Cindy Morgen's heart pounded as she drove along the freeway. Her blue sundress revealed her incredibly tanned body. Her long, slender legs, with their creamy, smooth thighs, fascinated every male she met. Her long, honey-colored blonde hair whipped in the breeze as she smoothly shifted in her restored 1963 Corvette, which her father had given her as a wedding present.
Cindy's sky-blue eyes were filled with unshed tears as she fought to retain her composure. Her mind returned to the day she had been openly flirting with Raymond, the good-looking hunk of a construction worker who had been putting a patio cover on the back of her house. He had spent several days there, and Cindy had noticed that he took advantage of every opportunity to run his eyes over her body. She had been amused at first, then slightly flattered. But then her imagination had begun to work, and the night before she had dreamt of being stripped naked and savagely fucked by an unending series of muscular bronzed men.
Cindy was not happy, for she had married Howard Morgen after her first year at the local Junior College. To her disappointment, the beautiful lovemaking she had saved herself for never materialized. Howard had fallen into the habit of a five-minute on-and-off experience. He didn't seem to care that she went unfulfilled. Cindy had become quite adept at using a vibrator to pleasure herself.
When Raymond had knocked on the patio door, she had let him in, feeling small and vulnerable next to his muscular bulk. But he had smiled at her, and she had felt the tickle between her legs as she looked into his dark face with the white teeth and big brown eyes.
"I should be finishing up tomorrow, Mrs. Morgen," Raymond had said.
Cindy offered him some ice water and as she moved around the kitchen getting glasses and getting the ice and water, she felt his eyes on her body. It made her conscious of the short shorts and midriff halter she had put on that morning. Guiltily, she remembered that she had deliberately not put on a bra, knowing that Raymond would be watching her as he had the other mornings. And sure enough, he had looked at her as she moved around inside her house. She turned her head and saw that he was looking at her. She flushed, her body feeling hot, itchy and swollen. Damn! She could feel her nipples crinkling up, lengthening as she felt Raymond's hot gaze on her.
She brought him a large glass of water. His eyes were glued to the tanned cleavage and the button protrusions of her hardened nipples behind her halter. Taking the glass, he took a long swallow. And then he looked at her, softly saying "You know, Mrs. Morgen, you are a very attractive woman."
Cindy felt her heart jump into her throat. She tried not to respond, but her body was quaking slightly as she stammered "Well...T-Thank you, Raymond." She could feel a throbbing tick as her pussy lips began swelling with blood, and her pussy began to moisten. Damn! She needed to go upstairs and use her vibrator.
Raymond set down his glass and looking into her lovely blue eyes stepped forwards. She felt his hands on her waist.
Stop Him!! Her mind screamed to her. But she couldn't stop his hands as they moved slowly across her belly and then inched upwards. Cindy gasped as his hands moved under her halter and then cupped her naked breasts.
Instinctively, her hands went to his wrists, but he was too strong, and she was far too weak with desire to keep him from gently squeezing her breasts. His fingers began plucking, gently pinching and pulling on the highly sensitive nubs of her nipples as she loudly moaned. Unconsciously, Cindy leaned into his hands, giving him access to her throbbing tits as she moaned softly from the throbbing pleasure that radiated from her tits to her quivering cunt.
"Let's go to your bedroom, Mrs. Morgen. I'll strip you naked and fuck your wet little pussy for the next three hours. You'll like it!" Raymond said.
