“Positive. Robert is one of my closest friends, and has more integrity in his pinkie than most men have in their entire beings.”
“And he’s cool with our… flirtation?” he smirked at me.
“Robert is a pragmatist. You won’t be working for me, so he sees no conflict of interest… or potential lawsuit for sexual harassment,” I smirked back at him.
“What? You’d sue me for fucking your brains out?” he said softly, deliberately misunderstanding my meaning. His comment had the effect he’d hoped for, though. I felt my body flush with heat. I’d wager my cheeks were flushed, too.
“No, but maybe I should pay you,” I leaned in. “You know, if this lawyer thing doesn’t work out, you’d have a real future as a gigolo. Keeping lonely older women company,” I smirked at him.
He laughed and leaned back. “Hah! No, thank you. I’ve never been into older women. And I hardly think you count.”
“I told you I was married for twenty-two years. How old do you think I am?”
“Around forty, I guess.”
“Yeah, forty-one. Doesn’t that make me an older woman?” I asked confused.
“Not with your body,” he leered at me. “Or with your… what’s the French phrase? Your joie de vivre. You just seem so content, like everything in your life is just what you want. And self-confident. That’s very sexy.”
I was flattered, and a little taken aback. “Wow. No one has ever said that about me before. I like it.”
“And again, your ex is a complete idiot. You didn’t get that joie overnight. I think him taking off may have given it a little polish, but that’s obviously who you are at your core – someone who loves life.”
I cocked my head to the side. “You are a very insightful young man, Mr. Sellers,” I said respectfully.
He shrugged. “I minored in psych,” he said grinning.
“Really? I would have thought you minored in physiology, since you obviously know your way around a woman’s body,” I said knowingly.
He smiled. “Guilty as charged,” he held up his hands. “I like dating. I love sex – and I always, always use a condom,” he said to reassure me. “But the truth is, I’m just not interested in anything serious until I’ve gotten through law school,” he picked up his soda and took a long sip. “I can’t see trying to balance law school and a relationship. I saw a lot of classmates break up, even get divorced, in our first year. No thank you.”
I nodded emphatically. “You nailed that one, my friend,” my eyes widened in exasperation, “I balanced one husband and three kids just to get through my bachelor’s degree.”
He plopped his drink down on the table. “That body has birthed three kids?” he said disbelievingly. “Wow. You’re still tight as a drum,” he leered at me again.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Kegels, running, and disuse, I guess!”
Aaron leaned forward and lowered his voice. “How could that guy live in the same house with you and not want to fuck you every day?” His tone gave me a warm rush.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly, “but I sure am glad he got the hell out.”
Aaron held my gaze for another minute, then he said quietly, “Let’s get outta here.”
We left without even bussing our own table. My guess, from the look the girl behind the counter gave me, was that she understood the rush.
***
We got back in my car in the parking lot, and I put the key in the ignition. But Aaron leaned over and kissed me, slowly, deeply, with my face cupped in his hand. He pulled away and looked in my eyes, “You taste like iced tea.”
“You taste like potato chips,” I smiled, and reached forward again, and gently, slowly, licked his salty lips. “Hmm, I must be a little dehydrated. I can’t imagine why,” I rolled my eyes dramatically.
“Lyssa?”
“Yeah?”
“Take me home and fuck me again.”
I felt a warm rush between my legs. Oh my god. “OK,” I said quietly.
I started the car, and pulled forward. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, Aaron turned his body so he could reach me with his right hand. “Drive carefully, now,” he said as he pushed his hand between my legs. I pulled my knees as far apart as I could, as Aaron deftly used the nub of my jeans’ seam to work my clit. I felt like a teenager. When was the last time I’d gotten to 3rd base… through clothes?
I tried to focus on driving, but it was impossible. I felt my nipples tighten, and the lace of my bra felt raspy against them, arousing me even more, and that distracted me, too.
My breathing quickened, and finally I could not drive safely. We were only minutes from my house, but I had to pull over. I turned off the arterial and parked on a side street.
