by Bridy McAvoy
“No problem. You can pay me later.” He was laughing, and Chris obviously thought it was a joke. Julia was pretty sure it wasn’t any kind of a joke.
Steve went one way, Ryan and Samantha the other, and Chris walked up onto the porch. He closed the door behind him and she sagged back against the wall, relieved at finally being home. With Chris there, she couldn’t quite relax all the way, but at least she was home.
“You okay?”
“I will be. Do you mind helping yourself to a drink? Whiskey and other stuff is in the cupboard next to the sink, glasses in the cupboard above, ice in the fridge. There’s beer in the fridge, if you’d rather.”
“Whiskey will do fine. What about you?”
“Whiskey, please, a large one. I could do with some warmth. It’s actually pretty cold when your dress malfunctions like this on a November evening.”
He laughed. “I guess I’m supposed to say I’ll warm you up.”
“You can say it, but you won’t be doing it.”
“Scoot. Put some clothes on, woman.”
She smiled and headed for the stairs. When she was about six steps up, she turned and looked back. As she’d expected, he was standing right at the foot of the stairs, watching every movement. With her dress the way it was, he had to be seeing the leg show to end all leg shows. She was sure he couldn’t actually see her ass, but he would be hoping. “Go away.”
He grinned and winked at her then headed through the house toward the kitchen.
As she walked into her bedroom, she flicked the light on then caught the dress before it fell. A flicker of light showed through the window as Steve’s bedroom light came on as well. A moment later it went off again. She knew he’d done that deliberately, letting her know he was there, and could see. She smiled. Steve was expecting her to do one of two things—either drop the dress and let him look as she found something else to wear, or watch as she allowed Chris to follow her into the bedroom and remove the ruined dress himself before making love to her. Her heart rate spiked as she thought about Chris coming upstairs with two whiskey tumblers in his hand, ostensibly to give her the drink she wanted, in reality to catch her naked.
Julia wasn’t sure if it was the idea of Steve watching her again, or the idea of Chris seeing her naked, but one or other of the ideas was working in her body. Her nipples, already hard from the near exposure to the cold air, tightened even further. Chris had been right in the car. Her pussy had got itself in a lather about the exposure. If he had caught a flash when she got into the car, it would have been a wet one. She kicked the door closed and, backing up against it, turned the center lock. It could, of course, be undone from the other side, but Chris would understand the signal if he did come upstairs.
She let go of the side of the dress, letting the material fall away behind her. As she stepped fully into the room, the dress slithered away, leaving her back bare. All she had to do was let go at the front and it would fall away completely. Knowing Steve was watching made her more daring. Instead of letting it go, she turned her back, exposing her bare butt to him, and opened the wardrobe door. She reached in with her free hand and grabbed the first skirt she could find, one of her denim minis, and then straightened up. Almost as an afterthought, she let go and let the black material of the ruined dress cascade down to the floor.
She turned to face the window, knowing she was illuminated by the overhead fixture but was far enough away from the window not to be seen at street level, and then stepped into the skirt. As her hands caressed the skirt up over her stockings, she allowed her fingers to brush lightly over her mound. They came away wet and she let out a soft moan and shivered at the sensations released inside her. She turned side-on to the window and opened her T-shirt drawer and pulled out a plain white one, one she knew was quite tight, and pulled it on over her head. She’d cut off Steve’s view, but he now knew she was only wearing the shirt and the skirt, no underwear. She’d also failed to remove her heels and stockings. She smiled at the window then drew the drapes.
Let him think what he likes.
Opening the bedroom door, she was relieved not to find Chris waiting there. When she got to the foot of the stairs he was standing in the kitchen, leaning back against the sink sipping his whiskey, another half-full tumbler sitting on the island countertop in front of him. She crossed to the family room window and drew those drapes and then turned, finding Chris had walked noiselessly through from the kitchen. He gravely handed her her glass.
“Salut!”
“Salut! Thank you for being a gentleman.”
“Thank you for enlivening my evening. It wasn’t quite the expected event.”
“Oh?”
“Sure. As soon as I saw you in that dress I had plans to get you in the back of my car and out of that dress. I didn’t expect to see you sitting in the front of the car holding it closed with a death grip.”
She sipped her whiskey, aware of the way he was talking to her chest. The T-shirt was tight, and her hard nipples were clearly attempting to punch holes through the thin material.
“Eyes off the prize, buster.”
He dragged his eyes away from her bust and grinned at her. “If they’re the prize, what’s the competition and how do I ensure I win?”
“That’s not what I meant. Although, as corny as it is, it’s not a bad line.”
“I’ve got hundreds like that.”
“You’ve got hundreds of moves too, like when you pulled the front of my dress like that.”
“What can I say? You’ve got perfectly formed tits.”
“But they’re not very big.” She decided to ignore his rather crude language.
“They’re a perfect size as far as I’m concerned. Given the shape of those gorgeous legs and that pert butt of yours, what man wouldn’t take a shine to you? I don’t think you realize just how gorgeous you actually are.”
