Attraction

by Linn Young

  Almost driven insane with Riley’s dirty talk, Heron lunged towards her and tried to capture her lips, desperate to feed the hunger that she was creating inside him. She pulled back her head, a bewitching smile on her lips, her tongue running teasingly over them. Gently, she pushed him back in his seat, her hand gently stroking his penis.

  “Do you think I’ll be able to fit my mouth over you, hmmm?” she asked, her eyes wide disingenuously. She leaned into him again to flick her tongue over his lips then drew back before he could capture her mouth, as she knew he was desperate to.

  Riley slowly lowered her mouth to the long penis with its large bulbous head, and opened it wide in order to fit it over the head.

  Heron felt the tip of his penis being enclosed tightly by her hot mouth, and the pleasure was so intense that it was almost debilitating, and he experienced something he had never experienced before during sex. He felt completely vulnerable, exposed. He was wildly afraid that she was creating an unfamiliar craving in him that only she could satisfy.

  He pressed the intercom. His teeth were clenched as he struggled to issue an order to his driver. “Dustin, why don’t we take the scenic route to my parents’ house.”

  There was a slight pause. “Very good, sir.”

  Heron sank further down in his seat, and as he did so, his hand pressed a lever on the door handle making the solid divider between the driver and passenger go up. Barely able to breath, his head fell back on the seat, his eyes closed as Riley took him deeper into her mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

  Because of his size, both in length and width, Riley could only manage to get the first few inches of him in her mouth. He pulled back Riley’s long hair so that he could watch her lips sliding up and down on him, smearing her red lipstick on his penis. When Heron felt himself on the verge of exploding, he pushed Riley on her back on the seat, pushed her skirt up to her waist. He saw that she was wearing stockings with black satin garters over black lacy panties. For a few seconds, he struggled to undo the garters so that he could push the panties down off her legs. He parted Riley’s legs and plunged his length inside her. Both gave sharp groans. Riley wriggled her hips as he lunged forward again. After a few more strokes, both came with loud cries of pleasure, their lips meeting hungrily.

  As both came down from their climaxes, Heron pushed the angora sweater up over Riley’s breasts, and undid the front clasp of her bra, and her full globes spilled into his hands. As he fondled them, he was caught by the image of her generous breasts with their large dark nipples being framed by the fluffy pink angora of the sweater, and he was hard again.

  Riley opened her drowsy eyes when he began to move inside her. She moaned in protest at first, but she could feel her loins tightening again. She looked down, following where his eyes were fixated, and saw her large breasts poking out from beneath her angora sweater, her nipples hard and sticking up at him in invitation. Like a true wanton, her eyes narrowed as they watched her lover rut between her thighs, her sensuous lips full and parted, she cupped her breasts and lifted them in a taunting offering to Heron for him to feast on.

  Heron’s eyes dilated, his face went dark in a savage mask. And Heron began to fuck Riley harder and faster. He bent his head and filled his mouth with her breast that she offered and suckled deeply in time with his rutting. She arched beneath him, clenched her hands in his dark hair as they moved together again.

  Up in the driver seat, Dustin was pulling the limousine up to the front of Wait’s mansion. Looking a little uncomfortable, he stepped out of the car, went around to the passenger side. But, instead of opening the door, he turned his back to the car and stood there, trying hard not to listen to the faint sounds of groans that were coming from within the car.

  The front door opened and the butler of the mansion walked towards him. He frowned at Dustin, wondering why he was just standing beside the car. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Dustin shook his head and put his fingers to his lips. The butler looked impatient, but then stilled when he heard the sounds from within the car. He gave Dustin a questioning look, and Dustin gave another small shake of his in assurance. Then the butler finally realized what was going on inside the car, looked shocked, then appalled. Dustin gave a slight shrug and continued to wait. The butler turned and went back inside the house.

  Inside the limousine, when their shudders and groans had subsided in the aftermath, Heron realized that the car wasn’t moving. He straightened in his seat and looked out the window. “Shit! We’re here.” He began to redo his clothes.

  Riley jerked up and saw that they had arrived at his parents’ house. “Oh, God, and I’m a total mess.” She began to frantically straighten her clothes. Then she began to root around in the car for tissues.

  Heron looked at her with impatience. “What are you looking for?”

  “Kleenex. Where are the Kleenex? Doesn’t this car have some? Why wouldn’t you be carrying something as necessary as Kleenex in your car,” she complained shrewishly.

  In the aftermath of their sex, now that the sexual need had passed, she was in an agitated mood, because she was no longer looking poised and polished as she had wanted to appear when seeing his parents. She cursed herself for the uncontrollability of her physical desire for Heron, and cursed him for making her want him so much, no matter where they were.

  Heron said, “I never needed them before.”

  “Well, it’s unnatural for any car to be without tissues, especially when you escort all these women around.”

  “Most women I escort I usually don’t end up fucking in this car.”

  “You need to get your butler to buy some tissues next time he goes to the store,” Riley said.

