by Mia Moore
She flings the towel on the bed, and hair hanging in wet ringlets on her neck, she slips into the dress. It’s got a flouncy skirt and is pretty low cut, barely hiding her nipples. But the best part is, it’s the only thing she’s wearing—no panties. Yes, I think I’ll be fixing more than a leaky faucet.
I cram the last of the cereal into my mouth and head to the bathroom for a shower. As I pass the mirror over the sink, I stop. The right side of my face jumps out at me like I’m seeing it for the first time. Maybe I’m seeing it through Claire’s eyes. The pale skin shines grotesquely, tight lines scissor the cheek, next to a paper thin pinched nostril. The brown iris of my eye seems to pop, given that my eyelashes and eyebrow are gone. Half of my scalp shows like cold oatmeal with only the stump of my ear left. Oh yes, I’ve got dark wavy hair on my left side, that girls would give their eye teeth for, but the other side, only a few thin strands survived.
The knit hat covers most of it, but still too much of my face shows. I grab the hooded army sweatshirt hanging on the back of the door and slip it on. With the hood covering my head, pulled forward, I turn my head inside the worn fleece. From this angle, the bad side is almost completely hidden and what shows is in shadow. I’ll wear this for my visit with Claire.
I throw it off and turn the shower on; making sure it’s cool, before stepping in. Thank God, my body never got burned in the explosion. At least I can walk and get around, unlike some of the other schmucks who came home. I just need to camouflage the face. Shit, who’s kidding who? I need to hide it. I finish lathering and rinse off.
Ten minutes later, in my good jeans and hoodie, I race up the stairs, tool box in hand. Not even breathing heavy despite the chubby between my legs, I tap lightly on the wooden door of 4A—an optimistic four beat rhythm of knocks. When it opens, she’s smiling, face a little flushed.
“Hi Mike. Come in.” Her voice bathes me, deep and sultry as a summer evening. When she steps back to let me in, she leans on the edge of the door, soft, overflowing breasts pressed forward.
“Hi Claire. This is a good time for you, I hope? You never said— ”
“It’s perfect. Gerald has left for the office, and there’s just you, me and …what I need fixed.” She slides a manicured hand over my shoulder and shuts the door.
Just that brief caress and my cock is rock hard almost at my waistband, pushing at the coarse cotton. When she slips by me, her gaze drops and lingers on the bulge. Holding my breath, I watch her hand rise, placing the tip of her pinky finger between pearly teeth. Slowly, her gaze travels from my junk, over the loose green sweatshirt to look into my eyes.
“It’s in here. Oh, but you know that already don’t you?” The hem of the skirt flirts with her tanned bare thighs, as she walks to the bathroom.
Oh God. My heart pops up into my throat for just a moment. But there’s no way she’d know I had the place wired. Super! She meant I’d know because I’m the Super.
“Yeah, I know this building like the back of my hand. All the apartments are laid out the same, except they’re mirror images.” I’m prattling, hardly able to think as I watch her.
She’s in the bathroom, standing next to the vanity, her finger rimming the edges of the chrome water spout, the small pink pad now glistening and wet. She holds her finger in front of my face. “See? It’s wet even though the tap is off.”
Fuck, I want to lick her finger, take it into my mouth but instead I find the words to mumble a reply. “It may be leaking underneath as well. I’d better take a look.” I open the vanity door and squat down on my haunches, looking at the copper pipes, ostensibly checking them. She’s standing about a foot away from me, her perfumed body infusing the air.
Oh God, when she steps close enough that her thigh brushes my shoulder, I almost lose it. My cock is almost painful; it’s so hard.
“There’s something else, I’d like you to look at, while you’re down there.” It’s almost a purr, kind of like Sarge, turning so that her ass rests against the edge of the vanity. Ruby fingernails claw the skirt, drawing it up an inch at a time until it bunches above her pussy. Rising on the toe of one foot, she lifts her ass onto the top of the marble surface. With the grace of a ballerina, her leg bends, lifting her foot and placing it on my shoulder.