“I’m not that good. There’s loads of women out there prettier than me.”
He put his glass down on the side table then, taking hers from her hand, placed it next to his. Stepping close, he laid one hand along the side of her chin and looked straight into her eyes.
“You have one major advantage over all of them, Julia.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“You’re here and they’re not.”
She winced. That line was as old as the hills. As she thought about her reply, he surprised her by pressing his lips against hers. She leaned back against the window sill, surprised but not offended as his lips murmured against hers.
He was a great kisser, gentle not possessive. She thought back to her time with the boat yard owner, coincidently also a Chris. By contrast, he’d been demanding, almost overly aggressive as he kissed her. This Chris was more patient, coaxing her reaction by gently nibbling at her lips, his mouth never still.
When they broke the kiss, she let go of the window sill that she’d been gripping with both hands and leaned past him, picking up her drink. He didn’t say anything, but as her breast brushed against his arm, he stiffened then relaxed again. She smiled and took his hand, leading him around in front of the couch, then sat down in the middle, giving him no choice other than to sit next to her.
They clinked glasses, but both of them knew they weren’t sitting down to drink. This time, Julia took the initiative, kissing him, then leaning across him to put her glass down, bringing her body into contact with him. He put one hand on her back, holding her across his body. His cock was hardening, pressing up against his pants underneath her.
“Tell me something, Julia?”
“What?”
“When you decided to get dressed again, did you bother with any underwear?”
“Maybe you’ll have to find out.”
He let her go and she straightened up.
“Maybe I’d rather you showed me.”
“Showed you?”
He grinned. “Stand up, sweetheart, and take those clothes off for me.”
“You expect me to strip f
or you?” She projected shock into her voice, but she knew her brazen smile gave the lie to any reluctance on her part. “To music?”
He shook his head. “No music. I know you can dance. I just want you naked for me, just as you almost were in my car.”
“I wasn’t almost naked.”
“Sweetheart, if you’d taken your hands away you’d have been naked.”
She shivered and then, as he gently guided her, she rose to her feet.
She grasped the hem of her T-shirt, starting to inch it up. All the time she was thinking to herself, Why it is always me that ends up naked and the guy is still fully dressed, whoever he is?
She watched as he put his glass down and licked his lips as inch by inch her stomach came into his view. She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem again, then spun to face away, pulling the shirt up over her head and cleanly away. She clutched it to herself and spun to face him as if demurely covering her chest with the shirt. He clapped his hands and held out a hand. Mashing one arm across her breasts, she slid the shirt clear and, handing it to him, returned her hand to her chest, one hand cupping and hiding each breast.
“Show me, don’t tease me.” His voice was hoarse, and she could see the way he was tenting out his trousers.
She smiled and then took her hands away, dropping them to her waist. The zipper on the skirt took only a second to slide down and then she started to wriggle the skirt down over her hips. Her breasts shook with every movement and she watched as his gaze darted from one prize to the other. Just before she started to reveal her mound, she spun around to face away again, dropping the skirt to her thighs and revealing her butt. He whistled his appreciation and she let go of the skirt, letting it whisper down her legs to pool on top of her shoes. Stepping out, she spun back around to face him, one hand demurely covering her slit.
“I knew you were magnificent, just knew it, and you truly are.”
She shivered at his compliment and took her hand away, clasping both hands behind her back and turning a little from side to side in a very girlish pose. “You really think so?”
He laughed, falling into the game she was playing. “Come here and I’ll show you something that will prove it’s so.”
“Oh, yeah?” She put her finger up to her mouth, across her lips, trying to act the innocent, which was a little difficult given she was naked.
Without any hesitation, he unbuttoned his fly and pushed his trousers and pants down, revealing his cock sticking straight up. She licked her lips at the sight, feeling arousal blossoming in her system.
She closed the distance between them and sank to her knees in front of him. Seeing what she was doing, he spread his legs open, allowing her to push between them. She came to a stop, his cock only a couple of inches in front of her face.
“You like?”
She chuckled. “I like.” Extending her tongue, she licked all the way from the base to the top, and then down the side, coating his prick with her saliva. He groaned as she repeated the process before stopping at the top and planting a little kiss right on the very end. She could feel him shuddering as she continued to tease him. She kept it up, minute after minute, feeling him quivering in front of her. Finally, she grabbed hold of the base of his cock and squeezed hard. He groaned but didn’t say anything. She guessed he realized she was deliberately slowing him down again. This time she took pity on him and engulfed the end of his cock in her mouth. She sucked on him, then wiggled her tongue against the tiny hole in the end, releasing a drop of pre-cum that she deliberately and noisily swallowed. Her free hand dipped to the junction of her own legs, finding her slit soaking wet, her pussy lips swollen. She slid a finger into herself and ground her palm against her clit, moaning around his cock. Hearing a sharp intake of breath above her head, she started bobbing up and down, each time taking a little bit more of him into her warm wet mouth. She had to keep swallowing to drain out the saliva without drooling. Chris was letting her do all the work, and making enough noise to let her know he was enjoying it.
