The Fall
Matt brown heard Luke come in the back door. He wondered why he came in that way instead of the front door. He had seen him coming down the street. Luke came into the living room from the kitchen.
"Hey, Luke. Have a good time tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah," Luke said. He hoped that his face was not still flushed from his orgasms. Little did his dad know. He had told him he was going to a game at the park.
"I didn't see ya at the park. I came by to watch the game with ya."
Luke stopped in his tracks, trying to hide his panic. He tried to think of an explanation.
"Oh, sorry dad," he began. He lied. "I forgot I promised to do some work for Miss Chambers."
"Oh. Well, it's no big deal. Did you get it done?"
"Yeah I did, dad. I got it done." Man, did he buy it or not? He didn't need his dad watching his every move. That would certainly make his nightly trysts difficult. He would have to be careful.
The next night, as Luke sat in his bedroom waiting for the magical time to arrive, he wondered if his dad ever needed any relief. He hadn't had a girlfriend since Luke's mom died. That was thirteen years ago. Man, how could he just not do it? Oh well, that was his dad's life.
Jane Cross had company. Her friend Sarah had come for an overnight. Two tears younger than Jane, the bubbly blue-eyed blonde had been Jane's closest friend for most of their lives. The house Jane was living in had been Sarah's parent's house at one time. Jane had always loved the house and she and her late husband had purchased it from Sarah's mother after Sarah's father had passed. Sarah had long hair that she usually had tied up in a bun, and a pretty face. She was shorter than Jane, with a fuller figure and larger breasts. Jane was glad she was there, but was trying not to let Sarah's presence interfere with her evening ritual.
At 7:55 Luke left the house quietly, hoping his father didn't hear him. When he got to the window he heard voices. They were in Jane's bedroom.
"Damnit," he thought.
He decided to wait it out.
"I always loved this room." Sarah was saying. John and I used to stay in here when we stayed with mom and dad. Sarah was walking toward the window.
"There's such a nice view of the lawn and the trees, and there's always a breeze too."
She was right at the window now. Luke had to slink back and get tight against the wall next to the window to avoid being seen.
"Oh! Your yard boy must have a stool out here, Jane."
"Oh, yes." Jane tried to appear calm about it. "H must have been trimming the top of the shrubs." she answered her friend.
"Wow." Luke thought. She's pretty cool. She didn't even sound nervous.
"He must be coming back to finish them. Anyway, you must be tired from the trip, Sarah. Wouldn't you like to just shower and get a good night's sleep tonight?"
"Yes" Luke thought. Get rid of her.
"You can use the bathroom upstairs next to your room."
"I guess that's probably a good idea." She said as she returned toward Jane. "Are you going to bed too, Jane?"
"Yes, I have a routine. I've been retiring about 8 every night for quite a while." Jane told her. "We can talk tomorrow."
"I guess without a man in our lives we have some pretty old fashioned habits, huh?" Sarah quipped.
"It looks that way, Sarah. Have a good night, okay? I'm really glad you're here."
"Me too. We'll talk tomorrow. Good night, Jane." Sarah finally left the room.
Luke waited for a few minutes. He wasn't sure what to do. Finally he moved to the window. Jane was waiting for him, looking right at him. She held her fingers up to her lips as if to say "Shh." Then she held her hands out as if to say "Wait". Then she went into the bathroom and he heard the shower. He positioned his stool, climbed into it and waited for her.
Jane hurried her shower, but took some extra care to make sure her shave was smooth. Since he had shaved himself, she thought, he must like that. Then she rubbed baby oil all over her flesh so it shined in the bathroom light. She was ready. Sarah had interrupted her plan so it would have to wait until the weekend, but there was still tonight. She put on only her robe, simply so she could make a show of removing it, and entered the bedroom. She started toward the bed, then stopped, and came halfway to the window. His eyes were huge, his heart beating like a bird's. She was no more than ten feet away from him. She stood facing him and smiled into his eyes as she dropped the robe. He was furiously jacking on his cock and she was watching every stroke. And then she spoke.
"My god" he thought. "She was going to talk to him."
"Slow down, dear. Slow down. "She whispered.
Luke stopped stroking so fast and just sort of fondled his cock as he came down a little bit. He decided that was good, he didn't want to cum too soon.
Jane took a step closer to the window and stopped. Then she did that thing with her hips. She thrust them out so her bald mound was prominent. It was almost in his face. He stopped breathing for a minute. His balls were on fire but he did not make one stroke up his shaft. If he had, he would have gone off. He licked his lips and then stuck his tongue out as if he was trying to reach her. She swiped a finger through the wet slit, opening it up more.
"Oh fuck." he thought. How was he gonna keep from coming?
She smiled at his predicament, pleased that she had gotten to him so easily. She grabbed a tit and brought her nipple to her mouth to suck on it.