Holy fuck! I look up. Her eyes are almost closed, craving—bedroom eyes. I shut the door of the cabinet and almost dive to the banquet waiting for my tongue. This is waaay better than I could have ever hoped for. Her deep red woman lips are like petals of a flower, sweet nectar glistening in the center, perfume and musk fill my nostrils before salty, sweetness rolls over my tongue.
“Oh yeah, Mike. Just like that. Lick me.” She opens even wider, tilting her pelvis upward.
I pull back and place my fingers on each side of her furrow, pressing them outward. There it is, the small dark mound of flesh that will drive her wild. Using just the tip of my tongue, I circle around it, teasing her a little.
“Come on…please.” Her ass tightens and she squirms, aiming, trying to connect my tongue with her clit.
It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted pussy and there’s no way I’m going to rush this. With slow deliberation, I lick her clit from the underside to the top again and again. She moans, hips jerking each time I touch the sensitive tip. It’s almost like playing a violin and hitting the high notes, playing with her arousal.
My lips close around her little rosebud and I suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the top, making her gasp and buck into me. My fingers slide down in her slippery folds to her opening and enter her tight flesh. First two fingers, pumping in and out, spreading her juice to my other fingers.
“Yeah, fuck me with your hand. Oh God, you’re good at this. Your mouth sucking me…” Her voice rumbles from her throat, guttural and, deep.
All but the thumb of my hand is inside her, fingers scooping upward towards her pubic bone, in and out. Her slickness covers my mouth and hand as I lick her clit. She rocks into me, pelvis pumping spasmodically against my mouth, breath hissing when she comes. Her cunt clamps onto my hand and her legs are shaking. She almost screams her ecstasy.
One last spasm and her hand is on my head pushing me away. I grasp the edge of my hood, holding it, to keep it in place. She slides off the counter and bends over me, her hands caressing my back before urging me to my feet.
“Your turn. But let’s go in the bedroom.” Her voice and hand lead me to a room I’ve seen many times before. Except that now, I’m the star.
When she’s next to the king sized bed, she lifts her dress over her head and off. She’s Venus standing before me, golden hair, breasts full and high above the little mound of her tummy. I place my hands on her breasts, cupping the underside, my thumbs gliding over puckered nipples. I bend to take one in my mouth, licking it like chocolate, till it softens.
Her fingers unsnap my jeans, lower the zipper and push them down until my cock is freed. Oh God, her hand on my dick, rubbing softly up and down is heaven. She sinks to her knees in front of me, still playing with my cock, her tongue wetting parted lips. She continues stroking me as she looks at it.
“My oh my. It’s bigger than I would have thought. And believe me, I’ve thought about it. Tell me what you want me to do. Talk dirty. I like it when guys treat me like a slut.” She glances up and smiles but her eyes are mere slits.
“Suck it.” My voice is a growl.
She leans toward me, tongue extended and licks the head, probing into the slit. Pulling back, a viscous thread of pre-cum connects us. She looks up at me again. “That’s a start.”
“Suck my cock, you little cunt.” My fingers close around a handful of hair, pulling her mouth onto me.
I must have done what she wanted because she’s sucking and deep throating my cock like her life depends on it. Her tongue swirls over the head, right to the base and she burrows lower, taking one of my balls into her mouth.
“Oh Baby, that’s good. Yeah…now lick them.” Her hand continues to stroke me a
nd she twists her wrist, a trick I love. Her breath is hot and moist when she releases my nut and licks the sack. When her mouth slides higher and takes my cock deep into her throat, I groan and push into her, holding the back of her head. It’s such a hot sight, fucking her mouth, her eyes watering and throat almost bulging, I’m in her so deep.
“Get on the bed. I’m gonna fuck you doggy style.” I push her mouth off me. Grabbing her arm, I help her rise and nudge her onto the satin surface of the bed.
“Wait. Over here, so I can watch us in the mirror.” She moves to the end of the bed and climbs on.
There’s a wall of mirrors that’s caused me some headaches in the past when the lamp on the side table was lit. Sometimes the reflection of the light caused white outs in the camera lens. No matter, right now. I walk to the end of the bed, cock in hand, aiming at Claire’s glorious, white ass.
