She sins again!
I woke up refreshed. The night wasn't so bad after all. I slept imagining John taking Emma out to dinner and then ending up having sex with her. I knew John would never do that. But I had done my part in laying the ground work. The rest was up to them. John was a handsome man and most women found him irresistible. Emma was single and gorgeous. Nature has a way of igniting passion in the most unexpected manner when the opportunity presents itself.
One thing I was determined not to let happen. Andrew! I was not going to let yesterday's events repeat themselves. I promised to stay clear, out of their way until they left. I would unpack afterwards. I had all the time in the world. There was no rush.
I arrived at my new home promptly at 8AM. The truck pulled in a few minutes later. After a few pleasantries, Tony and Andrew got to work. It took them just under two hours to unload our stuff. I pulled my car into the garage, glad to have my own ride.
It took them another hour to assemble some of the furniture, including our beds. As soon as they wrapped up, I gave a check to Tony. He smiled when he saw the amount. John had asked me to add five hundred dollars to the agreed amount.
They walked out the door and I was about to close the front door when Tony said, "Ms. Turner, I am planning to visit a couple of my friends and try to rustle up some business for my return trip. Andrew will be bored hanging around us oldies. Would you like him to stay and help you unpack? I will swing by on my way back and pick him up."
I was impressed by his offer but I wasn't sure it would be a good idea to have him alone in the house. Before I could say no thank you, Andrew quipped, "I noticed that you had labeled all the boxes meticulously. I could move the boxes to the rooms where they belong. It might make unpacking them easier for you later."
The sincerity in his voice made me lower my guard. There was no harm in getting his help. Some of the boxes were big and heavy. It would make my job easier. Besides, I wanted to prove to myself that I had everything firmly under control.
We worked well together. At one point Andrew removed his t-shirt saying he was hot. It didn't bother me one bit. I went about directing him to the rooms and spots the boxes had to go. I was glad he didn't make a move on me. It would have led to an awkward scene because I was determined not to weaken.
It was funny when he kept calling me Ms. Turner. I wanted to say it was okay for him to call me Sarah but I felt he might construe that as an invitation.
One of the first things I loved about his house was its huge walk in closet. I mean it was really huge. There were two sections. The first was HIS and HERS was further up. And the ceiling was unusually high for a closet, giving lots of storage room at different levels.
I asked Andrew to bring the huge box of my undies to the closet. John had fun packing all my panties, bras, and sheer negligees. He somehow managed to get them all in that one big box. The box was not heavy but it was bulky and so I offered to help Andrew. He said no and hoisted it above his shoulders and walked into HER section of the closet. I tried to move out of his way and in his effort to avoid bumping into me, he tripped and almost fell.
Although he steadied himself in time, the box slipped and fell plumb in the middle of the closet. I was aghast as I watched the contents spill. The carpet was literally and colorfully covered with my most intimate garments. Andrew kept apologizing and I told him it was okay.
I knelt down to pick them up but sensed a sudden tension build around us. He knelt beside me and picked up a couple of my panties. I avoided looking at him but felt his hot eyes on me.
I didn't see him move but suddenly the light went off, leaving the closet pitch dark. I felt an odd excitement course through me. Despite my determination to resist, I was eagerly anticipating his touch! He didn't make me wait for long. I felt his hand from behind, between my thighs, pushing relentlessly against my pussy. My jeans didn't offer much of a resistance. I briefly hesitated before trying to push him away. That moment of hesitation cost me my resolve.
He pushed me on my back and I was lying in the middle of a soft bed of silky smooth undergarments. He reached out and expertly undid my button and zipper on my jeans. In one swift motion he yanked it off. He ran his fingers over me in a soft caress and paused when he sensed that I wasn't wearing panties. He buried his face between my parted thighs. His breath felt hot on my pussy and his tongue wreaked havoc on my swollen clitoris. He used a finger to pull one labia to a side and licked my pussy with his hot wet tongue. I began to squirm with delight. My fingers grabbed his head and tried to push his face deeper between my legs.
"Fuck me Andrew!" I was almost begging without shame. When had I turned into such a slut?
He stood up and I heard him undo his jeans and he was naked in seconds. In the darkness I reached out and felt his cock. It was hard and hot. He suddenly leaned over, grabbed me to a sitting position, and pulled off my top. Then he knelt down, laid me on the carpet and gently eased his throbbing cock into my waiting pussy.
The darkness was like an aphrodisiac to me. John knows how much I get turned on in total darkness. I was almost afraid to totally surrender to this young stud who still was a stranger. But as Andrew's thrusts began to speed up, so did my hips. My hips met him half way, eager to feel the full impact of his pounding cock.
Andrew had stamina, I must admit. He didn't slow down and kept up the pace for a long time. I was now moaning loudly without shame. I was on my back, my legs spread wide apart.
I felt something on my back, something hard but before I could reach under to grab it, Andrew began to pump really hard. Not wishing him to make him lose his momentum, I adjusted myself away from whatever was under me buried inside the pile of silky soft underwear.
Andrew suddenly stopped. "Would you like to be on top, Ms. Turner?" It was more of a plea.
I was amused that he still didn't feel comfortable calling me Sarah. But I didn't waste a second. We rolled over and I was astride. I started grinding myself against his cock and he said hoarsely, "That's it. Fuck me, Ms. Turner. Fuck me harder."
I bend over and began to kiss him. And as he thrust his cock in and out from under me, I heard myself whispering, "Call me Sarah, Andrew. Please call me Sarah."
