Crossing the Line

My thanks to Aries77 for editorial assistance without which this story would not have gotten published.

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Ann was sitting in her car across the street and down a few houses from her own house when she saw headlights coming down the street towards her. She wondered if this would be him. The car slowed as it drew closer, as if looking for an unfamiliar address. It kept coming and Ann's pulse quickened. Finally, the car stopped directly in front of her house, the house she shared with her husband of less than 2 years.

It was amazing to Ann that she was at this point after only 18 months of marriage. But she had married young; they were both 18 at the time of the wedding. And, contrary to popular opinion, they did not "have" to get married. She did love her husband, Greg, but he worked full-time and went to school 5 nights a week. Weekends were spent studying and/or working overtime to generate additional money. Something had to suffer and that something was Ann and, more specifically, their sex life. Ann was increasingly lonely and resorted to self-pleasure to fill the void which was exacerbated at the moment by the fact that he left this morning to go out of town for several days without them having sex before leaving.

After a moment sitting in front of her house, the car pulled into the driveway and Ann's pulse quickened even more. She watched as a man emerged from the car and started towards the front door. Her pulse was at a break-neck pace as he reached the front door and rang the bell. He rang again when there was no answer and knocked a moment later.

Ann thought to herself, "it's now or never," and, with her heart nearly beating out of her chest, opened the car door and walked to her house. Every step brought her closer and closer to that imaginary line in the sand. The distance to the house was short in physical length, but seemed to take forever and at several points her legs almost buckled on her and she started to turn around. Nonetheless, she kept on until she finally reached her driveway. Halfway up the drive, Ann found the courage to speak and blurted out, "Are you looking for someone."

The stranger turned and Ann immediately was struck by how handsome he was. He smiled and replied, "Yes, I'm Mark and I'm looking for Ann."

Crossing that line in the sand, Ann was somewhat surprised to hear, "what a coincidence, I'm Ann," come out of her mouth.

Mark's eyes took in Ann as she approached the porch and was pleased with what he saw. She was a mere 5' 2", shoulder length strawberry blond hair and a delightfully curvy body. They had met a week or so before through her job - she was the customer service phone agent that helped him with his issue. He was smitten by her voice and flirted with her during the initial call. Ann was coy, but his flirting did spark something in her. She couldn't do much on the call because all calls were monitored and she would've been in jeopardy of discipline if she acted anything but professional. However, she did have full access to his phone number from the database and stealthily jotted it down.

Ann couldn't get Mark out of her mind for the rest of her shift and rushed home when it ended. It was a school night for Greg and she was alone. After wrestling for some time, Ann nervously picked up the phone and called the number in Mark's file. She was conflicted listening to the phone ring, hoping on the one hand that he would answer, but afraid he would on the other hand. She was just about to hang up when the phone clicked and she heard the familiar voice say "hello."

She hadn't planned what to say and almost hung up the phone again, but somehow managed to stammer, "Hi, this is Ann."

Mark was surprised to hear her voice, but recovered quickly and simply said, "I was hoping I'd talk to you again."

Ann made some silly pretext about this being some kind of follow-up call from his earlier issue, but Mark realized from the background noise she wasn't at work. He used that to his advantage and they ended up talking for almost 2 hours most of which was a mutual flirt session. The call ended just before Greg was due to get home from school.

Ann was so aroused after the call with Mark that she couldn't wait for Greg to get home. Unfortunately, as was too often the case, Greg came in and immediately went to bed since he had to be at work extra early in the morning. Ann was left to her own devices and masturbated herself to sleep thinking about Mark.

Ann and Mark talked off and on over the next week, including this morning after Greg left to go out of town. She did not have any intention of actually meeting, but the loneliness was especially difficult this morning and she found herself inviting Mark over that evening and here they were.

Ann brushed past Mark, opened the front door and stepped into the house without saying anything more to Mark. He remained standing on the porch until she finally said, "Are you coming in or going to stay out there on the porch and give the neighbors cause to gossip?"

He smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask," and stepped across the threshold.

Ann took his jacket and hung it up in the entry closet and then took her own coat off. She was dressed underneath in jeans and a pullover sweater. They went into the kitchen and she fixed them both a coffee while they made awkward small talk. They finally returned to the living room with Ann taking a seat on the end of the small couch and Mark on the other end.