“Finish,” I commanded breathlessly. Aaron moved his hand faster, and leaned over to suck on my earlobe, then bit down just enough to drive me crazy. Then he moved down. My sweatshirt was unzipped, and my t-shirt was lightweight. My nipples were pushing through two layers of fabric, hard as knots. He rubbed his cheek against my rock-hard nipple, then turned his head and gently, gently, bit down on my nipple through the cotton and lace. It was so erotic, so incredible, I pushed my hands against the bottom of the steering wheel and arched my back. I cried out as I came again, feeling the waves of orgasm wash over me as I thrashed around in my driver’s seat. I felt like I could not breathe. My hand slipped, and I inadvertently pressed down on the horn. Even that didn’t distract me; Aaron just gently pulled my hand away… and sucked on my fingers. I turned to look at him, breathing like I’d just sprinted a mile. Watching his lazy smile as he sucked my fingers, enjoying the insane orgasm he’d given me… it drove me nuts.
“My house,” I panted. “Now.”
“OK. Can you drive?”
“No.”
Without another word, we both hopped out to change seats. I wobbled a little, still dizzy from the complete loss of blood to my brain. Aaron caught me and pushed me up against my car. It wasn’t quite dark yet, and we were in a neighborhood, but he held me up against the car and kissed me. Not gently. Not sweetly. I moaned again. He pulled back and looked at me, bracing me between his arms on the hood of my car.
“Get in the car. Let’s go.”
I obeyed without even thinking about it.
He pulled my car into the garage, and jumped out. He came around to open my door for me, and all but yanked me out of the car. Pushing me in front of him, toward the counter against the wall, he got behind me, undid my jeans and yanked them down. Then he pushed me over, so my torso was lying on the counter.
He ran his hands down my back, and caressed my ass, cupping me before sliding his hands around to my hips. “You’ve got a sweet ass, you know that?”
I smiled lazily, still euphoric from our play in the car. I heard him rip open yet another condom and put it on my back. Then he dropped his own pants, and I heard him slide the condom on. Both his strong hands gripped my hips, caressing them. Then he pulled his right hand away to guide himself into me.
When he slid into me, I thought I was going to explode. Getting all of him, right after coming like that… I screamed, and he stopped.
“Did I hurt you?!” he asked anxiously.
“NO!” I gasped. “Don’t. Stop.”
He made a sound like a growl, and pumped into me. I screamed again. He growled again and pumped harder. I moaned with every thrust, and so did he.
This was exactly what I wanted. Pure, animal, lust. Fucking for the sake of fucking. Fucking just to feel alive.
Finally, I felt that thickening in him that told me he was ready to come. He pumped into me, faster and faster, pushing himself in all the way, gripping my hips so hard it hurt. He moaned as he came, and I felt the waves of his orgasm pulse through me.
He collapsed onto my back, panting, with his hands still gripping my hips. He jerked me backwards hard a couple more times, like he wanted to enjoy every second inside me.
After a moment, we realized we were about to
fall over. Pulling our pants up, we stumbled into my house, collapsed on the huge sectional couch in the downstairs family room and tried to catch our breath. Then we looked at each other. When we made eye contact, we both broke into laughter, thinking the exact same thing: it wasn’t quite six o’clock. I’d left work at two. In less than four hours, we’d had sex three times, and I’d had countless orgasms.
“Lyssa, if we’re not careful, we are going to kill each other,” he panted.
“Well,” I shrugged, “it’d be a good way to go.” We started laughing again.
I threw him a blanket, and said, “How about a nap?”
“Sounds great,” he said, snuggling on his end of the couch.
It didn’t seem to occur to either of us to cuddle. Truthfully, I was glad he didn’t ask.
Chapter 9
I woke up alone at five-thirty the next morning, when my internal alarm went off. I was a little stiff from having slept on the couch for – I glanced at the clock to confirm this – eleven hours?! Wow, Aaron really had worn me out. I smiled and sat forward, noticing a note on the coffee table.
