Fowl Play

by Holly Ardent

  Kathy, it turned out, wasn't a bad rider at all. Although he had a hell of a time focusing on driving with her body pressed against his back. When they got to the hardware store, he waited for her to get off first then followed suit.

  He shook his legs out again, the tingle having returned in the brief time he opened up the throttle on the highway. Then he turned and saw Kathy pressing her legs together, her face flushed again.

  I really want to ask, but I won't. I'll just take that as confirmation that yes, girls enjoy the vibrations of a motorcycle.

  He took the helmet from her and they entered the store. It took all of three minutes to find what they were looking for, and another three to check out. Then they were on the bike again and heading back to her house.

  When they got off the bike at her home, Steve turned to her.

  “I know it was a short ride, but what did you think?”

  Kathy's legs were pressed together again.

  “Very.... nice,” she said, the flush slowly fading from her face. “Maybe we can take a longer ride later on?”

  Steve noticed the eagerness of her request.

  Does riding a motorcycle really affect a girl that much? he wondered.

  “Yeah, we can do that. Just let me know when,” he said.

  She grinned happily at his response, then finally let her legs separate as she started walking towards the pile of materials.

  With the parts they'd just gotten, the entire list was complete. Steve ran an extension cord back to the house and set to measuring and cutting. Even with the side trip, he got all the cutting done by lunch time.

  “Let's take a lunch break Steve,” Kathy said. “You've already done more today than I would've gotten done in the entire weekend by myself.”

  “Sure,” he replied.

  He grabbed the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out a couple of granola bars and a bottle of water. That was what had been available in the house when he realized he should bring lunch with him.

  “Is that your lunch? I think for a job like this you need a little more fuel. Tell you what...” Kathy's eyes gleamed for a moment.

  “If you'll drive us on your motorcycle, I'll treat you to some really good Chinese for lunch,” she said.

  “Sure, I'd like that. Where is the place?”

  Kathy blushed. As far as Steve could tell it looked like she was embarrassed about something. She dropped her head so he couldn't see her face.

  “About twenty miles from here,” she mumbled.

  Oh, so that's it, Steve thought, she wants a nice long ride. What the hell, why not?

  “That's fine, give me directions?” he said.

  When she mentioned the name of the place, Steve knew it right away. He'd been there a few times and, he had to agree, they did have the best Chinese food he'd found anywhere nearby.

  He tucked all the cut materials and the tools under the tarp, which he weighted down with scrap lumber. After unplugging the extension cord, he headed down to his bike.

  “Come on, let's go. It's a twenty mile drive and then we'll have to wait for the food once we get there.”

  Kathy scampered over to him like a child eager for a treat.

  “Get your helmet on and we'll get moving,” he said.

  Kathy put her helmet on and fastened the strap. She got on the bike and, once again, snugged herself right up against Steve's back. This time when he revved the engine, he felt her nipples poking him, even through all their clothing.

  Damn, she's horny as all hell. She could cut glass with those, he thought.

  He put the motorcycle in gear and they were off.

  I'm glad she's behind me. She's got me so hard that my pants are almost tight enough to cut off my circulation.

  It only got worse when he opened it up on the highway. Racing down the road at sixty-five miles per hour, the vibrations were stronger than they'd been on the shorter trip earlier. After a minute or two at that speed, he felt Kathy start to rub her chest against his back, her firm nipples moving from side to side. He almost came right then from the rush of blood to his groin, but managed to keep control of both his cock and the bike.

  In his semi-distracted state, the trip passed quickly. When they got off the bike at the restaurant, he saw that Kathy had her eyes closed. Her legs were squeezed together and she one hand over her crotch. Her face was flushed and she looked frustrated.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  Her eyes opened and Steve saw a look that he couldn't describe. It was something like extreme hunger, but there was more to it than that.

  “Maybe we'd better go in and get some food into you,” he said.

  She mumbled a reply, but Steve was sure he'd misheard it. To him it sounded like she'd said:

  “I need something in me, but it isn't food.”

  “I”m sorry,” he said, “I didn't hear you. What was that?”

  “I said, I think you're right. I'm hungry, really hungry,” she replied.

  Despite claiming to be hungry, Kathy spent most of the meal picking at her food and staring at Steve. She talked a lot while they ate, but her topics of conversation left Steve a little confused.

  Sure, I understand that she might want some confirmation that she's good looking, but why ask me if I think she is. She's got a husband, he ought to be the one to tell her that, shouldn't he? As to her questions about my girlfriends? She looked almost relieved when I told her I didn't have one.

  After they ate and she paid the bill, they headed back for the parking lot. When Kathy saw his bike, she paused for a moment. He glanced over at her and saw the same frustrated look that she'd had when they arrived.

  I don't get it. She wanted to take my bike, but she looks like she's annoyed about it now.

  As soon as they were on the bike Kathy plastered herself against his back again. He didn't feel her nipples until he got the bike moving and the vibrations began, but from that point through the rest of the ride, his only thoughts were about her full breasts and the hard nipples that stabbed his back. He didn't remember any of the trip when he finally stopped the bike.

