Passion In James County XI: Abby
Chapter one
Greg Atkinson stood at his kitchen sink, looking out the window over the sink at Abby Marklin, his neighbor's wife, who was carrying things out to their car. It looked like Marklin family, who owned the cabin next door to his was preparing to leave.
Greg sighed. "Damn, she's really gorgeous!" he thought. "I wonder how she ever got hooked up with Lee Marklin?" He continued gazing at his neighbor who went back into the cabin and came out carrying a suitcase and some sort of small bag. Her face was attractive - striking, but not quite beautiful - and she had shoulder-length, straight blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was slim and was wearing jeans that were fairly loose, but didn't hide the fact that she had nice legs. Nor did the jeans conceal the fact that Abby Marklin had a pretty darn nice bottom, too. And she moved with an unconcious, natural grace that kept Greg watching her.
The woman put the suitcase in the back of the station wagon, then she turned. Greg sighed again. Despite how slim Abby was, she had huge breasts, which were delightfully emphasized by the snug white knit sweater she was wearing under her winter coat. When she saw Greg looking out the window, she smiled and waved.
Greg, embarrassed at being caught watching his neighbor, waved back and felt himself flushing.
"Greg, where are you?" a feminine voice called. "I thought you said you'd be right back."
"I'll be right there, Donna," Greg called. He ran himself a glass of water, drank it, then headed back for his bedroom; where Donna McGill, the woman who'd called to him, was waiting.
When he walked into his bedroom, what he saw sent shock-waves of arousal through him. His erect cock jumped and parted the bathrobe he was wearing.
Donna, a beautiful, buxom, brunette, was lying on top of the covers. Her body twisted and jerked while she masturbated! Her breasts, rather small, but perfectly shaped, were topped by rigidly extended nipples. Her eyes were closed and her flushed, lovely face was slack with passion.
"Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" she moaned softly, "Greggg!!! Oh,Greggggg!!!! Fuck meeeee!!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!!!!"
Greg, stiff-legged, walked toward the bed where the beautiful woman lay, lost in self-induced passion. Thoughts of his attractive neighbor slipped from his mind as he moved across the bedroom, shedding his robe. His cock, a swollen, veined obelisk with a purple arrow-shaped head, pointed toward the object of his desire.
Donna, totally absorbed in the rapture she was giving herself, wasn't aware Greg had returned. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was utterly absorbed in the incredible joy that was ripping through her. God! She'd never made herself feel this good! It actually felt as if Greg was touching her, his hand sliding over her belly, caressing her inflamed clit! Never before had masturbation inspired such realistic feelings!
"Ohhhhh!!!" Donna moaned. Her body arched upward, she opened her eyes, and discovered she wasn't imagining things after all. Greg, naked, was kneeling on the bed next to her and his hand was between her legs! He had returned and was caressing her! "Greg!! Oh, God!! Yessssss!!!!!" she groaned, her excitement hurtling to unbearable levels.
Greg laid on top of Donna, his legs between hers, the whole time keeping up the circular movement of his hand on her middle.