“It’s not even late yet” I heard Edgar’s voice from my right hand side.
“Yes, I don’t even feel sleepy at all. Do you want to see the other one?” I asked, referring to another movie.
“Of course, that would be great. Maybe this one would take the both of us to sleep like these two” he chuckled.
I laughed as I got up and walked 0ver to the drawer in the front where the stack of movies were and started searching through the pile. I bent over to make things easier for me, but then something caught my eye. The glass drawer was reflective at the top, and shaped in a way that gives you an almost mirror like view. Although the room was dark, I was still able to see Edgar staring at me as I was bent over. The light from the television was what made him visible in the darkness. I chuckled in my head. He was so naughty. If only he knew how much I wanted him; he would just ask instead of going through the stress. Finally, that was my green light. I quickly formulated a plan in my head.
**
My plan for Edgar was finally ready to be executed. There was a garden outside the house and I pointed out that it needed some taking care of. Lucy agreed to that and we decided to split the work for that Saturday. Edgar and I were to weed the garden and plant some new seeds while Ethan and Lucy went out to get some items for the home. All I had t0 do was wait for the perfect time.
Ethan and Lucy had gone shopping for groceries and some other household items. That lovely Saturday morning, while the birds chirped and the sun had just begun to shine, Edgar and I worked in the garden outside. While I trimmed the flowers, Edgar planted seeds and put fertilizer in the ground. I quickly finished my work so that I won’t miss the glorious opportunity.
"Need some help over there?" I said, not really interested in his answer. I just wanted him to know that I was coming over.
"Err... No, I got this." He said.
I wore a short free light blue skirt that did very little to cover my laps. I knew he liked my thighs very much from the intermittent glances he threw at them. I walked over to where he was planting and took some seeds. He just looked at me and said nothing. If only he knew what I had planned down for him.
I went right in front of him and bent down to plant the seeds. I knew my skirt had gone up and he could at least see the bottom of my butt cheeks, held tightly by my white panties.
Even if we were outdoors, I could hear his breathing stop. I moved further forward and continued to plant, tormenting him on purpose. The wind blew and lifted the hem of my skirt and I could hear him gulp. I knew my fair smooth ass cheeks were a sight to behold. He could only imagine touching them, squeezing them, spraying his thick cum all over them. I felt his eyes on me.
Just as I turned back, he looked away like a shy child who had been caught starring at a girl he had a crush on. I smiled at him and quickly asked for more seeds.
"I want your seeds. Give me your seed" I told him teasingly.
He dipped his hand in the bowl and walked up to me, partly bending, refusing to stand straight up. I knew he was trying to hide his bulging crotch. He quickly dropped the seeds in my palm and started to head back.
"Do you want to splatter your seeds all over me?" I asked with a smirk.
He gave me a puzzled look... Almost like he was catching on to what I was doing.
"Err... No. Sorry." He said.
I was just beginning. I was going to make him beg.
After we were done, I decided to wash my hands and an idea hit me out of the blue.
"Hey... Edgar; could you come pour some of this water on my hands… I don’t want to stain the container and since you have already washed your hands, it's best you help me." I told him.
He reasoned with me and came over.
As he stood in front of me, I stretched out my hand and bent down a bit. He began to pour the water. I bent down even more, allowing my T-shirt to drop, revealing my braless breasts to him. I could feel his eyes all over my boobs.
He just kept on pouring the water even after my hands were well washed. The water got finished and he was still pouring, his eyes transfixed at the sight in front of him.
“Edgar” I called out to him after we had finished in the garden. We both needed to have our bath next after such sweaty…hard… work. “Could I use your shower? I think ours is broken. It isn’t spraying water the way I like it” I said.
“Err… Of course; just be quick; you know Lucy would soon be home. I don’t want her getting the wrong ideas”
“Sure” I said.
Chapter 4
I stepped into Edgar and Lucy’s room and took off my T-shirt, allowing it fall on the floor right underneath my frame. I moved towards the bathroom, taking off my skirt and letting it fall off too. Then, right at the entrance of the bathroom, I took of my panties, forming a trail with the other pieces of clothing. I turned on the shower and basked in the coolness of the water cascading like the lustful springs in Amazon forests. I let the water slowly wash my off the dirt on my skin... If only it could wash off the ones in my mind, because what I was about to do to this man was just so naughty.
Even with the water pouring over my head, I heard the door click and push open. My heart skipped. I could sense Edgar taking in the view of the trail I had left for him. My legs quaked and shook like some underground bombs were going off. They shook like leaves in a windy garden. I had purposely left a crack in the door, not closing it fully, and prayed for the god of seduction to answer my prayers. He did.
The room had two windows. One was directly opposite the bathroom door and the other closely on its right side. I had slid the one on the right open in hope that the breeze coming through might do its magic.
And oh... how it felt like magic when I heard the first creaking sound. The door joyously cranked open as the wind blew and relaxed back after a while. This was going to be fun, I thought. As the jets of water hit my skin, goose bumps began to form in anticipation. I crossed both hands on my neck in a self-hug and slowly ran them down, brushing ever so gently on my nipples. A shudder ran through my veins and rested deep in my honey pot.