  Kathy pulled herself away from him. It seemed to Steve that she was hesitant, maybe regretful, about losing the contact. Once she was off the bike, she removed the helmet and made her way into the house quickly. Steve fastened both helmets to the bike, then went back to work.

  A few minutes later after he went to plug the extension cord in again, he found that the power was off. He shook his head.

  Great, first Kathy disappears and now the power's out. I wonder if it's just a switch inside that got turned off or if we blew a circuit or something?

  He went to the door beside the outlet he was using and let himself in. He immediately turned to the wall where he thought a switch for the outlet would be. Sure enough, the switch there was in the 'off' position. He reached out to switch it back on, but was interrupted by a voice.

  “Why don't you leave it off for now. I've got some other work for you, if you're willing.”

  It was Kathy's voice, but it was dripping with sensuality. He turned slowly and found her sitting in a chair, staring at him. She'd changed out of her pants and shirt and now wore only a silk chemise. From the looks of things, there was nothing under it but her.

  * * *

  Steve's eyes widened and he felt his jaw drop open.

  I can see her nipples and the front of her breasts. That thing does nothing at all to conceal them, it just kind of covers them.

  The erection he'd had earlier on the motorcycle came back full force, leaving him light-headed. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, half-thinking he was caught in a fantasy, but she was still there with a pleading look on her face.

  “Are you just going to stand there?” she said.

  “Ummm...”

  “I'm certain you know what I want. Please help me out here, it's hard enough for me to be doing this already.”

  “But... You're married,” Steve said.

  Real smart idiot, why
are you trying to talk her out of this? This is your chance, your big chance. You won't find any girls your own age this hot, at least not ones willing to date you, so what are you doing?

  Kathy's face fell.

  “Technically, I suppose. But I might as well be single. Since the kids moved out I barely see him any more. Here it is the weekend and do you see my husband around? No, he's allegedly out 'fishing'. But I'll be damned if he comes home smelling like fish or bait. No, he comes home smelling like flowers and perfume. Fishing my ass!”

  Her became more animated as she spoke, her eyes flashing with anger. Steve was at a loss for anything to say for a moment.

  “Uhhh, sorry?” he said finally.

  Her face softened again.

  “What do you have to be sorry about? You haven't done anything but give me more pleasure this morning than he has in the past year.”

  More pleasure? I haven't done anything, unless she's talking about the motorcycle.

  She must have noticed his confusion.

  “Your motorcycle, it's like foreplay. It got me all hot and bothered but never came through with any more than that.”

  Her face softened and she nibbled on her lower lip tentatively.

  “I hoped you'd be interested in finishing what it started, but....”

  She sighed heavily and her head fell forward. Steve saw her shoulders shake a little.

  Oh shit, she's crying? I didn't say I wasn't interested, but I suppose I didn't say I was either.

  “Sorry,” he said again. “I didn't mean that I wasn't interested or anything because I am. I was just... you just... You caught me off-guard is all. I never expected a hot, older woman like you to see me as anything but the guy she'd hired to do some work.”

  Kathy's head came up and she stared at him.

  “Really, you're interested? Not just taking pity on me or something?”

  Steve shook his head.

  Doesn't she realize how attractive she is? I can't think of a guy that would turn her down if she offered, well except maybe her husband. He must be a real asshole.

  “Yeah, I'm interested. Need proof?”

  He gestured towards the front of his pants where they were tented out from his erection.

  Steve's brain finally caught up with the situation.

  This is what I should have done in the first place, he thought.

  He stepped over to Kathy, reached down, and tilted her chin up. Then he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue drove between her lips, invading her mouth. She opened it eagerly and let his tongue in. Her own tongue darted up to welcome his, stroking and caressing as he explored her mouth.

  He spent his time on the kiss, familiarizing himself with her mouth and lips, tasting her, and then lingering over it when he discovered the he enjoyed her taste.

  When he finally broke off the kiss he had to step back for a moment. His eyes flicked down, then stayed there, staring intently at her chest. Her nipples had grown larger and harder. They were pressing through the silk of the chemise, every bit of them outlined by the fabric.

  He hesitated for only a moment before he reached out his hand and brushed his fingertips over the fabric covering her nipples. He shuddered from the pleasure that shot through him from that tiny gesture. Despite the light touch he knew her nipples felt it since they swelled more, pushing against his fingertips.

  He ran his fingertips over the tops of her nipples, then around the edges, all the while feeling as though his cock were about to explode. Kathy's breathing grew heavier from his attention and it wasn't long before he felt her own fingers stroking his cock through the denim of his jeans.

  His head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut while his mouth dropped open. He took in a deep breath trying to maintain any degree of control. Then she wrapped her hand around as much of his cock as she could while he was still wearing his pants. She squeezed tightly.

  “We could get rid of all this stuff in the way,” she said. “I want to feel your skin against mine, no clothes in the way.”

  But she's married, he thought.

  Steve quickly slapped down the logical part of his brain that was making the protest.