Oh God, she’s so wet, my cock glides in to the hilt. I glance to the side watching it withdraw and enter her repeatedly. My balls slap the back of her thighs each time I bury my shaft in her slippery flesh. Fuck this is sexy! Not only watching, but feeling the REAL thing. I tear my eyes away and look down at the perfect roundness of her ass, the tiny rosebud asshole winking up at me from between her cheeks.
“Play with your pussy. I want to see you come again.”
Her hand snakes between the bed and her belly, and onto her clit. She moans as her hand rubs and teases her love button.
“I’m gonna finger fuck your ass till you scream. Spread your cheeks, bitch.” I’m starting to get into the dirty talk she likes.
Her other hand sweeps back and pulls her ass cheek wide, inviting my touch. I place my finger on her asshole, rubbing, massaging my way in. Her moans are louder and she bucks faster under me.
“Yeah Mike…fuck all of me.”
“Do you have a vibrator?” Suddenly, my fingers pressing into her ass aren’t enough. I want to fill every inch of her.
“Oh God, yeah. Hang on.” She eases forward, releasing my cock and reaching for the drawer in her night table.
I know she has a vibrator--a big black one with four speeds that also does a funny little roll motion.
She slides back on the bed and hands it to me. I’ve heard her call it Black Beauty many times when she masturbates. She gets back on her hands and knees, arching her ass high, a willing target for my cock and the vibrator.
First things first. I pump my cock into her hot cunt, just as her hand resumes playing with her clit. After spitting on the vibrator and my fingers, I rub them on her asshole, while her hips sway.
“Fuck me, Mike.” It’s not a command; it’s a plea.
The head of the vibrator enters her ass and she almost screams in pain or pleasure. It doesn’t matter; I’m so fucking hot for this, I press it deeper into her. Oh God, I can actually feel the hardness of the vibrator on my cock. My finger slips, and the vibrator begins its rolling motion.
Claire is now beyond coherence, grunting each time I thrust my cock deep, swaying her ass as the vibrator rolls inside her. The slippery tightness on my cock…each undulation of the vibrator pressing down on it and then away…like a kiss…oh fuck, it’s nice… I can’t hold back….”FUCK…I’M COOOMMMINGGGGG!”
Ecstasy…fucking bliss and lust…spurting deep inside her sweet fuck hole…black vibrator fucking her ass…again… again…again legs quiver, thrusting, fucking, cock, cunt
“Ahhh…” A sigh deflating the swell of carnal lust fans from my lips, above the drumbeat in my chest.
The vibrator’s movement is now uncomfortable and I slide it out, letting it fall to the floor. I clutch Claire’s perfect ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh in my hands. Her shoulders rest on the bed, head turned to the side, eyes closed above lips that are loose and open.
“Claire. Fuck, that was good.” My cock slips from her, trailing a seam of cum onto my thigh.
“Oh God, yes.” She pushes her chest up and flips onto her back, higher on the bed.
Lying there, legs lolling outward, wet, glistening pussy and the heavy lidded look in her eyes…she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. A goddess that has my cock stirring again.
“You’re still wearing your sweater. It’s okay, Mike. You just fucked me like an animal…I think I can stand to see all of your face.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.
“I don’t know…I’d rather keep it on. Maybe someday.” Will there be another time with her or is this just a one off?
“At least take your pants off.” She rises and supports herself on her elbows, breasts hanging loose to the side. Her smile and the kindness in her eyes reassure me.
I kick my sneakers off and push the coarse denim down my thighs and calves. Wearing just my hoodie, I climb onto the bed and lay next to her, bad side pressed against the surface.
“You’re beautiful, Claire.” My hand slides across her silky tummy, up to her breast.
She turns to me and slides the zipper of my hoodie down. Her fingers comb through the hair on my chest, to my shoulder and then down my pecs. “You’ve got a nice body.” She leans over and tongues my nipple before she speaks again. “It was the war, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. But let’s not talk about it, okay?” Laying here with the first woman I’ve had in years that I wasn’t paying made war and injustice the last thing I want to discuss.