Lyssa,
I thought I better get some sleep. Less chance that you might ACTUALLY kill me if I’m well rested, right? Text me as soon as you know your schedule for the weekend… or if you can take today off work?
– Aa
I stood up, and stretched, feeling like I had slept harder than I had in years. I walked upstairs, slowly, smiling as I stepped on the stairs where Aaron had taken me last night. After so many hours of sleep, it kind of felt like a dream. If he hadn’t left a note, I might have convinced myself it was.
In the kitchen I was disappointed to realize I’d forgotten to set up my coffee maker. I sighed and got it going. My coffee being late threw me off schedule, so I decided to take it easy and just do some yoga.
I headed into my bedroom and rummaged through my drawer for my yoga clothes. When I turned around and saw my still-made bed, I felt a chill run through me – a warm chill, if that was possible. In my mind’s eye I saw Aaron again, naked under me. My heart beat faster, and I felt heat gather between my legs. Oh my god, when did I become an insatiable, sex-crazed divorcee? I shook my head to clear it and started to change into my clothes. But when I turned to my mirror, and saw myself naked, I… I actually got aroused again. The thought of what Aaron had done to my body, with my body, got me hot and wet.
I sat on the edge of my bed, where Aaron had sat, and looked at myself in the mirror. Spreading my knees a little, I reached up and caressed my own breasts. Then I reached into my nightstand for Big Ed.
When Scott had found him, he’d acted horrified. Now I realized he’d been intimidated: Big Ed was only slightly bigger than Aaron, but a lot bigger than Scott. A lot.
I’d never watched myself masturbate before. But in the last day, I’d done several things I’d never done before…
I turned Ed on, and ran him along my thigh, shivering with anticipation. How could I possibly be horny again already? Making up for lost time? Not just the years since Scott and I had last been intimate, but really, all those years before. Scott would never have fucked me on the stairs, or in the garage, or gotten me off in the car. Everything about Aaron was so… erotic.
I pinched my own nipple and eased Ed inside me, wincing a little. God, I was sore! My body was sore from actually using it. It felt amazing. I eased Ed in and out me, watching myself in the mirror, intrigued at how red my nipples and lips had become, how flushed my cheeks were, how much my pupils had dilated. I groaned as I fucked myself, enjoying my own body in ways I never had before. In the past, I’d always masturbated quickly and furtively, afraid someone would try the door and wonder why it was locked. Of course, I’d masturbated in the months since Scott left – especially after a few of those dreams about Aaron – but doing it in the light of day, watching myself in the mirror was so… empowering. I’d never felt sexier.
I slid Ed out of me, and laid him against my clit. I thought about Aaron, lifting up on his toes and fucking me into oblivion on the stairs. Squeezing my nipple with my free hand, I felt the hot rush of my orgasm and moved my hips in time with the waves of sensation, finally collapsing back onto the bed.
I dozed off again, and woke up about an hour later, smelling the coffee and feeling deeply, deeply relaxed.
I got myself a cup of coffee and headed into the shower, still feeling dreamy and relaxed. And really, really looking forward to the weekend.
***
By eight am, I was dressed and eating some breakfast, on my second cup of coffee, when my phone beeped that I had a text message.
What are you wearing?
I smiled, recognizing the number Aaron had left on the note this morning.
Who is this? How did you get this number? I answered, hoping he’d get my playful tone.
Isn’t this the hot chick I got off last night… four times?
I laughed out loud, counting to myself: the stairs, the bed, the car, the garage. I answered:
Make that five. I couldn’t stop thinking about you this morning, and treated myself
It took him a minute to respond, and I enjoyed picturing that slow smile spreading across his face.
Call in sick today.
But I feel great. That’d be LYING.
Then call in well. It’s a beautiful day, and I want to see you naked. On top of me. Again.