  She might be married, but she's abandoned also. She's nice enough that she doesn't deserve that, and I can help. Never mind the fact that I want this more than I've wanted anything in a long time, maybe ever.

  He caught her eyes and, while staring into them, he reached down and took the bottom hem of her chemise in hand. The smile on her face grew larger and, with her eyes encouraging him, she nodded her approval.

  The chemise slid up and off, revealing her tight stomach, heavy breasts, and...

  Is she shaved? Why would she do that if what she said was true.

  He sat there, staring at her shaved pussy. After a few moments of his inaction, she followed his gaze.

  “Do you like it? I'd already decided on this before we got back so when we did I came in and shaved for you before putting on the chemise. I read that all the younger man prefer women that way.”

  She did that just for me? Hell, I'd have been happy having her even if she hadn't but...

  His hand wandered down and stroked the smooth flesh of her pubic area.

  “You shaved just for me?”

  She nodded eagerly, maintaining eye contact throughout.

  “Yes, you do like it, right?”

  Steve bobbed his head up and down fast enough that he almost broke eye contact. He realized that she might prefer to hear his answer also.

  “Yes, very much.”

  He cupped her pussy with his hand, trying to obtain as much skin to skin contact as he could. Her pussy was wet and drops of moisture came away on his fingers. He raised his hand to his face and sniffed, then licked the drops off.

  I sure as hell hope I remember what I read about eating a woman out, because I want to bury my tongue in her pussy so bad!

  After he finished licking he realized that she'd been staring at him right through. Now her face was flushed again and she was breathing quicker than she had been before. The look on her face was one he couldn't identify. It looked like it was a good thing, but he'd never seen a woman look like that before.

  She nodded assertively, as though she were making a decision, then she stood and stepped around him. Her hands went to his shoulders and she turned him so he was facing away from the chair.

  “Sit!” she said.

  Steve sat.

  She reached out and unfastened his pants, then lowered the zipper in a rush and tugged. Steve lifted his butt so the pants would slide more easily once he realized what she was doing. His underwear followed his pants and both ended up in a pile entangling his ankles.

  Kathy stared at his erection now that it was visible. She traced a fingernail up and down his cock, then went to the top and circled the slit there.

  Steve thought he was going to explode right then. Watching her eye his cock and play with it had his blood pounding and his cock straining to grow larger. He almost lost it again when she licked her lips and lowered her head to his crotch.

  She slid his cock into her mouth and he sighed with bliss. He hadn't had a girlfriend for a while, and even when he had they hadn't done much. Not because he didn't want to, but because there was always something else that needed doing so he couldn't spend as much time with her as she wanted.

  Because of that, the pleasure of Kathy's mouth surrounding his cock, her tongue caressing the shaft, and the sight of her beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock as she bobbed up and down, Steve was in seventh heaven. He leaned against the back of the chair and relaxed, letting the pleasure saturate his body.

  Kathy dropped to her knees to make what she was doing easier and Steve, who'd thought it couldn't get any better, was completely shocked as she drove his cock deeper into her throat. She pulled back for a moment until he was all the way out, then coughed a little.

  “Sorry,” she said, “I'm out of practice. Give me a minute or two and I promise I'll do b
etter.”

  If she does any better I'm going to have a heart attack, he thought.

  “Take all the time you need,” was what he said out loud.

  She dropped her head again and his cock slid into her mouth. This time, she kept going until Steve was sure she was going to gag. Instead he felt the head of his cock enter something much tighter than her mouth. She only kept him there for a moment, then bobbed back up, but it was only a few seconds later when she did it again.

  He fought for all he was worth, trying not to cum. His struggle lasted several minutes before he surrendered.

  “Um, Kathy? I'm about to...”

  She flicked her eyes up to his face and nodded gently, never taking his cock from her mouth. The nod bounced his cock up and down inside her mouth and he felt himself brush against a couple of new areas. It was too much for him and, since it looked like she was planning on swallowing anyhow, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head as his cock sprayed the inside of her mouth with his hot cum.

  As soon as she realized he was cumming, she clamped her lips tightly around him and started sucking for all she was worth. Steve wasn't sure, but he thought that this orgasm lasted longer than any he'd had before. He didn't know if it was because of the blow job, or that suction thing she did at the end of it. He found that he didn't much care either since as soon as he was done cumming, Kathy got up off her knees and slid into his lap.

  “How long before you can get hard again?” she asked. “I'd like that wonderful cock of yours inside more than just my mouth today.”

  “With you talking like that? Less than ten minutes.”

  “Ooohhh, good. I can't wait.”

  She idly drew a finger up the slope of her breast.

  “Can you think of something to do until then?” she asked.

  I most definitely can, Steve thought. It would be only polite to return the favor and, after tasting her earlier, I certainly want to be polite.

  “That depends,” Steve said. “Is there somewhere you can lie down where I can get my head between your legs?”

  Kathy's smile was so big that it showed a hint of teeth.

  “Follow me.”

  She led him into a large, airy living room. The drapes on the big picture window were open, but they looked out over vacant land, not another house. She settled back on the thick, plush carpet.