Oh my God, her lips are on my neck and coming closer to my face. She wants to kiss me?
I place my hand on her forehead and pull her face down to my chest. I can’t let her kiss me, not with half of my lip ripped up.
“It’s okay. I understand.” Her hand plays along my shoulder, inside the soft sweater and she lifts her head to look into my eyes, grinning. “We don’t need to kiss, but I have to say, your mouth felt just fine earlier, in the bathroom.”
“I liked it too. I’ll fix your plumbing anytime you want.” I pull her to me and hold her tight in my arms. God, I’ll sabotage the pipes and cause a flood for another morning like this. The sex was great but just holding her...well it’s been a long time since I did pillow talk, that soft sweetness between two people. It’s almost as nice as the sex.
“Mike…”
“Mmmm?” Her hair is soft as silk in my fingers as we lay there.
“We can do this again… But next time, maybe my husband can join us?” She pulls her head back to look at me.
My breath hitches in my throat. I know they’re swingers but I’m not supposed to know. “What?” I need to buy some time.
“Well…Gerald and I are pretty liberal in our sex lives…We like to have sex with other people.” Her voice has become girlish, flirty, while her fingers play with my nipple.
“I’d give my right hand for another time like this…here with you… But…well, I’m not comfortable with anyone else being here.” I’ve seen Gerald and Claire in action and it would be hot to join them, if things were different. “We can still do this again though, right?”
“Hmmm….that’s the thing. I usually never fuck anyone unless Gerald’s in the room. I love him and I’ll tell him all about this morning. He might be miffed but it’ll get him hot as well.” She pulls away and sits up. “Look, I hate to do this but, I’ve got an appointment I have to get ready for.”
The gulf between us grows at the speed of light.
“Sure thing.” I get out of bed and reach for my jeans.
“Too bad you feel the way you do. You’re a nice guy and a threesome would be really hot. If you ever change your mind, you know where we are.” She smiles, but there’s sadness in her eyes.
“And if YOUR tap ever needs fixing, you know where I am.” I pull my pants on and begin to leave. “Actually, I’ll put a new washer on the faucet later today when you’re gone.”
“Thanks. See you later, Mike.” Her voice drifts to the living room which I cross in just a few strides.
I should have known better than to think that there’d be anything more than this. Claire is nice but she loves her husband and in he
r own way, she’s faithful to him. At least she’s honest about what she wants. I’ve got to respect that. It’s just not what I want.
Chapter 8
God, that was good. I’m not racing down the stairs now. My knees are shaky from the sex with Claire. Surprising that when she came she screamed. I’d hoped it would be quiet like when she masturbated; that would have meant it was special.
Oh my God. She had screamed. Did the new tenant below hear it? I round the corner of the stairs and race through the door into the basement. At the door of my apartment, fumbling with the key. “Fuck. Get in there.” I fling the door wide and then slam it shut in my haste to get to the monitor. I know I promised myself I wouldn’t spy on her but I’ve got to know. Is she masturbating, like she did when she heard Amanda?
I move the mouse and click to go full screen on Tara’s bedroom. Holy fuck! She’s laying naked, face down on the bed. Her knees are bent just a little, thighs holding her ass a few inches off the bed, but it’s the way that she rocks up and down that’s got me interested. Once more I click the mouse bringing the camera’s focus entirely on her body.
What is that red thing under her butt cheeks? I lean closer, click the mouse, bringing the focus on her ass. It’s a shiny red dildo that she rises and falls on, pushing downward to take every thick inch in. The muscles of her ass tighten like a guy fucking a woman, almost that hollow at the side of her cheeks.
The fact that her face is hidden, along with her breasts makes it more erotic. There’s no sound, no moaning or heavy breathing, not even a glimpse of her pussy lips and clit—just her flesh invaded by the red cock, dark pussy hair framing it. Not even her asshole can be seen as she fucks the dildo. What is she thinking of right now? My romp with Claire got her fired up.