Julia kept sucking, his cock lying across her tongue now as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks alternately hollowing as she sucked, and then expanding as she swallowed. She gagged once or twice as he hit the back of her throat, but she kept going. Her hands were busy too, one of them holding and jacking his cock, the other busy between her own legs, two fingers buried inside her as she worked herself toward an orgasm.
Her fingers on herself won the race, and she let him slip out of her mouth, throwing her head back, screaming as the orgasm crashed through her. Her legs shuddered and she had to sit back on her haunches as her strength failed.
Chris, though, didn’t give her chance to recover. He was down on her in a second, pushing her back to lie on the floor, his arms twisting under her, pulling her legs out from under her, and then spreading them apart and up as he positioned himself between them. She was still coming down from the orgasm as he pushed the end of his cock, still dripping wet with her saliva, against her opening.
Before he pushed in, he lifted her legs until her heels were pointing at the ceiling, rotating her pelvis to the perfect angle, then pressed forward. He moved slowly, tantalizing her just as she’d teased him. She felt the blunt end of his cock slide slowly between her outer lips and then pierce her inner ones. The ridge seemed to stick for a second on her outer lips and she quickly drew in a breath, then he pushed again and her lips sealed around the shaft behind the ridge. She flexed her butt, drawing him further into her channel and he hissed at the way she felt to him. She, in turn, moaned, her body still wracked with tiny aftershocks from her orgasm.
“Fuck me, Chris, just fuck me. I need a cock, your cock. Just fuck me!”
He obliged, pressing further in, his cock sliding inside her, filling her as he pressed forward. She bounced her ass off the floor, drawing him into her, groaning as she felt his balls swing against her ass.
“You are so fucking tight! Unbelievable!”
She clenched her pussy muscles around him, wringing a groan, and then he started to slide out again. Almost all the way out, then he pushed in again, going slowly, gently, taking his time and allowing her to get used to the sensation of his cock filling her. He repeated the process and she reached up, wrapping her arms around his back. Careful not to dig her nails into his back, she clutched him to her.
“Harder. Fuck me harder. I won’t break.”
His mouth descended on hers, no longer the gentle kiss, this one far more demanding. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue go where his cock had been earlier. She bucked against him as his pace increased, his cock thrusting into her with more and more power. She could feel the way the carpet was scratching at her back as each thrust moved them a little bit further away from the couch. She was too turned on to worry about the pain from the carpet burns—she just hugged his body to her, wrapping both arms and legs around him as he fucked into her. Her heels crossed behind his back, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
As his tongue plundered her mouth, she was moaning deep in her throat, desperately trying not to claw his back, not wanting to give him anything to answer to his wife about. He remained a gentleman, taking his weight on his arms, although she wanted him to maul her breasts, leaving red finger marks on her tender skin to remember him by in the morning. He didn’t, though, just concentrated with a feline intensity on his thrusting. She stiffened as another orgasm shot through her and then allowed her legs to uncross and relax out to the sides. He’d pulled his tongue out and broke the kiss as she came, and she looked up at him through drowned eyes as her hips rose to meet every thrust.
His thrusts were speeding up and she quickened her own movements in response, greedily trying to lead him to giving her another, final, orgasm, but it was not to be. He stiffened and then pulled out, shooting a long spurt of his cum straight up across her belly. Another one followed, and then a third, each one decreasing in intensity. The fourth and fifth couldn’t really be called spurts, just mere dribbles that splattered down
on her wet pussy as he sat back up.
As he sat back, she lifted herself to her elbows, looking down at the mess he’d made on her skin.
“Sorry, didn’t want to…you know…in case…should have checked.”
She allowed herself a tiny smile. “You’d have been safe.”
“Should have asked first, sorry.”
She tried not to shrug. Now her back was off the carpet the tiny abrasions from the fibers were starting to make themselves felt.
“I guess I’d better be…”
She nodded. He had a wife to get home to. She was already home, her husband somewhere in the sky over Texas or even south of the border by now.
It was an anti-climax as she watched him scramble back into his clothes and then he crouched next to her. “You okay?”
“Sure.” Her smile was warmer, more genuine, because that’s how she truly felt.
He kissed her, a mere brush of his lips against hers.
“Thank you for the Sir Galahad act tonight. It was appreciated.”
“No problem. I couldn’t leave you naked on the dance floor like that. With your body, there’d have been a riot.”
She chuckled and watched through half-closed eyes as he headed for the door. A brief wave and the door clicked shut behind him.
For a moment she lay there then pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her back was sore from the carpet burns, so she rose to her feet. Although it had already gone midnight, she needed a bath—not so much to get clean, as to heal the pinpricks of pain from the carpet.
As she made sure the door was locked and switched off the lights, she couldn’t help thinking about many of her more recent escapades.
Okay, Max had got off on them, and at the time she’d enjoyed them. But, now, rather than an afterglow after this latest one, she somehow felt sordid. She nodded to herself. Maybe this wasn’t the lifestyle she wanted, after all.
Bonus Story - Julia’s Island