I turned off the shower and walked toward the bath tub, sat on the side and closed my eyes. I kept my knees closed, only playing with my breasts and running my hands down the length of my body as I toweled off. The moans naturally started to escape my lips, amplified by the coolness of the bathroom. I stretched my hands and took a bottle of olive oil, dropped sizeable spurts on my palms and rubbed them together.
The door creaked open again and I saw Edgar sitting on the bed from the corner of my eye. I hoped he was seeing me. I gently began to rub the oil on my arms and then my neck, down to my ample breasts. I cupped them, massaging the twins in the softness of my palms, and then I closed my eyes to savor the moment and also give Edgar the chance to look.
I opened my eyes, making sure not to look directly at the door. I stared into oblivion but took a peek from one side of my eye and discovered that Edgar had moved his position. He was now directly in front of me, still on the bed, but now looking away like nothing was going on. I giggled in my mind, almost chortling outward, but I knew I had to hold that.
I closed my eyes again, and ran my hands down my sides, letting my breasts come into full view before I packed them again from below, running my fingers about the nipples and slightly pinching my tips. I let out an involuntary moan. It was quite loud. I was sure he heard that.
I could feel him get up from the bed now. His shadow no longer peered in through the half open door. I was wondering where he went when I felt him return. He was back, right at the same position. I was curious. I wanted to know what he was doing. Why did he leave before?
Stylishly, I looked away and cracked my eyes open one more time just to catch a glimpse of him. What I saw almost made me squeak in amusement. There was Edgar, with a small face mirror, sitting on a plastic chair backing me. He was checking his beards. Really; checking his beards?
It was too much for me already. I wanted to tease him a bit more. I knew he
was watching me, so I parted my legs and ran my oil down into my thighs. As I caressed my thighs, I spread my legs farther... allowing my shaved pussy come into full view. I suddenly heard a smashing sound. Something had broken... I got the urge to open my eyes, but I did not. I knew what it was. The mirror had fallen from his hand.
Just a few seconds later, I heard the door open and close once more. I opened my eyes and discovered Edgar was no longer in the room. A chuckle escaped my lips; but just then I heard the sound of my Ethan’s car. He and Lucy were back. I immediately finished up and rushed out of the room in a towel, picking my clothes from the ground as I left.
**
The weekend moved quickly and Edgar and I acted like nothing had happened. I knew that he totally knew what I was up to. It was Monday and everybody was out of the house except me. I had to find a job to keep me really soon, I thought as I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my body and water glistening over my naked skin. The mirror took in the entire of my frame as I stared intently at it, perusing through the features of my face.
I bit my lip and shrugged as thoughts of my little tease entertained my bored to death mind.
The silent knock on the door took me out of reverie as I finished brushing my hair. I was already dressed in a green knee length flower dress that rhymed well with my fair skin color. I waltzed out of my room and wagged down the stairs like an Olympic athlete, well, with little extra pounds of flesh.
"Yes? Who's there?" I said loudly as I approached the door.
"It's me honey." the masculine voice rang from the other side of the door.
"What?" I muttered to myself.
It was unlike any of the men to be home by this time. It was just a couple of minutes after twelve o'clock and he was home already? Was everything okay? A variety of thoughts flashed through my mind as I reached to open the door. I imagined it was Ethan, but his voice sounded a bit different. It was probably Edgar who thought I was Lucy. Maybe he had no idea that she had gone to attend their daughter's PTA. As I thought of the possibility that it might be Edgar, my heart raced and my legs shook. And Edgar it was.
"Hey, you are home early." I said.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were my wife. And yes, I decided to have some rest. There's this biting headache that was in my head, but I feel relieved already being home." he smiled.
"That's great. I wish Ethan could take some time off once in a while too" I returned his smile, keeping my gaze on his eyes.
I watched as he took dominant strides to his room, perusing through each movement and imagining the strength of his muscles on top me. I knew then that I had to make my move... this could not have been a coincidence. He was never home this early. He definitely knew Lucy was not home and that we would have the house to ourselves. My little tease worked after all. I had just about three hours so I decided to have another shower just to be as fresh as possible. Walk, run, jump and… I was under the shower. I let the water splash over every corner of my body as I tried to calm my nerves.
I dressed provocatively in a pink dress that barely reached my knee and applied light make up. I felt like a slut, but I had no hint of guilt in my heart... only uncertainty. I got bolder as I applied final touches to my look and left the room. His room was right in my sight now, yet I was nervous. I took two steps further, and then came to a skeptical halt. I hit my forefinger on the base of my chin, tapping it ever so slightly as I stared blankly at the door in front of me. It was now or never... I knocked.
His eyes came open and he looked at me, quite confused. And then I planted a kiss on his lips. He still looked confused, like he was still unsure. But I was about to change that. I dropped the straps of my dress and kept my gaze on her eyes as my dress fell to the floor. I saw his eyes drop to my firm breasts and incredible figure. I walked away slowly into the shower, leaving the door open.