Once again, heat shot through my entire body. I texted Robert to let him know I was taking the day off. I worked so hard, he never cared when I took a mental health day. I didn’t need to explain it was a sexual health day.
Done. Now get over here.
He didn’t text back. But he knocked on my door ten minutes later.
I had unlocked the door, so I called down the stairs, “Come in!”
He flew through the door, looking gorgeous in cargo shorts and a tight black t-shirt. He kicked off his shoes, then took the half-staircase in two strides. I was standing at the top of the stairs, and he barely slowed down, just wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. As I wrapped my legs around him, he carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom, kissing me all the way.
Inside my bedroom, he fell onto the bed, with me beneath him, somehow managing not to hurt me. He’d obviously practiced this move. I laughed with abandon.
He smiled down at me. “So, you treated yourself, huh?”
“Yup,” I said smugly.
“Show me.”
I thought about it for just a second before I decided that putting on a show for Aaron was going to be just as erotic for me as it was for him. I smiled and pushed him off of me, sitting up and getting off the bed. I started by slowly, slowly, unbuttoning my blouse and easing it over my shoulders. Then I turned by back to him, so we could both watch me in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors.
I undid my pants and slid them down, deliberately bending over at the waist to show him the thong I’d slipped on that morning. I only owned two or three of them, but I’d wanted something sexy on that morning when I’d dressed. I watched his face in the mirror as he focused on my ass, reaching out to touch me. But I moved out of his way.
“I thought you said to show you,” I said teasingly. He said nothing.
I eased out of my pants, slipped off my bra, and sat down again where I’d sat earlier, naked. I ran my hands up my stomach, to my breasts, and playfully teased my own nipples. I loved that, but Scott had never done it. He’d always treated my breasts like bread dough that required kneading. Not sexy. At all.
I reached back behind me, where I’d left Big Ed. Aaron hadn’t noticed him until now.
He raised his eyebrows. “So that’s my competition, huh?”
I just smiled. Then I turned Big Ed on and teased my own thigh with him. Aaron watched, almost panting. I kept teasing myself, caressing my thigh, keeping Big Ed away from my clit, wanting to draw it out. I ran my other hand down my stomach and teased myself around my clit, not touching myself really, just giv
ing Aaron the show he’d asked for.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by turning him on. Aaron ran his hand through his hair, watching everything I did, while I watched him in the mirror.
Finally, I eased Big Ed inside of me, moaning as I slid him up. I was so wet now, I didn’t wince this time.
That’s when Aaron showed he obviously couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, wrenched off his shirt, and stripped off his cargo shorts and boxers.
He took his huge cock in his hand, standing there where we could watch ourselves and each other in the mirror. He started stroking himself, and now I moaned. Watching him touch himself like that was unbelievable.
I pushed Big Ed into myself harder, faster, fucking myself while I watched him stroke himself. He stood there, jerking himself off, getting off watching me, while I watched his incredible arms and chest as he worked his huge cock.
Holy shit, he was beautiful. And I got to fuck him.
I pumped my vibrator in and out of myself, getting off watching him get off. Aaron pumped faster and faster, his chest and arm flexed and hard. Finally he cried out, threw his head back, and came. Hard. Watching his explosion set off one of my own, and I moaned as I came again.
I hadn’t noticed, but he’d strategically positioned himself so that our pile of clothes caught the arc of his cum. Thoughtful.
We both collapsed back on the bed, spent.
“Thanks for the show,” he said. I turned my head to see him smiling at me.
“That was quite a performance yourself, sir,” I smiled back.
We lay there, enjoying the silence, for quite a while. Not feeling the need to talk, or cuddle, or run away. Just enjoying the euphoria of good sex.
Eventually, I stood up and headed into my bathroom. After a few minutes, I heard him in the main bathroom. I came out and rummaged through the clothes on the floor. My blouse had caught his stream. I laughed, shaking my head. I walked out of the bedroom, still naked, to take it and throw it in the washing machine downstairs to soak.
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