This is a follow-up to "When the Cat is Away." It's in a female first person perspective because I don't have the required dangly bits to write from a male POV, so I'm not even going to try.
Again, any resemblance to persons or occurrences in real life is purely coincidental. All comments and feedback welcome as long as it's constructive.
Enjoy!
I had waited for that bitch to leave on her trip for months, hoping she would go and stay gone. I knew it wouldn't happen, but I had to have John to myself somehow and anticipation made everything better. It had seemed to take forever for Sarah to get herself packed for a measly four-day trip, and I swear I passed the house a dozen times before her truck was finally gone from the drive. As soon as I was sure she wasn't going to come home for some forgotten item - after waiting another hour and passing the house another dozen times - I pulled my car into the drive and went up to the door.
Not even bothering to knock, I opened the door and walked into the house. I could hear the TV on in the living room, but I walked straight through to the kitchen. No matter how much I disliked Sarah, I had to admit the bitch had good taste in home decor. The kitchen was decked out in granite and stainless steel with the occasional hit of copper and turquoise, but I ignored all of it as I walked out onto the back patio. John was sitting on a lawn chair with his phone to his ear, so I waited until he finished the call before stepping up behind him and running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest and nibbling on his ear. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me, his tongue running over the roof of my mouth before caressing my own.
"Hey, baby," I smiled as he released my mouth and straddled his lap. "You're free for four days, what are you going to do?"
"Mmmm," he pretended to think about it as a slow smiled stretched his lips. "I think I'll do you."
I leaned back as he tried to kiss me again and he frowned at me. "When are you going to leave her, John? You don't love each other. I know for a fact she hasn't touched you in more than a year, and you haven't tried to change that." I looked at him and he met my eyes, "I need to know you're done with all this."
"I'll be leaving for Chicago the day she comes back from the conference in Ireland. She'll get the papers the next day, and you and me will be free to explore what this is," he said, and I smiled.
"It was going to happen one day, baby," I assured him. "You had to know that. Why don't we relax," I rolled my hips over the erection I could feel through my jeans. "And enjoy the next four days."
We kissed and I rode his erection until he was moaning into my mouth, and then we both stood to tear our clothes off before he pushed me down on the grass and shoved himself into my wet hole. There was nothing loving about it, just the two of us trying to get off with each other. We had established long ago that our relationship was just sex, nothing more. Now, as he thrust over my g-spot, I wondered if this was anything more since he had finally gone through with the divorce. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, savoring the feel of him inside me on top of the roughness of the lawn. He sat up on his knees to get a deeper angle, and I cried out, not caring if the neighbors heard or saw anything as we fucked in broad daylight. There was no rhythm to the act as he crashed into me. "Oh! Fuck yeah! I want to feel you come, John!"
He bit my shoulder and slapped my ass before pushing a finger into my asshole. I came screaming in the sunlight and clenched around him moments before he roared and his hot load filled me until it spilled out onto his thighs and the ground. He kissed me, bruising his lips against mine as he thrust into me a couple more times before pulling out and letting me slide to the ground. I stretched out in front of him and grinned as I moaned and arched my back, the aftershocks of the orgasm still coursing through me. There were moments when I couldn't blame Sarah for staying away from John except when she couldn't avoid it, and one of them was when he got up and walked back to the house and left me on his lawn. I sighed and relaxed on the grass, not bothering to put my clothes back on. He came out with a bottle of cheap wine and a couple glasses, still naked, and sat next to me. These were the moments where I could have shot Sarah for treating him so badly.
"What's the occasion?" I took the glass he held out and let him fill it. The wine was sweet and actually pretty good for a blush.
"You know," he sipped his wine. "Freedom, ecstasy, all that jazz. I broke out the good stuff for it." I laughed at him and set my glass on the edge of the patio and stood up, brushing the blades of grass and bits of dirt off my ass as I walked toward the pool. I bent over, touching my palms to my toes, and looked back to see him staring at me before I dove into the cool water.
It wasn't long before John joined me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me under only to kiss me and slide a finger into me. I pushed him away playfully and swam to the other side of the pool. "Hey, did you and Sarah ever christen this pool properly?" I gazed at him as I stood with my nipples barely covered by the water, noticing how he looked at them and licked his lips before swimming over to me and lifting me completely out of the shallow end.
"You know we didn't. I swear she only had this thing put in so we could hire a pool boy."
"I thought the cleaner was a girl?"
"She is, and very faithful to her fiance."