Chapter 5
I let the water run on my hair, down my body and to my toes. I waited for Edgar’s entrance but it soon started to seem like he was taking too long. My mind drifted and I thought about my husband, Brian. I imagined there was another woman doing this to him right there, teasing him and making him feel helpless. He was a handsome man and his wife was far away. Surely, he needed someone to satisfy his needs. At this point, I guess I would forgive him if I found out that he has been with another woman or women. Just as I looked back at the door, my heart skipped. Edgar was already standing by the door, staring at me with lust in his eyes. He had caught me off my guards and even if I was the one that started this, it was beginning to seem like he would be the one to finish it.
He was not only standing there. He was standing there fully naked. I glared at his nice build... the fair color of his skin perfectly accentuated his nearly flat belly, his broad shoulders and arms were simply a beauty to behold and his well carved manhood was the icing on the cake. How I loved this man’s body. His dick was facing me, as if it was telling me "I am coming you get you… yes, you."
He stepped into the bathroom without warning or permission and came straight for my lips. I did not resist. He grabbed me by the arm, our bodies colliding as his head descended. His mouth crushed against mine, muffling any sound that would have come out of my mouth. I gave in to the temptation of his kisses, letting him invade the depths of my mouth. His tongue swept over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open even more. We kissed under the shower, his hand going over my behind. He squeezed it softly, and I heaved diacritic rhythm each time he squeezed.
Then he became bellicose and more aggressive, pressing hard into me and devouring every essence of my soul. He outstretched his left hand and turned off the shower. We smooched while water dripped from our skins, creating so much heat that the wetness on our bodies began to dry. I started to feel that moistness again... distinctive from the water that wet my skin… far different; far thicker. He carried me into his arms and took me into the bedroom, staring deep into my eyes, piecing my inner self with his glare before placing me on the bed. He got on me and wasted no time in placing a finger in me... Deep inside me, and then he started searching for something with it. I was immerses in pleasure, that dauntless creature came back into me, and I whispered "put it in me".
He obliged.
He directed his hardness to graze my orifice... But he did not go in. He was going to punish me for my earlier tease. I had brought this upon myself. I felt his manhood jerking over my lips. I wanted to beg... beg him to put it in, but words failed me. I was so wet, I was sure my vagina would expand large enough to fit a reading lamp. I caught his stare once again... He grinned. I was expectant. Then out of the blue, he thrust deep inside me. I yelped.
“You tease” He said as he pounded deep into me.
“I am going to fuck you so hard” he said, still jamming his huge erection into my pussy and making me scream at the top of my voice in pleasure. He continued to fuck me like his life depended on it. Oh my… it was just as good as I had imagined. He rammed deep into me, saying the dirtiest of words into my ears, turning me on even more. I started to feel like a little whore. But was I not?
He pounded me until we both came in the passion of love making and lay wasted on the bed. We dozed off for a while but when I woke up, I wanted more. I cuddled him like a child, transferring his heat into my own system and enjoying the hardness of his body. He rubbed his hand down my back, pressing hard at my flesh like a massage. I liked the feel of his hand on me. I sighed in pleasure, urging him to continue. He held me by my arm and pushed me back a bit. I feared he was about to break it off, but he only created enough space for him to plant a kiss on my lips. I melted in the taste of his mouth and responded with alacrity. I could smell our love soaring in the air, and filling the atmosphere with its unique fragrance. I bit his lip gently before twisting my tongue around his briefly, then allowing him take control again. While we kissed, he continued rubbing his hand up and down my back.
I traced my hand down his chest through his belly and held his cock. It was hard alrea
dy. Melody to my ears!
I heard him groan in my mouth as I squeezed the tip, obviously sending a sensation up his spine. He took his hand to my breast and caressed it. Edgar sucked on my hard nipples while I moaned in pleasure. It was always a delight to have his moist and hot tongue hovering over my areolas. I felt the cries of joy from within my soul. Nothing was going to spoil my fun for the night. I was going to fuck this man so well this night, he would forget to go to work the next day. While I enjoyed the sensations he was giving me up there, I suddenly felt his hand go underneath, brushing against my soft trimmed public hair till it grazed my clit. Oh God! It felt so heavenly. I gasped below my breath, forgetting everything I knew. I regained my memory when he slid a finger into me.
'Ooh' I moaned in affirmation of the fact that he had done something right. He moved his finger in zigzag rhythmically in my pussy while I tried hard not to faint from excitement. But that was not all… oh no, not yet. He positioned himself on top of me but changed his mind. He lifted my legs and pushed my knees to my belly, exposing the fullness of my pussy to his perusing eyes. He seemed to like it that way. I watched his cock jerk up and down, ready to penetrate. He wasted no more time. Ah, his dick went in and sliced through like bread knife in butter. He started slow before the momentum picked up gradually. I moaned with each thrust. Next, he flipped me over and started taking me from behind. I watched our shadows move like they were part of a single being. Oh…
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