  Heron rebuttoned his shirt and ran his hand through his mussed up hair. “Yeah, I’ll get Canton right on that and include it on his grocery list, so that I’m prepared next time I turn this car into a sex-mobile and that it is fully equipped, Kleenex and all.”

  Riley searched desperately around the car and spotted the cloth of silk triangle sticking out of his breast pocket of his suit jacket. Before Heron could guess her intention, she plucked the cloth out of the suit and began to wipe herself. When she cleaned herself up the best she could, she put the wet cloth in Heron’s hands and began to pull up her stockings and re-hook them.

  Heron looked at the cloth. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

  Riley redid her bra and straightened her sweater. “Take it to the dry cleaner.”

  Both straightened their appearance to the best of their ability. They stepped out of the car, their expressions calm and benign.

  “Ah, good, you have arrived,” Alana greeted them once they entered the house. “Hello, Riley. It’s very good to see you again. And, I must, say, I’m quite pleased with the circumstances under which we meet tonight.” Heron’s mother ignored the outstretched hand that Riley proffered and gave her a hearty hug. “You look as lovely as I remember you looking. Even lovelier.”

  Alana then threw her arms around Heron. “Heron, darling, as always, you don’t call your parents enough. Why is it that if I want to see you, I have to issue practically a military order for you to come?”

  When she pulled back she gave him a closer look. “There’s something different about you.”

  She saw that her oldest son appeared a bit out of sorts, not at all looking his usual impeccably well-groomed self. His hair looked as if he had hastily ran his hand through it, his tie was askew, a tiny spot of red lipstick on his shirt collar, and his eyelids were lowered as if he was holding back a secret. Or because he was sated. Alana turned her attention to Riley, who was standing a few feet away, trying to feign a certain insouciance that she couldn’t quite pull off. Then Alana saw that the lipstick that the younger woman wore was the same shade as the lipstick that was on her son’s collar. She also could see faintly reddish burn marks on Riley’s face and neck, and the light gray eyes were also heavy.

  Alana looked at her son, then to Riley, then back to Heron
. “How was the traffic? I bet it was murder. Is that why you’re nearly thirty minutes late?” She turned her eyes to Riley.

  The look that Alana gave Riley was so direct and sincere with genuine interest that when she opened her mouth, the lie stuck in her throat. “Uh…I guess…”

  “It’s alright, Riley. It’s okay to let my mother know that the traffic held us up, ” Heron said dryly.

  “Yes, it did,” she said with a weak smile. “It was the traffic that delayed us.”

  Alana gave a cool little smile. “Yes, of course it was.”

  Roy appeared with a tray of drinks. “Well, here’s something to unwind you two.”

  Riley said, “Uh, actually, if I could freshen up a bit…”

  Alana gave her a knowing look. “Of course, my dear. Heron, why don’t you show your guest to one of the guests’ bathroom. Oh, and, Heron, you might want to freshen up, yourself.”

  Heron gave his mother a dirty look before walking Riley down the hall, while his mother watched them with a speculative look in her eye.

  Roy picked up a martini from the tray and drank half of it down. “What are you up to, Alana-girl.?”

  “Do you know what those two were doing in the car before they came in?”

  “Of course I do. I saw the lipstick on our boy’s collar, too. But that gives you no right to torment the poor boy.”

  “I have every right to torment my own children as I please. Several hours of labor with each and every one of them gives me that right,” Alana told him haughtily. “Especially when it is for their own good.”

  Emerging from the ladies’ bathroom, Riley certainly felt much more refreshed and comfortable, having washed the stickiness from her private areas. She was able to be much more at ease and social with her hosts when she emerged from the bathroom.

  When she walked back into the parlor room, she stood there for an uncertain moment, not quite knowing what she should do. Alana was on the phone, and Heron and his father were having a quiet discussion, more likely about business, across the room. Riley began to examine some of the family photographs that were along the walls.

  From across the room, heavy into the discussion of a business contract with Roy, Heron absently turned his head and was caught by the sight of her in her pin-striped skirt and pink agora sweater. Without realizing it, his eyes stayed on her profile which afforded to his male eyes the side view of her breasts, which were protruding generously beneath the fluffy pink. The hard sexual glint came into his eyes as they slowly ran down her skirt and down the slender length of her shapely legs.

  Without thinking, and forgetting that that his father was still talking to him, Heron turned away and was about to head towards Riley. He stopped when he saw his mother take Riley’s arm in a cozy, friendly manner and pull her aside.

  Behind Riley’s back, Alana and Roy exchanged looks.

  Alana carried on a conversation that was light and breezy, telling Riley about an antique shop or a boutique she had discovered, or regaling about the few social committees that she was on and the little squabbles and mishaps among the members who fought over who was going to chair a particular project or who’s turn it was to host the luncheon meeting, and, according to Alana, generally behaved no better than six year olds fighting over who was going to be the milk monitor.

  A few times, Alana would make Riley laugh, and the light, rich sound would reach Heron from across the room, making him turn his head and watch her until his father gently pulled him back into their conversation.

  After dinner, the deserts and aperitifs were served in the parlor room. Again, Alana kept Riley close to her side, maintaining a distance between them and the two men.

