while I finish the steak?" Heather's eyes are so deep green. The contour of her profile is delicious. My mind loves the image. The thought of her shape without seeing. Left for me to decide her curves. She has power. Her ease is smoldering. Walking into my home effortless. She's been here before. Uncorking the wine. Knowing where the glasses are like old friends. We dance around each other to finish the preparation of dinner. Coming into the kitchen, the steak resting, her silhouette from the last sunlight of the evening, her hair falls perfectly between her shoulders.

"I didn't think we'd ever meet. I see you working up here every weekend. Doors, windows, roof. I noticed the Air conditioning too. It's beautiful here. You've made this place so nice." The compliments make me uneasy. " you know, Heather, I just like to go about my business. I'm not a rich guy, but this place has always been a dream of mine. Hopeful that it will be a legacy home for my kids. If I can make it as perfect for them as possible, then that's the only motivation I need to work on it." Taking a The dishes to the sink, Frank in his rightful place, Heather walks onto the deck.

"You have a great view of the lake from here. I secretly wished I could jump on the back of your motorcycle. I'm an early riser too. I'd hear you rumble down the hill and cross my fingers you'd stop." Dish immediately slips from my hand with the thoughts rushing in. Uncertain of the topic, it warms my belly. " Should I slice the pie?, quickly reversing the course of dialogue. The wine effecting her inhibition. Almost without provocation, I uncork the second bottle. " I don't really want pie", confessing to her. " it is chilly enough to go inside and enjoy each other." I slip of the tongue. There is no ulterior motive. Questioning my language. The thoughts are rapidly flowing through me. I'm uneasy and awkward. I should clarify. There's a pause. The silence from her is deafening. "Bring the wine Mark. We can warm up on the couch."

Her eyes wash over me sitting on the couch. Her lip bite returns. Only her hand has pressed against my thigh. My lust palpable. " Heather?", I like the sound of it. It just comes out familiar. "I'm glad we're able to get to know each other. I'm only sorry I haven't been a better neighbor to you. I think I know Jeff fairly well. How long have you been married?" Putting down her glass, looking at me directly, " I can't remember the last time I've wanted someone as much as in this moment. I've lost my spark. I don't feel sexy anymore. How badly do you want me? Do you want to see and feel, when responsibilities were so few?" I don't think. She leans into me. Pressing her hands on my thighs. I reach for her shoulder. Stopping her, looking deeply, carefully putting her hair behind her ear. Kissing her deeply is long awaited. I never knew. I never expected. Life's vicissitudes cloud what is and could be. Maybe my spark needed to be ignited. Lost in kiss, thoughts replaced by passion.

Heather's tongue is warm. Her lips biteable. Carefully exploring her mouth, my hands to her neck. Her head back, kissing her neck softly. Her scent tingles my body. The woman next to me is of fantasy. Her body soft. Her skin radiant. Feeling the cool breeze, as she unbuttons my shirt completely. Her warm hands roam underneath. Digging her nails, she directs me to her breasts. Her breasts revealed as much as her sexy lace bra will allow. Filled with lust, Heather removes her arm from her sundress. Her tits are so full. Nipples hard and protrude to the edge of the lace. Studying the pattern of lace and silk, almost naked to my eyes, I place my lips firmly on one. Caressing circles on her other. Placing my hands on her hips, raising her to her feet. The bookshelf is the likely destination.

The knowledge and wisdom. The tearful redemptions. Stoic stories of bravery and unstoppable courage and determination. Littered with texts containing a design for living. A path to personal freedom. A rightful place to appreciate Heather's gifts to an appreciative man. Leaning her against the wall, I reach inside her dress. Feel the thin panty line on her hips. Filling my arousal. Her scent intoxicating, patience is hard to come by. Twisting her panties around my fingers, they're taught. Controlling her movements, I pull them down to her cute feet. The little tattoo on her foot distracts me temporarily, as she carefully steps out of them. Putting them around my neck, I rise. Her pretty sun dress with me. Reaching her waist I command her to hold it. Admiring her contours finally revealed. My hand under her for support, my tongue kisses. Positioned, perfectly seated, I'm under her pussy. My tongue only to explore.

Heather fingers are tightening her panties around my neck. Steering me. She has to reach to maintain hold Sitting on me. Clit pronounced. Hard and centered between my lips and tongue. "She's fucking my tongue!" My mind solely on her orgasm. Riding my face. " I'm going to cum!" Heather squeals. Clenching her nails into her panties and my neck. Shuddering and shaking, I don't stop. Pulling her firmly onto my tongue, she rests on my shoulders. Her orgasm is a first in an indeterminable amount of time. Only manually has she achieved pleasure. She hasn't had her spark ignited in many years.

Standing, she provides the show every man desires. Bending over to unzip me, coaxing me out of my remaining clothes, I'm bare. Throbbing and dripping at her. Playfully looking at me as she takes hold. The lip bite returns. The moans become familiar music I heard in the shower. Her hand to my ass, swirling her tongue around my tip. She puts me fully into her mouth. Wildly sucking me, I'm unbalanced. My mind is in a different dimension of ecstasy. She pleases me in a way that is new. It's the mindset her orgasm and body have put me in. Sensing my balls rising, she intuitively knows that not where I need to cum. Standing, providing ample direction, Heather returns to the bookshelf. Leaning into my favorite works of literature, I follow her curves. Her scent around my neck, with knees bent, I edge her gently. The top of my cock rubbing slowly. Feeling her clit get harder. She's dripping. Trying to guide me into her. "I want your cock. I want it all night. Fuck me now. Fuck me here." Her soft pouty moans drive me wild. Cock deep in her by command. She directs the tempo. Slowly to depth. She sinks her hips to fuck me wildly. Matching each other, balls so tight and full, she fucks me into eruption. Pounding me. My muscles clench. Knees weak. I rumble an intense roar. "You're amazing! I want more!"

Falling into each on the couch. I hold her tightly. Placing her hair behind her ear. Her lip bite returns. My kryptonite.