They continued their small talk, but it gradually took on the context of flirting and sexual innuendo. Finally, Ann excused herself and went to the master bedroom. She returned moments later, dressed now in a knee-length cotton summer dress and, for the first time, Mark was privy to the smooth skin of her shapely legs and the soft cleavage of her 36C breasts. Ann dropped back down on the couch in the same spot as before. She was facing sideways with her back against the armrest, one leg draped over the front of the couch with the foot resting on the floor. Her other leg was tucked cross-wise with her foot under the other thigh. To Mark's great enjoyment, this caused her dress to ride up mid-thigh and almost provided a glimpse of her panty-covered mound.

The talking and flirting continued for a little while until Mark finally made a move. He scooted over to Ann and, as he did, she lowered her face to avoid looking at him. Mark rested one hand on the exposed skin of her thigh and with the other hand on her chin, gently raised her face. Their eyes locked and Ann knew what was coming, but was unsure how to react. Mark leaned in and Ann's eyes closed. He gently kissed her on the chin and then withdrew. Ann's eyes remained closed, but her lips had parted slightly to pull in more air for her labored lungs.

Mark leaned in again and this time met her lips with his. Their lips parted momentarily during which Ann took a quick inhale of oxygen. Mark pressed his lips to her again and this time the kiss was met with urgency. He slipped his tongue between her lips and it made passionate love to hers.

Ann was lost in how truly wonderfully Mark kissed. They kissed for what seamed like ages, finally breaking for both to catch their breath.

Ann used the opportunity to stand up and move to the floor in front of the fireplace. She sat down facing the fireplace with her legs to the side and crossed, using one arm for support from the floor. Mark slid down behind her, wrapped an arm around and pulled her against him. Ann's head was tilted inviting Mark to her neck. He leaned in and started nibbling, kissing and caressing her neck with his tongue. This was her most erogenous non-sexual area and a shudder went through Ann and a moan escaped from her mouth. Mark kept up his assault on her neck, but at the same time, began to caress her arm with the fingers of his hand. His fingers on her arm, coupled with his warm, moist lips on her neck, sent chills up and down Ann's body. And every time his hand moved up or down, his arm would brush across her breasts, which only heightened her arousal.

Ann's breasts were heaving and the blood was rushing into her nipples forcing them to strain against the fabric of her bra. Mark could feel her nipples against his arm and slowly walked his fingers across the gap between her arm and the side of her breast and cupped the globe in his hand and gently kneaded it. He bunched the fabric of her bra between his fingers and rolled the captive nipple between them.

Ann's breathing was becoming more labored and she could feel the heat rising between her legs. In a moment of clarity, Ann took Mark's hand in hers, pulled it away from her breast, excused herself and stood, telling him she'd be right back. Mark was left wondering what the heck happened.

True to her word, Ann returned a couple of minutes later, but now her breasts were unencumbered by her bra and Mark could see her nipples clearly protruding against the thin fabric of her dress. Ann sat back down in front of Mark, but this time her legs were uncrossed which forced the hem of her dress well above mid-thigh. Mark looked down and feasted on the creamy skin of her legs.

Mark resumed his lovemaking to Ann's neck and, at the same time, slipped a hand inside the top of her dress and closed it around a lush breast. He began to twirl, twist and agonizingly pinch the now fully rigid nipple. He was nibbling on the sensitive flesh of her neck and drawing little warm, wet circles with his tongue, which caused Ann to squirm. The heat between Ann's legs was increasing and the juices were now beginning to flow. She unconsciously moved one leg, opening the gap between even more. Mark noticed and couldn't resist the invitation. He withdrew his hand from her breast and out the top of her dress, causing Ann disappointment. But it was only momentary as he slipped his other hand down the front of her dress and his recently freed hand found its way to the exposed flesh of her thigh. Ann was approaching heaven now, particularly as his hand worked its way up her thigh until it cupped her panty covered mound. Mark was amazed at the heat he felt. Ann's response was to raise her knee further spreading the gap between her thighs. Mark simultaneously nibbled on Ann's neck, pinched her nipple and ground the heel of his palm into her mound.