  “You know, Riley, I’m so thrilled that your sister married my son. Heron would never have done for her. I think we all knew that from the beginning, except poor Heron. She’s a much a better fit for Tanner than for my oldest son. And I have to admit that Robbie is the best thing that could have happened to Tanner. I’ve never seen him happier.”

  “Yes, I think, they’re perfect for each other.”

  “That’s why Heron’s father and I couldn’t be happier with this latest development in Heron’s life.”

  “What development is that?”

  “Why, you and Heron, of course.”

  Riley’s hand froze on her desert fork. “I hate to disappoint you and your husband, but there really isn’t any development of Heron and I, Mrs. Wait.”

  “Oh, please, do call me Alana. I’ve a feeling that you and are going to be quite close,” Alana said cozily. “Then, exactly what is between you and my son, if you don’t mind my asking?”

  “Uh…uh…,” was all Riley could manage. How could she tell Alana that it was just sex between her and her son. She couldn’t tell a mother that she was having a very torrid and physical affair with her son. “We never really planned for this to happen…”

  “What is happening, then?”

  “Well…things, you know. We don’t really see each other a lot, because we both have such demanding careers. And when we do get together, there really isn’t anything between us that you might say is of any importance. I mean we’re not really having a relationship, your son and I…We’re just…I mean, we don’t plan for things between us to go on much further than…”

  “Riley, are you trying to tell me that there’s only sex between you and Heron?”

  Riley blushed. “Well…Yes. When both of us fell into this affair, neither one of us had really planned it to happen…”

  “And, yet, it did happen,” Alana pointed out reasonably.

  “But neither one of us expect it to go any further than where it is now. I mean, Heron and I are adults, and neither of one of us have expectations from the other. I’m afraid Heron and I aren’t all that emotionally involved with one another, and there aren’t really any reasons why we should be.”

  Alana sipped her brandy. “So, you’re saying that there’s no possibility that there could be anything more than just sex between you and my son. But why? Why should it seem impossible to you that love could not grow between you two?”

  “Mrs…Alana, there has to be some measure of feelings on both parties for that to happen.”

  Alana laid down on the coffee table in front of Riley a newspaper that was folded to a photograph. It took Riley a few seconds to realize that it was Heron who was kissing the woman’s shoulder and it was her shoulder that he was kissing.

  “I wonder who took that? I didn’t know there were any photographers at the auction,” Riley commented irrelevantly.

  “Gossip mongers are everywhere. But the man in that picture doesn’t appear to be lacking in any feelings for the woman.”

  Riley stared at the passion that was so obvious in both her and Heron’s faces in the photograph. “But this doesn’t really mean anything. We were…just kissing, not unlike any other man and woman who were foolish enough to forget themselves while in public.”

  “I have never known my son to forget himself in public, much less display any kind of inappropriate behavior in public.”

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Wait, for the spectacle that your son and I…”

  “I don’t care about that. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is that I see my son in that picture looking very enthralled with the woman who he is kissing. I know for a fact that my son has never been enthralled with any woman, or has looked at a woman the way he is looking at you in the photograph.”

  “I wouldn’t take anything by it, Mrs…Alana. It was just the moment.”

  “You mean that there’s no way that Heron could come to love you?”

  “Yes, I’m afraid that is what I’m saying.”

  “Then why is it that my son can barely take his eyes off you all this evening? He can’t, you know. Haven’t you noticed the way his eyes follow you everywhere you go?”

  “No, I haven’t really noticed…”

  “And it’s obvious that he cannot keep his hands off you, either, whether i
n public or when he gets you alone inside the privacy of a chauffered limousine.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “Come now, my dear, you don’t really think I wouldn’t have guessed what went on between you two on your drive over here?”

  Riley blushed violently to the roots of her hair, remembering just how aggressively wanton she had been in her sexual seduction with Heron in the car, cutting down with feminine ruthlessness his indignant but desperate resistance. She remembered how her legs had draped over his hips while he plunged over and over inside her, and how she had lifted her breasts up to him with her own hands, instinctually moving to pull him tighter into her sensual web.

  And now, she was sitting next to his mother, acting as if nothing so sordid happened between her and her son, and that everything was above board between them.

  “Oh,” Riley said wanly. “I didn’t think we were that obvious.”

  “I know my son. But my question to you is how do you feel about Heron?”

  Riley began to fidget on the couch, growing uneasy. “Your son is quite attractive…”

  “I already know that, my dear. –Riley, are you in love with my son?”

  Riley’s face turned sheet white. “How did you…” The, she caught herself, regained her composure, shutters coming down over her eyes. “No, of course not. Like I said, Alana, there’s nothing really serious between your son and I. –Excuse me, but I do need to go to the ladies’ room again.”

  Riley carefully set down her desert plate and brandy and walked out of the room. Alana remained where she was seated, having her coffee, looking content if a little curious while watching Riley’s retreating back.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  For the next few weeks, Riley and Heron continued with their affair as they had been, seeing each other one or two times in a week when their work allowed them. Then the few weeks became a couple of months, with little change in their mostly sexual relationship.