Ann was on fire now - an, "oh my god," escaping from her mouth.

He kept at it, rotating the heel of his palm against her clit and forced the gusset of her panties into her wet pussy with his fingers. Mark could feel the moisture seeping through. The constant friction on her clit was driving her mad and she instinctively rolled her hips forward trying in earnest. Her hips started rocking only furthering the madness she was feeling.

Ann's body was becoming putty and she realized she needed to lie down before the arm supporting her gave way. When she did, her legs splayed wide open as much because she had no muscle control as from the desire to open herself up fully to her tormenter and lover. Mark lay beside her and quickly unbuttoned the few buttons holding her dress together over her breasts. Leaning in, he began licking her protruding nipples as though they were ice cream cones. A barely audible whimper escaped from Ann's mouth and she found the motor control to slide a hand over his jeans to the crotch and was taken pleased by how aroused he was. She managed to undo his belt, release the lone button and slide the zipper down.

Mark's cock sprang forth between the open zipper and Ann slipped her hand under the band of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around him. Mark was not overly large, basically average in length and girth, just like her husband (or so she thought, after all, this was only the second cock she had ever touched), but she was amazed at how rigid he was. She swore in her mind he must be made of granite.

Ann began to squeeze and release Mark's cock and it was his turn to moan. Her hand felt like a soft chamois on him. He now returned the pleasure in kind by slipping his hand under the waste band of her panties and let his fingers slide down each side of her clit and between her lips to the entrance of pussy. But rather than plunge them in, they kept sliding down past the bottom of her slit to the sensitive skin between her pussy and derriere. He then reversed course and did the same in the opposite direction until his fingertips just passed her clit. Mark repeated the cycle again and Ann was rocking her hips. He kept this up for quite some time eliciting an, "oooohhh," from her each pass.

Ann's breathing was becoming more and more rapid and shallow and the movements of her hips more jerky. Mark realized her orgasm was building and, not wanting her to yet, withdrew his hand. Ann thought she was going to die and pleaded, "don't stop, please," but he cut her off with his mouth and they shared a series of passionate, urgent kisses. Her hips continued rocking and she imagined that his hand was still there, however, it wasn't the same and she slowly came back from the precipice of orgasm.

When Mark sensed the time was right, he slid down and slipped both hands up the outside of her thighs to her panties. He grasped the waistband on either side and, with her help by raising her hips, slipped the white fabric down her thighs, along her calves, across her feet and off. Ann immediately drew her knees up and flared them out such that she was completely and utterly exposed and inviting. Mark took his shoes off and then slid his jeans and boxers off in one motion. Free from its confines, his erect cock stood straight out. Not wasting any time, he moved between her legs and pressed the blood-engorged head between the slick lips of her pussy. He heard Ann gasp as he slowly pressed forward and she took him in.

For some unknown reason, at that moment Ann thought of her husband and a seed of guilt was planted. But as quick as it came, it went away, thanks to the wonderful feelings Mark's cock was giving her as he filled her fully and began slow, rhythmic stokes. With the fleeting pang of guilt gone, Ann returned to getting lost in the sensations. She was rocking her hips in unison with Mark's and each time he bottomed and she rose to meet him, his pubes would press against her clit and send an electric charge through her. Mark gradually picked up the pace and Ann matched him as though they were dancing and he was leading. When he sensed that either was about to orgasm, he slowed almost to a crawl to let them recover. Then he would start over again which drove Ann crazy.

Finally, after about 30 minutes of this, Mark didn't think they could last much longer and he started to piston hard and fast. Ann matched him, slamming herself against him and begging him not to stop. He leaned his head down and took an exposed nipple between his teeth and bit ever so slightly while continuing to pound Ann's sweet pussy. Ann blurted out, "Oh my god, oooohhh, puuulleeeezz," followed by, "I'm going to cum."

Ann's eyes rolled back in her head, her hands clasped Mark's ass cheeks and it felt like every muscle in her body contracted as her orgasm burst. This sent Mark over the edge and he thrust one last time into her, held perfectly rigid, and cum exploded from his cock. The sensation of the warm fluid filling Ann and mixing with hers prolonged her subsiding orgasm. Mark held pressed deep in her for what seemed like an eternity and then slowly withdrew partway, only to plunge back down. He did this again and again, each time withdrawing further and plunging shallower until he was totally spent.

He slipped out of her and rolled to her side, his softening cock lying on her thigh. Ann reached down and stroked it, enjoying the feeling of her juices on him. Her legs were still completely splayed and the feeling of the air on her hot pussy with hers and his juices ebbing out felt like heaven.

They laid and basked in the after-glow for quite some time until Mark moved his head between her thighs and started kissing their insides just below the junction.

An, "mmmmmmm," came from Ann and he slowly moved up to her pussy. He began to nibble at her sensitive lips and then took his tongue and washed it from the bottom of her slit up and over her clit. Ann responded by raising her hips. Mark took the flat of his tongue and went down across her clit and through the slit to the bottom, and then repeated this over and over.

Ann felt the wonderful feeling commencing again and, when Mark wrapped his lips around her clit and its hood, she exclaimed, "That's it baby." She felt his tongue do a tantalizing dance on, over and around her clit while it was held hostage by his lips. Even though she had already has one all-consuming orgasm, it didn't take long for her to reach the pinnacle again and this time, fluid squirted from between her pussy lips. Mark laid his head on her thigh and reveled in the sight of her pussy oozing its nectar.

Both were spent after the intensity of the sex drained from them. They laid side-by-side for quiet some time, Mark with his head on her thigh and Ann caressing the inside of his thighs. Eventually, Ann's fingers made their way to Mark's flaccid cock and she lightly ran them back and forth along the shaft. Ann felt Mark's cock began to stir and she basked in the effect she had on him. She traced her fingers up the shaft and tickled the head. Rather than laugh, the sensation caused him to harden even more. Lying on the floor naked and, with the heat from their earlier lovemaking having subsided, Ann felt a chill and shivered. She stood up and told him to follow her. He rose and, with his cock standing straight out, followed her down the hall towards Ann and Greg's bedroom. He was mesmerized by the vision of her naked body, which only furthered his erection.

Ann started climbing on the bed when Mark grasped her hips with both hands and said, "Wait."

There she was with one knee on the bed and the other leg standing on the floor wondering why he stopped her. But then it occurred to her that she was spread wide open and vulnerably positioned and, when Mark nuzzled up and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her gaping pussy, it became clear why he stopped her. Ann's favorite position was from behind because of the depth and fulfillment it provided. She moaned as Mark slipped fully into her and she pressed back against him.

Mark began a rhythmic thrusting and Ann rocked with him and met him thrust for thrust. Each time they came together teased her clit. Their rhythm accelerated and Mark began to thrust with intensity and urgency. He really began to pound into Ann with his balls slapping her clit and electric shocks charged throughout her body to the point she almost passed out from the pleasure. Ann swore he was so deep could feel his cock in her throat. Her orgasm was building and she grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it and emitted a constant stream of moans and, "ohs."

Mark's movements were becoming jerky and she knew he was losing control and approaching his own orgasm. Ann couldn't hold back and in a flash her orgasm burst like a dam and flooded every cell of her body with a burning pleasure. She screamed into the pillow and stars flashed across her eyes. Her pussy convulsed and tried to suck Mark's cock deeper into her. This was the final straw and his own dam broke. He arched his back, raised his heels off the floor, and tried to push all the way through her as his cock erupted filling Ann with his warm cum.

Ann's pussy continued it's convulsing in a steady stream of after-shocks. Finally, Mark relaxed and when the pressure filling her subsided, she turned to jelly and they collapsed together onto the bed. Like a slow leak in a balloon, their energy ebbed, leaving a total void and they were unable to move.

After some time, they crawled up into the bed and under the covers. Ann lay on her side and Mark cuddled up to her from behind and they fell asleep. Ann was awakened in the middle of the night by Mark's hand between her legs and his fingers plying her hair. She smiled and whispered, "I can't believe you're ready again." But when Mark didn't answer, she listened closely to his breathing and realized he was still asleep. It made her feel so desirable to know he was asleep but still wanted her. Ann thought about letting things lie and go back to sleep, but his hand started the warmth in her. Ann dropped her hand behind her and down between them. She worked it down across his abdomen until she found his cock and began to knead it. Mark moaned and she felt his cock stir.